Ensnared Novels & Stories

I don't think I could sever it if I wanted to. I know the truth already. I'd miss this dark, old mansion, and the even darker man inside. I would feel drawn back here like one of Dracula's victims, bitten and infected and compelled to come home. Is it good to feel ensnared by a man? Probably not. This is probably sick and wrong on a hundred levels. But it's powerful and real all the same. I can't fight it. I don't know if I even want to. There's no choice to make. It already happened, without me knowing it. He captured me, and there's no letting go.

she bit her lip, unable to meet his unwavering gaze. The man who appeared to be way taller than Vivian, with a piercing on his nose and his dyed [blonde] hair braided all back looked down at the girl who was avoiding his gaze. he inserted his hand in his pocket and brought out a mini camera. he captured Vivian. Vivian turned swiftly at the sound of a camera click and that was when she finally saw the man fully. "what are you doing" she asked in a confused state.

Nati’s role in this, too, fueled her anger – exploiting others for her personal gain, regardless of the consequences to families. As Lara exited the club, her hands gripping a red lipstick, she knew her life had changed forever. Her heart is heavy with indignation, she couldn’t help but lament her situation. Despite her resolve to lead an honorable life, she found herself ensnared in a world of darkness and desperation.

right? @SenaSen

I land on top of him, both of us gasping for breath, as I push my nose into his neck for a whiff of his scent,his laughter spills into the cold air. “You'll never beat me,” he says smugly something wild pulses beneath my skin, Fenir, young, and untamed. Before I understand what's going on, the forest vanishes. I'm strapped to a chair, my arms are locked inside a restraint jacket that cuts into my shoulders as I struggle. Across the room stands my uncle, Elias stands beside him, between them a machine hums like something dragged out of a nightmare. And Ronan, hound strapped into a metal chair laced with thin needles and wires. His eyes wide with terror.

“There is no one else.” Thankfully, I stop him from moving forward. The only way there would be no scent, but another voice is if it was a witch. “They are here!” Snare laughs as large silver nets drop down on us. The silver burns our skin as it pins us to the ground. There was no way of getting out from under the net. We had walked right into her trap. Snare walks towards us, tossing a bucket of liquid at us. The moment it hits my skin, I knew what it was. Wolfsbane. The liquid hisses as it hits my skin.

“We tag his toys, map them, and let him grow bored.” Thorn shook his head once. He’d seen something. He pointed past the blind, a curl of wire half-hidden in duff. Not ours. A snare big enough for a wolf’s leg. Another glint farther out—more wire. A line of traps drawing a curve like handwriting that didn’t know how to end a sentence.

I step over bodies and avoid pools of blood. That’s when I get slammed to the ground. Something strong has pinned me to the ground. I thrash around trying to wriggle free from whatever has me trapped. Which is when I see a damn anaconda trying to coil its body around me. Coiling around me, the serpent flexes its muscles with immense force. Squeezing me as it attempts to wrap itself around me a second time. How the hell is it so fast? Has Millicent given it steroids or something?

--- Elena’s hand touched the core. --- And everything— --- Stopped. --- Not silence. --- Not stillness. --- Suspension. --- Like the entire system had paused— --- Waiting. --- For what came next. --- And in that frozen moment— As control met intrusion— As outcome balanced on a single point— As capture became something else entirely— One final truth emerged: --- Sometimes being captured… --- Is the only way… --- To get close enough to break free.