Invincible White Room の小説・ストーリー

They had no reservations in making their enemies' life like a living hell. And last but not the least, Sebastian's most favorite room was their devilish, torture white room. This is where they severely torment and persecute mentally and physically, every captive they fancied extracting significant and confidential information from. Yet sometimes, Sebastian loved to call it their 'sanctified execution room'. "The sniper is inside the white torture room, our lord, sir Seb." Dionysus immediately trudged towards the white room in haste. When he opened it, he immediately saw the sniper severely tied up in a while chair. He had no blindfold on that was why the sniper stared back directly at Dionys

The room, a sanitized white it shone brightly in the cold light of the clear crystals which dangled from the ceiling. Allen squinting against the harsh gleam characteristic of the Alliance’s critical care unit, its sterile appearance and unblemished tile floors were well known to him now. However, he frowned as he gazed down at his partner.

46: The First Memory Everything was white. Like in an asylum, all four corners of the room were painted with nothing else but white. No furniture, no dust, no anything. And in the middle of that room was Avyanna. The raven-haired woman stood motionless on the white floor, barefooted, with nothing else on her but a white hospital gown. Where am I? Creak. She turned her head towards the sound. The door that was too unnoticeable to the eye was pushed open by someone. A woman dressed in a lab coat came in, with a notepad in her hand. She looked at Avyanna with a gaze filled with madness.

She allowed the fire to consume her until there’s nothing much to do but close her eyes and surrender. When it’s over, she opened her eyes and found herself in a white room. She closed her eyes again. It hurt the eyes. When you’re too comfortable with the darkness, light seemed to be uncomfortable. She let herself adjust first. Slowly, she opened the window of her soul. This time she realized it was not just a white room. There was an elongated and sophisticated marble table in the center of the room. Leather chairs surrounded it and a spherical hologram of earth afloat at the center of the marble table. On each seats, vampires in executive attires were standing, facing her – their dresses i

As we opened the door to the suite I had been attacked in, my mouth clicked shut. This had to be the right room—I still had the note crumpled in my hands. The entire room was spotless. Even my vomit was gone, the carpet clean and white. “That’s not possible, it’s only been ten minutes.” I scoffed, unable to believe the scene before me. There was magic and then there was this. It brought an uncomfortable question to mind. If Marcus Novak kept white wolves as slaves, did the other High Table members do the same?

"The tactical teams... they're in the hallway. I can hear the clicking of their boots on the marble." "I know what's in the hallway." Dante didn't look back. He was already checking the slide on his Glock, his movements clinical and jagged. "This room is blast-proof. EMP-shielded. Even if the whole house goes, this pocket stays. It’s the only place your scent won't draw them." "F**k the scent! If you're out there, you're dead!" Bianca tried to lung forward, but Dante’s hand hit her chest, a flat palm that felt like an iron bar. He pushed her back into the sterile white light of the vault.

I retract my claws slowly, the metallic scarpe, but my body still feels hot and unstable, I need to be in the room as of thirty minutes ago. I turn sharply towards the sealed doors at the end of the hall.” Move, let's go.” The hallway clears instantly. The isolation suite doors slam shut behind me with a heavy metallic thud. It's soundproof, reinforced, and unbreakable designed to contain monsters. The room is sterile white light, reflecting off titanium walls, no windows, and no softness. No escaping a literal cage, I rip off my tactical jacket, in one motion flinging it across the room, it hits the wall and falls to the floor forgotten.

“No bargaining yet.” “Proceed,” I said. “You were not meant to survive your extraction.” My pulse didn’t jump, but something deep inside me went very still. “Extraction from where?” I asked. She tilted her head. “You truly don’t remember.” “Answer.” “Facility designation: Whiteglass.” The dream room flashed behind my eyes. White walls. Curved edges. Observation mirror. My fingers tightened slightly on the table, Dominic’s hand settled warm and steady at the back of my shoulder instantly. Anchor applied. No words needed.

The furniture was gaudy, overly ornate, and seemed almost absurdly out of place in this den of exploitation. Samuel and Hank followed me inside, their expressions hard and vigilant. The rest of our team stayed outside, stationed at strategic points to ensure no one else came in or out. Mr. White’s office had a large balcony that overlooked what could only be described as a training arena for the women he had captured. Hank, Samuel and I looked down at the three of us silently seething at the site before us. "This is new too?" I asked Mr White over my shoulder, but my eyes remained on the arena.

she said with a smile so I nodded. I got off bed and just now, I noticed that I was in a room that was all color white. It's like I'm on television or maybe I'm confined to a mental hospital. This is a little bit creepy. Who is the sane person who would stay in a room where everything is white, right? Isn't it weird? Oh... they are vampires, not humans. I forgot about that. Shantelle's Mother and Grandmother are the only human in her family.