My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

He took her hand again, carefully, gently and whispered into the dim room. "You broke me once, Nancy. But God help me... I don't think I can watch you break again." His thumb brushed her knuckles. The room fell into silence. Nancy slept. Arjun stayed. And the past they never spoke of sat between them, finally awake. _____________ On the other hand, Ryker was already at the place where he was ready to unleash the devil inside him. He was ready to taste blood again but in a little more crueler way but not cruel enough to end his prey. The dungeon was the place no one in the country knew existed. A forgotten underground chamber beneath the old horse stables- cold stone walls, rusted rings hamme

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Which is the facade of an old house, a long dark wooden double door, above it hangs a sign with the logo of the place, a pomegranate surrounded by a circle of rope, the idea was mine, by the way. As soon as you enter the innocent little house, you will find a reception area. The space is small, containing two desks, where you will be attended by a friendly couple, who, according to your wishes, will ask a button to escort you to your appropriate destination. For example, the private bedrooms are called dungeons, in case you attend with company. But if you want to meet someone new and start your role-play, you can enter the common area, or as I call it, the lobby, which is actually called the

Jamal felt like the odd one in their midst and he kept trailing behind, deliberately walking slowly while the four led the way to the dungeon which was situated at the heart of the pack land. The dungeon was a tall building with just two rooms: a prison cell and an office. Jamal had never been to the office before and he could not tell if the smaller room was actually an office or just a made-up lie by the pack members of the Blood-Moon pack. The dungeon was a sacred place to go and no one planned to be there but everyone was curious to know what was in the second room opposite the prison cell. Many pack members had made up stories about that room but Jamal was not ready to find out if it wa

“I need to go. Make sure one of you is with her for the whole time.” When I took the lift to the dungeon, one of the war team was already waiting for me in the hall of the dungeon. The dungeon was actually just our term for a three-level basement that Zephyr had built to maximise the use of the hideout. The north dungeon is right below the dorm. It’s for the lab and also the clinic.

All I have to do is convince Mona that she needs me, and maybe she can convince the Council to let me stay with her. This plan may be more difficult than I thought, considering I'm stuck in the dungeon. The place isn't too bad, with our cell having four beds and a decent bathroom. The floor and walls seem to be made of solid rock and the room is sparsely decorated. It reminds me of the hotel we stayed in, except the doors have bars. "Ray, what did you do?" Jake asks Ray as he examines a small hole in the wall. "Have you tried drilling into the walls?

Broken racks and wooden crates lay scattered across the floor, covered in thick layers of dust. The air smelled like mold and old iron. Darius glanced around. “We’re inside.” My pulse thundered in my ears. Above us, faint sounds echoed through the ceiling. I could hear footsteps, voices, and metal clanging. Draven lowered the lantern again. “The dungeon corridor should be through that door.” A narrow wooden door stood on the far side of the room. I stepped toward it slowly. My hand rested on the handle and for a second I hesitated. Everything we were about to do balanced on the other side of that door.

Opening the door, you are again transformed into a different world. The music was in a rhythm of a heart that beats just before the pleasure exploded. Standing next to me, Rebecca’s eyes wander around as we take in the scene before us. Submissives are hanging from the roof in cages. “Hi Serafino, here to play?” I hear a voice at the back of me. Turning, I looked at Rick. He was the DM or Dungeon Master. “Just showing Rebecca here what it looks like in here,” I told him. “Well, you know the rules, make yourselves at home”. He turns and leaves. Stepping further into the dungeon, you could see the rooms marked private and the social area where Dom’s sat with their subs at their feet. Walking pa

She is the Luna Queen and has much to do than listen to the concerns of a huntress who is struck in this situation. I looked around the room, and it was decent. Truth be told, it is looking like a fucking luxury suite after living so many days in those dungeons. The room is not huge or anything like that. It had a small bed and a table and chair on one side. There is a window in between. I walked there and breathed a deep, long breath. The view of the forest calmed me a lot.

I answered. "Well that curiosity of yours is going to get us killed." She warned but I shut her off. That's just how I am even though it lands me in trouble. I trailed behind them for I while, keeping a safe distance between me and them so I wouldn't be caught. We entered a room which looked like an underground lair. I guess this is the dungeon. I hid behind the door and watched Damian closely. I saw he walk towards a man that looked beaten almost to death.