Dont Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

She listened carefully to the sounds outside before pulling the drawer. "What's going on?" Anita frowned in suspicion. The drawer, which should have opened easily, was now stuck. Anita furrowed her brow and stared at the drawer, her gaze becoming increasingly deep... She took her phone to make a call. Anita held her phone, her gaze still fixed on the drawer of the desk. "The lock shouldn't be difficult to open, but what I want is for the lock to still look like it hasn't been opened after you open it for me. Can you do that?"

"Crazy? Yes, I've been going crazy without you. Every second you were gone was torture. You can't imagine what I've been through." I laughed mockingly. "Oh, really? You seem pretty cozy with Julia every day. What torture are you talking about?" "Julia and I are just pretending for a business deal. It took losing you to realize you're the one I truly love." "That's your problem, not mine. Let go!" However, Charles gripped me even harder. "I won't let go this time. Come home with me. I'll treat you right, like I used to." "I'm not the same Sophia you can push around anymore. I'm based in a different country now, and I have my own life. Kidnap me, and you'll have an international crisis on your

The thought has my lungs constricting, and I gasp at the idea of being caged again. I can’t. I won’t let them. Before I can think, my hand is turning the knob and shoving the door open. It bangs against the wall as I barge into the living room. Both men turn, staring at me with wide eyes. “You’re not locking me up again!” I snap, stepping toward them. My voice is sharper than expected, but I don’t lighten up. I spin on Lucas, pinning him with my glare. “Do you agree with him? Are you going to lock me away?”

She grabbed me roughly and dragged me into a small room, locking me inside. “Stay there!” “Aah…” I sank to the floor, clutching my aching arm and leg. But I endured it. I immediately pulled out the phone. “Shit… pattern lock!” I tried several common patterns. Failed. Again. Locked out multiple times, but I didn’t give up. “Please, please, let this one work…” “YES!” It unlocked! I quickly typed Nick’s number. Cannot be reached. Again. Again. Nothing. So I left a message:

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."

The door was locked. I couldn’t get out. I turned around sharply. "Where am I?" I yanked the handle again anyway, like it might suddenly change its mind. "Please open the door!" My voice cracked. "I need to leave—I need to go to work—please—” “You need to open this door right now!” My voice shook with fear and desperation. "I didn't intend to lock the door, Jem," Dante said calmly. "But Shark warned me you might be difficult to bring here. He suggested I keep the door locked to save myself the stress."

The map on the wall is bleeding red. Every red dot represents a human being currently trapped in a state of involuntary, relentless arousal. A surgeon in Chicago. A bus driver in London. A kindergarten teacher in Berlin. "We can't turn it off," Alex says, his voice tight with frustration. "The blockchain lock is holding. We have to wait for the encryption cycle to reset. Two hours." "They don't have two hours," I say, looking at the flood of panic messages scrolling on the sidebar. "People are going to get hurt. Or fired. Or arrested."

“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.”

" I shook my head in terror. Those weren't just notes. They contained three years of work and everything I needed for the final two months of review. Before I could answer, Dad ended the call in fury. I had no chance to explain. Five minutes later, I heard the housekeeper's footsteps outside. Joy flooded through me. I had assumed Rosa had gone with them to wait on Trevor. My voice shook as I called to her. "Rosa... Please save me..." She sounded conflicted. "Micah, honey, your parents locked you in there themselves. Please don't make this difficult for me." I pressed a hand against my heart, which felt ready to leap from my chest.

"If you want to stop." I shake my head. I don't want to stop. I want to be the one who can take him, the one who makes him lose control. I lift my hips, trying to angle differently, and he takes the cue, shifting his weight, trying a new approach. The head of his cock pushes against my entrance again, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.