روايات وقصص ضمن I Was Crazy Once They Locked Me In A Room

I screamed as I was dragged away, but he didn’t even move a bit, and before I knew it, I was thrown into a room, and the door was locked from the outside. The moment the door was locked, I wiped my tears as I got out of the room. The door had a special lock; it could be shut from the inside, and I shut it immediately. I wiped my tears slowly as I looked around the room. I had to get out of here as soon as I could. I swallowed slightly, and just then, I started to see the door moving. "What’s wrong with the door?" I heard that monstrous voice of his, and fear surged through me immediately.

“ I should have fought more… I should… “ It was not your fault! It wasn't... I apologize for allowing you here! “ Don't apologize.. “ She put her hand on my face. “ Come with me! “ He extended his hand and I held it. We both left the room, walking among the patients. The corridors were always full and it was barely possible to walk around at will. He held on tight and forced me to follow his steps, in a short time we arrived in another basement room. We entered the room and he looked around, seeing the conditions where I was going to stay. “ Why touch me here? “ Stay here! “ He pointed to the lock. “ The lock is different, remember what I taught you? I nodded positively. Marlon had taught me

With a smile, he said, “This room was made for you back when you were promised as my mate.” And he closed the door. He just closed it! To make it even worse, I heard that distinct sound of the lock being turned, clicking into place. He locked me in. My heart started raging again, and I heaved for air, but all I managed were short, shallow breaths. Like the idiot I am, I began to go around myself again, looking around the room. It suddenly felt so much darker. The word Mate echoed in my head, and all I could think was; No!

I've been like that for the next two days, the only person that come into my room was the maid and she wouldn't say anything. Finally the third night I couldn't take it anymore, I got up and started banging on the doors, I yelled but to no use. No one was opening. I couldn't stand being locked up anymore I was going crazy, maybe it was from insomnia or the hunger but I went crazy. I started smashing everything I could get my hands on,the lamps ,the pictures,decorations,glass. For God's sake I took the bed apart. But no one seemed to care. I took a chair and drove it to the window but the window didn't break. Finally exhausted I picked up my teddy bear and sat next to the window again,the sle

It depicted newly painted white walls and that was the only serene aspect of the room, every object in the room was being hurled at the locked door of his cell room which wasn't budging in the slightest, though there was a dent. He presses down on the telecom and a whirring static sound fills the room. “Good to see you're up and about,” Maxim commented dryly at the chaotic state of the room. “Why the fuck did you lock me in here?” Kila grits out, trying to rein in his anger with a clenched fist. There was blood leaking from his head and it wasn't a small cut. “You need to know a few things before I let you out.” “I don't need to know anything. Let me out of here!” Kila slams his fists agains

But he didn't, and he left me all alone in this world. I felt empty inside. This would be a great time for Miriam to come and console me, obviously, but I was honestly tired of it. Tired of being broken, and broken again. I didn't want to see anyone; I wanted to be left alone. Miriam was stubborn and wouldn't let me "hurt" myself in her own words by being alone, so she left me no choice but to lock her outside my room. Yes, I have been locked inside my room for three days. No food, no water...

She paused for a second before continuing. "I lost the bait to my stupid memory. I mismatched the room numbers. Hers was 209 mone was 309. The opposite happened and rooms changed. She got her night with you and I..." She sighed again, shaking her head. Upset recalling her moments. "I was locked in that room for three days. He did not let me go, whether it was her or me, he just wanted to live into his kinky fantasy which he got."

I jumped up instantly and rushed to the door, but before I could reach it, I heard the sound of a lock clicking into place, locking me in the room. I pounded my fists against the door, and my voice was hoarse from shouting. “Let me out! You can’t keep me here, you psycho..!!!”

I turned and walked quickly to the guest room, slamming the door behind me and immediately starting to pack my few belongings. Get out. Get out before this gets worse. My hands were shaking as I threw my clothes into my bag, tears streaming down my face. How could I be so stupid? How could I think they actually wanted me back? When I had everything packed, I walked to the door and tried the handle. Locked. The door is locked. I tried again, yanking harder this time. They locked me in. They actually locked me in. "Hey!" I shouted, pounding on the door with my fists. "Open this door!"

I sensed someone in the room. I got up and held the doorknob only to find the door was locked. I felt as if lightning fell on my head. "Hey. Who is it? Hello. Why are you locking me?” I slammed on the door but there was no response. “Excuse me, is anyone there? Open the door please.” I slammed the door recklessly. My head started feeling dizzy all of a sudden. My vision turned blurry. I was locked in the bathroom and started feeling unwell, is it any kind of conspiracy?