I Was Crazy Once They Locked Me In A Room の小説・ストーリー

I was just pissed off I'd need to find a new man for the gate and might end up picking a díckhead I wouldn't like. My brows cocked up as I noticed the invaders were checking my entire rooms. What the fúck? There was no way they were looking for me. They should damn know I'd have been out to face them, and not coward in a room. Why the fúck were they checking my rooms? I froze when I noticed them trying to unlock the bitch's room. Now, this was something else. That was the last room in the passage. How could they be so sure there was someone in when it was locked?

I asked as we all sought to find any loophole or anything that gave away how he escaped, where he escaped to or where he might be. I turned around going back to the door so I could access the whole room and probably see something that I wasn't seeing. I tried opening the door to see what would catch my eyes if I just walked in but the door wasn't budging and we most certainly didn't lock ourselves in. "Guys, we've been locked in." I announced and they all turned to look at me and in that moment when we were all distracted there came an attack from nowhere as the room started spinning around speedily and we all lost balance and in that moment of our decomposure that we felt the room heating u

I walked out of the room just a few minutes after she'd left, I headed for the main entrance, at least to see the light of the day from outside, i reached for the knob of the door, but it wouldn't bulge, I shook violently, but it still wouldn't bulge, it was locked. “Fucking Lira!” I mummered as I stepped back. I sat on the sofa, tapping my feet into the ground and biting on my finger. “What if, what if not, what if, what if not!” They kept flooding in my head and I was certain my brain was gonna explode any moment, and then I saw the door creak before flying open.

At least. My pulse kicked into overdrive and I rushed to the door, standing by it like a soldier ready for war. The lock clicked, and then the door creaked open. Maverick stepped into his room in a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest, his brows drawing together slightly when he didn’t see me on the bed. My blood started to boil. I spoke from beside him. “You locked me in,” I said, my voice flat, eyes burning. “You locked me in, Maverick.”

I hated this room more than anywhere else in the world, yet this was the room that I was most often in. Every time I disappointed Mom, she would throw me into this room and lock me up until her anger subsided. Once, she locked me up for three whole days. The entire family seemed to have forgotten about me. No matter how much I cried and screamed, they ignored me. When they finally opened the door, I had already passed out, barely alive. … It was fine. It wouldn't be so bad if I just fell asleep. The next second, I blacked out. When I woke up again, I found myself in a hospital room.

Like Alex used to do it. We looked around the room but there was noone else there with us. strange... All of a sudden there was a sinister laugh ringing in my ears. It rang through the whole room and it sounded strangely familiar. Suddenly we heard a small crack, and we turned our heads in the direction where it came from. In this room it was really dark. Just light enough to see the Floor and a few feet away from us. What I could see though was a person standing in the right Infront of us. The person was slowly

I didn’t pay any attention to the room around me as we stepped inside and he released me. “I’ll be back in five minutes.” The door shut behind me, and my mouth dropped open when I heard the click of a lock. I grabbed the handle and shook it. That asshole! Where the hell does he get off locking me in his office—again? I paced angrily, my fists clenched at my sides. Thankfully his office didn’t have glass walls. I’d probably bear a great resemblance to a caged animal to anyone walking by. A rabid bear or hungry tiger were my guesses.

It was now an hour since I had been trapped in this room, damn that man, damn him, damn him to hell. The bastard locking me up as if I had done something to him was rich people always this crazy, damnit I knew I wasn’t. The fact of me pacing around the room seemed futile so I decided to get comfortable and wait for the enemy. There was a kitchenette area, opening the fridge I found that it was fully stocked, from juices, wines, waters and other stuff. I pulled out some sandwich making items along with a bag of chips and the most expensive looking wine. I took my lunch and sat at the island, if I was gonna be locked up I’d stay that way eating his expensive foods.

I will do anything for her. I'm not crazy, I'm serious. Maybe I'm a little crazy but I'm crazy in love with her. She is the love of my life!!! When I got to the door, I stood to try and listen in but it was pitch silent in there. Who am I kidding? I must have forgotten that the rooms are soundproof. I had the maids wait outside before unlocking the door and inviting them in.

“So she actually came to lock me in.” Nobody had ever locked me in a room. In my life, in the life before this one, not once had anyone looked at me and decided that was something they would ever do. I stood there and let the thought swallow me for a moment and then I walked back to the door and pressed both palms flat against it. I pushed harder this time but nothing moved.