I'm Trapped Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t even kidnapped. I just followed you here. How am I the one that’s more freaked out than you?” I sighed. “Because I know them. I knew the minute that I stepped foot into Boston, somehow, they would find a way to pull me back into this mess. My mother was in it. My father’s in it. You’re in it. I don’t think there’s a way to get out. I think something like this---it’s always going to touch our lives, like a shadow. You can’t shake this kind of darkness no matter how hard you try.”

I was trapped like a rat in a cage, and there was nothing I could do. I sat down in a corner of the cage, staring at nothing, lost in my despair. How could I have been so foolish to try to take Felicity without a proper plan? Now, I was trapped, and who knew what fate awaited me? I resolved to keep my wits about me and wait for an opportunity to escape. I knew that I had to be patient and wait for my moment to strike. But for now, I was trapped, and the only comfort I had was the knowledge that when I was going to escape, Titus was going to pay me for his various betrayals.

Sydney "I'm Trapped, and there's nothing I can do about it," I lamented, my head in my hands. Mike was seething while Leah stroked my hair. "What a jerk!" Mike under his breath. "You don't have to do this, Sydney. Just quit your job and I'll take care of the money." I looked up at him and said, "No, you will do no such thing. You have already done more than enough. Without you both I would have been lost. I can't take money from you."

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

“No, no…” I throw my weight into the door. My palms slam against the metal. “Please!” I scream, voice already raw. “Help! Someone help me!” But no one answers. Only the crackle of fire. The pop of something collapsing somewhere nearby. I stumble back, wheezing. My throat is on fire. My chest heaves. I feel trapped—truly, hopelessly trapped. The realization hits me hard and fast. I’m stuck. I’m really stuck. I pace in circles, frantic. Tears sting my eyes, but they’re useless here—just salt against smoke. “Is anyone there?” I cry, but the words barely leave my throat. “I’m here! Please… someone…”

Their every step heighten my fear. It pulls me closer to undesired forceful s*x. I gaze behind me. Perfectly blocked by their firm trainee figures without appropriate escape route. Same with my right and left. Before me is worse than other sides. Perfectly covered against escape. I stare hopeless and drained. Am beyond escape options. Am trapped within an inevitable position. Am trapped amidst s*x freak's. Am trapped as a s*x tool and sex quencher!. Oh boy. This is all messed. Entirely and severely messed.

My hold on the phone weakens for a moment, and I hold it all the tighter, as if releasing it would make matters worse. Do I have any other options? The response is as bitter as it is undeniable. No. I don't. No matter how much I wish I did, no matter how much I yearn for an escape, the truth is, I’ve been trapped for years. And the worst part? I walked into this trap willingly, blinded by my own desperation, by my own foolish dreams of something better. Memories flood my mind, a cruel, merciless onslaught that I can’t stop even if I wanted to.

The teenagers are still laughing, oblivious, their reflections fracturing around me. And I realize, with a sickening lurch, that the exit is locked. The door they came through swings shut with another click. I’m trapped. And he’s still in here with me.

Trina's P.O.V I can't move, I can't talk, I can't do anything but hear. I feel trapped in my own body. I've heard his voice several times and it always breaks my heart when he cries and I can't do anything. I wanna touch him but I can't move, I want to tell him it's okay but I can't seem to be able to move my lips. I miss everything so much, especially him. It's so dark here and I'm scared because I'm alone. Yes, I hear his voice but far away and although I want to come out of here I can't. It's all darkness.

Like maybe that’s what he’s been waiting for. The engines roar louder, and the cabin seems to close in around me. Trapped. Utterly, completely trapped.