Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

I declared, challenging his attempt to keep me behind. "Fine," he conceded, though his voice carried a warning tone. "But stay behind me," he added firmly, his gaze locking onto mine as if to emphasize the importance of his words. Killian quickly located a sturdy stick, his movements deliberate and calculated. With precision, he pressed the stick against the trigger of the trap, disabling it carefully. I watched, filled with admiration for his skill and strength. It was an older model, with sharp metal teeth designed to dig into the flesh of any creature unfortunate enough to step in it.

“Watch the fireworks from a very long way away. And then… maybe get a cat. Something that doesn't lie or launder money.” And with that, she was gone, leaving them alone in the humming heart of the beast. Sabe knelt, inserted the drive. A progress bar flashed on the console’s main screen: PACKET RECEIVED. SLEEPING. It was in. The trap was set. They had ninety seconds. The ghosts on the canvases above were counting down. The final act was upon them, and the gallery’s beautiful, lying front was about to become the epicenter of a truth that would shake the world.

"We need to move." He studied the materials, face unreadable. "This is too clean. Too perfect." "Meaning?" "Meaning Isabella might be setting a trap. Or the Bianchis want us to try something." He tapped the floor plans. "These blueprints show a vulnerability in their security grid—a maintenance tunnel here, unmonitored from midnight to 2 AM. It's either a gift from God or bait." "So we test it." "How?" I'd been waiting for this question. "Send someone expendable. Someone the Bianchis won't recognize. If it's safe, we proceed. If it's a trap, we lose one asset and learn our enemy's game."

Unlike what she expected he didn't show any emotions let alone be sad or regretted. "Will you really be happy if I sign this paper?" "Yes, I will. I will be so d*mn happy." Her sorrowful gaze shifted to her belly as she touched it, "What... What if... I was pregnant? Would you... Would you also..." "Your father must have taught you the way to trick a man, that's the cheapest yet shortest way you can trap someone in your net. What? You wanted to tie me up that way as well?" He looked at her arrogantly and scoffed.

Scene 3 – Caught in a Trap (Refined) POV: Nick She leaves the kitchen humming. I wait until I’m sure she’s not looking before I bolt into the workshop corner of the cabin like a man running from a fire. I grab the toolbox. Find something that squeaks. Anything. Doesn’t matter. I tighten a hinge that doesn’t need it. Oil a door that was already silent. Rip out a screw just so I can put it back in. It helps. For about five seconds. Then I glance toward the living room. And there she is.

It would even give the recipient the impression that he loved everyone in front of him. Sophia intended to induce a trance in Travis and coerce him. In fact, she had installed hidden cameras throughout the room in advance. Everything was ready; she just needed Travis to act. She never imagined that Travis could resist the effects of the drug for so long! When he finally reached his limit, he resorted to breaking objects on the coffee table instead of laying a finger on her. In addition, his personal assistant appeared to possess a dog-like sense of smell. The assistant discovered the pre-installed hidden cameras in the room and removed them all. Not a single one was left.

Nisa forgot that her clothes had been torn to shreds by the unknown madman in front of her. "No, I promise I won't do it again. Trust me this time I won't be pushy, uhm...," Leon held out his hand when he saw Nisa's face hesitate. Nisa was forced to comply.

"Fine, I'll go. I want to see what tricks she's up to!" Yoel stormed off, heading back to the basement. My soul floated behind him, following his steps. Back in that dark, damp room, I shivered. Even as a soul, the fear of being imprisoned was still deeply ingrained in my mind.

I started to unwrap the bandages from my darling Sally. My heart was calm, steady. Sally might be covered in scars and horribly disfigured, but she was still my darling. Holly, who was next to me, gagged. Her voice was raw from crying all night. Her lips were cracked, and her eyes were sunken. I said to her in an eerily soothing voice, "It's okay. When the sun comes up, you'll be just like my Sally. Falling apart bit by bit, but with nothing you can do. But you can't leave either." I tied Holly's hands and feet to the iron fence with torn clothes and bandages.

If Evan could reveal the matter unsuspectingly, there must be an element of temptation behind it. Scott had numerous opportunities to deal with Evan later without falling for the trap Evan set. Scott pondered when another bodyguard entered. "Sir, we can no longer detect the mini explosive device we planted in the underling at the restaurant." Scott's gaze dimmed slightly. He hadn't anticipated that Evan would notice the explosive device. If he hadn't, Evan wouldn't have escaped unscathed once the underling had an opportunity. The failure of this plan didn't bother him much. After all, Evan's cautious nature was well within his expectations.