Trapped In The Box Novels & Stories

In that moment, I felt like a bird caught in a hunter's trap, unable to escape. He dragged me into the living room, where two men were waiting. Their eyes showed desire as they looked at me, and I felt sick. "Here, take her," my father said, pushing me towards them. "She's all yours." I ended up in one of the men's hands, and I could feel them holding me tightly. I was trapped, with no way to get out. It was like being caught in a spider's web, with no escape. I watched, unable to look away, as the men took out and opened a box filled with money. The amount of cash in front of me made me unable to believe what I was seeing.

She tried to turn around but couldn't because of the wall on both sides. How did she get here? She slept in the bed in her room. How is she now in a box? She tried harder to scream but nothing came out other than saliva. She could now feel people carrying the box. She tried to ask them, what was happening? Where are they headed? She wanted to hit the surface of the box but she couldn't raise her hands up; she tried using her head to do the same but couldn't because the four walls of the box were almost compressing her, making it impossible to move any part of her body.

"We found a Rogue pup in the fireplace. We accidentally wounded it and we put it in the box. It should be right there. It was bleeding." Tristan himself enters the cabin, kneeling next to the couch. He shoots me a glance like he wishes me luck, then he reaches under it. His eyes go wide when he touches the box, and slowly, he pulls it out. Larkin's eyes grow wide when Tristan puts it down on the table. Silence fills the room. Even the guards are tensing up. I can barely feel my hands, and it only gets worse when Tristan takes off the lid. I lean close, expecting to see the little wounded pup. But it's not there.

And their presence was the war, which I was trying to get hold of. In this box which was left with no choice but to get into, I feel with my whole being going savage and the four walls closing in on my heart. I have tried to heed to my godfather's words and contain myself from the moment I got into this box, just so I wouldn't get caught up with the lies my godfather had crafted and told. With no ventilation or a way to see through this box, it wasn't still a hindrance from letting my entire body recognize his presence.

"But it's too dangerous, baby, using the power of the box means you could be trapped in here forever" "With my mom? I'd gladly accept"

The two landed with a thud and was emersed in darkness. "What the f-," Tristan paused taking in a sharp breathe. "I told you not to touch anything," he yelled once more. "Don't freaking yell at me," Trix yelled back. "I'm already regretting it, seeing that I'm stuck here with you," Trix replied feeling the walls. They were in a small box of some kind, an enclosed box. "How are we supposed to breathe," Trix asked worriedly. When Tristan didn't answer, Trix began to worry.

So what the hell was going on? I tried to make sense of the situation but honestly, nothing made sense. I was too confused and scared to arrange my thoughts properly. With a deep breath, I tried to stand up but there was a problem. I couldn't move freely as the space around me was confined and claustrophobic. “What is this?” I panicked, trying to move my body but it was no use. I was trapped in a small enclosed space. I used my strength to push but nothing budged. “What a second.” I muttered, feeling the edges of the box and then I was hit with a chilling realization. I was in a box. No, not just a box - a freaking coffin.

Jennifer walked into my chamber, her face as white as a sheet, and said, "Mr Reiner." "Calm down Jennifer, now explain what happened," I leaned against the table, and poured her a glass of water. "We have received a box...with a letter...a threatening letter." She is sad fearfully. I offered her the glass, which she took gratefully. "Where is it?" I asked, folding my arms. "At the security desk..." She stammered. "Alright, let's check it out," I said and got up from the table. "Mr Reiner, it can be dangerous....."

She was trapped there for what felt like an eternity. When the music finally turned off her ears were ringing with tinnitus. She could very faintly overhear Jess and Jay talking and frowned to herself as she heard them shouting drunken goodbyes. 'They aren't going to leave me here, surely to God?' she thought. 'What if the tide comes in? I'll be drowned.' Didn't these kids care? Surely they weren't drunk enough to forget about the human being trapped in the box? She felt her heart racing as she desperately searched through the crack for any signs of life.

You only find the rot when you’re already holding it, already cut by it. Boxes don’t do that, Boxes don’t hide their truth. Maybe that’s why I like them so much, I can put my life inside them, my memories, my patterns, my little ghosts and close the lid. And for once everything fits. No surprises, No manipulation, No smiling knives pretending to be friends. Just cardboard honesty in a world full of people who lie through their teeth while calling it care.