Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

I stared around the room, no one was in it with me but I still couldn't stop the nagging feeling within me. So, I decided to check the place I hadn't yet. The closet! I tip toed and walked towards it in the most silent way possible. If it really was an intruder, I wouldn't want to alert them. I was about to open the door when it was kicked open from the inside. I was instantly shaken by the sudden movement. There, I saw someone with a male's build, walk out. He was wearing a face cap and mask to cover his face. His scent, it was unfamiliar but his stance, the way he walked, I felt like I have seen him before.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

And the face was my own. The attic door is open again tonight. But so is the closet. And somewhere in the dark, something that wears my face is waiting for me to stop pretending. I don’t know how long I can last.

He yells as he hits me in the face. Amidst the unbearable agony, I tightly gripped my face, frantically scanning my surroundings for a way out. Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the enigmatic closet he had spoken of. Despite my relentless attempts, my legs refused to cooperate, paralyzed by the remnants of the sedative. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I summoned every ounce of determination to gradually drag myself towards the closet, resolute in my quest for sanctuary within its sheltering embrace. “I'll be back!” He snarls before slamming and locking the door behind him.

“H-Huh? O-Okay…” Then there they are, dragging me inside a walk-in closet inside the makeup room. How many rooms do they have? And all of them were so big! Just like this walk-in closet, it’s full of dresses and different types of footwear. I wonder why there is a woman’s closet inside that demon’s house. Oh my God, don’t tell me he’s gay?! I knew it! He’s gay!

I stood in the middle of the bathroom staring at the fogged mirror while my cheeks slowly burned all over again remembering the kiss from earlier and the way he had just stared at me after it happened. He looked stunned and went quiet in the softest way I'd ever seen. God. I actually kissed him first. On the cheek too. Domestic wife behavior. Disgusting. Embarrassing. I pressed both hands over my face and groaned loudly. “Get a grip Valerie,” I muttered to myself before wrapping the towel tighter around my chest and finally stepping out into the closet. The closet was ridiculously massive. Id never get used to it. It was bigger than my entire old apartment and probably worth more too and hon

It has a sofa and other lavish furnishings. As I approach it, I take a glance around the room. It's colossal and stunning. The door opened, and I heard it. There's also a door in the room, and a man emerges from it, and it's Adrian. So it's a walk-in closet. Adrian arrives dressed in a grey tuxedo, as if he were a model fresh off the pages of a magazine. Then I glanced in the mirror; I was wearing a basic blue shirt and denim pants, and my clothing was not labelled like his. Despite this, I do not feel depressed since I enjoy myself as I am and will never change for others.

The three men abruptly stopped, making silence descend upon the room. One of the men growled, "There's someone in the closet!" Shit! I'd been too loud! They were going to find me! How was I going to explain myself when they opened the closet door to see their colleague's wife naked inside? Also, would they take me in Mrs. Court's place? Was I going to be forced onto my back on the board? Would they spread my legs and… My legs trembled at that thought. Just then, I saw one of the men approach the closet. That wasn't the worst part—I could see his huge member through the gap between the doors.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

I knew her to be this very popular influencer. Seven minutes felt like seven years and just the thought of what could be going on in the closet caused a icky feeling in the pit of my stomach. When the time was finally up, the door was opened and both of them stumbled out. Their messed up appearance gave you an idea of what happened in the closet. Derris' fly also happened to be down and the dopey smile on the girl's face as she sat down beside me made me feel like puking or hitting both of them. Whichever came first.