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Chapter 2 The doorknob turns with a slow, deliberate click, the sound cutting through the thick silence like a blade. My breath catches, fingers still twitching against the slick heat between my thighs, the dildo half-buried inside me as I freeze mid-gasp. The door doesn’t just open it swings wide, the hinges groaning like they’ve been waiting for this moment. And there they are. All three of them. Liam leans against the frame, one broad shoulder propped like he owns the place, his dark eyes dragging over me with the slow, hungry confidence of a man who’s already decided how he’s going to ruin me.

“It’s not me Alice, it’s Kirsten.” And indeed amid her panic, Kirsten just grabbed the nearest person to her; in this case it’s Alice. “Kirsten I can’t breathe…” “WHAT’S THAT?” Kirsten gasped behind Alice. “It’s the floor board Kirsten,” Don replied. “Oh,” said Kirsten. She releases Alice casually as if nothing happened. “Look Van there is a door here.” “We’re here Cara. This is the place where the noise is coming from,” Van answered. His friends eyed the mysterious door apprehensively. It looks meek and harmless on the outside, but even his friends who could not hear the strange noise could feel a strange form of energy coming from it.

Frame Me By Roman This book is dedicated to the readers who gave this book a chance. NOTE First of all, let's get the geography right. There's a city called Ranem. Ranem has twelve blocks. The two explored in this book are Gulden and Odton. Odton's unofficial name is Ganghaven. I don't want you getting confused. Please, if you like the book, feel free to leave a review. It won't hurt. I apologize in advance for any grammatical and structural errors you might come across, I'm trying to get the book edited.

No camera visible; the glass in the door’s square was too thick to break without noise. She went still, listening. Far off, boots on concrete. Closer, the faint hiss of air through the vent. The building breathed with them. The chair, then. She tipped it, levered her weight on the loose bar, and felt it give with a metallic gasp. She worked slowly, carefully, mindful of echoes, until the crossbar slid out—two and a half feet of hollow steel with sharp corners where weld had failed. She tested it against the cot frame. Solid. Against the door seam. Useless. Against the window bars… too short to reach from the floor. The high slit stared down at her like a thin, indifferent eye.

“There are so many doors in the house. There's one that leads to the underground in case something goes wrong that needs us to hide away and scour for time” Hmmn, may that never happen ever. I can't imagine that being possible. Just the incident from last night had everyone shaken if the one that surpasses it was to take place, how are we to cope. We reached almost the end of the gall before she stopped in front of a door and punched in some number in the lock that gave way and pusher to the other side letting light flood into the place. I instinctively took around appraisal and noticed a frame I haven't seen before due to the darkness. It was a frame of...who is that?

The door bulged outward. Not like wood under impact. Like something behind it was leaning into the shape of an answer and finding body there. The grain darkened. Damp spread through the paint in branching veins. Tiny handprints appeared one by one on the inner side of the panels, too many, too small, pressing out from within as if the room itself had decided to remember children the wrong way. Then the latch began to turn on its own.

She didn't want Damien to continue with another question. Arriving at the last step Leah remembered that she had not locked her apartment. She half-ran towards her apartment door and was surprised to find it locked. "What is wrong?" Damien asked approaching Leah who was flicking the doorknob to open it. Leah sighed, "The door is locked! Very strange, I had forgotten to lock the door, but how could this door be locked by itself," said Leah not understanding.

I’m getting confused by this point but also concerned. “What are you talking about?” He stops at an odd shaped shed placed in a small quarry and begins to make a descent down the side using stones placed there similar to a staircase – a slippery one. “Come here.” He says, standing in front of the door. “Can you open this door?” He asks. I roll my eyes but then I notice – there’s no handle on this particular door. “Yeah, exactly, it’s locked from the inside.” “Secret entrance?” I ask.

Yet the girl in front of me had offered herself to the photographer without the slightest reservation. Every page was a slap across my face, loud enough to wake me from years of self-deception. I slowly set the album down, as if someone had drained every bit of strength from my body. When Julian pushed open the door, his mouth parted in surprise. A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, I broke the suffocating stillness first. "Who is this girl?" My voice was terrifyingly calm. In the dim room, he did not notice that my entire body was shaking.

Kiara remarked as we walked towards the front door. “She just needs some TLC.” I smiled and turned the door handle. The door didn’t open due to the wood swelling at the bottom from the water, so I had to use force to get in. It flew open and broke away from the hinges as I pushed the door. With a loud crash, the door fell against the wooden floor. “Fuck.” I muttered, and Kiara burst into laughter.