Burn Trap Novels & Stories

Late at night, on the bus, a hand slowly crept under my skirt as a man's warm breath brushed against my ear. As I was pressed against the glass door, I couldn't see what the man looked like. That only made my other senses more sensitive. All I could feel was his knee pressing against my thigh. "This is the first step of your addiction, Miss." … It was the height of summer. The air was suffocatingly humid, even at night, with the clammy feeling that typically comes right after rain.

"Looks like it." Without wasting any time, we moved toward the door. Ben examined the keypad, but it was long dead, the wires frayed and useless. He stepped back, his eyes scanning the frame of the door. "We'll have to break it open." I glanced around, spotting a crowbar lying nearby. I grabbed it and handed it to Ben, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear. If the bunker was still intact, there might be supplies inside—food, water, medicine. But there was also the possibility that it was a trap. After everything we’d been through, I wasn’t about to take anything at face value.

Ironic that they’d made up a beast to keep us safe when my living with one was their goal. Even the childhood memories were tarnished. Had anything been real? Of course not, this was the world of smoke and mirrors. As I lifted the new garment bag from the rack in my closet, the sound of knocking warned me of another intrusion. Fuck! Please don’t be Bryce. “Hello?” I asked through the locked door. “Alexandria?”

She said as she applied the white paste on my burned skin, making me hiss. "Shhh! this medicine will help with the burning sensation. I always keep this ointment in the kitchen just in case." She says, her gaze at my hand. "I'm sorry they did this to you, You don't deserve this," She adds further. I was in so much pain. I couldn't even speak. So, I just let out a hum in acknowledgment.

Boredom makes you do crazy things, like how Neal was counting the little bulbs on the chandelier. He was bored. There was nothing to entertain him and he is tired of staring at the walls and the forbidden door. He tried his best not to look at it, because that brought the memories of events happened yesterday. An odd tingles filled Neal's stomach when he remembered the things happened between him and Hunter. It was embarrassing. Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that.