Trapped นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't bring myself to put anything in my mouth, not when he had provided it. I was trapped. Trapped in this room, trapped in this body, trapped in this mind. And I didn't know how to escape.

"I need you to be sure. Look at the list of activities. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. Tell me what scares you too much." I looked at the list. Impact play. Restraints. Sensory deprivation. As I read the words, I didn't feel disgusted. I felt a deep, pulsing heat in my gut. I realized that all the stalking, all the provocation, all the games I had played with him... I was looking for this. I wanted him to catch me. I wanted him to hold me down. "I like the idea of being tied down," I said, my voice getting bolder. "And I don't have any hard limits yet. I want to find them with you."

I have to do something but the fact that I can’t even move out of their trap makes everything so much worse. My heart wrenches beyond reasonable comprehension.

Pulled. Pushed. Nothing. Nothing was working… “It’s locked,” I said. Jovial’s voice came out small. “What?” I moved to the nearest window. Tried it. Locked. Every single one. I checked another door. Locked. Another. Locked. The realization hit like a punch to the chest. “We’re trapped,” I said quietly. Silence fell over the room. Isaac staggered back a step. “No… no, that’s not possible…” I turned slowly, my mind racing.

I scream as a hidden trapdoor swings open, a dark tunnel yawning below, and something,someone grabs my ankle, their grip cold and unyielding. “Julian!” I cry, my hands scrabbling for his as I’m yanked downward, the darkness swallowing me. His fingers slip from mine, his shout of my name echoing as I’m dragged into the tunnel, the trapdoor slamming shut above me. The air is damp, musty, the walls tight and suffocating. I thrash against the grip on my ankle, my hands scraping against rough stone, my heart pounding with terror. “Let me go!” I scream, but the figure pulling me is relentless, their strength overwhelming.

They've moved her again! But how? Is this a trap? I moved forward, senses on high alert. Don followed, his voice low. "We've got a problem." I turned to him, eyes narrowed. "What?" "The container's rigged," he said. "We've got—" A loud click interrupted him. And before any of us knew, the container doors slammed shut, trapping us inside…

Like maybe that’s what he’s been waiting for. The engines roar louder, and the cabin seems to close in around me. Trapped. Utterly, completely trapped.

Hope welled up in my heart. Once I got out, I just needed to report my location, and all the young women in there would be saved. "Stop! You can't go in there!" the man shouted behind me. I didn't even turn to look at him. I ran toward the door. Just as I reached out to grab the handle, a loud buzzing filled my mind. My vision blurred. I blinked hard twice, but it didn't help. My legs gave out under me as I slumped onto the ground.

"Mom, I love you! Come back soon, okay? We'll go to the amusement park and surprise Dad." ... The car scraped against the guardrail with a loud bang. My heart pounded, but I did not stop to check the damage. My speed did not decrease. My phone rang again, and it was Charles. I answered, my voice trembling, "Charles, where are you? Where's Sally?" "She's in the car!" he snapped. "Why are you tracking me? What's the big deal?" "Charles, listen to me. You need to get her out now!" I pleaded.

I feel the rough hands of my abductors gripping my arms, forcing me into the confined darkness of the car's trunk. Panic courses through me as I struggle to make sense of the situation. The sound of the engine roars to life, drowning out any attempt at communication. There's no escape; I'm trapped.