Bloody Bathroom Novels & Stories

Already added something that turns the water a faint, milky pearl and fills the air with lavender so thick and clean it almost hurts to breathe in after the courthouse and the cameras and the smell of recycled institutional air. I stand at the edge of it for a moment. This is his bathroom. I am standing in Damian Voss's bathroom, because somehow, I forgot how to walk and I had to be carried like a baby by Damien of course, straight into his bedroom. My scalpel has no comment. She's busy staring at the rainfall shower head that's roughly the diameter of a dinner plate.

The only time I entered this room were on, what was his names, insistence, his hands gripping me with a desperation that almost suffocated me below the water on the tub. As I finally take in the entirety of the disordered space, I observe that the bathroom is fully equipped, a new toothbrush lay on the countertop still in its wrapping, and toothpaste much the same. Fruity body wash fit for a woman stands on the shelf by the bath, which is sparkling white and completely empty. The walls seem to close in, painted in a stark shade of white that heightens my sense of entrapment. Yet, in the shadows of my thoughts, a nagging suspicion gnaws at me: is there a hidden camera watching my every move,

Talen took the bag of blood from Rhett’s hand and led the way through to the door at the end of the shed. The bathroom was larger than Aislen had been expecting. One wall was lined with cubicles, some larger than others, showing the distinction between toilets and shower cubicles. Opposite was a row of sinks and mirrors. One of the shorter walls had a bench set beneath a row of hooks, several holding personal possessions, and the other shelves holding towels, bathrobes, and kits in little plastic bags.

She then proceeded to boldly scrub her body with it. As she scrubbed, she sobbed with her reddened eyes. She mumbled softly, "It's dirty… It's so dirty… So dirty…" Soon, bloody streaks appeared on her tender skin, and she bled profusely. But the water soon washed the vivid red blood away. Nancy frowned deeply. As if she couldn't feel the pain, she scrubbed while she mumbled in hysteria. Outside the bathroom, Urma, Derek, and Harvey were bewildered.

He flipped me out of bed with his muscular arms around me as he took me to the part of the bedroom that was regarded as the shower room. It wasn't any different from the bedroom with the red and black paintings. It had paintings of bonded women, screaming and a battered boy with arrows shot at his back. It was the weirdest bathroom I've ever seen. I thought the old maid was the only weird soul in this house but this was way weirder, by a far mile that I did nothing but gulp and hide my face in his hairy chest. He wasn't wearing any clothing the same as me so I felt his penile erection growing in my stomach, hot, hard, and ready to tear me apart.

Silas says with a smile and leave me alone in the bathroom. I quickly lock the door before stripping of the clothes I have on and take the schampoo and the soap and goes in under the water, it feels so good with warm water. I start to wash myself with the soap, the entire bathroom are filled with a raspberry scent. I started to wash my feet and as I cleaned higher up on my legs I began to scrub harder and when I came to migh thighs I scrubbed my skin blood red. i heard a knock on the door but I was so focused on scrubbing my skin.

Blood has splashed on the mirror and all over the pearl, white sink. A curse left my lips, “Oh, god.” Here we are again. The nausea and smell of blood wasn’t clearly helping at all. My eyes started tearing up due to the constant puking, I feel like my eyeballs are popping out of their sockets. I let out a shaky breath and started cleaning up the sink once the vomiting stopped. The bathroom was large and filled with marble walls. My gaze fell on the massive bath tub at the far corner. I took a few steps towards it and dipped my hand under the water. The warm water made me feel excited. No wonder the temperature here is so hot and the mirror was moist.

Sound of water coming inside the bathroom. Caleb quickly runs toward the bathroom and knocks there. but the same situation happens there too. I didn’t understand why he is doing this. I mean she might be taking a shower. What is the urgency? But his face and body language are making me tense. This time without waiting for anyone he break the door before I can stop him. When the door gets open the scene in front of me makes my heart stop. Andrea was lying in the bathtub, and the bathtub is red with her blood.

Whenever one of the Triquetra put their hands on her body, her mind wiped and she froze, held prisoner by the way she felt, her hormones racing, and her body aching… “You liked watching us,” he breathed into her ear. “Heath could suck off Rhett whilst I f-k you… Or…” She stood up. “I, ah… Need to use the bathroom.” “I’ll take you,” Rhett appeared next to her. He took her hand and led her to the balcony, and into the house. The bathroom was lit with flickering candles, the power not connected, but the water ran off a bore-system that the Edison’s still used and so still worked. The bathroom was ornate in a way that was slightly off-taste and yet could be pretty, she thought as she washed her

“You deserve to hear it! And for goodness’ sake, can you please take a shower? You smell like—” “Fine!” Hara interrupted, her patience wearing thin. Pushing the blanket aside, she grabbed a towel from the hook on the door and trudged into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. The bathroom was a quaint space with vintage tiles, their faded patterns adding a touch of old-world charm. The rhythmic sound of water hitting the tiles created a soothing backdrop. Hara closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade down her body. Suddenly, a vision flashed in her mind, sending shivers of shock through her. She snapped her eyes open, scanning the bathroom with increasing panic.