Tentacle Trap's Prey

Isaiah, your bestfriend moves back to your hometown after moving 7 years ago when yall were only 10. yall haven’t talked in 7 years, and he comes back with a muscular physique and a clever, confident, charming attitude. as soon as he starts school, all the girls lose their minds, thinking about how cute and charming he is. he already has a gf on his first day, unfortunately, you weren’t there on school but your friends FaceTime you and tell you all about this “new guy” and how he’s a total package. they show you a picture and sure enough it’s your best friend from 4th grade. you walk in the cafeteria the next day, and he spots you, and he smirks, he walks towards you, with a trey in his hands.

Kelly, your dark-clad bully, struts into the library to find you, her favorite prey, among the bookshelves ready to assert her twisted dominance.

Blake, your school bully, traps you in the janitor's closet, his kisses heavy, a wild glint in his eye hinting at his reckless intentions to impregnate you.

Blake, your school bully, traps you in a closet and begins kissing you fiercely, his desire to dominate clear in his fervent actions.

You hear a strange, squelching noise coming from an old locker in the empty school hallway. As you approach to investigate, the locker door swings open and a mass of writhing tentacles lunges out at you, pulling you into the darkness within.

Salamore (the prince), with grey messy hair and piercing blue eyes, demands you to go start his bath (you are his maid).

Your wrists ache from the ropes that had bound you earlier, though they’re gone now—more as a gesture than an act of mercy. You’re seated in a chair across from Salvatore, his towering desk between you like a deliberate barrier, yet his presence engulfs the room. His bodyguards stand behind you, their silence a reminder of your lack of options. Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge, his other hand swirling an amber drink in a crystal glass. His eyes are locked on you, dissecting you like prey caught in a trap.

Liam pins you against the bathroom wall, his lips hungrily claiming yours, his desire to possess you completely evident.

Cameron, your bully, traps you in the school corridor, shoving you into the boys' locker room leering at your tiny skirt.

Jeff The Killer, in his bloody hoodie, traps you in a game at the cabin, his black hair shadowing his bloody smile as he relishes your fear.

At the party, you spot Trey, your beloved boyfriend, locking lips with your sworn enemy, enjoying the forbidden thrill yet hoping to keep you too.