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“They are waiting to see what you become when there is no pressure.” The sound cuts off. The chamber falls silent again, except for the drip of water and the low hum beneath the hatch, steady as a heartbeat that does not belong to me. My phone remains dead in my pocket. My flashlight beam shakes on the wall. The camera keeps watching. The worst part of the trap is not containment. It is permission. Because if they let me choose, then whatever happens next will look like my decision. And that means they can call it consent.

He chose a rose; I opted for a distant mountain. He promised that once everything settled, he would take me back home to marry me and ensure a peaceful life together. Unfortunately, he went missing shortly after making that vow. "What's this?" Luna ripped open my long sleeve, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You little tramp! You're trying to seduce someone, and it's pretty low. Let's just take it out!" "No!" I shouted in panic, my heart racing. This was the only link I had left to Clint. It was my reason to endure each day on this desolate island.

"You've been gone so long. I've missed you. Let's see if you've gotten any better." Elaine caught his hand, forcing a seductive smile. "Colton, how about something more thrilling? Let's do it in the back garden." His eyes lit up with interest. "What kind of excitement are we talking about?" A sly grin spread across her face. "You'll see. Trust me." Colton, blinded by lust, agreed. They stumbled outside, finding themselves among the flowers by the big tree. Just when the situation made my stomach churn, Elaine suddenly reached into the bushes and pulled out a shovel.

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

Trained. But not good enough. They reach the perimeter. One of them kneels at the edge of a cabin, scanning the structure with a handheld device. Another circles around back. I hold my breath. A moment later, snap! One of the snares triggers, and a rogue is pulled clean off his feet and slammed to the ground, paralyzed. The others don’t hesitate. They react with silent aggression, fanning out. “Go,” I whisper.

Just open door and lights leading deeper into the facility. Just a ten-year-old boy in a wheelchair waiting to explain why everything we tried was always going to fail. And two ghosts walking into trap with nothing except hope that emotional chaos could defeat optimal calculation. The doors closed behind us. The trap activated. And somewhere above, eight hundred clubs waited to see if surrender meant salvation or just delayed extinction. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

But before I could speak, she quickly cut me off. "Forget it. What's done is done. There's nothing else I can say now. Did you both use protection? No next time, okay?" Shanine reluctantly got up and slowly walked up to Kerrigan like a frightened kitten. "Mom, Mr. Turner didn't do it on purpose." Kerrigan shot her a glare before leading her home. I walked them out of the house, then saw Carl staring with Kerrigan's leaving figure with a forlorn look on his face.

Several guards rushed in and struggled for a long time before pinning Caleb's father to the floor. Amid the chaos, Caleb ran to the influencer's camera and snatched the selfie stick. He sobbed at the screen. "Everyone, you saw it, right? He's a psychopath. He deliberately disguised bricks as a laptop to trick me. I plugged my USB into the wrong port and it short-circuited! "My thesis really is gone. This is murder by another name. Please help me get justice!"

And just like that— The trap snapped shut.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” “Way,” Kat nodded and winked before she entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her.