Trapped Novels & Stories

Wanda said before she actually left. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much!" The door closed. Nisa heard and turned around when it sounded like the door was automatically locked. Nisa tried to open it, but couldn't. "I see, it's really on automatic lock," Nisa panicked a little and felt that something was wrong with the room. Then she turned around and Bug! As Nisa turned around she bumped into someone's body, Nisa pulled back her face and looked at the person she had bumped into.

“Come on, the door’s tightly locked. She could not get out no matter what she would do.” That’s what you thought, idiot! You or Greg had left this door open without even being aware of such! But yes, just go on! Walk away from here so that I could finally get out! The second guard nodded and agreed. “You’re right. She can absolutely not escape. Let’s go and have some chicken soup for a while.” “Yeah. Let’s go. I’m hungry, too.” She watched as the two men walked inside the elevator and entered there. She could not miss a chance and do it as soon as she could. She must get out of here!

**ATTENTION, ATTENTION, this is an emergency broadcast. Repeat an emergency broadcast. A severe blizzard is coming this way, remain indoors, this will bring several feet of snow and have severe wind blasts. Repeat, this is an emergency broadcast.** Jay turned off the radio and looked at his girlfriend who was freaking out, her nails in her mouth. His head turned and he looked at his best friend for well over 25 years. Jake returned Jay’s look and Jake started to shake his head. Being friends for that long, Jake could read his friend and Jay stood up.

He stood behind me and leaned his head closer to my right ear. "Then... should I take all of it back?" He whispered slowly to me. My hands started to tremble. I felt trapped. I didn't like being in this position, yet I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be homeless. If Niel did take away all the things he had given to me before, I would surely be a beggar on the street and I won't have a chance to change my future. I was highly mortified by the thought.

I close the distance with just a few steps. It happens so quickly. As I bend down to look through the grate, Graydon puts out his hand trying to stop me, he says something and I turn. It's too late. The trap must have been set to trigger the moment I went near the grate. The net snaps shut. The oldest trap in the book and I got caught by it. Me and Graydon twist and squirm trying to move into a position that might help us stop spinning around. But the net is sticky as a spider's web so I put one hand on a cord and it gets stuck so I have to use the other one to pull it away and the jerk flings me backwards so now my back is stuck. Graydon is having similar troubles and his boot gets lodged p

Let go? “Try moving. Slowly, like this.” Jasper showed me how to move, but I was too afraid to follow. “Don’t be scared. It’ll be fine. I’m here.” He said after realizing that I wouldn’t move from where I am. Even though his words were encouraging, I couldn’t seem to move. As if my feet were stuck on the rink, and it won’t budge.

I immediately let out an unrestrained scream of pain as I look down to see Timothy's left front paw caught in a trap. The two teeth are stuck like two chopsticks in a bread wrap, in a way that restraints movement and makes even breathing an excruciating task, so we freeze in spot with the paw suspended in midair. “How is this possible? I didn't detect the trap until I’d run right into it,” Timothy voices in my head while I try to scrutinize the trap. “That’s because it's not an ordinary trap, it has very intense concealing black magic,” I note as my eyes darken as they follow the trails of the thick dark aura surrounding it.

Trapped was the word that lived in the center of me…caught between two claims, both violent, both impossible to escape. He watched me, and there was a heat in his gaze that wasn’t just ownership. It scared me more than the threats. It made me small and furious at once. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.

“Fuck it. Now I’m trapped. The air in the kitchen instantly turned to lead. I was trapped in a crushing vice, hemmed in by armoured bodies blocking the back exit while the relentless thud of boots closed in from behind. Panic, hot and sharp, flared in my chest. There was no time for hesitation, I had to break through the forward ranks before the rear guard sealed the trap completely.

I was the first who was pulled out of the trancelike state we were in and making good of the advantage, I ran off. "chase after her." At once, He barked order at the guards who suddenly appeared In the scene. There were now triple in numbers and there was no way In hell I could have escaped them. As if I had a beef with fate, I hadn't ran half-way before I stumbled on a stone that I didn't know how it got on the way. I so hard to floor, wincing as I grazed my kneels. While squirming on the floor in pains, I was encircled by guards. I just decided to surrender or Scratch that, I had no choice. I was once again captured, gagged up and thrown into the dugeon to await my fate.