Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

What I see in front of me will haunt me for the rest of my life ; never will I ever be able to erase it and the way it makes me feel. I watch in horror as the innocent sweet girl I love is seated backwards on a wooden chair , her chest touching the back rest. Her hands and legs are tied together with leather belts , her eyes are blindfolded – which makes her other senses heightened. I watch in horror as multiple rivers of her blood trickle down her back. I try to focus my eyes onto her back , but due to the formation of tears my vision blurs. With my bloodied hand , I wipe my eyes free from tears – the smell of blood makes me realise that I have smeared some blood on my face. Nevertheless ,

I curled up around my pups and whimper as Embry’s scent is growing weaker with each passing day. The more his scent fades, the more anxious I become from the bond craving him and Jonathan more. “I know, I heard from Angel and Karen yesterday that it’s finally finished and aired out after the broken pipe. We’ll go back soon, but keeping you safe here is most important,” Osric comforts me coming out of the closet in a pair of black shorts. I smile seeing the beautiful tattoos that cover his arms, chest, and move down his legs. “Could we go back if we take warriors with us and put Wolf Creek Deltas around the house?” I ask knowing security is the biggest concern.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd noticed. I took another sip. Then I froze. The glass stopped halfway to my lips. Across the room stood a man I hadn't seen in years. My fingers tightened around the glass. No. It couldn't be. But I knew that face. I knew those eyes. I knew the scar above his eyebrow. My breathing became shallow. The music around me seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of a locked door slamming shut. Hands. Cold walls. Dark rooms. Laughter. The smell of sweat and blood. Voices telling me I had no choice.