S.. 💥 TWISTED TRAP ALERT: Delicia Just Snared Iman — and Shayla Is Seconds Away From Becoming the Next Victim… Full Story BELOW 👇

 💥 TWISTED TRAP ALERT: Delicia Just Snared Iman — and Shayla Is Seconds Away From Becoming the Next Victim… Full Story BELOW 👇

💥 TWISTED TRAP ALERT

Delicia Just Snared Iman — and Shayla Is Seconds Away From Becoming the Next Victim…

The storm hit the abandoned rail yard just as Delicia made her move.

Wind howled between rusted freight cars, carrying the metallic tang of rain and fear. Iman’s wrists were already bound, her breath sharp and shallow as she stared into the shadows where Delicia had vanished.

But Delicia didn’t stay gone for long.

She enjoyed the silence before panic.
She enjoyed the moment when her prey realized escape was no longer an option.

Tonight, she would savor two.

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The Lure

Shayla had been searching for Iman for nearly an hour, flashlight trembling in her grip. They had come to the rail yard together after receiving the same strange message:

I know what you’re looking for. Come tonight. Come alone.

Neither of them had listened to the warning.

Shayla stepped into the derelict control tower, calling out, “Iman? You up here?”

Her light swept across the cracked concrete…
the broken switchboard…
the trail of red ribbon leading toward the staircase.

A ribbon Iman had been wearing in her hair.

Shayla froze.
Her pulse thudded in her throat.

That’s when she heard it—
a slow, deliberate click from above.

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Delicia’s Web

In the rafters, Delicia smiled.

She had studied Shayla and Iman for weeks.
They were smart.
Resourceful.
Cautious.

But they had a weakness:
each other.

Iman had already learned that lesson the hard way—struggling against the cold steel cuffs as Delicia tightened the final lock and whispered:

“One down.”

Now she wanted Shayla to hear Iman’s voice, to run toward it, to fall directly into the snare waiting at the center of her trap.

Delicia reached for the chain hanging over the balcony.
A single pull would release the counterweight.
A single pull would seal Shayla’s fate.

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Seconds Left

Shayla climbed the last few steps, rain dripping from her jacket. She called out again:

“Iman—if you can hear me, say something!”

And deep in the dark, Iman answered.

Not loudly.
Not clearly.
Just enough.

“Shayla… run…”

But it was too late.

The chain rattled.
The ceiling groaned.
A metal grate swung down like a jaw snapping shut.

Shayla dove—

Just missing the falling steel by inches as it slammed onto the floor, sparks scattering across the tower.

She rolled, breathless, the air thick with dust and adrenaline.

Delicia hissed in irritation above her.

Shayla looked up—
and saw her.

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The Counterattack

“You should’ve stayed home,” Delicia crooned, dropping lightly from the rafters like a shadow taking human form.

Shayla scrambled to her feet, gripping her flashlight like a weapon.

“You took Iman. Let her go.”

Delicia tilted her head.
“Why would I stop now? You two are the most fun I’ve had in years.”

She lunged.

Shayla swung.

Metal struck bone. Delicia staggered, surprised—but far from defeated.

Shayla bolted toward the far staircase, using the moment to escape, her thoughts racing:

Iman’s alive.
Find her.
Fight back.
End this.

Behind her, Delicia laughed.

And it was the kind of laugh that promised the night wasn’t even close to over.