Trapped In The Closet Chapters 13 22 Novels & Stories

I quickly changed into the giant t-shirt that reached exactly up to my knees and a spare boxer underneath which I had found in the closet. I sat on the bed trying to come to the turn of phrase with the circumstances that had happened in the past few hours. Today was supposed to be one of the happy and memorable days in our lives. I was about to surprise my parents, but now. My life has changed in a day and I have a strong feeling that this is just the beginning. Things are only going to get worse than this. I never expected that I would be imprisoned in such a situation. A shaky sigh escaped my lips as I thought of what tomorrow would bring. All I could hope was this was all just a nightmare

If he walked into a blind trap, they would both end up as casualties of these madmen. Despite her outward calm, Chloe’s back was soaked with cold sweat. Her hands were icy. But as she was pushed into the dark, foul-smelling utility room, her fingers were already moving. Liam Martin Jr. slammed the door, leaving her in a darkness that reeked of rotting fish.

Mavric stood frozen in the center of the hall, while the doors behind them clicked and locked automatically one by one, trapping them inside a labyrinth of memories… and death. END OF CHAPTER 188.

“Go in there, stay quiet, don't make any noises. I'll go let her in now before she breaks down the door.” I agreed and went into the closet, nearly getting blinded by the obscene amount of coats and jackets he possessed. A little spider majestically slid down its web and casually settled on my arm. On reflex, I flicked it off, holding my breath so that I didn't scream. Just then, I heard the door open and footsteps enter. “For a moment I thought you weren't in,” said Clara, sounding a little relieved. I went a little deeper into the closet and sat down on the floor, in case they had a conversation longer than I hoped.

"Get over here now and I won't hurt you again. Just be a good girl and this will all be over soon." "NO!" I shout, throwing my stuffy at him as I close the closet door and lock it. The door thuds as he kicks it, the reinforced steel shaking. He thought it was only wood, so he moans in pain as I run to the end of the closet and dive behind Auntie's long dresses where the door is hidden beneath her shoes. "She's trapped in the closet," the man yells into his radio. "We need cutters to get past the door. OVER."

My heels echoed faintly against the marble floor, and with every step, my heart pounded faster. When I reached the top of the staircase, I saw two doors facing each other across the hallway. Right or left? I whispered under my breath. She said the first door on your right, I reminded myself. So I turned the handle of the right door without thinking twice. And froze. "Dead frozen." My breath caught in my throat. My body went stiff. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath. "What have I done?" Because there he was Damian Cole completely naked, water dripping from his body, a towel in his hand, his hair wet and glistening. He must have just come out of the shower.

I leaned down, capturing her mouth again, deeper this time, letting instinct take over as my fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. It slid down halfway, then stopped, not because I wanted it to. But because something cold prickled the back of my neck. It was a distinct feeling, something was wrong. I could just feel. I frowned slightly, pulling back. “You okay?” Trisha murmured, already reaching for my shirt buttons. “Yeah… just—” A sharp metallic click cut through the room. Before I could turn, the closet doors burst open. Wood slammed violently against the walls as armed men flooded out, guns raised, chains glinting under the chandelier light.