Springtrap X Puppet Novels & Stories

The puppets moved. The mother-puppet lunged across the table and caught Andrei’s arm. He shook her away. The father-puppet rushed at him from behind and fastened to his back like a leech, trying to sink his teeth into his neck. Andrei tried to reach back and tear him away, but the creature caught his arm and twisted it. The mother-puppet dropped to her belly and crawled under the table, her teeth snapping as she sought the vulnerable flesh above his shredded boots. “Nagant!” Svetlana yelled.

Adam spat and disconnect the line. He himself wasn’t sure what he is going to do when he clasps his hands around her neck. Because for the first time he was distracted and once he finds that distraction and makes her spill who was behind sending her, he will punish her in a way her soul will be terrified whom she has dealt with. ___

he answered and began to handcuff her hands. She tried to fight him and struggled, but with his strength, he was able to lock the handcuffs in her hands. "You're terrible, you bastard son of a b*tch!" She cried. It did not make him move and instead, just started his car again. "You are someone who is mentally retarded, and maybe it runs from your blood! Whatever your entire family shows, you do and practice them, too! Now, I guess I have figured out already that what a root is, is also what the fruit is!" she boldly and recklessly hissed his face.

I just want someone to save me from this hell. I want to yowl at my misfortune, the feelings of being impotent are in breaking frame. I'm not even crying anymore. I'm just numb. I feel hopeless. Powerless. Helpless. Weak. Vulnerable. Whatever you name it. I have no control over my life anymore and I doubt I'll ever have. I am just a puppet now and Ivan is my master. He will pull my string and I'll have to act accordingly. I felt fatigued looming, like an epidemic I couldn't fight. But as my eyes were about to shut, the door unlocked with a loud click, my heart racing in my chest. I was sure they would kill me now.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Text messages poured in, and my phone lagged, freezing at the chat interface with Greyson. Greyson: [You're disgusting! Don't return to the Tromp family anymore! I'll tell them about your affairs!] [I feel dirty to have ever slept with you!] I wanted to explain, but I found it useless after typing a long explanation. Greyson would never believe me, so I deleted word by word. After a while, a call came in, and I subconsciously picked up. The unfamiliar male voice was extremely vulgar. "How much for one night? I've seen your photos, and I'm satisfied!"

TORREN POV The ghost mask feels like a second skin, the internal voice modulator humming as I scale the fence of the Michigan estate. I’m not using chloroform tonight; it’s too slow, too cinematic. I have a tactical sedative patch in my bag- one touch to the neck and he’s out in three seconds.

"Use this as collateral." "But—" "Sirius holds special authority to dictate the Duke's whereabouts. If you intend to detain him without knowing that, you had better refresh your knowledge." The guards exchanged hesitant looks before finally nodding and stepping aside to make way. Derrick offered Selen a brief glance, not expecting the young man to follow him this far. "How do you know about the magic trap?" Selen urged his horse forward to match his pace, his eyes still laden with suspicion, though he did recall a servant matching that description, and Matthew had been instructed to keep watch on her. "And about the green-eyed mage?"

He placed his hand on either side of my head, trapping me. "Tell me who's the wife you are?" "Yours," I mumbled....unfortunately. "Then who should you be obeying?" I looked straight into his eyes, "no one, Aiden, I don't know what you are implying but I refuse to become your puppet!" He narrowed his eyes, " what do you mean?"

Mask smiled telepathically. “So I wanted to ask if they’re dummies like you.” Alex knew that he could tell it as well. Those two people were puppet people that humans had made. Alex initially thought that the topic would end here. To his surprise, this guy seemed to be a socially awkward person previously, but he suddenly turned into chatter and asked, “Hey, what’s going on between you and that woman? Do you really have four children with her master?” Alex was helpless. “Do you believe it?”