##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

I slowly opened my eyes and for a blissful moment, I forgot where I was. For just a breath, I forgot that I wasn’t in my own bed back at home with my parents already wide awake in the kitchen. All of that was ripped away from me the moment I glanced around and saw darkness.


My aching headache had at least disappeared for the time being and I didn’t feel so hot anymore—but everything else about me felt weak. As if I had no strength at all.


I sat up with a small grunt and looked around. Since when did I change into a white nightgown? My cheeks heated at the thought of someone else doing it and I silently prayed that I had just forgotten that I did it myself.


The room was empty at least, it was the first time I had been alone in forever. I ran my fingers across the dark, silky sheets that made sense for a boy like Dylan. Everything in this gothic fairytale room made sense for him.


Chapter 13