Trapped In The Cage Novels & Stories

Didn't he understand that I was a person, with my own thoughts and feelings? "That's not fair," I protested, trying to keep my temper in check. "You're not giving me any freedom at all. I'm just a prisoner in this deal." Cade shrugged, his expression unyielding. "You should have thought of that before you signed the contract," he said, his voice cold. "Now, let's get one thing straight: you belong to me, and you'll do what I say. Or else." While I'm stuck in this fake marriage, locked away and forbidden from being with other men, you get to have the time of your life with all those blondes and brunettes you parade around, right?" I asked, my voice laced with bitterness.

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

“But I promise, you’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you.” Still, the wolf remained motionless. Evelyn frowned. Was it ignoring her? Or did it hate the name she had given it? She sighed, leaning sideways against the bars of the cage. There was something undeniably melancholic about the sight of this majestic creature trapped behind metal bars. Seeing it caged like this made her own situation feel even more suffocating. She was being confined too, wasn’t she? Locked inside this room with no explanation, no choice. “I guess we’re both prisoners, huh?” she murmured, resting her forehead lightly against the cold metal.

The cage was small and cramped, its metal bars forming an oppressive latticework that seemed to mock my freedom. I had no recollection of how I had come to be trapped within this cruel enclosure. My heart raced desperately searching for fragments of lost memory. But there was nothing, only a void where clarity should have resided. As the realization of the situation I was in sank in, a sense of isolation and despair enveloped me. I was alone, trapped, and forgotten. The world outside my cage seemed distant and inaccessible, a cruel irony as I longed for its embrace. I stood up and paced restlessly within the confines of my prison, my body aching for the space to roam free. My hands clutched

The man I love is being erased, replaced by a screaming, dying record. The stakes are madness. The loops are coming faster. The reset is less a lurch and more a constant, dizzying sway. I am losing track of which iteration I’m in. Ten? Twenty? A hundred? My mind is a fraying rope, and each loop is a blade sawing at it. The Cage isn’t just replaying the day. It’s feeding on our despair. Our refusal to accept it. Our desperate, screaming need to change it. I realize the truth. The only way out is to give the Cage what it wants. Not a changed outcome. The acceptance of the outcome.

Trapping her. "What are you doing?" the woman screamed. "Becoming your prison," I said. "Becoming cage. Becoming foundation for you instead of for enhanced humans. You wanted to consume me? Fine. Consume me. But when you do—when you take me in—you take prison too. You take cage that will hold you forever." I collapsed inward. Pulled tight. Became net around the woman's consciousness. Became trap she couldn't escape. She fought. Screamed. Tried to break free.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Trusting her son completely, she turned and hurried toward the source of the voice. The moment she stepped through the doorway— Boom! A heavy metal frame crashed down around her, forming a perfect square enclosure, sealing her inside. It was a cage. Margaret's smile vanished instantly. Her face turned ghostly pale as she spun around, trying to flee. But it was too late. The mechanism had been triggered, and the trap locked from the outside. No matter how she pushed or pulled, the door wouldn’t budge. Then, without warning, a jolt of electricity surged up from the ground, sending a sharp shock through her entire body.

She hid on a container and was even surprised when she saw Kiel and Talia on the other side. She smiled at them before she gave a shot to Cage. They were in that state before Cage realized that he is trapped again. Hanz was already in the other floor up, pointing the gun to him while Margo was on the left side near the container and Kiel and Talia on the right side. "Whoa, family planning, huh?" Cage has still the guts to chuckle. He was about to escape by jumping to a metal stairway when Hanz shot him on his leg. "Fuck! You like to target my leg, huh? Well, fuck you all!"