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Captured Innocence

Novel By: Cherie Arlavine
Fantasy



Invited by the head master of a school Delilah thought she would only be lucky to get into, she soon realizes that the school isn't so lucky. In fact, she's sure she's walked straight into hell.
Students are treated like slaves by other students. Treated like dogs. And her welcome is not one she would have ever expected.
Delilah soon finds herself struggling to get out of a place she had so easily walked right into. Even after calling the police, she finds there is little hope of ever leaving.
And her worst fear is not only that she'll be enslaved and treated like a dog for the rest of her life, but that she may not have much of her life left.
The only thing she knows is that Shane Jacobs is to blame. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 17, 2010    Reads: 286    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


Screw love, she thought as she walked into the room the flaxen haired girl was in. She'd only just discovered she was there. "Tavio is dead." she began. "You know that don't you?"

"You're alive!" she cheered. She jumped off the bed and ran toward Delilah.
"No! Stop, don't. Listen to me. Tavio is dead, and Shane is gone for the day. You wanted me to get you out of here didn't you? We're going to make a plan. We have until Shane gets back to try to get out of here. No one is allowed to kill us without his permission. We have to figure a way out. You've been here longer than I have. What do you know about this school?"

"I know that Shane Jacobs will find us. You're his, aren't you?" she whispered.

"It doesn't matter. I won't stay here. You have no reason to stay here anymore. If we put our heads together we can get out of here. How do you kill them? How do you kill these things?"

"Metal, nickel." she explained. "You'll have to have some kind of weapon made of nickel."
Delilah groaned. "Where in the hell are we supposed to get those?"

"The weapon room." she replied. "It's by the library."

Delilah ran her tongue over her teeth. "How are we going to get by Charles? How vulnerable are these things?"

"Not very." she murmured.

Delilah sighed, knowing already that this plan was going to be tricky, nearly impossible, and knew that they didn't have a lot of time to accomplish it.

"What about the others?" she whispered.

"What about them?" Delilah snapped. "There's nothing we can do for them, you know that. Do you want to get out of here or not?"

"Of course, but-"

"But nothing. I'm sorry, but we can't help them. And I don't see them trying to help us or even help themselves. Look at it this way, if we get ourselves out it will give them hope."

"And if we get killed?" she whispered, looking at me with begging eyes.

"I think we both know that death will be a relief. There's nothing to be scared of other than being kept here alive. I know the bad things that have happened to you. They're going to happen to me soon too. You may have loved Tavio, I know you couldn't help it, but you didn't want him to hurt you and rape you did you? Do you really want me to suffer through all of that too? Do you want it to all start over with someone else here? Who knows who they'll give you to next."

She took a few deep breaths, and exhaled each of them slowly, thinking. Finally, she looked at Delilah, a warrior look in her eyes. "We might be able to temporarily kill Charles. But it won't be easy. How long do we have to get out?"

"I'd say six hours, but that's really pushing it. We're lucky something major came up. Shane has promised not to leave my side if he doesn't have to."
"Shane is a tracker, we'll have to figure out someway to throw off our trail." she replied. She gave Delilah a curious look. "I don't know your name."

She nodded. "I don't know yours either, I think we should keep it that way. We're going to have to go our separate ways when we get out. Shane will go after me first, giving you a chance to get as far as possible."

"What about you?"

"I can take whatever is thrown at me. He's not going to be quick to kill me. We'll use that to our advantage. Are you sure there's no other way to get rid of Charles permanently? I'm not one to jump on the gun with murder, but he's too big of a threat to keep around. I would like to kill him before we leave here."

She swallowed, then nodded. "One of us can distract him while the other goes to the weapon room."

"I'll distract him. I'm sure Shane has told him to keep an eye on me. He'll notice me trying to sneak out. Can he be knocked out?"

"You'd have to hit him really hard, and right in the temple."

"It's worth a shot. It will probably be easier to kill him if he's unconscious. We'll be doing him a favor anyway. If we escape Shane will probably kill him, and he might not be as merciful as we will."

She bit her lip. "I'm scared." she whispered.

"Get over it." Delilah retorted. "We don't have anything to loose anyway."


Delilah walked into the front office. "Where is Shane?" she demanded to know.

