Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

She lost her final awareness without the opportune to hear voices saying " Sleep... We will protect you..." Her limped body consigned to the grave inside the sea of thick dark blood... ___________________________________________ [ WELCOME TO THE SECOND WORLD PLAYER] [CONGRATULATIONS ON PASSING LEVEL ONE OF THE SYSTEM...;) ] [YOU WILL RECEIVE THREE NEW ITEMS AS A PRESENT FOR YOUR SUCEED] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------]

"You're so stingy, Luna Hill. Sure, your bedsheet got dirty, but how could you throw Sia's belongings on the floor?" The voices around me pulled me back to consciousness. The terror of being shoved from the 33rd floor had not faded. My knees buckled and I clutched my chest, crouching in pain. That was when I realized, with horror, that I had been reborn. The girl in front of me flinched. "What are you doing? I'm warning you! Don't you dare fake an injury to extort me!" she warned.

It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life. Back then, I had been eight months pregnant and in the middle of moving. I had been struggling to move the furniture up to the sixth floor without an elevator when I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Hayden had been absent from beginning to end, because Whitney had just gotten a new job that day. He had accompanied her while she went through the formalities. When he received my calls for help, he continued to hang up time and time again. I was suffering even as I waited for the ambulance to arrive, to the point that I didn't even notice I had bitten my lip so hard that it was bleeding.

Then something slammed into the exterior wall. Everyone flinched. Dust shook loose from the ceiling beams while Lily buried her face against Nora’s chest. Another impact hit several seconds later from farther around the building. The infected were circling. Rowan moved silently toward the back supply room and carefully pushed open the narrow door. “Rear exit,” he said quietly. Evelyn crossed toward him immediately. The back room smelled like old gasoline and damp cardboard. Rusted tools lined the walls beside stacks of cracked supply bins, while a narrow emergency exit sat partially hidden behind an overturned shelving unit. Blocked. Or intentionally barricaded.

The screen flickered. Then Turned fully on. Professor Carter appeared again. But this time He wasn’t sitting. He was standing beside something. Three doors. Side by side. Labeled. A B C Lila’s stomach dropped. “No…” she whispered. Carter smiled slightly. “Welcome to Level Two.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What is this?” Carter didn’t answer directly. “Three paths,” he said calmly. “Three outcomes.” Lucas frowned. “And what one of them is safe?”

They collapsed into heaps of smoking carbon, but I knew there were hundreds more coming up from the shadows of the First Tier. ​“We can’t stay here and trade blows!” Aris shouted, her voice nearly drowned out by the skittering of a thousand more Hounds in the fog. “The Second Tier gate is a mile up the 'Basalt Throat.' If we don't reach the pressure-lock in ten minutes, the mountain will initiate a 'Hard Reboot' of this entire level! It’ll turn the First Tier into a vacuum!” ​“Run!” I screamed to the army. “To the Throat! Don't look back, and don't stop for the fallen! If you fall, you’re already data!”

I say. “Agreed, but it can’t come from us. We can’t have alphas looking our way, songbird,” he warns me. Shit, he is right. “I sense something alive in the back room, but otherwise it’s empty,” he adds. We go to the back together, and Caleb opens the flimsy door. It’s a long room, and the back wall is filled with cages. The cages are all broken and dirty, and it stinks. The doors are all open except for a few at the bottom. I try not to look at the piles of bones and red dust in the open cages as I head to the closed ones.

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.

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.