Cover for Caged by Clarissa Wild
Title: Caged
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
They call me savage. An untamed beast.
I was born in the cage. Born to fight. Born to carry its name.
Locked away, I’ve spent years waiting for my mate.
I'm pent up with need. Brimming with desire.
All I want is her... That beautiful girl from the picture on my prison wall.
Now she’s finally here, sharing a cell.
So close. So hard to resist.
But one thing’s for sure…
Even if she doesn’t know it yet, she’s already mine.
WARNING: Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.
When I come to again, the first thing I feel is a roaring headache. My lungs burn when I breathe through my mouth. A metallic taste lies on my tongue, and I swallow to make it go away, but it lingers. Everything hurts. My head. My mouth. As if I’ve been hit a couple of times … but I can’t remember a thing.
And when I open my eyes, I’m still so dizzy; I can barely make out a thing.
It’s dark as night. Not a single light surrounds me except the one at the far end of the room.
The room … with no windows.
No plants.
No sunlight.
Nothing.
All I can see is a gray concrete wall surrounding me.
I try to get up, but my feet don’t feel like they belong to me, and I struggle to get anywhere. But I don’t give up. I keep crawling across the floor, hoping to make it to the light, just so I can see where I am.
But I can’t.
Not because my muscles gave up.
But because I physically, literally can’t.
Between me and the light … is glass.
I turn around, trying to find a way around it, but there’s no crack. Not a single one in all the glass surrounding me. Not even at the top as I try to stand on my toes. Nothing … but glass.
A cage.
My heart stops beating.
The panic rises again, bubbling to the surface.
I open my mouth and scream but no sound comes out except for a faint sigh.
Just like always. My voice was taken from me a long time ago. And I know no matter how hard I try that no one will hear me.
Where am I? Who was that man? Where did he bring me and why?
With my back against the glass panes, I sink to the floor.
I can still barely make out my environment or feel my own skin. I’m numb from the drug he gave me and numb from the shock.
But I still don’t cry. I close my mouth and stop breathing. I stop moving. Like a rock, I stay put and pretend I’m not there.
Why?
Because something across the room, not far from me, still captures my attention.
Something lurking in the dark behind the glass.
I’m not alone.
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