"He's still out handling business." Charles replied, his tone snooty as always. She didn't feel sorry for him anymore. She could only see him as a threat, as something that needed to be disposed of.

"When do you think he'll be back?"
"When he gets back." Charles snapped.

The phone rang and he picked it up, answered it. Delilah snatched it from his hand and slammed it down onto the receiver. "I'm not done talking to you." she hissed.

Charles bared his teeth. "Go back to your room."

"What are you going to do about it. You can't touch me. Shane will kill you if you hurt me. You don't scare me. Not that you ever did." she scoffed.

"Shane will hear of this behavior." he growled.

"Oh no, you're going to tattle on me, I'm so scared. Shane won't hurt me. You know that." she grinned at him. "Face it, you're powerless. I'm in charge now."

Charles rolled his eyes. "You go right on thinking that. How much you would you like to bet that you can't even get out that door?"

"You know Charles, I can see now why she left you. You're not much of a man, I would have left you too."

Charles glared at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, Shane told me all about how your innocence left you because you just weren't good enough to keep her around."

"That is not-"

"Are you sure about that Charles? You honestly think she left you, for you? No, you know why she really left you." She walked around the desk. His eyes followed her, so he was no longer looking at the door. "How long has she been gone now Charles?" she stepped up to him, stroked his cheek. "How long have you been living with the fact that you just weren't good enough?" she lowered her voice to just a whisper.

"Get your hands off me." he hissed.

"Why? Don't you miss that Charles? The feel of a woman touching you?" he let her hand trail down his face, to his neck. "It feels good doesn't it?"

He was glaring, but she could see the lust just behind those dark pupils. She ran her other hand through his blonde hair. "Don't worry, I won't tell Shane a thing." she promised. "He'll never know, and you can finally be touched again."

She glanced behind him just for a fraction of a second, saw the girl creeping toward the door. Delilah made herself focus on Charles, look directly into his eyes. "You know you want it." she whispered. She leaned down, pressed her lips against his warm neck. It really wasn't that hard for her. Charles was handsome enough after all.

He shuddered, then slowly he wrapped his arms around her. The girl snuck out of the door. Delilah just had to buy her some time now, and hope to God everything worked out. She lifted her head. "I know you want to kiss me." she breathed. "Go ahead."

"Shane-"

"Is never going to find out. We'll keep it a secret. I want to be with you Charles, I know you want it to. He doesn't have to know about us, I promise."

He kissed her, very softly, and wasn't too bad a kisser, she found. Not as good as Shane, but she'd had much worse kisses. She made herself pretend to believe that she wanted Charles, pressed her body against his. She straddled his lap in the chair, hoped that Shane wouldn't come back and find them like this. She wanted Charles to die with as little pain as possible.

The kissing became intense, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she wished it was Shane she was kissing right now. But she had to forget that. She had to stop caring about Shane. She was about to murder Charles, run away from this place, and she knew that if she wanted to stay away, she would have to kill Shane one day. She had to stop loving him.

She opened her eyes as they kissed, saw his were closed. She looked behind him, saw the girl with the weapons. She pulled away from Charles as the girl crept closer. She smiled at him. "See, I knew you wanted it."

The girl raised a sword over her head as Charles' hands crept up Delilah's shirt. With a sorrowful expression on her face, she began to swing the sword down, aiming perfectly for Charles' skull. But just as she was about to split his head in half, her hands stop, and Delilah bit back a gasp as Charles moved his lips to her neck.

Shane had caught the her hands, and was glaring down at Delilah. Charles remained oblivious, slipped his hands under her bra. Shane caught the motion. Quietly, he jerked the sword from her hands and pulled her back from Delilah and Charles. He gave a her a shove toward her room. Frightened, she ran to her room.

Delilah lifted her chin as Charles kissed up her jaw, still looking Shane right in the eyes. His eyes looked them over, then, he turned and walked out of the office, to her surprise. She stared after him as he walked into his office, slamming the door behind him. Charles jumped then, pulled his hands from her shirt, and looked over at Shane's door. "Oh no." he breathed.

She stroked his cheek, comfortingly, but still looked at the door of the office. "It's alright, Charles, you're not the one who's in trouble. I'm the one he's going to kill."





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