Through the front door

Korak sneaked through the front door that was left unlocked. He began to explore the strange house.

When Korak felt those suspicious straps in the floor. He started to retreat to the room he had just left. Too late. Cords sprang up around him. They pulled at him and tripped him, so that he fell. Then he felt them closing and tightening around him.

The mighty jungle lord struggled to escape. But it was no use. He was completely emmersed in a web of rawhide strands. The simple but effective trap he presumed was operated by a rope from the next room. And probably had been sprung by the wily witch doctor himself.

This room, he surmised, was devoted solely to the purpose of the net. Forming the sorcerer’s final protection against an enemy who sought his life. Whoever was caught in the net was entirely helpless and could be easily murdered at the magician’s will.

The door of the third room opened. There stood the sorcerer. A crude lamp in his hands. His ****’s head face was contorted in a grin. He surveyed the helpless ape man and grinned.