##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

It didn’t make sense. I went to bed with a flat stomach, and now there was a large bump as if I was 8 months pregnant. None of my clothes fit except for sweats and oversized sweatshirts that I normally only wore when I had my period.


Now it was all I had that fit over my stomach.


My mother did her best to avoid me at all costs over the past few weeks. I didn’t intend to seek her out even for this—but I knew something was very wrong. I needed help, even if it wasn’t from her.


I called my sister and she pulled up to the house within the hour. I wobbled as quietly as I could down the stairs, though it wouldn’t have mattered if I was extremely loud. My mother would have ran the other way the moment she realized I was coming down the stairs.


If my father wasn’t at work, I might have gone to him. He at least still talked to me even when my mother gave me the cold shoulder.


Chapter 38