Don’t Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

Transformative. In the bathroom, I look in the mirror to see the imprint of his hand on my buttcheek and I can't help but feel a fire low in my belly. I lightly graze my hand over it in wonder, loving his leaving a mark on me. It's like a visual reminder of the contract. That he owns me for the next two and a half months.

Could I shatter that? “Never again,” I vowed aloud, gripping the sink until my knuckles turned white. “I won’t let him win. I won’t let him crawl under my skin like this. Tomorrow, I’ll change the lock—get one he can’t pick. I’ll avoid him, eat in my room, lock myself away until he gets bored and moves on to Rebecca or whoever’s next.” The words felt empowering for a moment, a spark of defiance igniting in my chest. “You hear that, Nolan?” I said to the empty bathroom, imagining him lurking outside. “I’m done. No more games. No more letting you toy with me.”

My heels scraped uselessly across the polished floor. “Stop!..H..Help!” I yelled but nobody came. The music swallowed every cry. I clawed at his wrist. Hit him with my legs. Twisted my wrist just so I could free myself, but nothing worked. He laughed. “I said stop fighting, it’s useless.” “I don’t know you!” “I know.” He smirked. “That’s what makes this fun.” He shoved open the VIP room door. Darkness waited inside. My chest tightened. “No!…”

“You’re not leaving this pe‍nthouse.” H‍e⁠r eyes flashed with frustration. “Liam—” “No.” His vo⁠ice came⁠ out sharper this time. Harder. Ava stared at him in di‍sbelief. “You can’t lock me in here.”⁠ “Yes, I can.‌” “Excuse me?”

As the only child born after Mom and Dad's remarriage, everyone says that I'm the most obedient and well-behaved one. I'm also the best role model for my older half-brother, Matt Hammond, and my older half-sister, Carrie Hammond. Matt is a troublemaker who loves getting into trouble. He once stole Mom's diamond necklace and sold it to buy skins for his online games. But as Mom is his stepmother, she finds disciplining him hard and therefore only lashes out at me when she catches me eating tortilla chips and gives me a good beating. "Were you the one who bought these chips? How dare you eat them without asking permission first? That's stealing! You're behaving like a thief!" Meanwhile, C

Or something else? I ran my fingers over them.Who had made them?And when?I looked around the room.Suddenly, it didn't feel like I was the first person to be locked inside.A cold feeling settled in my stomach.I stepped away from the wall.Then the biometric lock beeped.I froze.The light changed from red to green.I stared at it.The door didn't open.But the screen opened and a name appeared KIRRILY CROSS

"Gideon, don't blame Audrey. She's still angry because I hit her grandmother, so she hired someone to… violate me." I never acted without being certain. "That's not—" Gideon cut me off in a cold voice. "Audrey, are you ever going to stop? You want revenge that badly? Then, I'll return the favor. Get in here." A crowd of bodyguards rushed through the door, filling the room. "Have your way with her." "Gideon, you animal! I'll never forgive you!" A hand clamped over my mouth. The sound of my clothes ripping echoed like thunder.

"The structural damage to the lock indicates significant force. This wasn't a casual harassment attempt by your ex-boyfriend. This is an active, escalating threat. Which means your passive-resistance game is officially over." I let out a long, defeated breath, leaning back against the refrigerator door. "Fine. You win, Mr. Cybersecurity CEO. I’ll use the tracking phone. But I still have classes tomorrow. And I have a shift at Finesse on Thursday night. You can't keep me locked in this luxury birdcage forever."

Heck does he even care! "Well what do you think a lock can keep me away? I have the key to almost every lock in the house." The creepy person called out from the the outside. Oh yeah I completly forgot about this problem. What the hell is wrong with these guys!? Why does everyone want to fuck me!? "I'm coming in!" Oh god I have to think fast!!!

Wіth thаt, hе shuts the dооr abruptly, and I’m left ѕtаrіng at thе stub оf the tіnу nаіl fіlе still lоdgеd іn thе lосk. Oh mу Gоd. Fuck! I rеаllу аm locked іn. I’m being hеld аgаіnѕt mу wіll. Oh mу Gоd, оh my God. I need tо call Blаkе. I rip ореn thе оffісе drаwеr аgаіn and рісk up Jеѕѕuр’ѕ рhоnе.