##WARNING This story will contain. Strong sexual content, strong language, dark scenes about human trafficking. ##
Fear instantly overcame my senses. I had been trafficked. They’re selling me to shifters. Shifters paid irresistible money to own human girls as sex slaves. 
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Everything was shaking all around me as if I was in the back of a moving car. An unpleasant smell that could have woken me from even my darkest dreams filled the air and convinced me that I was wide awake.  Fear instantly overcame my senses.
 Where was I? 
What was I doing here? 
Who took me? 
“Help…” I tried to shout. My torn throat wouldn’t allow it. 
In my mind, images flashed of barbaric shifters standing outside that door. Big, tall and rough creatures that knew no manners and only wanted to claim things. I’d heard stories since I was old enough to understand that they favored pretty human girls and plucked them off the roads as if they were all free for the taking.  
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Patara tried to move back away from the handsome young man, but he held her firm. Squeezing her chin a little harder to keep her in place. His blue-grey, beautiful eyes looked over her every feature as if he wanted to burn the image in his mind. 
“Would you like me to take you away?” He asked in a husky voice. His words made her skin litter in goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, only nod desperately.          
“And what do you offer me in exchange for your rescue? Would you like to follow me?” 
Slowly, she nodded her head and put her hand in his. 
“Remember your promises,” he said against her ear.  She held her breath. “The last person who betrayed me got to see what his insides looked like before I slit his throat.” 

Captured By The Dragon

Dylan took me in his arms without a word and walked across the rushing river as if the flow didn’t bother him at all. I gripped onto him tightly as the cold water splashed up at me with each step he took.


He set me down once we were on the other side. I glanced up to gaze in his eyes but the blue shade had turned as black as nightmares. I blinked and they were once again blue like the stormy skies.


The corner of his mouth moved up slightly as he reached out to touch my face with a sense of gentleness that felt like only a shadow of his real emotion.


I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and glanced around us. “What—where are we?” I stammered.


Dylan’s smile turned to a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. I wasn’t sure if I missed his slight comforting touches or not when I was this scared. My head was leaning more towards not since he threw me against a bed to man handle me into clothes not that long ago.


Chapter 8