Trapped By Him Novels & Stories

"But I can't do anything if my hands aren't free. Can you hold this?" Whimpering, I reach down and to keep the jaws of the trap clamped open. My whole body is shaking and sweating as I try to keep the teeth of it from tearing back into my ankle and leg. "That won't do," he says, taking it from me. "I'm just going to have to rely on -" He grips the edges and begins to push, his face straining in effort. "Raw - power!" His entire face turns beet red as he pushes even harder at the sides of the trap.

I couldn't bring myself to put anything in my mouth, not when he had provided it. I was trapped. Trapped in this room, trapped in this body, trapped in this mind. And I didn't know how to escape.

That girl was restricted and she felt trapped. It's ironic that I'm actually trapped now, but I feel free. Free and addicted to the thrill like an adrenaline junkie riding a sledge down Mount Everest. He rocks his hips and angles himself so he can increase the pace. Tears spring from my eyes, but I don't want to stop. I couldn't even if I tried to because he won't let me. His lock on my jaw means I will stay right where I am until he's finished with me. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he grates through gritted teeth. "And perfect."

When did kids ever trap men anyway? “Listen,” he said and leaned forward. “He’s afraid, but we all know that man’s not going anywhere. You aren’t trapping him to you, he’s already down bad and obsessed with you. You are just giving him something he thinks he doesn’t want, but he’ll eventually fall in love with.”

There is a broken look to him I have never seen before. I long to wrap my arms around him but I remain trapped, not only by the tape but the way he has sat on top of my body, the blankets pinning me down. When his trembling, blood covered hands gently lift the matted wig away from my face I see the cogs whirring, adjusting to accept the truth. The trap he almost fell into.

"What? What do you mean by forced?" "I mean I was forced," he claims. "I didn't want to worry you with any of this, which is why I kept things to myself, but the truth is that I have the feeling that those fuckers are up to something. They're trying to get too close to me and it bothers me. Then, there's Carmen. She's here, you know?" "Really?" "She was acting all fucking crazy. And what's worse is that she was with these two guys who were following me earlier today. It's so fucked. All of it. I feel trapped. That's why I came out here to breathe."

But it was as he'd told Jace; it was now or never time. "That the world is a big fat trap waiting to close in on us." "Ahh." He opened a file. "You have some very strong ideas about 'owning' possessions and feeling trapped by them." Trapped¡­ "And you reject them before they can be taken away from you." Troy began to sweat and his heart was beating rapidly. Freaking medicine¡­

“…This doesn’t feel right…” A pause. Then— The thought hit him fully. His stomach dropped. “…It’s a trap.”

He remained mine. A sneer distorted his beautiful features, an expression of contempt that only hardened my resolve. “I will leave here whether you like it or not!” That was his mistake, his fatal error. To believe he had a choice, that his will could override mine. Tristan struggled, twisting his arm, attempting to wrench himself free from my grasp. I tightened my grip further, effortlessly pulling him closer, until his back was pressed against the cold marble of the hallway wall, effectively caging him between my body and the unyielding surface. He was trapped, utterly and completely, just as I intended.

I walked over to the door and opened it, gesturing for him to leave the room. His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Okay.” He whispered. “I’m leaving.” He dressed up and walked out of the room. I closed the door and let out a blood-curdling scream as he left. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Why did I let myself fall for his trap? I felt so stupid and disappointed in myself. I hated myself more because I wanted him. I enjoyed his touch and found him attractive. I was losing focus. He murdered my parents and ruined my life. I needed to plan my revenge and escape, instead of being cozy with him.