Novel & Cerita Gantungan Tas Di Kamar

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.

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.

(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.

The location, the design, everything pointed to that fact. I felt a little safer after nearly getting shot due to a window. I found my bags carefully laid close to a bed on the wall. The room was space as he said, a wardrobe but no television, a bathroom, and even a dressing mirror. I shut the door properly then locked it. Perfect. ****** After unpacking, I hid the phone in the midst of my clothes, a place where I could easily access it but no one could spot it. Thereafter, I took off my clothes for a refreshing bath then changed into comfy ones. I hated that I'd need to wear a bra every time due to the presence of two men in the house, there was nothing more uncomfortable.