I'm Trapped Novels & Stories

he said. Daniel let out a sharp, short laugh, and there was nothing warm in it. "No. She is trapped. That is what this is. That is the word for it. She is trapped and she is finding intelligent ways to describe the trap to herself because that is how she survives things, and you have counted on exactly that." The word trapped sat in the room. I looked at it from the inside, examined the shape of it, turned it around and looked at what it touched and what it missed.

If the two met, the secrets buried deep in Alexa’s fragmented memories would surface, unraveling everything. --- Back at the boutique, Alexa paced the floor, her anxiety mounting. The eerie silence of the locked mall amplified her fears. She pressed her hands against the glass doors, shouting, but no sound escaped the soundproof walls. Her mind raced. “What did I do to upset Madame Melissa? Why would she trap me here?” She thought of Julian, her heart aching with longing. “Please come for me,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. --- Roberto’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as he sped onto the highway. His mind was in overdrive, replaying every detail. He couldn’t shake the

“I worked sixteen-hour days during those five years in the middle of nowhere. My periods stopped for months at a time. My hair was falling out in handfuls. I endured all of it because I kept telling myself that I would finally marry you when I came back.” The color drained from his face. “As for you, in those same five years, you got married, had a child, and now, you’re expecting another.” I let out a laugh. “I’m sorry.” “What good is your apology?” I looked straight at him. “Dan, you’ve made it impossible even to hate you. You’ve made me feel like a fool.” The rain came down harder. He opened the umbrella and tried to angle it over me. I pushed his hand away and stepped into the downpour.

Fuck it! I thought I’d never have to experience being trapped in there – tied to a bed and tortured with all those fucking sex toys. I thought...I thought my escape plan would be successful. I’d spent so much time planning every detail, making sure everything was perfect. But in the end, it wasn’t enough. They’d caught me before I could even make it past through the highway, and now here I was – more trapped than ever before. ***

Adonis I clenched my teeth, my face contorting in agony. Why did I ever trust Axton? This place was a living hell, and I felt trapped. The stark white walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their emptiness. I wanted to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat, silenced by the oppressive atmosphere. Even breathing felt heavy, like inhaling lead. I was a prisoner with no escape. I was trapped in the isolation chamber, a cold, colorless room, courtesy of the insane doctor's fucking twisted experiment.

He turns and goes back into the room, leaving me in the buzzing, too-bright hallway. Clara’s text burns in my pocket. Liam’s words burn in my ears. Maya’s disappointed, knowing eyes burn in my soul. I am trapped in the exact center of my own making. And for the first time, I see no way out that doesn’t destroy everything. The only move left is to choose which everything gets destroyed.

He stood behind me and leaned his head closer to my right ear. "Then... should I take all of it back?" He whispered slowly to me. My hands started to tremble. I felt trapped. I didn't like being in this position, yet I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be homeless. If Niel did take away all the things he had given to me before, I would surely be a beggar on the street and I won't have a chance to change my future. I was highly mortified by the thought.

of applause" Stephanie continued. The crowd could not help but burst into fits of Laughter as they saw how she disgraced herself on stage, some even went as far as making videos of her on stage so they could use it later or during the day. At this point Mirabel had already ran out of ideas on what she should do so she quickly put a call through to the only person she knew Stephanie was willing to listen to no matter how angry she was at him. "Hey Audrey, are you busy? There is an emergency," she said frantically as soon as he picked up the call. "What happened?" he asked, already getting agitated. Mirabel had never really called him like that, so he knew that for her to call, sounding reall

This is prison. "Please, just leave me alone." tears won't stop streaming down my face. "No, I won't." "Dimitri please, it's not like I can go anywhere. I don't even know where I am!" I looked at him. "You are on an Island. Away from civilization." my eyes widen in disbelief. He looked down "I wanted some time with you, and I know it was wrong drugging you but you have to understand that no one knows about this Island. That's why I drugged you."

he said, “One time, and if you don’t like them for any reason, I will let you off the hook for a few months at least. I know you are busy, but you still need to be a twenty-two-year-old. It isn’t fun being alone.” “I was a twenty-two-year-old, eight years ago.” She said with a laugh. He didn’t really understand how she felt. She was trapped in her skin. She had been forced to be something completely different than what she was really. The Curse she was born with. That is what she called it. The thing that changed her life forever and set her on a different path from those around her. “When we were fourteen.”