Trapped In The Closet Chapters 13 22 Novels & Stories

Behind me, I could hear shouts of alarm, the pounding of footsteps as more of Vincent's men gave chase. I ran blindly, taking turns at random, my only thought to put as much distance between myself and my pursuers as possible. But as I rounded a corner, I found myself faced with a dead end, the footsteps behind me growing louder with each passing second. Despair washed over me, cold and crushing. This was it. I was trapped, caught, with nowhere left to run. And then, just as I was about to give in to the inevitable, a hand shot out from a darkened doorway, dragging me into a utility closet. I opened my mouth to scream, but another hand clamped over my lips, stifling the sound.

The teenagers are still laughing, oblivious, their reflections fracturing around me. And I realize, with a sickening lurch, that the exit is locked. The door they came through swings shut with another click. I’m trapped. And he’s still in here with me.

Ingrid must have realized the trap she had dug for me was now the one holding her. “How does it feel to choke on your own poison?” I whispered, lashes fluttering softly. “Anyone who comes for me will choke on their own trap.” I staggered away from the door, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. Now all I had to do was find my way down. The whole place was a maze. Not a single person in sight. I spotted a room, its door slightly open. I almost sighed with relief as I lunged for the doorway—until the sight of a body being wheeled out stopped me cold.

What if Jason from Friday the thirteenth walked out of my closet with his chainsaw? Suddenly, Tristan moved closer to me and placed his hand on my waist. He drew me closer to his warm body and I felt safe, so protected like he was my momma bear. The creepy thoughts crawled out of my head and buried themselves in the ground. I gradually closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. ***********

He walked towards the bookshelf and pressed the secret button on the side. Nisa's body was thrown onto the bed behind the bookshelf. A secret room for the man to rest. He became more and more savage and tore off the rest of the span skirt that was still attached to Nisa's waist. "Maa-Master, please, please don't, Agh no-no... ump." Something hard tore into Nisa's intimate parts. It was painful and stinging. Nisa cried out. Crying as she felt her core being ripped out. The part that Nisa had been guarding was taken away so easily by a man she didn't know.

His room was way upstairs away from the noise of the house, away from Jordan's smoke and Anna's loud music. He walked to his room and exhaled as he heard the click of the unlocking door. He was about to enter his room when he heard a noise in the door opposite his. He stopped…. Nothing. He proceeded to open the door and then it came louder and sharper. A voice. He turned to the next door and opened it with the key dangling at the knob. ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ARIA'S POV∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

He said as he turned around and went to open his door. "Damn this bastard!" She cursed while stomping her heels as she got in. "Why was he saying words that make me think about odd things?!" She mumbled angrily and without further ado, she took off her heels, throwing them on the corner then her blazer leaving her transparent undershirt on display. She went to the wardrobe and began ramming his personal closet. "Let's see if I can find something irrelevant here…" she muttered to herself and by means of 'something irrelevant' was a woman's belongings that might blend with his but after a few minutes…

"Don't make a sound. Do not breathe until I tell you it's safe." "David, if she finds me—" "She won't," he promised, but his hands were shaking as he pushed me behind a row of suits. "Stay down." He shut the closet door just as I heard her voice calling from the hallway. "Dad? Are you awake? I brought coffee!" I stood there in the dark, surrounded by the scent of David’s jackets, my heart beating so loud I was sure she could hear it through the walls. I was trapped.