Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

“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.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.

Then he said, low and plain, “Because I don’t like what happened here.” It wasn’t really an answer. It was also more honest than most people managed. I swallowed. “You said last night there were more.” “There were.” “Were?” “I cleared them.” My gaze sharpened. “All of them?” He met my eyes. “Everything I found on your line and near the road.” Everything I found. The wording caught me. Not everything there was. A chill moved over my skin. “How many?” “Seven.” The number hit my ribs like a fist. Seven traps. Seven little mouths in the grass waiting to close around fur, flesh, bone. Seven ways to turn my edge of town into a wound.

Watching. I stepped inside. My footfalls echoed. The door slammed shut behind me. Locked. Trapped. Exactly where he wanted me. But what he didn’t know—what none of them knew—was what I’d brought with me. And who was already on the way. Because the thing about traps? They work both ways. And I’d been waiting my whole life to become the weapon.

A good sign. It didn't take long for us to begin to see the traps. The first was a simple tripwire that triggered some arrows. We luckily spotted it in time. The second one was a bit tricker, there was a series of false earth that gave way to home with spikes at the bottom. The layout of the traps were familiar yet foreign. It was the work of Magnus. He was clever, I'd give him that, but not clever enough. We successfully evaded them. Then came the third trap which almost cost us a life.

This made their parents confident that it would work out. However, they did not expect that in their midst, an entity like BaoBao existed. They had planted the traps within BaoBao's scope. So, Eva had BaoBao trigger or deactivate the trap, whichever he deemed fit at the moment, before anyone arrived at the scene. It was an isolated place between Esmeralda's estate and someone else's estate. BaoBao materialised himself at the set up scene and carried out his job perfectly. The bandits who were expecting an easy loot felt cheated.

"You saw everything? EVERYTHING?" Trish woke up with her yelling. "You mean you didn't know?" Sally thought quickly. "Well, I knew it was a camera. I knew it was… And we were… I thought… Oh, fuck." Becky smiled. "Fuck is right. You did a helluva job on that guy, didn't she Trish?" Trish pulled the dildo out of her pussy. "Sure got us off. Ow, don't ever let me leave that in there like that."

I moved my fingers across the keyboard once more, faster this time. 'Possible... advanced traps in an underground house and tunnel,' I typed. The system responded instantly, flooding the screen with various schematics and articles, digital diagrams and security footage simulations. I saw it all. Tripwire sensors, hallucination gas releases, motion triggered explosives, even artificial echoes that helped in confusing navigation. "Looks like what John would love," I muttered to myself as I noted how similar some of diagrams were with what he used around the house. I clicked through them all one by one, memorizing the ones I could and saving the rest. Hours passed like water slipping through fi

"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."

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.