I Sit Alone In A Four-cornered Room Novels & Stories

Isabella slowly entered inside the room which was in the corner of the hall. She gulped slowly and took kitten steps inside the room. She wanted to turn back and run away from there as soon as she saw four men sitting infront of her including the one who called her here, staring in her soul with their predatory gazes. She regretted her decision of coming here alone. Two men were sitting on the bed their while two were sitting on the couch man spreading their legs.

The room was cold, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb above, casting eerie shadows across the walls. I took stock of my surroundings. The floor was concrete, stained with what I didn't want to think about. In the corner, a mattress lay on the ground, a single blanket thrown over it. There were no chairs, no table, just four bare walls and the heavy door that separated me from the outside world. My wrists were bruised from the handcuffs, and my heart raced in my chest.

The four corners of the room were painted in violet. Althea unconsciously sucked her breath and held it in after seeing the paint. She felt her body tremble slightly, she immediately controlled it before breaking down. She once again swept her eyes around the room to observe, ignoring the dots of reds that are seemingly blood. There was no furniture, she was sitting on the cold, hard floor. The room was completely empty. With that realization, Althea's heart skipped a beat in horror. Kai- her son is not with her!

Lucas’ POV The night was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against your ears until every thought seemed louder than it should be. I sat alone in the corner of the dimly lit quarters, a single candle fighting hard against the darkness that filled the room. Its flame wavered, restless, throwing long shadows against the walls that looked like they were moving of their own accord. My mind wasn’t still. It hadn’t been still since the meeting. Richard.

Taking everything in, the room was very spacious, it had one double bed in the far corner of the room, a desk, and a large rug in the center. ------ [Chapter quote: All silence is the recognition of a mystery- Vladimir Nabokov.]

I exhaled deeply for what felt like the first time all evening. A smaller private room sat near the end of the hall. Probably meant for wedding staff or storage. Right now… I didn’t care. I just needed somewhere quiet for five minutes. I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit. Empty except for a couch and a small table near the corner. Perfect. I let the door close softly behind me before leaning back against it. Then finally… I closed my eyes. No cameras. No smiling. No pretending.

Then he turned his head just enough for me to see the corner of that large ear drum again: “But I’m better at everything. What shall we do? Would you like to go back to your room?” The sharp guilt kicked me in the guts. My face blushed, lucky the room was dark enough to hide my shame. The thought of walking alone through the corridor prone to gunshots scared the life out of me. I probably did look like a rabbit caught by headlights in the middle of the dark road. I sat in the corner of velvet sofa. “May I sit here for a moment?” He looked at me closely. His face was crumpled with fatigue. I was hardly able to get up again.

Kinks: gay sex, rough, anal, incest, dominant, oral sex The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the old, worn couch and the cluttered coffee table strewn with empty beer bottles. My heart pounded in my chest as I crept inside, the door shutting behind me with a quiet click. It was late, far past the time when everyone else had gone to bed, but I couldn't resist coming here.

Silence floated in the room, it was as if no one else was present but me. I had searched almost all the cubicles, only one was left. It was the cubicle in the farthest end of the room. An evil smile adorned my lips as the thought of capturing my prey meandered in my mind. I tiptoed to the cubicle and gently pushed the wooden door open.

Because he knew in advance that death would come to him, he was unafraid to observe this strange place calmly. It is a room with four white painted walls, no windows on the walls, and nothing in the room except a bed. He stared at the closed gray iron door and waited for the arrival of the Red Leafs. When those people appeared, he knew he would have to face the worst of his short life.