Paradise is the lure… Slave Island is the destination…

Julianna’s excitement over an all-expenses paid getaway abruptly ends when she’s manhandled onto a boat and whisked away to an isolated island. When she learns the intent is to train and sell her as a sex slave, her world crumbles under her feet.

Daily whippings, bondage, and intense sexual training are just part of the brutal regimen of erotic torture and forced submission as her kidnappers prepare her for market. Julianna taps into hidden strength she never knew she possessed, and giving up is not an option.

But what will happen when she’s sold to the highest bidder?

Previously titled: Slave Island

Captured is a Dark Obsession Series novel. Erotic non-con that’s not for the faint of heart. Read only if you dare.
Excerpt from Book

“Please,” she tried, “there’s been a horrible mistake. I’m an American citizen.”
Stephen lifted his eyebrows, his tone amused. “So am I. But you’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. And there truly is no place like home, not for you, not any longer.”

“What?” Julianna’s voice came out as a squeak.

“You’ve been abducted, kidnapped, stolen, call it what you like. There is no way off the island, save by boat or helicopter, neither of which you will have access to. That is, not until the proper time.”

He stepped back, his steely gaze sweeping over her. “From this moment forward, you have no free will. You are chattel, purchased at a substantial price, but one we hope to double or even triple once you’re properly trained. Forget your past. Your best bet going forward is to do as you’re told. Exactly as you’re told, or suffer the consequences.”

“You can’t…I won’t…” Julianna felt faint. She sagged back against the men still holding her. “Please, this can’t be happening…”

“It has happened. The sooner you reconcile yourself to your fate, the better off you’ll be.” He looked down at his watch. “It’s late. We’ll talk about it in much greater detail in the morning.” He turned toward the other man. “Unless you have something else you want to add, Jason?”

“No, they can take her to the hole. A night there should put in her in a more proper frame of mind.”

Julianna struggled against the men holding her. “Please! You can’t do this.” Desperately she tried to think of something that would get her out of this nightmare. “I can pay you, I won’t tell—”

Jason waved his hand toward Jay and Vince and turned away as if wearied by her pleas. “Take her away.” The men dragged Julianna out of the building, pulling her along as she stumbled between them.

The compound was lit at intervals by tall streetlamps that cast an eerie glow over the area. They moved past several small buildings and bungalows through some palm trees toward a fenced-in enclosure. Opening the gate, they pushed her inside and then let her go with a shove.

Julianna stumbled forward, catching herself before she fell. She whirled to face them. “Please. Let me go. I’m begging you.”

“Out of our hands, babe.” Jay shrugged, looking almost apologetic, while Vince just smirked. “Every new girl spends her first night in the hole.”

The hole. It sounded horrible, like something out of a prisoner-of-war camp during the Vietnam War. She would be thrust down into a slimy pit filled with mud, with insects and rats crawling over her. She wrapped her arms around her body. She was trembling violently. “No,” she whispered. “Please don’t do this. You can’t.” She looked desperately around the enclosure, a last lingering thought of escape still alive inside her.

The men were blocking the gate and the fence was too high to climb, even if she could somehow get past them. “Sorry, kid, boss’s orders.” Jay said. “It’s not so bad. You’ll be fine.”

Putting his arm forcibly around Julianna’s shoulders, he propelled her toward a metal grate set into the ground. She watched helplessly as he took a chain from around his neck and used a key at the end of it to open a padlock secured to a thick iron ring that held the grate closed. Once he’d released the lock, he pulled the grate open.

“No,” Julianna whispered, too stunned to speak louder. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t real. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. Not to hairstylists from Manhattan.

Vince approached Julianna and put his hands over her breasts, cupping them as she shrank back. He looked past her to Jay. “What do you think, Jay? Do we strip her now? I’m still damn curious to know if she’s a natural redhead.”

“No.” Jay replied. “You know the policy on that. If they find out you were taking first dibs—”

“How would they know? This piece of ass ain’t gonna squeal on me, are ya, bitch?” He squeezed her breasts through her blouse.

“I said no.” Jay’s voice was firm. “Get your hands off her and help me get her in the hole.”

“All right, all right,” Vince said, dropping his hands. “I was just foolin’ around anyway.”

They moved on either side of her and lifted Julianna from the ground. “No, no, no!” she cried, struggling as they lowered her into the small confines of the hole. She kicked out wildly as they held her aloft over the hole, terrified of being left in there. “Let me go! Let me go, let me go,” she screamed, twisting violently in their strong grip.

They dropped her down into the hole. As they lowered the iron grate, she was forced to crouch down in a kneeling position. The space wasn’t deep enough for her to stand, nor wide enough for her to lie down. The grate came down over her head with a clang and she could hear the sound of the padlock being clicked into place. She tried to lift herself enough to see the men through the grate, but all she could see was the sky, black and studded with tiny stars.