Dont Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

If she were here right now, what would she say to comfort me? She tells me not to stress myself. Everything will be fine, and she is here for me. I looked in the other direction while blinking hard. I lost the only person in my life who loved me unconditionally because of my own stupidity. I lost her in the worst way. I heard a knock on the door, snapping me out of my trace. I sniffed and immediately wiped the corners of my eyes. “Mr. Lombart. We got confirmation for the meeting. Mr. Silva will meet us in the auction tonight.” Chris informed me and I nodded in response without looking at him.

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.

"You need to learn that mistakes come with a price." As per her instructions, the guards grabbed my ankle and wrenched it outward. "Ah!" A tearing, bone-deep agony ripped through my fracture site as if countless needles were twisting in my bone marrow. The pain was so intense that my vision blacked out, and my body spasmed uncontrollably. "P-Please…" I begged in a broken voice as agony seized my chest. "It hurts, Bianca…" For a split second, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she stiffly said, "I'll let it slide this time. Make sure it doesn't happen again, or else—"

His fingers traced idle patterns along my spine. “Full lockdown until further notice,” he said quietly. “Eastern rotations continuous. Any scent anomaly treated as her until proven otherwise. The Warden recovers enough to begin preparing every direct-confrontation sequence we have left. And the claim stays exactly this strong. Stronger. She can come whenever she wants. She will still find the door closed and the two of us standing in front of it.” I pressed a kiss to the uninjured side of his throat and let the bond carry the shared, fierce readiness. “Then we stay ready. And we keep feeding the seal until she learns the hard way that the original lock does not open for her anymore.”

The attending physician approaches with a stun baton. Joseph Stout holds Rebecca Caldwell, the woman he's never gotten over, against his chest. He says, "Lillian, admit you're crazy, and I'll leave Noah alone." Rebecca leans against him with a sweet smile. "Just admit it, Lillian. Joseph is only trying to help you." Joseph looks at me like I'm something he scraped off the bottom of his shoe. "Sign the psychiatric evaluation papers. Don't make me force you." I wipe the sweat from my face and smile at the security camera. "Joseph, did you forget? I still have your company's master key." His expression flickers, but he quickly scoffs. "No one's going to take a lunatic seriously." Right i

I spent one million dollars of my own money installing a smart access-control system throughout Crescent Bay. The day it was installed, the property manager promised me, "Tell us if you ever need anything. We'll make sure it's taken care of." That promise lasted until this New Year's, when my parents came to stay with me. The temperatures were well below freezing that day, but my elderly parents were forced to stand outside the entrance while they tried the facial-recognition system three times. The gate didn't budge. The security guard took one look at them and snapped impatiently, "You two aren't in the system. You can't come in." I called the property manager the second I heard about

like I’ve been gone for days. I scoop her up, spin her once, and think: If I have to be locked down, if I have to be stuck in a cage, at least now I’m sharpening the bars from the inside.

'''' ''''what would you do if someone would lock you up somewhere? '''I didn't lock you. You were free to go. Remember.'''' ''''But You didn't tell me where was I and where's my phone??? Why did you hid it???'''' '''Your phone is in cupboard but its broken. Remember that day when you fell. There wasn't any repair center here so I had decided to give it back to you after repairing it.'''' '''And what about Your phone????'''' ''''Its in the study with my laptop and other files. But it won't work here. The weather here is too bad and I heard the network would be too slow even I couldn't call anyone. Otherwise, I would have given you my phone to talk to anybody you want.''''

I keep it slow till I’m inside, back in the dark room. I keep my doors locked and my blinds drawn. I lean against the wall, taking a deep breath. That was close. Too close. But not enough to stop me. Mia still doesn’t know what’s coming. And that’s the beauty of it. Tomorrow, she’ll be dead. And no one will trace it back to me. Not a soul. Not even God.

My laptop, important files, and my international passport, just in case. They fixed a new lock for me this morning that works with code and fingerprints not just keys and that’s exactly what I wanted. I installed 2 authentication locks that no one can go through except myself, and maybe a thorough hacker and I clicked them locked with trembling fingers. Because I knew something for sure, I had bruised Drego’s ego, embarrassed him, and spat on him in public. He was coming for me and I wasn’t stupid enough to stay home alone. I jumped into my car and drove straight to Melisa’s apartment.