2 In A Room Novels & Stories

I thanked her even though she wasn’t supposed to have given me that information for safety reasons. I made my way to Mr Doberman’s room, maybe they had already left for the honorary dinner. But I could never be too sure. I got to the second floor and began my search for room 102. It wasn’t in the right hallway so it should be by the left. I was getting closer and closer to room 102 when I heard voices, they belonged to Armon and his father, so I had the right room. But they were whispering, why would they be whispering in his room? I got closer and realized there was a little crack in the door allowing me to see them a bit.

"There, there. We'll get you all warmed up in no time." Leading me deeper into the room, I could see most of the people in here were couples spread out on various couches, beds, and even the floor while they fucked, moaned and grinded against each other. Some couples consisted of more than two people as well as stragglers who watched and touched themselves.

I blinked and turned toward him, only then realizing we'd been standing in front of the door without moving for what must have been several seconds. I nodded quickly, finally forcing the thoughts to the back of my mind. "No" I mumbled, even when I could hear how forced my voice sounded. Zevyn stared at me for a moment, and the look on his face told me he didn't believe me. He didn't question it, though. His hand simply moved toward the door handle. He pushed it open and stepped inside, pulling me along with him. My brow creased almost immediately. There were only two couches in the room, positioned directly opposite each other with a space between them. I looked from one to the other, trying

"402." "Awe, man. We don't get the same room. Who has room 402?" Duskin, Cass and Kyung Jiho raised their cards in the air without looking back. Great, I'm dead! her stomach dropped then she realized fully what those words meant. Wait, we share rooms! The group stopped before a dark brown door with the number 402 on it. "So what's the plan?" Duskin questioned, his words were directed to everyone, but his eyes rested on Hae Jae-Woo.

I dash towards the section of wall beside the bookcase, which stretching almost the entire length of the room. I squat done and run my finger over the far back holes along the side for the adjustable shelves and count up from the bottom. One. Two. Three. Click. I glance back over my shoulder at the only visible door in the room. My breath hitches as another loud bang echoes in the small room.

Why do I feel like I am been trapped and my entire life is been controlled? Looking At the room opposite mine, I rolled my eyes. If there was any number I hate for no reason is 1, worst, the room number is 111! Originally, I wanted to knock, see if I can get information about the place and maybe a phone but….I will pass. The next room number 222 seems better. Odd! The rooms here are a bit- arranged. Walking through the passage, I discovered that we have eight rooms on this floor, they all have this corresponding digits like 111, 222, 434, and 100…..all three except our room, 2 and odd.

We paused for a breath, and I asked him. "Is this why you have all these cameras installed around this room?" I looked around, pointing my chin at every direction where the cameras were installed—one in the ceiling. I don't know how he managed to place it there securely. Another was by the foot of the bed, secured in a vertical bar with its end to the ceiling and floor. Two cameras were on its tripod on both side drawers next to the bed. "What is this room? Our studio or something?" I asked Chad, still tittering.

"You should be fine by then." "I'm not sick and none of us is going to crash on a couch." "You know that I agreed to share this room with you just to make the lies we're telling seem real, right?" "Yes, and they can come knocking anytime or someone has a key to the door. Worse, there's a freaking camera inside here." "No way. There's a security camera in front of the door but not inside."

Luke chuckled and stated, 'You are too full of yourself, but in circumstances like these, you are the first one to succumb. Stubbornly rolled my eyes at him for his comments. I stood up and decided to roam around her room. There's a cute-sized vanity mirror that exactly suits and caters to her figure. It is located in the far corner of her room. Some posters were plastered on the wall. It seems that it is some kind of cartoon character or comic. There are three bean bags on the floor too. Probably one for her and the twins. She also has her own bathroom, but I didn't pry further in there. There's only one direction my feet are leading me to..

There is more than one person occupying this room. My hand makes its way to my gun strap around my waist while the other grabs onto my zippo. I take my gun out along with my zippo. A silencer is always attached to my gun so this should be interesting. “You know I can hear you breathe, so there’s no point to hiding, right?” I say, taking careful steps forward in a circular axis. There are two people at both ends of the room. Both of them are with guns. I don’t have to see them to notice the change in their movements.