##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

The police station was quiet at this time in the morning. Coffee was brewing in every corner and someone was already on a run for pastries just to spike some sugar in the room. A new photo was pinned up on the missing girls wall and Malcolm came early to study it before her parents arrived.


Malcom was the head hunter of shifters and human traffickers. Tall, rough around the edges and handsome. He solved thousands of cases over the years and worked as hard as he could to prevent any more children from being taken—but some still slipped through the cracks and that was why he remained.


Malcom paced the small office. Papers were spread across the desk. He ran his fingers through his blond hair and sighed. It always set an uneasy feeling inside him when he thought about a child suffering out there.


Chapter 15