Trapped In The Closet Chapters 13 22 の小説・ストーリー

I thought arriving this time would be perfect, it’s Thursday everyone’s got almost all periods if not all so they’d all be too busy to bully me right now, right. Wrong. I tug at the stall door’s knob hard. It doesn’t budge. But the lock is on my side. It’s not locked. That means someone’s holding it shut from the outside. Panic prickles under my skin. A soft giggle sounds from beyond the door. Cold and Cruel. My hands start to tremble. Another giggle. My chest tightens. My lungs can’t seem to take in air properly. The echo of a door slamming rings in my head—louder, louder—until I swear I can feel it. The last time I was trapped like this…

Chapter 71: Trapped Thorne's Pov As soon as Garrett was gone, I lay down on the bed and stared out the window. The darkness outside pressed in on me, making me feel trapped and smothered. I have no idea how many days I had been confined to this room. Days all started to run together and time lost all meaning.

The same silence and she begins to feel anxious so she pokes out her head from where she had hidden and what she saw made her utterly speechless. "Pharmacy, huh?" He scoffed at her. She stared at him blankly. "You!" "Come out!" He gritted. "Uh... I..." She stammered feeling ashamed for being caught but she refused to come out. "Do you want me to drag you out of here?" He threatened her. She shook her head in shame as she slowly stepped out. "I'm coming out." She briefly said. Satisfied, Anton chuckled as he followed behind her. "You're really good at stimulating my anger, aren't you?"

Chapter Title: The Price of Betrayal (Lena’s POV) The room was silent, yet it felt suffocating. My breath came in slow, measured exhales as I sat on the cold stone floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees. My body ached, my wrists raw from the hours of being tied up, and the shadows in the corners of the dimly lit room seemed to shift with an eerie presence. Time had lost all meaning. How long had I been here? A day? Two? More?

I can feel the blush creep up on my cheeks and I fight to keep a straight face. Did Kaleb just say that to me? He just threatened to fuck the bratty attitude out of me. Oh, if only he knew how badly I really want to be a brat and tell him to prove it. But we can't do that now. I can't even think about that right now. We have to figure something out. "Kaleb. We need to figure a way out of here. We are trapped." I say calmly, trying not to show him how turned on he has me. I need to focus.

I put on a tаnk drеѕѕ wіth ѕраghеttі straps thаt I lіkе to ѕlеер іn. I’m ѕtаrіng at thе wаll, thіnkіng оf everything thаt hаѕ happened, аnd wоndеrіng how thе hеll I made іt hеrе whеn I hеаr a knock аt thе door. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 32] ******** Author Note: Join Your Fellow Readers Here & Gossip Theories:👉 bit.ly/avi22nash

The image of Micheal lying in the hospital bed flashed before her like a fucking wake-up call. “Then I guess I better save myself,” she whispered, fear clawing at her insides as she began attempting to untie the hard knot. But luckily, she played this game a lot in the orphanage. She just needed a few minutes to get it done. Seeing her commitment, Jade laughed, mockingly, “That’s right, save yourself. How sad it must be to have no one willing to rescue you.”. “Just shut the fuck up.” Scarlet sneered. Irritation filled her voice. “You seem to be enjoying this a little too much for someone who has been kidnapped.”

“What stuff could you possibly still have here? I threw out your clothes years ago. Dan said your books were taking up space, so he sold them. Oh, and those houseplants you kept? They all died.” She paused, then added, “I stopped watering them on purpose.” I turned and pressed the elevator button. Her voice followed me from behind. “Stella, don’t make this uglier than it has to be. You have nothing now. You can’t beat me.” The elevator doors slid shut. I leaned back against the cold metal wall and closed my eyes. Five years. I thought I had been climbing the ladder of my career. It turned out I had just been giving them their honeymoon.

now all these things felt as if i had gotten myself too deep within could i ever be free? could i ever truly escape? would he get over me? should he let me g sadly, they could only remain questions until i started taking actions as well as taking charge of my lif i had no idea if minerva had escaped from my closet or if stephan wherever he was had noticed my absence from my room. i could only pray that none of my fears had manifested and turned into the demons that haunted m

There was no sign of any of my old cloth inside the closet… including the trouser in which’s pocket I had put my mom’s red piece of cloth that I protected and cherished the most. My hands started to move things around frantically, but there was no sign of anything. Leaving the closet door open and the new clothes now lying in a pile of mess on the ground, I ran out of the room in panic, running toward Alessio’s bedroom. Without knocking, I stormed inside. He was sitting on the couch watching a video of Hardy tied to a pole in the dungeon of our pack house playing on the TV screen. His head snapped in my direction as soon as he heard my footsteps, “So quick?” he asked in surprise but then fro