Captive Of The Ruthless Warlord Boss

violently, a hard knot twisting just beneath her ribs. She tried to push her upper body off the ground. A sharp, tearing sensation ripped through her wrists. The jagged edges of thick plastic zi

her teeth together, forcing herself to inch forward across the floor. Half a meter in, her forehead slammed into a solid, freezing iron bar. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through her skull. Her vision flashed white for a f

the crushing weight of her isolation. A sudden flash of memory pierced her brain. The bright, sterile fluorescent lights of the Miami International Airport. Her uncle Richard smiling, the lines around his eyes crinkling as h

s over sweat-stained shirts. Assault rifles hung from thick black straps across their chests. The heavy thud of their combat boots against the stone floor vibrated up through the soles of Haley's bare feet. The man leading the group stopped directly in front of Haley's section of the cage. His name tag read Cody. He unclipped a black baton from his belt and slammed it against the iron bars. A brilliant arc of blue electricity exploded in the dim air, the sharp crackle followed by the acrid smell of ozone. The sudden, violent flash of light made Haley flinch violently, a surge of pure terror jolting through her body. To her left, a girl with matted blon

e middle of the group to avoid the rifle butts. They were herded out of the corridor and into the open. The tropical sun hit Haley like a physical weight. The glare was blinding. Her foot caught on a jagged piece of gravel. She stumbled forward, her arms useless behind her back. She twisted her torso mid-fall, dropping her center of gravity, and managed to catch her balance just before her face hit the mud. Her heart slammed against her ribs. If she fell, the boots behind her would not stop. She blinked rapidly, clearing the sunspots from her vision.

She forced her eyes to move methodically, applying the same visual analysis she used on Renaissance canvas compositions. She counted the guards. She noted the spacing between the watchtowers. Her eyes locked onto the patches stitched to the shoulders of the guards' vests. A black and gold wolf head. The s

e single, dark point of the barrel. He leaned in. He smelled of stale sweat and chewing tobacco. His eyes dragged over her face, lingering on her cheekbones, her mouth. A slow, sickening smile stretched across his face. Haley did not blink. She kept her breathing shallow. She stared past his shoulder, focusing entirely on a pat