Trapped In The Cage Novels & Stories

"What's the Cage?" "Supernatural prison. Official name's something else but everyone calls it the Cage. It's in North London, underground. Run by vampires." The older wolf's voice is matter-of-fact, like he's discussing the weather. "I've been there. Did eight months three years ago. Nearly killed me." "What's it like?" "Hell. Actual hell." The older wolf sits across from me. "The cells are lined with silver. Bars, walls, floors. Everywhere you touch burns. You can't shift. Can't access your full strength. You're just stuck there in constant pain."

"Everything around me burns, everyone around me burns. I'm just trying to save myself." -Jumbo I am used to the four walls of this place. The four corners surrounding me are just white like they want to conform my sanity to be nothing but a plain white paper. It is not yet time. I hear no screams of anguish. I hear nothing. It is almost like if I find a way to break free, the halls would be empty. But I know better. I can not say accurately what lies in the hallway or how many people are out there and what sort of weapons they carry. I know there are plenty of men and there are girls like me waiting for their fate in these small cubicles. Okay, maybe they're not like me.

He thought that Calvin's father would always protect him, but now, he's in jail. Calvin pulled the trigger, but instead of shooting him in the head like he had expected, he shot his fingers, making him lose some. It was a silencer, so no sound was heard. "Fuck!" Gary screamed. "Stop it please." He shouted at the top of his voice, hoping and praying someone would come rescue him. The pain in his fingers set his whole body on fire. He had lost his middle and ring fingers. When he saw that they were not the least bothered by his screams, he figured that the room was soundproofed. He felt hopeless.

<<34>> * There will always be a way. * **** ---- Mia ---- I didn't know when I actually fell asleep... All I knew was, I found myself in the dream Land. I was in a very large cage... Similar to a bed cage as I could see what was going on outside. The cage was hung up in such a way that I could view everything going on beneath. I was alone in that cage... Tied up and looking so malnourished and weak.

Helplessness pierced my heart. The chances of rescue were nearly gone. I stroked my belly through the pain, talking to my baby. I prayed that, if it had a next life, it would be born into a pack where its father loved its mother. Then it would be happy. My breath grew faint, my blood turning to ice in my veins. Suddenly, the cage door swung open, and the lights flickered on. The sight of me in a pool of my blood startled the wolf who stood there. I used my last bit of strength to inch forward, whispering, "Help… me."

Nisa opened her eyes, slightly amazed at the sight she saw. A figure that annoyed her and made her feel like she was living in a prison when they had just met. Now she was in the corner of her eye. The light of the morning sun shone through the white curtains. The yellowish color was like the warmth of a mother's embrace. Nisa tried to move, but her body was now within the circle of Leon's large hands. "You're really out of your mind Nisa, how could you do it so many times with this depraved and perverted man. It's crazy that your body doesn't even resist it," a reddish tinge flowed down her face like a sudden rush of blood.

He ordered Titus who nodded in agreement. “As you say Capo.” Viso gave one last look to his sister who was glaring at him in fury. “So now I am caged in my own house? You are no better than Sandro. I do not want to be caged in my own house. I want independence. If you can't give it to me then kill me but do not humiliate me further by caging me here.” Titus looked at Viso questionably who only gave a small nod to him in answer before turning to his sister. “I am not caging you, merely protecting you. You are free to go anywhere you want with Titus.”

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.

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

Asher’s behind us, his gun trained on the intruder, but I see the hesitation in his eyes he’s wounded, outnumbered, and we’re running out of time. “You’ve made a lot of enemies,” the figure says, their tone dripping with satisfaction. “And now it’s time to pay.” They raise the pistol, and I brace myself, my hands clutching Julian’s arm, my mind screaming for a way out. But before they can fire, a second explosion rocks the cabin, flames licking at the walls, and the floor beneath us groans, splintering. I scream as a hidden trapdoor swings open, a dark tunnel yawning below, and something,someone grabs my ankle, their grip cold and unyielding.