Ero Trap Dungeon Novels & Stories

"Jason, check for the bunker entrance. It should be fifty yards north according to our intel." Jason moved carefully through the underbrush, device in hand. I stayed close to Carson, the hairs on my neck standing up. Something felt very wrong. "Here!" Jason called softly. "Found it." We converged on his position. A steel door set into the hillside stood partially open, darkness beyond. "Trap?" I whispered to Carson. He nodded grimly. "Almost certainly." "But Troy..." "Could be inside. Or could be bait." His eyes met mine. "Your call, Luna. We go in, or we pull back."

These skeletons basically conveyed their story of how they, too, attempted to escape years ago. Fane stretched out his hand and stopped Jed, who wanted to try again, “This is how the Ten Absolutes trap array is. Although you see an exit in front of you, it’s another ingenious array. Even though you’ve walked forward, there are movements of runes at the turning corner, and you’re transferred to another entrance by the space. You won’t be able to get out of this place no matter how many times you walk around this place.” Fane’s words were utterly discouraging. Jed and Dwight exchanged glances, and they both slumped to the ground like deflated balloons. They could hear the water of the river fl

which is covered by a trap door. Rena, Randu and Robut entered…and they closed the trapdoor again. Miraculously inside there are already burning torches... as if the place is waiting for them. In the room there is only a slightly thick cloth in the middle…and there is another small room at the back which had large pottery filled with water and a cover. Maybe it's for a shower or a toilet? But it will be very smelly..if they have to pee here..isn't it?

They both walked in slowly, using a torch, as they entered the building they looked around and found traces of blood and bullets "Capo, I will check this other side." Pedro left Jason and Jason took out a knife from his socks, while holding his touch, when he heard something moving he swung his knife at the direction, and walked to check it out, but he found out that it was just a rat and his knife had killed it. He sighed and looked around again, the. he found a chair, it looked like the one in the video the Alfredo's sent of Alman, chains was attached to it.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

She must get out of here! Running out of the room, she took the stairs until she was finally on the ground floor. It was indeed tiring, and she was catching her breath, but she had no other choice and only to resort to this, or else she would be Greg’s held captive forever and ever! She hid in one of the beams so that the number of guards securing this place would not notice her. It really wouldn't be so easy getting on the exit… "Mates, there's chicken soup on the second floor. Want to have some?" That guard who was upstairs earlier invited his co-workers for the food they could enjoy this morning.

A soft click echoed through the quiet. Using the Master Key stolen from House Elect—they unlocked the iron trapdoor. The hidden entrance groaned as it opened, revealing a steep metal staircase spiraling downward. The air was thick with dust and heat as they descended into Inferno. The underground bunker stretched wide, larger than anyone expected. Crimson and gold lights pulsed along the ceiling, smoke curled from hidden vents, and deep, thundering music rattled the metal walls. The main hall was a chaotic, hypnotic dream—a bar on one side, a packed dance floor on the other.

The entire front wall became chaos within seconds. "Move," Thorne ordered. We ran. The drainage tunnel entrance was exactly where Dante's scouts said it would be, hidden behind some massive rock, barely wide enough for one person at a time. I went in third, right behind Thorne and Taylor. The tunnel was dark, wet, and smelled like death. Water dripped from somewhere above, and the walls were covered in something that glowed a bit… green. 'This is a trap,' Aries said. 'This is definitely a trap.'

Another shake soon hitting the building. The need to hurry rising as we eventually make our way through the halls of the tunnel only to pause upon a set of steel doors. The door a mixture of different combinations and puzzles. Combinations if wrong could summon booby traps that would render you useless or worse dead. My men each moving to put in the correct combination before the locks open. The door cracking open as we waste zero time and rush forward. The door soon leading us towards that of a cell. A fake cell. The entire dungeon basked in an eerie glow. The smell of blood and rotting flesh now lingering within the air. The smell enough to make you puke as loud moans and groans move to re

When I finally made that decision, I smiled. All of a sudden, Howard pushed me aside, and Hector came closer. "Yvette, why would you drink the beer I handed you when you didn't dare to eat or drink anything else? How adorable. Don't worry. We will be very gentle…" As he spoke, he threw me onto the couch and pulled out a bag from underneath. I saw them taking that out from their suitcase earlier on. However, what it contained wasn't as harmless as they claimed. Handcuffs, candles…