Trapped Ch 1 Novels & Stories

She thought she was in a hotel. She felt a sudden jolt on her head, she touched it, and she realized that she was naked under the thick comforter! Her eyes grew bigger, and she shouted defiantly. What happened to me? Her lips were trembling, her hands shaking, she felt numbness all over, does someone rape me? The thought of losing her virginity, made her head spinned. She felt like she committed something horrible. When she stood up, she realized that nothing was different in her body, if she was raped, she is so sure that she can't stand.

Which means Maxine will be in danger. The trap that Chandler made is flawless. Like a spider web. The prey who was caught doesn’t have any choice but to stay moveless at its place. If the prey didn’t move, it’d die. When it moves, it’ll also die. Adam bowed his head, looking at his lap. He tried catching his breath. His eyes, which didn’t blink for a long time, shut. Tears fell from his eyes. But no one caught him, except his father. “No one opposed,” Chandler’s whisper that rang in Adam’s and Brett’s ears. “It’s final then.”

My body started heating up again. Mabel was still talking about her achievements during this trip. I responded absent-mindedly; she seemed to notice this on the other end of the line. So, she concluded, "You'll know what a prize I've found when we get back to work on Monday." After hanging up, my mind was overwhelmed by thoughts of the roses and the odd sensation Jeremy had made me feel. I patted my cheeks and told myself to calm down. … My business trip lasted another two days. Throughout that time, I attended various gatherings and seriously kept an eye out for potential streamers. Finally, I discovered one who looked like he would do well.

"Dr. Evans gave me the encryption keys. I ran the neural schematics through the mainframe." Julian looked up at the ceiling speaker, a cold dread pooling in his stomach. "What are you saying, Leo?" "The trigger isn't just behavioral, Dad. It is physiological," Leo sobbed. "The Trojan horse is permanently fused to her autonomic nervous system. It is a proximity mine. If she is within a twenty-foot radius of you, or the baby, the cognitive dissonance will cause her blood pressure to spike until her cerebral arteries rupture." The air in the nursery turned to absolute ice.

Not like I was escaping. Not like I was being pulled. But like I was choosing something. Even if I didn’t know where it would lead yet. And somewhere behind me, I could feel it— Everything starting to shift. Not slowly. Not subtly. But in a way that wouldn’t stop once it started.

He hit the door so hard. Axel grinned, satisfied that his prey had finally been caught in a trap. Jonea backed away while shaking her head. She couldn't get out the door. But she can try to jump from the window. The girl broke the window glass with a vase and went onto the balcony. Axel doesn't want to lose his hostage. He ran and dragged the girl's arm back into the room. "Hunter!" Jonea shouted from the third floor. The wind hit her body and swallowed up Jonea's voice. "Go away from here! This is a trap!"

"You think, that's the right decision to take? What if, you get hurt in the process? Look, Chloe... I will just advise you to go with the initial plan. I'm scared for you." "Don't be, I will be fine. Everything is going to be fine, trust me." I replied her and Stanley walked in. She drop what she bring to us and left. We chatted for a while and slowly, she slept off. I look at her and shook my head. She was so eager to make me take my drugs earlier and now, she slept off without having a thought about the drugs. I took my drugs and slept off too right after. Next Morning

He stood behind me and leaned his head closer to my right ear. "Then... should I take all of it back?" He whispered slowly to me. My hands started to tremble. I felt trapped. I didn't like being in this position, yet I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be homeless. If Niel did take away all the things he had given to me before, I would surely be a beggar on the street and I won't have a chance to change my future. I was highly mortified by the thought.