Elisabeth Fritzl Basement Novels & Stories

Nobody could get in or out. Elena was standing by a glass wall that separated the sleeping area from the main computer. She was not wearing her suit jacket, a black top and dark pants. Her hair was down. Her dark eyes were fixed on the computer lights. The Swiss injunction was. The outside computers were turning off one by one. The foundation was moving all its operations to a core deep inside the mountain. Julian came up behind Elena. He was a man, over six feet tall and he blocked out the light from the computer.

The coordinates matched their building. Getting to the basement required improvisation. When their escort left to “fetch a creative director,” Elise claimed she needed the restroom, then slipped into the service corridor. She returned five minutes later, eyes bright. “Found the service door to the basement. Keypad entry, but the code panel is outdated—should be easy to bypass.” They excused themselves under the pretext of needing to discuss privately. Instead, they moved fast, down the corridor, to the unmarked door. Elise worked the panel in under thirty seconds.

“You’ll see soon. Just relax and trust me.” Almost as soon as he said that, the elevator arrived at its destination, and the doors opened, revealing the basement, which did not seem anything like any basement I knew. For one thing, the space was huge. It may as well be a safe room for natural disasters or wars that humans apparently tend to have in the past. Not only that, but it was quite bright, with a disco ball overhead. The biggest thing to notice, though, would be the number of people in the room. All who were staring at us the moment we’ve arrived. As if that wasn’t enough, the look they had in their eyes… They seemed to be in some kind of trance. Moreover, I’m hearing whispers about

I have to find my baby! "H-hijo...Beautrin. Here...in the house. In the basement of our house with Beatriz! The people inside are armed, Claus! I-I didn't know there was a secret basement here ! My God! Beautrin is screaming! We're going inside again today! We just called you to let you know!" Basement? In the basement of their own house? Fvck it! How did they not know that there was a basement?! I wasted nothing and immediately went there.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fulton. There's no sign of her!" Each report weighed heavier on Ezekiel, his gaze growing colder by the second. "Mr. Fulton!" George came running, sweat pouring down his face. "We found bloodstains and rope in the basement. The blood could be Ms. Everhart's! Could she already be—" "No." Ezekiel cut him off, his voice like ice. "If it were what you're thinking, you wouldn't have found only her blood. The location was exposed. They moved her." George's voice shook. "But why would anyone kidnap Ms. Everhart? She's never had enemies!"

Maya said. “Mm.” Eli broke it cleanly. They descended with torches raised. The basement lights turned on from a switch at the bottom. Strong lights. Maya stopped. Eli stopped. For half a second, neither of them moved. The basement had been fitted out as a private S&M room with a level of investment that suggested somebody had owned both a specialist catalogue and a very confident sense of work-life balance.

ELIZABETH's lips rose when she saw the sun peeking through the lace curtains. But her eyes widened when she realized that it wasn't her room and she was in a strange place. Looking around in panic, her lips parted when she realized that an arm rested on her naked stomach. "Oh, god." Her moves are gentle, silent like a feather. She has to leave before the General will wake up and find her in this kind of state. Elizabeth already risked everything last night. Another mistake is not something she needed right now.

"My greatest treasure, of course, is you, but my nature is making me hoard rare objects from all over the world." "It's behind the locked doors downstairs?" Elizabeth was eager to know more. She wondered about what was locked down there ever since the first time she saw those doors, but she didn't want to press. She knew Henry would tell her when the time is right. Henry took Elizabeth by the hand and led her to the basement. He made a stop in front of the first door, and when he opened it, Elizabeth was flabbergasted. "You kept it?" she kept looking at a few canisters of liquid nitrogen she managed to sneak out away from the explosives a couple of months ago.

“Why is Bernhard so full of tricks? That was just some red frosting from the cake that the brat stole from Eira. He’s just trying to pass it off as blood! Tell Bernhard this, if he wants to keep on making a fuss, he can rot in that basement for the rest of his life.” After she hung up, Eric turned his anger on me. “Ms. Grove was right about you. You’re nothing but a liar. Sit tight and don’t try anything else!” With that, he kicked both Faye and me back into the basement. The moment the door locked shut behind us, we were plunged into pitch darkness again. Faye, unconscious in my arms, shuddered in fear. She then began to cry and thrash with her eyes tightly shut. She was frowning hard, and

He’d found her. “Yeah, we couldn’t sleep. There’re so many arrangements to make.” Erik offered. “A tragedy, yes…” Fritz drawled. “Say the word and my pack and I will be happy to assist.” His expression remained guarded, his jaw and shoulders tense. What was he doing in the basement at this late hour? Was he on his way to Erina?