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CAPTIVE X CAPTOR
Twist me, Keep me , Hold me ( A set of trilogy )
Taken to a private island.I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so comp...
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I WAKE UP SLOWLY, IN STAGES. FIRST, I FEEL THE TICKLING SENSATION OF MY HAIR on my face. Then the warmth of the sun on my uncovered arm. For a moment, my mind is floating in that soft, comfortable limbo between sleep and wakefulness, between dreams and reality. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to wake fully, because this is so nice.
Then I realize I can smell pancakes cooking in the kitchen. My lips curl in a smile. It’s the weekend, and my mom decided to spoil us again. She makes pancakes on special occasions and sometimes just because.
The hair tickles me again, and I reluctantly move my arm to push it off my face. I’m more awake now, and the warm feeling inside me dissipates, replaced by harsh, gnawing fear.
No, please let it all be a dream. Please let it all be a bad dream. I open my eyes.It’s not a dream. I can still smell the pancakes, but there’s no way it could be my mom cooking them.
I’m on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, held captive by a man who derives pleasure from hurting me.
I stretch carefully, taking stock of my body. Other than a slight tenderness in my bottom, I seem to be mostly fine. He had only taken me once last night, for which I am grateful.
Getting up, I walk naked to the mirror and look at my back. There are faint bruises on my buttocks, but nothing major. That’s one of the benefits of my golden-tinted skin—I don’t bruise easily. By tomorrow, it should look completely normal. All in all, I seem to have survived another night in my captor’s bed.
As I brush my teeth, I think back to last evening. The dinner, my silly plan to seduce him, my feeling of betrayal at his actions…
I can’t believe I had begun to trust him even a tiny bit. Normal men don’t kidnap girls from the park. They don’t drug them and bring them to a private island. Men who like normal, consensual sex don’t keep women captive.
No, Jungkook is not normal. He’s a sadistic control freak, and I can never forget it. The fact that he hasn’t hurt me badly yet doesn’t mean anything.
It’s just a matter of time before he does something truly awful to me. I need to escape before that happens, and I can’t take my sweet time seducing Jungkook. He’s far too dangerous and unpredictable.
I need to find a way off this island.
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AFTER I TAKE A QUICK SHOWER AND BRUSH MY TEETH, I GO DOWNSTAIRS FOR breakfast. Beth must’ve already been in my room because there is another fresh set of clothes laid out. A swimsuit, flip-flops, and another sundress.
Beth herself is in the kitchen, and so are the pancakes I’d smelled earlier. At my entrance, she smiles at me, yesterday’s tension apparently forgotten. “Good morning,” she says cheerfully. “How are you feeling?”
