Mind Is A Steel Trap Novels & Stories

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

“Then the message you sent was…” “To lure you out,” Mindy cut in before she could finish. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get you alone?” she went on, sounding almost aggrieved. “You’re always surrounded by people. I never had a chance to make a move.” That was all Sarah needed to hear. This was a trap. Mindy slowly walked toward the basement exit. She pulled out a chain and locked the metal gate behind her. In one hand, she held a knife. In the other, she dangled the key in front of Sarah’s eyes—then flicked her wrist and tossed it outside.

he said, lunging forward with a strike I barely blocked. "I'm focused." "You're thinking about fourteen different things at once. I can practically hear the gears grinding." He wasn't wrong. My brain was ping-ponging between worries like a hyperactive pinball machine. "Maybe you should mind your own business," I shot back, aiming for his left side. He deflected easily. "Maybe you should trust people occasionally." "Trust is earned." "So is suspicion." We traded blows, our swords clashing with sharp metallic rings. Around us, other pairs were sparring with varying degrees of success, but I was hyper-aware of every sound, every movement in my peripheral vision.

' The evil part of my mind whispers to me and I clench my fists gritting my teeth. OH WILL YOU SHUT UP YOU STUPID BRAIN. JUST FUCKING STOP TRYING TO ENTICE ME. AAARGH!!!

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

A neural wipe? I tugged at the heavy silver-mesh collar they’d locked around my neck. It was designed to scramble my 'Noir' frequencies, leaving me sluggish and weak. It burned my skin, but I didn't care. I needed to shift my mindset—if I could just get my heart rate high enough, maybe I could overpower Maurice. But Dante? He was a professional. I’d need the triplets for him. I looked around the room. I’d already smashed everything. I was huddled on the edge of the bed, avoiding the sea of broken glass on the floor.

Mindy growled despite the strength and speed of Treyton's riding. He's not in control. His mind tells him to stop but his body tells him to keep going. And it seems that the needs of his earthly body are stronger. "Oh, goodness! You never change! Fuck! Uuuuhmm!" Mindy is already delirious with every taste of Treyton's riding on her until she comes out.

He distinguished it was not a real gun when he noticed the muzzle was round and its grip panel was fatter than the normal guns his father owned. “This. . .” Dr. Conscire handed over from the tall scientist the object, “will inject a tracker into your body.” The doctor gesticulated Praxis to sit back which he had no objection to. The muzzle of the gun-like instrument was placed on his neck; when the trigger was pulled, Praxis’s soul seemed to have left his body for seconds because of sudden shock. Something sank into his nape, all the way to the flesh, like a very tiny ball.

,he grips the steering wheel and growls loud. "I was just thinking that so I put cameras up in the cells that are hidden. Mindy is going in a cell right beside Bethany so we can get intell and some answers",I smile. We pull up and follow the warriors to our prison bellow the club. Bethany stands looking surprised as Mindy is shoved in the cell beside hers. Mindy glares at her with hate. "You did this you thundercunt!!",she growls.

After Mr. Stern left to handle my bail paperwork, I returned to the holding cell. There wasn't much to do—nothing to pack—so I decided to lie down on the narrow cot and rest my mind for a bit. Before I could even close my eyes, someone lunged at me. The steel shelving behind me left no room to move. Even someone in perfect health would've been injured if they were shoved into it. And me? With steel plates and screws holding my body together, a hit like that could easily cripple me—if not kill me outright.