Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

“the room where they don’t stop until you use the word twice.” I didn’t reply to anyone. Just lurked. Absorbed. Let the words sink into me like ink under skin. On the eighth day, the itch became unbearable. I texted the number. Initiate E. I want darker than level 2. Tonight if possible. Reply came in under two minutes. 22:00. Same door. Tell the greeter: Level 3. Bring nothing. Wear what makes you feel exposed.

Just stayed there, ass up, hole gaping and winking, letting everyone see how thoroughly he’d been used. The harnessed host from the entrance appeared again, voice low and calm over the constant wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh around us. “Pairing round complete. The floor is yours. No limits. No refusals. Use each other. Fill each other. Break each other. When you’re ready for the next level… the back room is open.” He stepped back into the shadows.

Night Two I come awake gasping because every limb is yanked wide by living black vines that snake straight out of the floorboards like they’ve been waiting under the rug for centuries. They throb against my skin, hot and slick as they pulse with the same filthy heartbeat I feel between my legs. My wrists stretch overhead while my ankles wrench apart, and my waist cinches so tight my back bows off the wool. Cool air kisses the cum still leaking from last night’s ruined cunt, and the shame makes me clench so hard the vine curled between my thighs gives a greedy twitch. Its bulbous tip nudges my swollen clit like it’s saying good morning, greedy girl.

An overturned bus lay across an intersection, its own windows shattered, its insides gutted. Sirens wailed somewhere far off, looping endlessly. The air—the little I could smell through the bus’s filters—reeked of ozone and char and something rotten under the concrete. The doors hissed. They opened onto a platform of cracked asphalt and broken rebar overlooking a city that looked like my nightmares had chewed on a cyberpunk poster and spat it out. “Level two,” Jax said under his breath, pushing himself to his feet with an easy roll of muscle. “Let’s see what you’ve got, horror girl.”

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.

“Then act like it — you’ll be moving into my house tomorrow.” The system blinked red in front of me. > [Mission Accepted.] [Welcome to Level Two: Domestic Disaster Mode.]

And soon after that a buzzer honks, and we all start running as fast as we can in order to reach on the next level and after 5 seconds the door of the next level shuts and hence the remaining ones who were not able to get in next level get trapped on first level itself and before anyone could realize anything suddenly the whole room gets filled with laser which ends up splitting their bodies into multiple pieces And we were unable to do anything except just watching helplessly from level 2 room, and we heard the voice of A.l once again in level 2 which announces, " Welcome on level 2, here you will get 10 seconds to reach in level 3 room and for that you have to just select 10 right tiles

I gеt іt bасk into рlасе аgаіnѕt the wаll оn thе ѕесоnd trу. I dive bасk onto my own bed and tuсk thе shard undеr mу оwn mаttrеѕѕ nеxt tо thе hаіrріn. Mу аrѕеnаl іѕ growing, but any ѕесоnd now I’ll be caught unlеѕѕ I саn get this handcuff bасk оn.