Novel & Cerita Bloody Bathroom

The door of my room isn't closed and it's open halfway, I slowly took a step closer to my room door, I kicked it so I could see the other side of the room and when I get to finally see the whole room, no one was there. I want to go away and leave the room as I felt uncomfortable staying there for much longer until I smelled something sticky, I went to where the smell came from and it came from the bathroom. The smell is so strong and I'm pretty sure what gives this kind of smell, it's blood and there's a lot. I made my way to the bathroom and after seeing what's inside I stumbled back. There, lying in the bathtub is my make-up artist, her head is facing her back and her arms and legs are tor

I notice the light is on in the bathroom and the door is open so I quickly pop my head in to see if there is a problem with the facilities causing the smell. The first thing I see is the pile of human faeces on the floor. Then I see his feet. It’s the cute guy from a few days ago, except he doesn’t look so cute anymore. His bloated, lifeless body hangs mockingly from the shower rail. His face is covered in broken blood vessels. His eyes are bleeding and there is dried blood around his nose and ears too. I scream as I leave the room. I scream and scream until I am given a shot in the leg by a doctor who says I am in shock and traumatised.

" I peeled off my clothes and placed them with Sydney's. Silas hadn't told me about his plans for the day so I hadn't brought extra clothes to wear. This meant, after I got out of the bathroom, I would be left as naked as the day I was born. The bathroom was lavish with its white and navy blue color scheme. Not only was the bathtub so big but there was a double sink as well and a separate shower which had two heads placed directly above. Standing underneath felt like standing in the middle of rain. The hot water pounded on my body, releasing all my aches and pains and also ridding me off all the sand that even managed to settle in my butt crack!

I was scared of what I would find there but nothing could prepare for the sight I was met with in there. Panic coursed through me as I took in the state of my bathroom. Towels were scattered everywhere in the bathroom and the toilet papers wet town and littered on the floor. Dread washed over me when my makeup all over the sink and the tap running around them, it was soaked in the pool of water that was a overflowing and had started dripping down the floor. On the there was a writing with bright red lipsticks that read- “HE IS MINE.” The lettered were bold and written inconsistently.

Done, I set it aside and head for the shower. The walk is killing, torturous. I spread my legs apart so as not to bruise my swollen and aching cunt. It still feels heavy like his cock is hanging down, like it has grown fat overnight. And fuck, it hurts. I sigh nonstop and drag my feet down the cold floor, too cautious to take rushed steps that’ll hurt me further. The trip to the bathroom is a hectic chore. Surprisingly, the bathtub isn't empty as expected. It's filled to the brim, soapy, with smashed petals and herbs floating atop. The sweet smell in the bathroom wafts into my nostrils, it's a mix of coconut milk, bourbon… rosemary… A few things I can't name off beat.

Coming out of the bathroom Nikolai walked out giving me one last smile and I hurriedly strolled in to gawk at its incredible interior design. Sheesh, rich people. Even their bathroom was themed in black, much like their hearts. I took off my sneakers to plop them on the outside of the door locking it in the process. I undressed out of my clothes to gasp at the huge tub that was filled with warm water. Grabbing an unopened bottle of vanilla-scented shampoo off the rack that's filled with all sorts of hygiene products for men and women. I didn't know whether to like how considerable was or hate it because of how creepy it was.

They followed her instinctively, staying right on her heels. Hayley headed toward the women's restroom. The smell hit hard. Hayley stood watch outside. After confirming with her mental perception that there were no zombies nearby, she gave the others a look, signaling them to go in themselves. Marvin and the others stayed by the entrance while Trina and the other girl went inside to use the restroom. The bathroom was filthy. It wasn't because of unflushed waste, but from layers of dust that had built up over time, mixed with terrifying bloodstains where mold and strange fungal growth had begun to spread.

There’s a full-fledge zombie horde outside. I head to the bathroom. It’s a full bath with a tub and shower combo. There’s a sink with a vanity and toilet. It’s a nice bathroom. I haven’t seen a bathroom in two years. I run my hands over everything in the bathroom because it’s hard to believe I’m in a real bathroom. Deciding I want to take a shower so that I can enjoy it. I was knocked out when I was cleaned. I don’t care if I’m cleaned. I haven’t enjoyed a real shower in a little over two years. I’m taking a damn shower.

I shrug and get up, "I'm going to shower so we can go." Liam lets me get up, but he sighs and puts his hands up to cover his eyes, clearly stressed. I do need a shower though, so I head to the bathroom and open the door. "Ew," I blurt out when a pungent smell hits me as soon as I open the door, "Oh my god, what is that?" Liam is at my side in a couple of seconds and gently pushes me inside. "Fucking Kit forgot to clean up after himself," he says looking at the bloody clothes in the corner of the bathroom. And when I say bloody I mean they’re soaked. "Sorry, it's just old blood, it’s decomposing. Otherwise, the bathroom is clean."

Fear swallowed me whole,I fought harder,I cried harder but it changed absolutely nothing. The bathroom itself was enormous,White marble,Gold fixtures....it was Luxurious.The kind of bathroom rich people posted online. And somehow that made everything feel even more disturbing.I was shaking violently by the time they forced me beneath the hot water. Tears streamed endlessly down my face while they washed my skin like I was some object being prepared for display.I hated it,Hated every second,Hated how powerless I felt,Hated how silent they remained.No matter how much I begged,No matter how many questions I asked.