Chapter 8: Entrapped

Entrapped Charlie slept soundly, her body exhausted from the night's activities. She had never felt so relaxed, so at peace, and she couldn't help but think that maybe she had misjudged Travis. Maybe he wasn't the monster she thought he was. As she lay there, Travis's arms still wrapped around her, she felt a sense of security she had never felt before. She was in a haze, unaware of the danger lurking beside her. Travis, on the other hand, was wide awake, his mind racing with his plan. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to make his move, and now was the time. He slowly shifted behind her, his eyes scanning the room to make sure they were alone. With a calculated precision, Travis began to move, his body slowly pushing itself into hers. Charlie didn't stir, didn't even flinch, as Travis finished inside her. He held his breath, hoping against hope that this would be the moment she would get pregnant. As he pulled out of her, Travis felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. He had taken her without her even realizing it, and now she was one step closer to being trapped in his web. Charlie stirred, slowly coming to, and Travis quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "Hey, I didn't mean to fall asleep," she said, her voice groggy. Travis smiled, his eyes gleaming with deceit. "You were exhausted," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "I didn't want to disturb you." Charlie yawned, stretching her body. She felt...off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She looked up at Travis, and for a moment, she thought she saw something in his eyes, something that made her skin crawl. But then he smiled, and she was convinced it was just her imagination. She leaned in, kissing him softly. "I'm sorry," she said. "I think I might have had too much to drink." Travis chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Maybe just a little," he said. "But don't worry, I've got you." As Charlie settled back into his arms, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was safe, she was loved, and she was exactly where she was meant to be. Or so she thought.