How Did Natasha Escape The Red Room Novels & Stories

Grandpa nods his head. “I do. I had heard rumors of a girl being treated as a slave, despite of her beauty and strong aura. So I went to check it out. I introduced myself as a rouge seeking a new home. I recognized the Luna, but she didn’t remember me. It took me a year to gain so much trust they would let me inside the house. When I was invited in, I ensured the girls' guard was lying unconscious. So when he didn’t show, I offered to play guard, and they accepted. That is when I saw her the first time and for sure found out it was Zara. I had already had a plan to escape, so I quickly put that plan to work.

A high-resolution image that looked good enough to ruin my life. As he was about to hang up, I gasped. “Wait. Where do you want me to bring the money?” He gave me a specific address—an abandoned warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. “I’ll see you in one hour, Natalia. Don’t be late.” The line went dead. I didn’t have two hundred million. Not even close. But I was determined to see this son of a bitch’s face, and I wasn’t going to go alone. I grabbed my coat and went to the door. Just as soon as I stepped out into the hallway, five muscular bodyguards appeared in front of me, blocking my path to the elevators.

“You’re the reason I keep going.” The words hung in the air, heavier than either of them expected. For a heartbeat, the chaos outside melted away, leaving only the two of them in that quiet hallway. But the world didn’t stay quiet for long. ... In a dimly lit apartment across town, Natasha paced barefoot across the floor, her hair disheveled, eyes wild. Her phone rang and she snatched it up. “Tell me you have news,” she snapped. A nervous voice answered, “Miss Natasha, Leonard’s men failed. They… they lost the girl.”

Her lips parted, and she said; "yes, Sir," "Good girl, I suppose I should show you my playroom. Come with me, Nadia!" He commanded, and just as an obedient dog, she followed behind him. They walked out of the kitchen, past the living room, until they reached a black door. He took a key out of his pocket and slipped it into the lock. The door swung open, revealing steps leading downward. Colton flipped a switch, and red lights illuminated the stairway. Nadia fidgeted with her hands and bit at her bottom lip. Nervous at what she might find, she followed closely behind him. Each step she took only making her heartbeat more erratic.

In the fifth year of her marriage, Natalie Shaw is taken to the police for the 199th time after being mistaken for a mistress. Someone comes to bail her out. Her face is covered in scratches and blood. A chunk of her hair has been ripped out, exposing raw, bleeding skin. It's a horrifying sight. She cries from the pain. But soon, she goes numb. She sits in the chair in silence, trying to untangle her hair, which has been clumped together by thick, sticky blood. Only when a police officer hands her a document and tells her she is free to leave does she slowly lift her head. And sure enough, the person who has come to bail her out is not her husband, Adrian Carter.

“Monitor their temperature. Keep them stable for the next two hours.” “Yes, Doctor.” Natasha nodded once. Then she turned and walked out. She moved quickly through the hallway, her steps uneven now. Sweat formed along her forehead. Her veins had begun to glow faintly beneath her skin. She kept her head down. No one needed to see her like this. The main building was quiet when she entered. No one was in the sitting area. Good. She did not slow down. She reached her room and shut the door behind her, locking it immediately. Her breath came out in short bursts. Then she rushed into the bathroom and collapsed onto the tiled floor.

However, I couldn’t let him know because I knew that he wouldn't allow me to leave if I told him that I was planning to leave. I decided that the best thing for me to do was to get the hell out of this place and I was going to use Natasha to do that. I knew that there was no way that the palace guards were going to just let me walk out of the palace without asking me questions. And even after asking me questions they were probably going to alert Chad of my departure while they questioned me. Natasha was the perfect one to help me because I knew now that she had experience with sneaking out of the palace without being noticed. She had already betrayed Chad by spying for the vampires and what

I stormed out of his office without giving him the chance to finish whatever he was going to say. I peered at my wristwatch. Two hours. It was already two hours since I left Natasha in stage three's underground. I was certain as hell she must have unraveled the fire magic. I walked casually down the marbled floor. “I’m sure-” I started saying, as I pushed the door open. My words stuck in my throat. The fire was gone, but Natasha laid down with hands on her ears, shaking like she'd been doused in iced water.

"Come here within an hour. A car is waiting for you outside the studio. Make sure to drop your phone as soon as you enter the car. Understood?" "Don’t hurt them. I will do whatever you say." The call ended. "Hello, hello…" Natasha froze for a moment, then jumped to her feet and wiped her tears. She looked here and there and grabbed a scarf. She dashed to the door but paused. The guard was standing outside, and he would stick to her like chewing gum. ‘How to distract him?’ She chewed the insides of her cheeks as she thought about it. She quickly came up with an idea and opened the door, mustering a smile.

If she took even step into the forest there was not a single fucking thing we could do. I caught up with the guys who were watching Natasha pace outside of her house. I leaned against the post that her mailbox was attached to. She stopped suddenly to stroll up the stairs. She turned the knob, before walking back down the stairs to go around the house. She stopped at the storm cellar doors and tugged hard. They didn’t budge. She went to the back door and again it didn’t budge. She walked up to Timothy and held out her hand. He raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you want?,” he asked.