Captive Of The Ruthless Warlord Boss

llic stench of rust mixed with the sharp odor of stale urine forced its way into h

. The jagged edges of thick plastic zip ties bit deep into her skin, slicing into the tender flesh. H

ss was absolute. It pressed against her eyelids, heavy and suffocating. Her heart

a meter in, her forehead slammed into a solid, freezing iron bar. The impact sent a s

the bars. She felt the heavy, unyielding shape of a massive padlock.

to speak, to ask who was there, but her throat was completely parched. Only a dry, rasp

smiling, the lines around his eyes crinkling as he handed her a plastic bottle of water. The condensation on the plastic. The way his h

ar end of the corridor, a heavy iron door was thrown open. Several girls in the cag

e sudden glare felt like needles stabbing directly into Haley's pupils. She instinctiv

e. They wore heavy tactical vests over sweat-stained shirts. Assault rifles hung from thick black straps across their c

His name tag read Cody. He unclipped a black stun baton from his belt and slammed it

h violently. She scrambled backward, her spine hitting the knees of another girl. Haley bit dow

heir feet. The raw violence in his voice tore through the last remaining shre

beneath her. She slumped against the bars. Cody reached right through the iron gaps, twisted hi

er palms. She used every ounce of strength in her legs to pull herself up. Her knees locked. She fo

Haley. A low, wet sound of amusement rumbled in his chest. He pulled

, humid air rolled into the corridor. It smelled

he girls forward. Haley kept her head down, shuffling her bare feet across the

Haley like a physical weight. The glare was blinding. Her foot caught on a ja

ged to catch her balance just before her face hit the mud. Her heart sla

ectrified chain-link fences surrounded a massive dirt compound. Beyo

pter hovered above the tree line, the downward force of its rotors whipping the dirt into a b

r of a large, muddy square. Dozens of arme

and began running their hands roughly over her body. The bile rose

ethodically, applying the same visual analysis she used on Renaissance canvas com

some crude, homemade badge. She had seen similar insignias on late-night news documentaries about overseas conflicts-emblems belonging to co

nal space. He raised the cold, black steel barrel of his rifle and jammed it un

His eyes dragged over her face, lingering on her cheekbones,

s shoulder, focusing entirely on a patch of wet mud on the ground. She

in the chest. Haley stumbled backward, her bare feet sliding in the mud, right in