A Dark Room Browser Game Novels & Stories

His deliberate cruelty appalled her. “My father wasn’t greedy... He was desperate!” “I’m willing to meet you tonight. I’m staying at the Northern Star. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you which suite I’ll be occupying. Eight,” he specified. “I will wait one minute past the hour, no more. If you’re not there, there’ll be no second chance, chérie.” Aghast at the site he had specified and absolutely enraged by his instinctive sadism, Lara gasped.

He says “You have all made it through the second sub-level of the Lunar Games, except one.” His words were hollow. Another girl was missing. One more life is claimed by this absurd game. Two girls were dead. Their absence was just a reminder of how close we all were to death. "You’ll have time to rest before the next phase," Darius continued, his tone indifferent. "But don’t get too comfortable. The games are far from over." I didn’t need his reminder. The burning in my skin, the ache in my muscles, the emptiness in my chest, the memory of the dead girls—all of it was enough to keep me painfully aware of just how far from safety we were.

He’s already walking ahead before I can ask what now, and there’s something in his eyes…something dark, something mischievous. I'm so fucking anxious right now. Then he stops in front of another door. Opens it. Steps inside. My eyes almost fucking bulge out of my head. Because this? This is not just a bedroom. This is a fucking playroom. A massive king-sized bed dominates the space, the interior bathed in dim, seductive red lighting. On the table? Handcuffs, whips, vibrators, clamps, shit I haven’t even seen before. I swallow hard. "What the fuck, Lucas?"

I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth as I watched them take Scarlett away. I waited for one of the guards who took her to the dark room so that I could ask him to give me the key to the room. The dark room is a place where they keep people for days without food or water for days. The room was very dark and had no window or any space where light could be used to brighten the room. "I need the key to the dark room," I asked Jeremy who was walking towards me. "Why do you need it?" He was surprised, looking at me curiously.

I wonder if I would get in trouble for killing someone for entering my room when my head is on the verge of exploding. “Whoever you are you can fuck off quietly.” I hissed. “I am sorry my dark princess. I have some food and coffee if you are interested.” Ruari says. “You do not have fucking yell, but yes I am highly interested in what you have to offer.” I replied.

I exhaled, finally. Back at my desk, I pulled up my computer and searched The Obsidian Room. The first result made me freeze. A red-lit website filled the screen , the place was dark like a club and it showed a picture of the inside part, and the girls were showing far too much skin. The tagline read: “Where control meets desire.” Not a restaurant. A private members-only strip and BDSM club. My jaw dropped. I scrolled further, skimming the description. Discretion guaranteed. Exclusive clientele. Invitation-only.

For hose who didn't want to wait at the bar, impeccably dressed servers circulated with gin and tonics, martini carts, and champagne trolleys brimming with bubbly. Lively music from the jazz band danced over the soft clink of glasses and elegant laughter, and intimate spaces Scattered throughout the room like oases of rich velvets and plush seating. In one corner, dealers lorded over half a dozen poker tables; in another, a silent film played via an old-school projector reel. The ballroom itself soared four stories toward a glass dome, where a breathtaking projection of the night sky painted it with constellations so vivid almost believed I could see Orion and Cassiopeia from Manhattan.

The men moved into the room with me in their arms while my heartbeat increased. Am I about to be sold? The men dropped me on the floor with a loud thud and exited the room. I gazed around to observe the room. The room was beautifully decorated with black interior designs. The bed stand, curtains, wardrobe, doors, the paintings, and the floor. Even the mattress was covered with a black bed sheet with a black rose in the center. I need not be told that it is Francesco who is behind it. “Welcome to the Dark Room where you will witness my Dark Side.” Francesco sang from behind.

The door to the playroom clicked shut behind them, and Emma’s breath hitched. The room was unlike anything she had ever seen. The walls were a deep, velvety black, adorned with intricate patterns of silver and gold. Soft, ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the space, highlighting the array of objects that filled it. Ropes of varying thicknesses hung neatly from hooks, their coils smooth and precise. Leather cuffs, blindfolds, and other accessories were arranged meticulously on shelves, each item seeming to hold a story of its own. A large, padded bench dominated the center of the room, its surface inviting yet intimidating.

Taking the elevator, we find our way to the very floor that houses the Dark Room. Little shrieks of noise ring out in the hallway and I wonder what it'll be like inside. When Lester pushes the door open, we are submerged into a sea of people seeking pleasure from one another. Naked females. Bare, dangling lengths of males. Scents of sex and musk. Loud music. Harsh scent of tobacco. Whispers of moans and the filthy slap of skin against skin welcome us. I stand firm by the corner for a while before someone comes over with a mask. I don’t put mine on immediately, I just let my eyes wander and allow my wolf a little bit of control so he can smell our mate.