Gantungan Tas Di Kamar Novels & Stories

Chills run down my back, but I proceed with opening the last door. This time, I entered the room. Now that I've seen the locks on each of the doors, I want to explore it thoroughly. Upon further examination, I find claw marks on the walls at the head of the bed, and when I move the thinly threaded blanket and pillow, I gasp. Chains are anchored to the walls; there are three of them in total. Two on each end have wrist cuffs, and one in the middle has a larger cuff, more like a collar-type cuff. I move to the bottom of the bed and find two more for the ankles.

Tamara tilted her head to the side, pressing her phone against her ear. She created a small cradle between her head and shoulers, as she strained her neck to hold it in place. Once her phone was secure, she set to work, unscrewing the cap on the camera and attaching it to the chandelier above Wilson’s desk. It stuck immediately; small and inconspicuous, it blended with the black designs on the light. “Done, what next?” Tamara huffed as she came down from the chair, pushed her feet back into her heels and set David's chair exactly the way he left it.

Soren helped me carry the bags up to our room and he went back down to the living room afterwards. “What do I do with these?” I mumbled to myself as I was frantically trying to hide all the baby stuff. I gathered all the baby stuff I bought and went down to one of the guest rooms and shoved it in one of the closets. I went back upstairs and opened the boxes of cameras. How am I going to put these up without anyone knowing? I decided to put one inside the wall clock in the kitchen, one on the fireplace in the living room, one by the front door, one in the garage, one by the balcony and the rest will be places where people usually pass by.

He asked with his hands crossed behind his lower back, “It’s okay, thank you” I responded. “I’ll ask them to bring your things upstairs” he walked out and shut the door behind him. It was a spacious bedroom with a king size bed and fancy decors. My trust issues further led an inspection of the room for cctv cameras or monitoring devices that might have been installed but luckily I found none.

I heard him as I walked into our room sitting down on the soft bed, that held many memories of late nights. "Can I ask you a question?" "Anything." "Why is there a camera in the bathroom?" I asked placing the phone on the bed as I slipped off my shirt feeling a bit hot. "Just a safety precaution, I don't want anyone to break in and kidnap you while I'm away." I took off my skirt laying back on my bed as I picked up the phone. "Are they only in the bathroom?" I questioned him now on guard as I looked around. "No, they're everywhere, including our room..." He trails off.

My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily. Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

(You want to go fishing? “Um…no…” Gardner opened the tackle box on my bed after bringing it there from the living room. It was stuffed with pens, pastels, paintbrushes, and acrylic paints among other art supplies. "Take care of yourself. I like to store my drawing supplies in a tackle box because it is simple to organize everything that way. Since you mentioned that you'd be interested in trying your hand at painting, I've kept some canvas and an easel in my hotel room for you to use.

However, this looked different, as if it had been carved into the floor on purpose and had an irregular pattern. At the right side of the room were a dozen battered dummies, standing in a lopsided row, some half-shredded with their stuffing spilling out. Across the wall near it, racks of gear waited—gloves, wraps, guards—each one stamped with the house crest. My gaze wandered until it stopped on the silver chains hanging from the ceiling to the floor on the left-hand side of the room. I saw several chains stuck to the ground, as well as cuffs and other items that appeared to be used for restraints.