Monroeville Rage Room Romane & Geschichten

I just ducked my head because I know my make up was messed up by my tears. Soon, he pulled me inside a room on a higher floor. That's what I thought at first. But when I looked at it in its entirety, I realized it’s not just a room. It's a huge, luxurious condo unit. I looked at him, eyes asking why he had brought me here. "Rage, I need to go home..." He stepped closer with stoic face. I stepped backwards until I felt the wall against my back. It was cold. But Rage thinks I'm on fire.

He fires wildly in our direction, the boom of the gun deafening in the small tiled room. “ASSASSINS! WE’VE GOT RATS IN THE ROOM!” Ronan’s hand closes around mine like a vise. Suddenly we’re running, bursting from the restroom as the lounge erupts into total chaos. Doors to private rooms fly open, and the Vesuvius Room transforms into a kill zone. “Move!” Ron yells over the screaming. We’re in this together now, and the exit is a mile away.

She paused, turning to look at me, her green eyes void of the fear I could smell on her skin. "Yes," she asked, arching her brow. She was good at masking her emotions; I would give her that much. "My brothers and I opened up a business just on the outskirts of town a few months back. It's called Panic room. You should stop by." I pulled out our card, handing it to her. She grabbed it, our fingers lightly brushing before quickly pulling her hand away again, stuffing the card in her jacket pocket, not even glancing at it. "I'm only here for a couple of days; if I get a chance, I will. Again, it was nice meeting you." Lilith said, forcing a smile before turning and walking further into town.

This one wasn't and it somehow drained all of my anxiety but that didn't stop me from poking my head In. My brows pulled together when the inside of the room came in sight. There was nothing all too shady about the place like my silly mind made me believe. The placement of things and the state of the room entirely made it all known to me. This is definitely an inbuilt Rage Room. I swallowed hard as I took myself in and glanced from one broken part of the wall to another and then down to the shattered pieces of glass on the corner but I refrained from reaching any closer because I still didn't have any shoes on.

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Storm, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

“Stress- what?” “Stress-release room. It was a special room, where I can release my anger. From there, I can throw glasses, bottles, or vases on the wall. There’s also a part where there’s a firing range… Only for me, of course. No one is allowed to enter my room.” He explained. “That’s nice.” Mariko complimented. “Oh, there it is.” Mariko clicked the file name and opened the file on the computer. She pressed the play button to play the video, and they watched the footage together.

Rage boiled me as I stormed into Oracle Paige’s room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mike’s disappearance? “I’ll kill you!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son’s vanishing. As I charged toward Paige, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. Despite my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

She said, "I'll decide the location. Let’s meet and talk.” "Not possible." Marco seemed to have realized that she was trying to set him up. "I'll set up the time and place. You only need to do what I say. I'll make your two kids' lives worse than death if I find out you called the police or did something else." Mona wasn't scared by his warning; in fact, it made her quite angry. She got calmer the angrier she got. "Why don't we make another deal?" "No.Tomorrow afternoon in Room 8445 of the Summer Wave Hotel. Come there alone." Marco said and then hung up.