Captive Love: Friends, family and love, #1

By Joni Martins

When an obsessive admirer takes love to a whole new level, life takes a bizarre turn for 24-year old Lydia. She finds it difficult to adjust to and escape her new circumstances.

Her housemate Rob becomes more and more concerned about her when she does not return home from a night out with her friends and tries everything in his power to find out where she is.

Can Lydia escape the clutches of her obsessed admirer or will she be forced to adjust to living her life according to Sam's beliefs and wishes?

This is the first book in the 'Friends, family and love' series. Although the books are best read in order, they can be read as stand-alones. 

(approximately 142 pages)

Friends, family and love series so far:

Captive Love

Freed Love 18+ / Freed Love censored

Hidden Love

Lost Love

Holiday Love

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joni Martins
• Release date: Dec 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386999522

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Legal Disclaimer

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

Introduction

When an obsessive admirer takes love to a whole new level, life takes a bizarre turn for 24-year old Lydia. She finds it difficult to adjust to and escape her new circumstances.

Her housemate Rob becomes more and more concerned about her when she does not return home from a night out with her friends and tries everything in his power to find out where she is.

Can Lydia escape the clutches of her obsessed admirer or will she be forced to adjust to living her life according to Sam’s beliefs and wishes?

CONTENTS

Legal Disclaimer

Introduction

Contact information

About the Author

Other Books By This Author

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Review request

in the next book

Freed Love, Chapter 1

Contact information

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About the Author

Although as a child I had dreams of writing books as well as having a career and a family, I never managed to get around actually finishing one. As a young girl, I wrote short stories and plays for my own pleasure and to read to my little sister at the time. The plays we sometimes acted out in front of our family. Now 50 something years young, my first book was published at the end of December 2017. My second book followed in January 2018. I am a mother, wife and career woman, and I try to carefully guard my privacy. Born in The Netherlands, but residing in the UK, I consider myself more or less bilingual.

Now my own family is growing up, I have finally picked up this little hobby of mine again. I hope you enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Other Books By This Author

Friends, family and love series

Captive Love

Freed Love 18+ / Freed Love censored

Hidden Love

Lost Love

Holiday Love

Erotic Adventure

Under the Rainbow (unpublished)

Non-fiction

My favourite family recipes (awaited)

Diary of a female GP (awaited)

Guess what? I’m not perfect. (awaited)

Chapter 1

Lydia

It was pitch-dark around me and I was unable to see anything. No light seemed to penetrate to where I was. Where the hell was I? My bedroom was never this dark; it had not even been this dark that time the street lights failed. I moved my hand in front of my eyes. At least I tried to. Instead, I found I was unable to move them sufficiently to reach. What on earth was going on?

I tried to work out where I was. It felt a little damp here and there was a faint smell of mould. It was a bit nippy and, as I mentioned, pitch-dark. This was definitely not my bedroom! I was unable to move my arms much. I could feel them move against my ears when I tried to move them. I wiggled my arms a little more and something seemed to be scraping at my wrists.  Something rather rough appeared to be holding my wrists together. I tried to move my fingers a little and only just managed to touch what felt like some rough rope bound around my wrists with my right pinkie.

A slight panic arose. Where was I? Why? How?

Okay, it was time to work out where I was. Panicking would not help me. I needed to concentrate on my breathing, slowly out, slowly in. With every breath, I started to feel a little bit calmer. Don’t get me wrong, I was still panicking. But I felt a little calmer anyway.

I could feel something soft against my back. Could this be a mattress perhaps? I tried to move my legs. Not much room to manoeuvre there either. I tried to put my feet flat on the mattress and was only just able to do that. I gently pushed myself up to get some more room to move for my arms. My legs were now fully extended and they had no more room left to move.

First I moved my arms a little to my left. It did indeed feel like a mattress. Next, I moved them up a little and I could follow the rope to something which felt smooth and cold. It felt like metal. I concentrated hard to find out what it was exactly. There seemed to be some loops and twists. It appeared to be the headboard of a bed.

I tried to move my hands down a little, but could only just reach the top of my head. Even when I moved my head back, I was unable to reach the ropes with my teeth. It was not much use at this time. I moved my arms to my right and felt the mattress again. Stretching my arms as far as I was able, my fingers grazed on something rough, cold and uneven. I moved my hands along the surface as much as I could. There was a dip, then something rough, then a dip again. It felt like brickwork, a wall.

Where was I? How did I get here?

I tried to recall the last memories I had. Memories of my friends Krista, Freya, Josie and I in the pub surfaced, but they were a little vague. I tried to remember a little harder. Smiling faces, drinks on the bar, dancing. These were the flashes going through my brain. The surfacing memories indicated that we had a lovely night and had a great time together. We all had a few drinks, but not enough to explain the headache and fuzzy head I was experiencing at the moment. I hardly drank any alcohol at all, at the most two drinks. Last night had been no different. We had just been sitting and chatting at the bar. We danced a little as well. No strangers had been in the pub. Everyone knows everyone in the small village we live in. It had just been a quiet night out after a shopping trip in the afternoon.

After my head cleared a little I remembered that I had left the pub earlier than my friends as I needed to get up early for work. Did I get to my car? I couldn’t remember whether I made it to my car; it all remained a bit fuzzy.

Then another memory surfaced.

I got outside and felt a little wobbly and lightheaded. An arm was put around my waist and a voice said, It’s okay Lydia, I’ve got you. Let me help you home. The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.

It was a male voice. Who was it? Where did he take me?

My breathing started to increase and I could feel my heart beating faster. I felt breathless and tingly and quite lightheaded. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I was starting to panic a little again. I lay back for a moment and tried to calm myself down. Breathe in and breathe out slow breaths. I was starting to feel a bit better again. Not as lightheaded as I was before.

Suddenly I could hear some noises. I tried to place where they were coming from. Was it in the same space I was, was it mice perhaps? I heard scuffling noises. No, they were not near. It sounded like they were coming from above my head.

There the noises were again. Now they sounded more like footsteps. Some shuffles, then some creaking noises like floorboards. Next, there was a squeaking noise and a slight bang. There was a sound like water hitting water. Next, it sounded like a toilet was being flushed.

Someone else was here! I opened my mouth to scream for help, but then shut it again. Would it be such a good idea to let them know I was awake, or would it be better to try and find out as much as I could before they found out?

I couldn’t quite make my mind up. I also still felt a bit drowsy. What had happened to me? Why was my head hurting and fuzzy? Why had I had a reaction like this after only two drinks?

The noises coming from above started to fade. I tried to keep my eyes open, but somehow I drifted off