Captive Of The Ruthless Warlord Boss

ys or a week. The hunger had hollowed out her stomach, leaving a constant, gnawing ache. She

ech of the iron door swing

hit her directly in the face. Haley squeezed her

m. Cody grabbed a fistful of her

r skull. Her bound arms were wrenched upward as she was dragged to her feet. The raw, bl

itch. Bea wants a s

He dragged her out of the cell, pulling her

, thick with humidity. Her legs were weak and uncoordinated. She stumbled over t

e, the air grew heavy with a sickening, sweet smell.

ive, murky swamp stretched out before th

egos stood in the center, holding a black lace parasol to

of the knees. Haley collapsed into the wet, foul-smelling

g perfectly still in the murky water were dozens of dark, heavily armored log

a man down in the mud. His face was beate

the dirt. "My name is David Markham! My brother in

pped forward, the sharp heel of her shoe sinking into

calls, David," Bea said co

ho was trembling in the mud. "Watch closely, Grade A. This is w

to breathe. The psychological terror press

and dismissivel

hrashing wildly, but they were too strong. They swung him backw

his waist in the thick mud, screaming in absolute terr

exploded i

ot forward with terrifying spee

set of jaws erupted from the water, clamping down on David'

napping echoed across the swamp.

green algae, spreading rapidly. The wet, tearing sounds of

of a second before another set of jaws snapped shu

her throat. She scrambled backward, her bound hands us

ite slip, pinning her to the grou

aley. "Do you understand now? You

olent, uncontrollable spasms. She nodded fra

a took a step toward her, Haley let her eyes roll back and allowed her exhausted body to go entirely limp, collap

his vest crackled to life. It was the standard perimeter check-in, but the voice over the static wa

te. The parasol slipped from h