Dont Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

I said, locking my eyes on his. He held my stare for several heartbeats, then chuckled. “Not enough?” I sucked in a sharp breath. “You have to release at least a dozen people for me to stay.” He laughed hard and loud, and I flinched. I knew that I was playing with fire. I had no value for him. He wanted me because of a whim. But if I was about to lose my freedom, I had to try. There was a beat of silence before his mouth opened… “Fine. Twelve people for you.”

“This is the part where I tell you that you had me at hello. Except, I think I said hello first. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you, you were going to be a problem for me.” He quirked his lips. “A problem?” “Yep. You came into my neat and tidy life and shook things up.” “I hope that’s a good thing.” I hugged him again. I couldn’t stop touching him. “It’s a very good thing. It’s the best thing. But know this. You are stuck with me. If you try to run away from me again, I am going to chain you up and lock you in the basement.” He grinned, his brows dancing. “Chains, huh? I didn’t know you were into the freaky stuff.”

SIN "Why am I getting locked up again?" She yells at me, her eyes widened in surprise and anger. "Ryder," I call out to him wondering why it's taking him too long to grab her inside. Ryder also looks confused by my order but he closes the distance between him and Mae. "Please Ma'am, don't make this difficult," Ryder pleads with her motioning her to step into the elevator. She rolls her eyes at Ryder and then at me before taking a step back, "You can't lock me up, I am not some pet," She cries out. She takes another step and this time she makes a run for it.

I thought I finally got what I wanted, but I was simply seen as a joke, a story to laugh about. A little while later, my phone buzzed. Nathan's name lit up the screen. [Things happened too fast last night, and I forgot to wear a condom. I don't remember if I finished inside you. Just grab a morning-after pill. [I don't have time for you tonight, so don't come looking for me.] I stared at those two messages and let out a self-deprecating laugh. Last night, we did it all night long. I thought the reason he wanted me again and again was because he loved me too much to stop.

He locked me behind, not giving me a chance to take over and destroy his plans. His plan of killing Merry. Aiden sprang to his feet, blocking the door, but Atlas was stronger than him. Aiden fought hard, but I know that he was still healing, which made him weaker than usual. Aiden only lasted for twenty minutes before Atlas was able to throw him to the other side of the room. I fought to get my control back, but Atlas keeps locking the door every time I unlock one. I was losing this fight. Atlas was about to burst out of the door when the door suddenly opened.

“For now, your marriage will remain a secret. But remember—this is only temporary. Mom will still prepare a proper, lavish wedding celebration for you. When you’re ready to make it public, just tell me.” “Yes, Mom,” Anna replied softly. Matilda wrapped her in a warm embrace, as if trying to soothe the storm still raging inside Anna’s chest. “You should rest now,” Jonathan said gently, rubbing Anna’s back with quiet affection. Anna nodded. Together with Liam, she headed up to the third floor. But as soon as they arrived, Anna instinctively walked toward her own bedroom. She turned the doorknob—locked. “Why is it locked?” she murmured, confused.

A drop of water fell onto my bandage. "No one's ever going to touch you again." The door opened again. Dad stood in the doorway, holding onto the frame like he needed it to stay upright. He looked decades older. He looked at me, his mouth opening and closing. "William, I…" I flinched. My lips moved, but no sound came out. Judy watched my mouth, went still for a moment, then spoke for me. "He's saying… Don't lock him in a dark room again."

Crack. The sound is small. Sharp. Satisfying. The first lock gives. Pain follows instantly, shooting up my arm. Irrelevant. One down. Two to go. Footsteps echo faintly outside. Not close yet. But coming. They always come back. I don’t rush. Rushing leads to mistakes. And I don’t make those. Not anymore. Not when it comes to her. The second restraint takes longer. Stronger. Better reinforced. I adjust again. Angle.

“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.

And had become a part of me. I ambled to the door, so I could go after Luna Margaret. “She can't sell off my ring, no, she can't,” I said to myself repeatedly. However, when I got to the door and pressed down the knob, it wouldn't budge. It appeared this motherfucking daughter of a bitch had locked me in. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks, “No!” I banged on the door. “No, please...I am sorry for responding but please do not sell my ring!” My voice cracked.