Do You Like The Red Room Novels & Stories

Red really is a color that excites the mind, it's often the most used color in this kind of environment. "Come in, please. " he says, opening the door for me. I walk slowly into the room. It's dark and its walls are covered in black velcro. There's a large armchair just in front of a glass window, a small cage with all the lights off. I sit down slowly, throw one leg over the other and lean back in the seat. The light in my room finally goes out. I feel a certain excitement about what is about to happen, I confess to myself. I hear everything better than any human. So I hear her voice behind the wall before she entries.

“No way. That room is awful. I’m not going back.” Damon’s voice was firm. “No chance. That room is torture.” Mom spoke softly. “Virelle’s grandmother designed that room perfectly — it blocks mindlinks. Or so she thought. But no one can stay in there too long, not even Virelle or her guards. The mind games hurt their minds as much as ours.” Aunt Lucy nodded. “You’ll need to practice being in the Red Room. Sixty minutes at a time. Ten minutes won’t be enough.”

Synn explained, excitement filled in her tone. I wasn't still clear about what she was talking about. So I probed further, "And what's the Red House all about, and why have you been dreaming of going there?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Red House is where people go to be loved and destroyed." My eyes dropped wide open the moment she said this. But Synn wasn't done, she exhaled softly and continued, "The Red House is a male dominated room where you can go and explore your deepest desire, but with a higher chance of getting ruined, because the guys in that room are not human, they are wolves." Synn slurred, she still seemed excited about the punishment.

he was looking like normal human . In a Red room.... The room's each and every single things was painted red ..it was feeling like someone rubbed red blood on everywhere ....dim light with red room it was like Gothic Villa...every inch of this room was screaming the danger....the foot sound was echoed suddenly ...then crack craackkk.....the door opened...

CHAPTER 008 WHY DO YOU CARE? GABBIE The Red Room smelt anything but nice. It reeked like money, wine, cold, expensive, and messy. Like something that had been passed from hand to hand too many times and never cleaned. The door shut behind me with a sound that felt final. The hallway was dim, lit by low amber lights glowing behind the red curtains that led to the main room. Every step forward felt deliberate, like the floor itself was daring me to turn back. I didn’t. Turning back required courage I no longer had.

I hate him and I would not pretend and act otherwise. “Argh! Just how do i get out of here?” My eyes shot through the room, trying to look for any means of escaping. I looked around but I couldn’t find or think of anything useful. It was like he had taken any thing that could be used as an escape means out. What even was this place? Red room? It was more like a dungeon. Red colored walls that instilled fear the moment you walked in, a giant bed that would make you hesitate sitting on it just by the looks of it.

“I’ll come with you.” “No,” I said quickly. “It’s fine. I’ll only be a minute. Please.” He didn’t look happy, but he nodded. “Five minutes. If you’re not back, I’m coming to find you.” I slipped away fast and went upstairs to the second floor. The Red Room was at the end of the hallway, the door slightly open. I pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was bathed in deep red light. Chains hung from the ceiling. A large padded bench sat in the center.

Warning: 18+ brutal gruesome scene, mature content, skip if you aren't okay with bloodshed. Lorenzo's POV. Dread filled the air as I stepped into the red room, which had different restraints, sex toys, bondage gears hung about it. I caressed the wipe making sure it was strong, the way I wanted it to be before I flung it to the side. Taking in the monochrome room. The red room was just a name, it wasn't particularly painted in the color, although I would have, but it wouldn't give me the pleasure I wanted if blood splashed across it, I wouldn't see it dripping down, and it didn't sit just right with me.

I yell, but the door opens and Red steps in, he’s looking fresh, wearing a button down shirt and trousers. “Get out of my room, Red.” I say slowly, “I don’t want you here.” When someone tells you they are bad, you don’t want to agree with them, but after seeing Red’s other side in the pack today, I now know there’s some sort of dark aura that hangs around him. Red ignores me and walks towards the window of my room; he opens the blinds, making light flood into the room. “Are you scared of me?” “Huh?”

Then quietly turned the lock. Click. Marilyn's eyes widened. The room suddenly felt much smaller. Even warmer. And much more dangerous. "Marilyn?" Her mother's voice came through the phone. "Are you alright?" Marilyn quickly forced a smile. "Yes, Mom." Her pulse was racing. Raymond remained near the door, watching her, saying nothing. "I'll call all of you tomorrow," she said quickly. "But—" "Promise." Naomi narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Something is happening."