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Chapter 166: Murderer
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Captured by Satan Chapter 167: Guests
A sickening whoosh made my head spin, and the sudden loss of gravity beneath my feet nearly made me scream.And then, silence.My feet slammed into the ground, and we were engulfed in darkness. We stood just outside the borders of Wrath, the trees above us swaying slightly. In the distance, Sam’s Gothic castle loomed, its spires reaching towards the sky. It was night, and no moon or stars were visible. It was pitch-black.The air was thick with the scent of blood.When I looked to the side, I saw the ground around us littered with bodies.Dante immediately vomited into the bushes behind him at the sight. Even Reggie stepped back, his eyes wide with terror. After Dante finished emptying his stomach, he turned to us with a greenish pallor on his face.We all stayed silent.Sam's cold hand snaked around the back of my neck. His skin felt icier than usual, a sign that he was barely in control of himself."Time to go home." Sam directed the boys. "What?" Reggie instantly replied, disbelief
Captured by Satan Chapter 168: Knocking
Another knock at the door made Sam throw a pillow at it."Sort it yourself, Burta!" Sam shouted from beside me.I grinned. This was the fifth time Burta had come round. "You've given him one week to sort a wedding for a King. Give him a break." I said, my voice muffled by the pillow. Finally, I lifted my head. "I'll be right there!" I called out to Burta.I swear I could hear a relieved sigh from the other side of the door."She won't be!" Sam yelled as his hand traced along my back. He pushed my head back down into the pillow with his other hand while his teeth grazed my shoulder. A soft grin escaped me, but I gently pushed Sam away, wincing as I felt the soreness in my body.Blood stained the sheets. My body was utterly used and broken, but in a delicious way. Teeth marks scattered along my skin, handprints decorated my hips, waist and neck, and every muscle trembled from the thorough exertion."Burta can handle it, wildflower. Stay in bed with me." Sam said in that entrancing voice
Captured by Satan Chapter 169: Are you ready?
My heart ached to see Sam. Since we left our bedroom, we hadn’t crossed paths once. The entire week had been a whirlwind of decisions—tasting drinks and food, listening to music, picking colors, deciding on guests, drinking too much alcohol to calm my nerves, and talking non-stop with Nija.Sam had been just as busy. Occasionally, I’d spot his neat handwriting on decision notes, and it made me smile."It all just seems so..." Dante said from the treetop above me. "Extravagant," Reggie finished, sitting on the other side of the trunk.The three of us looked down at the demons running around, preparing everything for the wedding. "I always thought you'd be the one to elope in Vegas and tell us afterward," Dante said, his feet swaying near my head. "I always thought we’d end up together," Reggie chimed in, giving me a pointed look. I finally glanced at him. "In your dreams," I joked. Reggie shrugged, as if he really was dreaming about it."You and Satan... it somehow fits. I could never
Captured by Satan Chapter 170: The question
We took one step into the maze, and the music stopped playing abruptly.The crowd fell silent at once.We moved through the maze in quiet anticipation until we rounded the first corner. Then, the violinist began playing again—a slow, sensual tune that wrapped around my thoughts like a wicked dance. The strings vibrated in my heart, and I knew my friends behind me were just as entranced as I was.When we reached the open field, I stopped dead in my tracks.Sam stood beneath the willow tree, his back to me.That was all I saw. The enormous crowd, the wildflowers, the fire, the snow—it all faded from my mind as soon as my eyes found him. My husband-to-be, his tense back clad in a black suit, seemed to ripple as if he felt my presence.My black veil made it a little harder to see.The violin's tune shifted, signalling that it was time for me to walk forward. The crowd turned to face me, their eyes finding me. Gasps, murmurs, and praises filled the air, and Sam tensed even more.I grasped
Captured by Satan Chapter 171: Bet
"Can you remember your first day here?" Sam asked, his hand resting on my knee, a glass of red wine in his other hand. "How could I forget?" I replied, my eyes on the brutal fight unfolding before us. Two demons, both bleeding and snarling, seemed determined to kill each other. The match was close, and the crowd around them screamed and applauded in wild excitement. It was deep into the night, but the moonlight, along with the little lights scattered throughout the garden and around the willow tree, provided enough illumination to see everything. My head buzzed with a mix of alcohol and happiness. "Remember our bet?" Sam asked, giving me a sideways glance. Of course I remembered. If I won, he’d never drink my blood again. If he won, he’d drink my blood that very night—something that ended up happening after I almost lost my life during the hunt. "You mean the one where you cheated?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from the bloody spectacle to meet his gaze."A win is a win," he repl
Captured by Satan Chapter 172: Fight
My hope of winning plummeted when my fighter's face twisted in pain. He clutched his bleeding stomach and yanked out the sword in a swift, clean motion. "Hey," Lucifer whispered suddenly from behind us. "I'm in on the bet." Sam's fighter smirked at my fighter. The distraction cost him dearly. The third fighter abruptly wrapped his rope around Sam's fighter's neck, yanking on both ends to choke him. "That's my fighter," Lucifer murmured with an excited tone, like a toddler about to receive his favorite toy. "What are you betting for?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Sam's fighter who was struggling to breathe. Sam clenched his jaw, his furious eyes locked on his demon. A strangled breath escaped Sam's fighter as he clawed at the rope. "NO!" Sam shouted, slamming his fist on the table in front of us. I took another sip of wine, savoring the burn as it went down. My fighter advanced, grabbed the bloody sword, and swung it down to decapitate Sam's fighter. With a roar, Sam's fighter
Captured by Satan Chapter 173: Slave
"I guess we have no one to blame but ourselves," Sam murmured in my ear, his eyes fixed on his brother. Lucifer was still jumping up and down, his excitement almost infectious. I raised an eyebrow. "How often does he win a bet? He looks way too happy about this.""I've never let him join before. He's... quite theatrical," Sam replied."That'll be fun when we travel to another realm," I said with a soft sigh."But first, something else," Sam whispered in my ear.I glanced over my shoulder, looking up at him. His eyes sparkled with mischief."I'm rather thirsty. Fetch me a drink," Sam ordered, the excitement clear in his voice.I huffed loudly. "It's our wedding day," I objected. "I don’t want to—""Ssh," Sam said, placing a finger against my lips. "No arguments, no fights. My slave for twenty-four hours, remember? No date or time was set.""I'm in my wedding dress," I tried again."And soon you won’t be," Sam responded, his face inches from mine. "A drink, pretty girl, now.""You truly
Captured by Satan Chapter 174: Now ride me
"Now ride me." Sam commanded. I snapped my head up, forgetting his buttons, and stared at him with wide eyes. "You can't be serious—" "I thought we agreed on no arguments," Sam cut in quickly. "You're arguing quite a lot for a slave." My mouth clamped shut. "We're in public," I said, as if he didn’t already know. "Then I suggest you do it very discreetly," Sam replied. "And light me another cigarette, dear." He opened his cigarette packet and offered it to me. "Yes, my King," I said, almost shaking my head in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I snatched a cigarette from his hand, lit it with my own fingers, took a drag, and handed it back to him. As soon as he took it, I pressed my lower body fully against his. My wet underwear rubbed against him, and my hands clenched as my mind screamed at me to lift myself off and escape. This was too much. Sam placed his hand on my hip, forcing my body down. "Continue," he directed. I swayed my hips forward, riding a
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