My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

Instead, I sent another message. Me: I’m outside your hostel. Come down. Five minutes. That’s all. Still nothing. I paced under the shelter near the entrance. A girl with bright red hair stepped out, Angelina, her roommate. She spotted me and grinned like she already knew everything. “You must be Wesley,” she said, looking me up and down. “Samantha just came in looking like she got chased by the devil. Or kissed by one.” I gave her a small smile. “That obvious?”

It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever come across in my long painful and boring life. “Wow.” Crystal breathed as we opened the private room on the same floor that overlooked a very giant play station, which was another floor deeper into the ground. Talk about a basement that had had a basement. Fomr what I was told, the Dungeon was 4 floors into the ground; and I couldn't begin to imagine the money that must have been used to construct all of that opulence. There were about 6 private rooms (which looked more like VIP booths considering that they just had three walls, and a railing towering over the stage.) on this floor and others that went further deeper into the ground.

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

I walk into my downstairs office, where I always keep a change of clothes, and I take off my robe and put on a black T-shirt and blue jeans. I walk out of the house and take the car so I can get to the dungeon fast. The dungeon is under the main building. It was built into the secret passageways that run under the pack, but the main building and the Alpha's house are the only entrances into it. I park my car in front of the building and Lachlan is waiting outside for me. “If you're out here, who's down there with them?” I asked him as we walked inside.

I tell her before closing down the link. I very slowly pull back the curtain of the first room I come to. It’s the same as the one Robert and I have been assigned, and this one has two boys sleeping in it. It’s difficult to see them clearly in the dim light, but I’m almost certain neither of them are Archie or Dillon. I back out and make my way deeper into the tunnel. The stale air seems to become thicker with every step I take and the smell of the damp earth intensifies. The next room seems to be a storage space. Crates are stacked up, I don’t stop to check their contents.

“Do you want to go to our appointment with us?” He whispered something into her ear and she grinned deviously, before shifting her gaze to Trey and worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “That sounds like a plan.” “Plan?” Trey questioned. “What plan?” “That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Reagan said. From the outside, Jace’s house looked like any ordinary million-dollar Georgian-styled six-bedroom, eight-bathroom home—huge, paned windows, brick walls, black shutters, and a portico—but once a person stepped into the basement, all signs of normalcy vanished. The dungeon was separated into several rooms. Trey, Reagan, and Ethan were currently in the receiving room. The walls were painte

glistened against the dark cruel Aura of Silvermoon Pack as we head toward the dungeon which happens to be opposite the brothel. At the last minute ,I decided against the lethal dungeon since she is not a criminal …more like a special prisoner as I took her to the last ,less frequently used room towards the end of the brothel where my men go to pleasure themselves. The room still looks very much like the dungeon regardless but this one has a hard small bed and no chains. “Alpha Aiden, What are you going to do to her now?” Asked Betta Connor, my most trusted soldiers and the consigliere of my Mafia clan.

But then he taps on a wall switch and the wall splits into two, opening up to a room I had no idea existed behind the walls. "Home sweet home." He says, putting me down and I almost fall to the ground. He brought me to a... "Where is this place?" I ask him, my eyes sweeping over the red fully equipped room. "A sex dungeon." He replies casually. "Do not let the room bother you. I only brought you here to prevent getting interrupted and eavesdropped on." He places me on top of a high stool and stands before me. Finding my neck and jawline, he rains sensual praises on them with his lips and hums happily. "Try to ignore this room as much as you can."

On the table, fixed at the center of the room, was a tray that contained meals and different kinds of fruits. The floor was covered in a cashmere carpet and the room smelt like lavender. Until now, I didn't notice the setting and I knew for sure that Derek was behind it. This was in no way like every other dungeon, not even the dungeons of the Crimson Pack. Someone had put in work to make it look this good. Dungeons were normally kept for offenders and they almost always looked like the most inhabitable place. Seeing how much work was done to make the one I was in look almost habitable, I couldn't help but wonder what Derek was up to.

It was a dungeon, but it was more like a simple room that hadn't been decorated much. The room was not large, so when I looked up, I had a panoramic view. There was a table, a chair, a bed, and a toilet in the room. There was also a water dispenser in the corner! It was just that the lights were too bright! It was even a bit harsh! For just a moment, I felt a bit sour in my eyes. I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes, wondering why the lights in the dungeon were so bright.