Trapped By Them Novels & Stories

I could see rats running by me. The man who was dragging me along looked familiar. It was the man who had whistled while ignoring my plea for help on the bus. He was part of the gang. He turned and glanced at me. Malice overflowed from his slanted eyes. Then, he tossed me into a room haphazardly like I was nothing but a bag of trash. There was a sturdy door outside the bars. The door was even chained shut with chains that were almost as thick as my wrists.

I started to unwrap the bandages from my darling Sally. My heart was calm, steady. Sally might be covered in scars and horribly disfigured, but she was still my darling. Holly, who was next to me, gagged. Her voice was raw from crying all night. Her lips were cracked, and her eyes were sunken. I said to her in an eerily soothing voice, "It's okay. When the sun comes up, you'll be just like my Sally. Falling apart bit by bit, but with nothing you can do. But you can't leave either." I tied Holly's hands and feet to the iron fence with torn clothes and bandages.

For now, we had to keep running. We spun on our heels and bolted down another alley, our feet pounding against the pavement, but no matter which way we turned, they were always there—waiting, blocking our path. My mind raced as we desperately tried to escape, but deep down, I knew what was happening. “They’re herding us,” I muttered bitterly under my breath. This wasn’t a chase—it was a trap. Every turn we took, they guided us exactly where they wanted. The walls of the city seemed to close in around us as their net tightened, and the realization hit me like a punch to the gut: there was no escape.

"How do I make them understand that when they're trapped inside their own heads?" "You go in after them. Touch them. Connect. Your acceptance creates a bridge they can follow." I gestured at the others. "But you need to hurry. The longer they stay trapped, the deeper the roots grow. Eventually, they won't want to leave. They'll prefer the garden's false promises to the painful truth." Bree looked at each trapped teammate. "Who first?" "Whoever's closest to breaking. Who do you think that is?" She studied them. Axel was clearly in agony but still fighting. Erina looked resigned, like she'd already accepted her fate. The twins were holding hands even in their frozen state, somehow connected. B

“Get to the car!” But when we rounded the corner, headlights blazed. Two SUVs sat at the far end of the lot, engines rumbling low, blocking the exit. Noah cursed under his breath, dragging me back into the shadows. “They’re cutting us off.” “We’re trapped,” I whispered, chest burning, fear choking me. Desmond caught up, leaning hard against the wall, eyes fierce despite the blood soaking his shirt. “Not trapped, funneled.” “What?” My voice shook.

We were trapped inside a mansion full of innocent civilians, with Consilience forces positioned to capture us, with a digital theft about to execute in less than twelve minutes, with no apparent escape route. The perfect trap, And we'd walked right into it.

The heavy lid slammed shut behind Falco, muffling his desperate protests as the engine roared to life. Night had fully settled in as the car pulled away from the abandoned bar. The air outside was cool and still, but inside the vehicle, tension hung thick and unspoken. Falco remained trapped in the trunk, his protests swallowed by the silence of the night. Without a word, they drove straight to the hospital, leaving the captured man behind as they went inside for Dalton and Celia

I sensed ancient magic. It wasn't just a barrier; it was a magical cage. “Damn it! It's a Dark Containment Trap!” Aiden shouted, striking the wall with his Alpha strength. The impact was like hitting steel; the cage vibrated, but it didn't budge. “We're trapped!” Jayden said, his frustration turning to despair. “This trap is the Sect's doing! They'll wear us down until we're too weak to defend ourselves!” The beasts, now confident, began to close in.

I wanted to argue, but the words got stuck in my throat when he adjusted me higher in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. The doors opened, and he walked straight into the building with me still trapped against him.

They really were taking me there. He pulled me up. I fought slightly, but not enough. I couldn't let them know I was too strong. They dragged me back. "Get in." My feet resisted. But they forced me inside. The door slammed. The locks clicked. And just like that, I was trapped again. The car started moving. I stared out the window. The darkness outside looked endless. How was I going to stop them? What if Quinn didn't find me? What if my message wasn't enough?