Trapped In The Basement Movie Novelas e Histórias

They dragged her from the study, down hallways she'd walked as a wife, through the kitchen where Teresa turned away with tears in her eyes, toward the basement stairs that led to darkness. "Beverly!" Diro's voice echoed behind her, raw with anguish. "Beverly, I'm sorry—I'll fix this—I swear I'll—" His voice cut off. A door slammed. And then there was only the sound of her own breathing and the footsteps of her captors as they descended into the belly of the mansion. The basement was exactly as Beverly had imagined it during her worst nightmares—cold concrete, exposed pipes, the smell of damp and decay. They passed storage rooms full of forgotten furniture, wine cellars that hadn't been opene

Everything else could wait. *** It had been hours of being trapped in the stone-built basement with Chase. I was glad to be with him, but we had no ideas how to escape. Chased had told me that he'd been kept down there for months. He said that they fed him every few days and changed the crap bucket. It smelled awful and was embarrassing having a pee in front of him but I had no choice. It was definitely easier for him, having a penis. Although I knew that we had been together before and married, I felt weird letting him see my vagina. I was starving and hoped that they would feed us soon, but for now, it was the two of us, a cold stone prison and the constant flickering of candlelight.

Grabbed the chain himself. He pulled with all his strength. Muscles straining. Face reddening. The door didn't budge. "No. No, no, NO!" He dropped the chain. Spun around. Looking for another way out. But there wasn't one. The corridor we'd come through was the only way back. And beyond that was the main basement. With the bombs. With the locked door at the top of the stairs. We were trapped. All of us. "This is your fault!" He rounded on me. "You and Sterling! You planned this! Trapped me in my own—"

I need to know what is happening because I can't recall anything that has happened or why I was here instead of in my room. "We were trapped," Heaven half-whispered to me, she sounds weak. "Trapped how?" I asked her more confused. "We were trapped in the basement," she answered. "Trapped in a basement….but how? and I can't f*****g move my hands or body," I squealed with a confused look.

Crazy Lucy yelled. "Cade..." I whispered, trembling. Suddenly, he was beside me, cradling me on the floor. "No! No! It's him, the wicked soul!" Lucy shrieked before fleeing. "Are you okay?" Cade asked, concern etched on his face. "I... I am," I stammered, still shaking. "You're not," Cade countered, sweeping me into his arms. Inside the boutique, the owner rushed to apologize. "I'm so sorry this happened here, especially to... to the owner of Cain Island's wife."

Of course, I didn't say that! "Ok," he says as he moves closer to me. I move back until my back hits the bed, I inhale and exhale. I am trapped. He moves closer to me and smiles when he realizes I was trapped. He stares at me for a long time, and I couldn't help but feel lucky to have him. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers in my ears. I clear my throat when I realize I can't say anything. "Ahem...no..no... nothing," I stutter.

The three men crouched in a corner, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats like strays waiting for a meal. The elevator reached B1. Mia dragged a suitcase behind her. Landon followed with Noah in his arms. The garage was dim. Heads down, they hurried toward the parking spots. Bang! A steel pipe slammed into a concrete pillar two yards in front of Landon. Sparks flew. Landon froze. Three figures stepped out from behind the pillar. Andy rolled his shoulders, dragging the pipe across the ground with a harsh screech. "Oh? Going somewhere? In a hurry to die?"

And I was the audience who had been lured into the trap. I decided to bluff my way out. “Oh, really? Like what?” He looked pleased by my question. He had been waiting for it. My heart sank. “The police. Did you ever think you could walk away free after stealing my watch?”

Desi's Beta strength tried to separate them while Emilia's human form cowered against walls that were actively crumbling. Forty-five seconds. Security teams arrived at the basement entrance, but the door had jammed during the fighting. They beat against it, shouted commands through the barrier, tried to force entry while time ran out. Thirty seconds. The wolves finally sensed danger. Their instincts, overwhelmed by blood moon influence moments ago, suddenly screamed about structural collapse. They tried to run, but the jammed door blocked their escape. They were trapped. All four of them. In a basement that was about to become a tomb.

"Maybe, this was a trap all along" Fuck, was this trap to end us? If it was, then Mattews will pay for it with his life. An explosion rocked the basement, sending debris and smoke everywhere. It was a grenade, thrown by one of Antonio's men. We felt the shockwave and the heat, but we were not hit. The cages, however, were not so lucky. Some of them were blown apart, freeing the hostages. Others were crushed, killing the captives. The screams of the survivors and the dying filled the air.