Ntr Netsuzou Trap Ending Novels & Stories

Andrew said, ignoring Ethan. "So, you just want us to run, right?" Ashley wanted to be sure. Andrew nodded. "Don't stop, don't look for anyone. Focus solely on yourselves and just try to escape being hit," Andrew instructed. Suzanne then left Ethan's collar. He snorted as he glared at her. "Ready?" Andrew asked then he shrugged. "Not that I care anyway but go," he said and pushed a button. At once the machine started firing balls of net. It comes out as a ball but it later spreads to be a net in order to trap someone inside.

I excuse myself and pick it up. "Boss, it's done. He fell into the trap." He announced. "Fuck! I know he was going to do something drastic. Text me the location, I will be on my way now." I said. "Roger that, boss." He answered and I hang up the call.

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

Natalina's POV The sheets were a tangled mess, so it was all too easy to picture what had happened just moments before. I took a deep breath and looked at Antonio Ragusa, doing my best to stay calm, "Didn't we have an agreement, Antonio? You can play around all you want, but you're not allowed to bring them home. "Besides, you clearly know what day today is." Antonio chuckled indifferently and struck a match to light a cigar. "There was a shootout downtown last night. It wasn't safe, so I brought her home to lay low."

She giggled and went back to her notebook. I stared at the front of the room, but all I could see was the dim lighting of that dive bar bathroom. I could still taste him. The salt, the heat, the power of him. My tongue felt restless in my mouth. I remembered the way he looked when I left him—broken, angry, and desperate. It was the best thing I had ever seen. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to see him crawl. The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Maya started packing her bag, chatting about a lunch date with some of her sorority sisters.

He realized the scale of their mistake—the web of betrayal, the enemies within and without. Alina’s stomach dropped. “So everything we’ve been fighting for… all of it… it might be gone.” Dorian stepped closer, the fire behind him painting his face in shadows. “You can’t stop me, Nathan. You can’t even stop her.” Nathan’s hands clenched. “Watch me.” 6. Cliffhanger Ending Suddenly, the entire floor shook violently. Fire above them exploded, sending debris raining down. Alina shielded her head, clutching the USB fragments.

He would have laugh, but Imagining what is next, Tristan only frowns and looks at Rose. “Just wait for it, love!” Zoey told him. Love…a word that can erase any note of jealousy. “Your gamma is such a pussy, you know?” and she points to the phone’s screen and Tristan sees Nico grabbing a towel before he exits the shower and starts to run, but in the next second he slips on the wet tiles and falls in his nose. That’s all? No naked ass, no dick in the air? And Zoey and Rose laugh their hearts out.

Was this some secret event? Nobody was online at the moment to help him out of it, and Zen wondered if he should log out for tonight and sleep. However, the trap started moving before he could make a decision, and Zen screeched, holding onto the rope net as dead leaves fell through the smaller holes in the trap. Within seconds, Zen was suspended over a deep pit on the forest floor in a net trap. “Nice! I wonder what sort of mushroom variant it would be this time,” a cheerful voice reported, and Zen froze as the owner of the voice walked towards him.

Zane stepped back and considered her as if he were an artist and she his clay. Trey remained where he was next to her. Was Zane his boss for this as well? “Trap her arms against her sides,” he said to his friend. “Carry her to the niche behind you. I saw that one catch her eye.” When Trey lifted her as instructed, his stiffened cock pressed against her back. Rebecca squirmed but held her tongue against making noises that might be construed as stop. His task fulfilled, Trey set her down in the recess Zane specified, facing the shadowy apparatus she couldn’t make out yet.

He sat alone in a chair, both wrists restrained behind the backrest with silver chains. Beneath the half-open black dress shirt, the sharp lines of his waist and abs rose and fell with each breath. Then the camera slowly moved lower. A pair of black velvet pointed-toe stilettos rested against the edge of the chair, brushing dangerously close to the fabric stretched over his inner thigh. The video had no music at all. Just his slow, restrained breathing filling the silence. Then the video cut abruptly to black, leaving behind a single line of white text. [This account has fulfilled its final mission. Until next time.]