My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Well, I fell asleep not too long ago and there isn’t anything jarring except you. And you didn’t wake me up. So I guess we are here, aren’t we. Sucks to suck.” For a moment, I thought he was going to pitch a fit. After looking around at the room we were in, he came over and plopped down next to me on the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my chin on it. Something I couldn’t do since I grew boobs but in this little form I could. “Where are we?” “We are in the dungeon. Obviously.” He huffed. “Thanks, smart ass. You’re worse than some of the teens I deal with skipping school.”

Chapter: 26. ****** A relief sigh escaped all five mouths when the rumbling stopped and the stones parted to reveal what looked like an old study room. A few of the bookcases have been overturned, and their contents are strewn across the dirty room. A smoking corpse lies in a black circle filling the room with its horrid stench. Mikey carried his lover and walked over into the strange open room that looked like a dungeon with different torture devices neatly lined out on both sides of the walls.

“We need a room, just for the night.” The woman hesitated. “Most rooms are under maintenance, sir.” As they talked, I still felt a strange sense that her gaze felt more in recognition. Maybe she knows me and knows I'm wanted… I swallowed hard and looked away. Damien leaned on the counter slightly, lowering his voice just enough to project calm authority. “We don’t need much. Just somewhere to rest for a few hours.” The woman’s eyes softened “Alright,” she murmured, sliding an old metal key across the counter. “Room 6. It’s… not fancy.”

Echoes of my scream fills the metal room as I try to get him out of my head even when I know how pointless it is— I have lost count of the number of days that I had to sit on a filthy ground and embrace the cold that this room shoves to me. Rusty stinks of blood lingers around my nostrils, the vile odor of rotten fish and feces claiming the air. Yet, I have no choice than to breathe it all in. The dungeon is just a little, square space—not large enough for me to stretch my legs in front of me. I even barely get fresh air since there is no suitable window. All I have is a small opening at the top of the room, which I am told is for undeserved mercy.

The rest blistered off by the silver shackles. I push open the door to the dungeon and fall forward onto a dusty hardwood floor. I seem to be in a small abandoned packhouse. I drag myself up the stairs and find a bedroom with a dirty, ancient looking mattress on the floor. I can't catch my breath, each one is more short and ragged than the last. I close the door and lock it, then collapse onto the mattress. The edges of my vision turn dark. "Saint, I can't move. I can't get up. We're dying. Th-this is the end, buddy."

At that we all laughed, breaking a lot of the tension of the last few minutes. Kaz nuzzled the top of my shoulder, licking at the tooth mark he'd left there the night before. "Well," he said. "We could go down to the Dungeon Club for a while. I did reserve one of the private playrooms, but our reservation isn't until midnight." "The Dungeon Club?" I asked. That wasn't listed on the hotel floor plan. The idea of a private playroom - now that sounded intriguing since I was certain neither of these guys would try to make me do anything I didn't like. Midnight, however, was a few hours away.

Next I hear the sound of a lock being opened and I am surprised to find myself in a room inside the dungeon which was different than the other rooms. There was surprisingly no stink here. The walls covered in grey cement and no windows anywhere. Yet what surprised me more was when he literally throws me down and I find myself landing on a soft mattress. My body bouncing up , to come to a still. As I squirm pressing my thighs together. Trying to get up. " This is a special cell. No one comes here except me." " Now you will lay here and try to remember what you have forgotten." " And once you do remember? Just mindlink me and I will come. Okay?"

I grab his hand, pull him up, and march to the basement door. “If you’re going to kill me, let me call my mom first.” I chuckle, flip on the light, and lead him downstairs. “If I were killing you, I wouldn’t do it here,” I say as we navigate the maze of rooms and hallways. “What is this place?” “My dungeon.” His eyes widen. “Like a sex dungeon? I’ve heard you people do stuff like that.” “You people?” I furrow my brow as we reach the door. “Rich people.” I roll my eyes—of course.

"Yeah, what's wrong? The safest place to store weapons is where you never think there will be violence, let alone murder. My army of darkness also comes from churches like this that are thousands of years older." Rain was stunned but didn't say much. She just watched while imagining what kind of weapon the man was looking for. Unexpectedly, the floor in front of Jace, which was covered with runes, was a door leading to a dungeon. There was a niche that wasn't too deep and not too wide but enough for an adult human to enter. "Would you like to wait here? If you're scared, you can come with me downstairs." Rain immediately backed away in fear. "No, I'd better stay here and wait for you to fini

The room is damn small looking like a basement where you can hardly stand upright without your head touching the ceiling. Let's not talk about the size that could barely fit in two people, this looks……. In Fact, a dungeon is much better. Placing Allen on a piece of shreds of clothes that we were able to find there, we both sat inside. It was damn uncomfortable but is not like we can do anything……… Just for tonight. Just for tonight, just for tonight and we will flee away. I kept repeating it inside my head just to console myself that I will be okay.