Novel & Cerita Trapped Ch 1

It doesn't matter. "I'm ready now, so open your legs, let me f*ck you." She reluctantly opened her legs and he chuckled. "Go to your room, your friend is sleeping there." Wait! Really? That was all? he was going to let her go? just like that? "Really?" She asked surprised. "It's like you really want to be fucked." "No no, I was only surprised. Please... I need to get up." It took him a moment to realize that she can't stand because he trapped her beneath him and he got up. She immediately sprang up like the bed has needles all over it and she dashed to the door. Suddenly she paused and turned back.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

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.”

I put my phone in my pocket and looked at the library around me, and thought about Carver walking unhurried through corridors he’d spent twelve years learning to own. Then I thought about what you do when someone has built a trap so carefully that the only way out, runs directly through the middle of it. You stop trying to go around. You walk through.

Marcus's Den Alexa’s body was a collection of aches and bruises, but she had promised herself she would not cry. For the first time in her life, she would endure. She clenched her fists, the scars on her skin a painful reminder of the hell she had been pulled back into. She never imagined she would end up here again, in the cold, dank prison beneath the earth. The dungeon, the place where time stood still, where hope was suffocated by despair.

"Mom, I love you! Come back soon, okay? We'll go to the amusement park and surprise Dad." ... The car scraped against the guardrail with a loud bang. My heart pounded, but I did not stop to check the damage. My speed did not decrease. My phone rang again, and it was Charles. I answered, my voice trembling, "Charles, where are you? Where's Sally?" "She's in the car!" he snapped. "Why are you tracking me? What's the big deal?" "Charles, listen to me. You need to get her out now!" I pleaded.

"Fine, I'll go. I want to see what tricks she's up to!" Yoel stormed off, heading back to the basement. My soul floated behind him, following his steps. Back in that dark, damp room, I shivered. Even as a soul, the fear of being imprisoned was still deeply ingrained in my mind.

As she continued walking, she realized she didn't know the right direction and couldn't recognize every bend and fork in this basement. Selena began to feel desperate. She ran around, trying to find a way out, but kept getting stuck in the endless corridors. The sound of her halting feet and ragged breathing created a heart-wrenching silence. "Damn it," Selena muttered, groping the walls for clues. However, the more she walked, the more she felt trapped in this underground maze. As she rounded another corner, she froze at the sound of approaching footsteps. Selena held her breath, trying to control her fear. However, she knew she couldn't keep hiding amongst the dirty clothes forever.

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.

She protested but instead of letting her be, he caught her wrist, and the last thing she knew, he had their fingers intertwined as they hastily walked towards the IT Department. She badly wanted to take them off his hold but he was gripping them tight making her absolutely helpless. As they entered the door, she saw the staff busy facing the monitors. As Anton unclasped their hands, she noticed a woman in her early thirties, scrambling towards him. Her company ID states that she's the head of the IT Department named, Clara. "How is it going?" He asked Clara. "We're trying our best but it might take long to restore it!" Clara explained.