Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

With careful, steady pressure, he eased the strain, allowing the sapling to straighten slowly until the wire went slack. He then dismantled the triggering mechanism itself, pocketing the sharpened silver shards. “Disarming isn't just about making it safe.” he explained, his tone methodical. “It's about learning their methods, their patterns. They use tension and release. We can use that against them.” He moved to the next trap, a pressure plate disguised with leaves. Instead of stepping on it, he used a long branch to apply weight from a safe distance, triggering it with a muffled thud that launched a volley of darts into a nearby tree trunk.

Hiding in the shadows, I stay still and see what the person is doing. No one was supposed to be here. I came earlier than anyone else. As I heighten my senses, I feel the presence, but away from where I was standing. A sudden click distracts me, and suddenly I see the person move. Whoever it was, had activated the traps in the room. Moving around, I evade every trap. The booby traps were all over the place. As I tried to skip the booby traps, I felt something grab me from the leg and pull me. Groaning, I feel it burn. What the hell?

Traps are not always built with walls. Sometimes— --- They are built with certainty. --- With the belief that there is no way out. --- With the illusion… --- That every move has already been predicted. --- The circle tightened. --- Not rushed. --- Not chaotic. --- Precise. --- Every version of the system stepping forward in perfect synchronization— --- Closing space. --- Closing options. --- Closing escape. --- Adrian shifted beside Elena. --- His voice low. --- “They’re herding us.”

The trap took days to work on. And the person they thought they would be able to take down easily was stronger than them. The day we returned to address the war case, was the day I first started it. I remember sneaking at night while Roman was sleeping to get a picture of this place. I would plan the position of the trap's on the map and go on to set it, testing it at some point to see the success rate.. When a trap passes successfully, I will remove the black pin and put either red, blue or purple to determine the dangerous ones to the least dangerous ones.

Reina took the chance, slipping sideways with a muttered excuse. “Get back here, Reina,” I snapped, but she was already halfway out the door. “Reina!” Gone. I wheeled forward fast, but Lucas stepped in front of me. "Boss, you need to see this," he said, glancing at the tablet in his hand. “What?!” I barked. “The trap caught a mouse. I repeat…the trap caught a mouse.” I blinked at him, deadpan, like he’d just recited the national anthem. “What the fuck are you, a Boy Scout pledge?”

Each one was more arrogant than the last. Each scene more disgusting than the one before. I exported every video, compressed and encrypted them, then saved copies to three separate hard drives. After that, I created a new folder. Its name was simple. Death Row. *** When I got back from the business trip, Mia rushed over with her usual bright smile. "Honey, you've lost weight! That trip must've been exhausting." I patted her head. "It was fine. Somebody has to make the money." I pulled the wrinkled travel allowance from my pocket and set it on the coffee table.

Hala completely lost her footing, rubbing her trembling fingers together as she scrambled to evade Dima’s razor-sharp scrutiny. When she spoke, her voice dropped to a breathless whisper, thick with passion and shame: "I... I didn't fall into a trap, Dima... I think I’m completely lost. Yousef isn't just a professor. His touch, his voice... even the way he looks at me... it makes me completely lose my mind and my ability to fight back!" Dima’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. She slapped her forehead lightly, laughing in total shock. "Holy crap! You went all the way in just thirty minutes?! What on earth happened in that office?!"

As the lights glowed behind her and the city stretched endlessly below, one truth settled deep in her bones: The trap was working. But traps always cut both ways. And somewhere nearby, Ethan was smiling...already planning his next move.

The unmistakable sound of a trap being set. And then I saw it. A dark shape, rising from the ground like a serpent ready to strike. A line of sharpened spikes—barricades made from wood and iron, thick and strong—was set in place around Alden’s path. A trap. I froze, my instincts screaming at me. I couldn’t move any closer without triggering it. The spike trap was too close, too dangerous. And there, standing before me, was Alden, smirking, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

’ She wasn’t wrong. My eyes landed on a dagger resting on a pedestal, its hilt was carved from bone and its blade was simply stunning. On another pedestal, a crown of obsidian metal shimmered with a dark, oily sheen. Every item practically radiated menace, but also…money. Enough money to disappear for years. “Five minutes,” I whispered, forcing my shaking hands to steady as I reached for the nearest chest. “In and out.” It was right at that moment that the first trap activated.