Deadly Captive (Deadly Captive #1) by Bianca Sommerland

 

 

Lydia awakes, bound and blind, to the whispered urgings of a man who has his hands on her. His words confuse her at first, but she soon understands they are both in the middle of a performance that will determine whether she remains in captivity or dies. The crowd must be entertained, and her cellmate makes sure it is.

Forced submission is not the only horror Lydia endures. She has no memories of life before her imprisonment, and Joe, her cellmate, is her only comfort as the powerful creatures that hold them captive torture and debase her. Together, she and Joe cling to the will to survive long enough to break free and seek revenge. Their desire to sustain one another triumphs over their wardens' efforts to destroy them. There is no pain, no suffering, that can tear them apart.

Beyond their cell, their love is tested. Can they hold strong in the face of the challenge of the new powers they have gained along with their freedom?

My Review:

Leave it to me – after double checking which book came first in the series, I ended up reading Book 2 first! *head desk* Still, this did not stop me from enjoying this book.

Deadly Captive begins with Lydia – who awakens naked in an arena, where she is expected to ‘perform’ sexual acts with Joe, a man she just literally laid eyes on. Lydia is suffering from amnesia and cannot recall why or how she ended up in her present situation. 

Joe – her fellow captor – gives her no time to acclimate to her surroundings and they perform for the crowd, who make it apparent their lives depend on their show. 

The story progresses and Lydia tries to recover her memories. She becomes reliant on Joe, whom she feels somewhat safe with. However, it is short lived as we discover Lydia and Joe are captives of a very sadist vampire, Cyrus.

Cyrus and his fellow vampire clan apparently have no other lot in life except to feed, fuck, and kill – and not necessarily in that order. It’s not clear if making humans perform in the arena is how he makes his money, but apparently he has no need for it and spends his days thinking up devious ways to humiliate his human captives.

A slight mystery is afoot as it seems Joe is a cop of some kind and he promises Lydia that he will get her out of their current predicament – all she has to do is obey him.

As time progresses and their bodies and spirits seem to break beyond repair, an opportunity finally arises for Joe and Lydia  escape, but nothing could have prepared them for what their future now holds for them.

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What I disliked about Deadly Captive.

I didn’t understand why Lydia put so much of her faith on Joe. Joe is human, and I never understood what she thought he could actually do against a whole nest of vampires? She blindly believed in him, and even went so far as to workout every day so they could keep their strength up when the time to escape came around. I kept thinking how in the world could Joe believe a human could outrun a vampire? Thank goodness for the HEA at the end, or I would have flipped! LOL  

   

What I liked about Deadly Captive:

Sex, sex, sex, and more sex! Goodness, Deadly Captive features so much sex – it seemed to be on every page.

Though I have to issue a warning: there are several non-consensual sex scenes and this book features dark erotica. It will definitely make your eyes pop out of your head once in a while!

 

 

 

I woke to the sharp tang of metal on my tongue. Something cold jammed between my teeth tore the edges of my mouth. A steel chain. Blood dribbled over my chin as I lifted my head.

Where am I?

All I could see was a bright blur. I tried to roll off my back. My muscles screamed in protest as I strained against the chains wrapped around my torso. My arms were bound to my sides. Maybe my legs were free. . . . I tried bending my knees, but more chains rattled. Stiff fabric, wrapped around my ankles, held my legs open in a wide V.

The cold of the floor seeped into my bare flesh.

Naked! Spit, mixed with blood, gurgled in my throat. I'm naked!

I bucked and twisted, jerking at the restraints. The clang of metal striking metal echoed off the walls. The chains tightened with every move I made, as though a boa constrictor had wrapped itself around me, determined to squeeze until all my bones were crushed and my body was pulped. My shoulder blades grazed one another and my stomach lurched.

I sensed movement at my side and immediately went still.

A soft hush, then a man's deep voice. "Don't fight the restraints. You'll only hurt yourself."

My lips formed words around the chains: Who are you? But my voice failed me.

At some point, I had screamed myself hoarse.

Coarse fingertips smoothed my hair away from the sweat-slicked skin of my brow. A palm rested against my cheek.

"It doesn't matter now," the man said. I felt the brush of his hot breath on my cold flesh. "Just let it happen."

I tossed my head and tried to see him. Let what happen?

His hand left my face and settled on my knee, then moved slowly up my thigh.

No! My chest rose and fell, offbeat from my jerky inhales. I choked back a sob.

Don't panic. Stop him.

My thighs clenched, my hips twisted, but I couldn't move enough to deny him anything. His hand covered my exposed sex, and the tips of his fingers pressed against my slit. His calloused flesh scraped my delicate folds. I tensed, expecting him to ram his fingers inside.

He cursed and withdrew his hand. "You're too fucking dry."

I heard him spit. When he touched me again, his fingers were slick. They stretched me slowly, invaded the most vulnerable part of me. I couldn't stop him, so I closed my eyes and prayed he'd be quick.

Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, growing louder as though a storm approached. Then, voices rose above the noise. This was no storm; this thunder came from a crowd.

The man pressed closer and groaned. "Listen to me. Keep fighting, but know I do this to save your life. I can't take another woman dying in this damn hole."

A hole? Air jammed in my throat. I imagined myself, trapped with him in a pit deep in the earth. Were there dead bodies all around us? Had he been forced to kill others for not submitting to him?

What if he's lying?

Grit scored my cheek as I fought to twist away from him. Hissing wetly through the chain, I forced my eyes to stay open. Something was wrong with them. My vision was blurred. I blinked and squinted. No use.

Blind. Helpless and blind.

"You can't see, can you?"

I turned my head toward the sound of the man's rough exhale.

"Don't worry," he said. "It will pass. From the look of you, they've had you here for a while. Hard to believe, but they treat their prisoners worse than their pets."

Prisoners? But what had I done to . . . ?

"I don't expect you to understand now. You will soon enough. But understanding won't comfort you." His fingers stopped moving. His shadow, all I could see of him, went still. "Would you prefer death? It would be selfish not to offer." He moved his fingers again, just a little. "This . . . is not the only option."

Death? Or What? Rape?

I shook my head. Wherever I was, whatever happened, I wanted to live.

Rating: 3.5 Kisses