Novel & Cerita Don’t Lock Me In Again

But do not engage. But when he didn’t reply, I opened the link to the group and gave an order that they wouldn’t dare break. ‘Do not engage. Just find out all you could, but do not engage!’ ‘Roger!’ Everyone replied except for Aiden. I love this man, but he’s as stubborn as hell. ‘Aiden!’ ‘Roger,’ his reply came in as a grunt, and I know that he hated it. He was just like me; he never missed a crucial moment because we never let them pass by. But after everything that happened between us, we need to be careful.

The door is wide open. If they see the door... I hear footsteps on the concrete. Heavy. Purposeful. Step. Step. Step. I have seconds. I grab the handle of the massive steel door. I pull. It is heavy. So heavy. I strain against the weight. My muscles burn. The footsteps are getting closer. Close it. Close it. The door swings shut. Clang. I spin the wheel. I am locked inside. I press my ear to the cold steel. The footsteps stop right outside.

I forward the notification screenshot to Miles and Carver first, hands moving on instinct now, like fear has trained me into procedure. Then I open the message. A photo loads. My locker door, open. My nameplate visible. Inside, where my scalpel handle used to sit, there is now a single sticky note. Written in dark ink: YOU CAN’T LOCK ME OUT. Under it, in the photo, a gloved hand holds something just out of focus, metal catching light. My engraved handle. My throat tightens so hard it hurts. The next message arrives before I can breathe. I’LL BRING IT BACK WHEN YOU COME ALONE.

“Until I find what you’re hiding.” “I’m not hiding anything.” “That’s what guilty people say.” “And stubborn people ignore.” --- A crack of thunder shook the windows. The door slammed shut. Then the lock clicked. Stella blinked. “What was that?” Joseph tried the knob. “Security lockdown. Power outage triggers an auto-seal. No one gets in or out until backup comes online.” She folded her arms. “So we’re trapped?” “For now.” She sighed and sat on a nearby armchair. “Great.”

“My pay gets docked and I don’t have enough to fix you. If you want a new lock, you’re going to have to cooperate with me.” That’s if I wasn’t late already. I didn’t check the time once during my sprint—because I was scared I’d jinx myself, but the dread of getting marked down was creeping up on me. The key moves. I lock it and throw my hands in the air, with a sigh of exasperation and relief. I flag a cab—because where would I get the money to buy a car?—and slip into the backseat, spilling out the address before I close the door.

I was currently pacing the room, and then I heard the clink of the chain and I had to stop and breathe before I lost my shit. I had been apologizing to Mani non stop since I woke up yesterday. She was sad and a little bit pissed at me, but she was at least wagging her tail now when I talked to her. Yesterday it was a mournful hurt look, those horrid puppy dog eyes everyone mentions. I knew she would never let me take us out her survival instinct was too strong, so when Dr. Martin had talked about that wolfsbane, it sparked the idea. I had learned a very long time ago to pick locks, but I hadn’t known the locks in the pack house were rigged.

Chad slammed the door shut and locked it while I struggled to catch my breath. He turned and pressed his back against the door. "I'm sorry, J. I'm sorry," he said between heavy breaths. "I didn't mean to use you like that. I… I'm just scared." I pushed myself to my feet, my eyes fixed on him. I clenched my jaw. "Why did you lock me out just now? You knew he was coming, didn't you? You knew he was here for you." Chad raised his hands as if he were innocent.

Dutton growls, five words from a strung-up piece of meat and all the humour leaves me. “I was thinking how Gideon was going to kick both of your arses for locking me up and then letting me escape into a shaft full of dust.” I snap at Low, I shrug his hands off me and sidestep out of the muscle sandwich; both males watch me with shock on their faces as I step out of the cell. I look at the lock to see Low has made the mistake of leaving the key inside the door. I know it's childish of me but I act without thinking; I slam the cell closed and turn the key, making the lock engage.

My expression remained impassive as I looked at the milk cartons that Hannah was holding. I could tell at a glance that they were the discounted ones that were close to their expiry dates from the grocery store downstairs. The sales assistants were constantly trying to sell them off whenever I passed by the store. I unlocked my apartment door and placed my groceries on the cabinet. At the same time, I shoved my foot against the door and prevented Hannah and Thomas from entering. "You have something to say to me, don't you? Out with it."

Pierce Harrington already knew I had severe claustrophobia before our wedding. He spent three years removing every lock in the house. Even the bathroom door was replaced with a curtain. For three years, he never closed the door when he slept, not even in winter when all the heat flew out of the room. I asked him once if he was cold. He pulled two blankets up to his chin and laughed. "As long as you're sleeping well, that's all that matters." One day, my best friend, Vanessa Ridley, came over to visit. She lured me into the storage room. The second the door locked from the outside, I collapsed. I pounded on the door, screamed, and curled up on the floor. The shock made me lose all cont