My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

Forever. I had only been to the dungeon once, and it had been the time Bellamy took me round the whole place. Even though I had questioned him on why he insisted I came down there, although I began to see little reasons now. I would know how to escape, since a tiny passage led to a narrow entrance at the top. The rooms were simply a single plain room with a heavy door and access only from a hatchway or the trapdoor in the floor of the room.

One thing was sure- he wasn't going to hurt me, so I followed. At the base of the dungeon, we stopped before a large steel door. Jake extended his arm and yanked the lever. The door creaked as it swung open, revealing a faint hallway illuminated by wavering sconces. He walked me a little bit down the path until we arrived at the inner room. I wonder what could have been hidden this deep. Could it be some sort of treasure? I thought in my mind. I gasped quietly as he turned on the lights. There, bound to the wall, wounded and barely conscious, was Caspian.

"We will see, I am sure I can make it happen, I mean I made you beg me for more in Lustful Surrender, while we are talking about this, can you stop calling this the room, or one of the rooms?" I laughed. "What does it matter what I call it?" It was a serious question. "Because it is my dungeon, sure you might not like the name, then call it the play room, because you know how much you love to play in here"

“Okay, man. I get it, you do not like me.” “You all should go into your room and get some rest because we have our first activity in a few minutes.” Mr Anderson announced. Everyone headed towards their respective rooms. I stepped towards the room and pushed the door wide open. “Not bad,” Darren said from behind me. The room was decent. It had three small beds and a small table right in the center. I walked over to the bed right next to the window and dropped my backpack on it. Alexander took the bed right next to me.

Rory whispered, and I helped push her through the door. "What are we twelve?" I snickered. She reached down and helped pull me through. The door was small, and the angle didn't make it much better. The light, even though it was dum hurt my eyes. I squinted and realized we were in a dungeon-like room. This must be the room Mathias was talking about. The floor was concrete, and sawdust seemed to hang in the air. Mechanical tools cluttered the room. They seemed to be doing some updating. The room was different than what Matthias had described. Firstly, there was no vent to crawl through, but there was a door now.

Well, I don’t care about that, I am only here for a mission, and I won’t leave until I get it right, I use the cloak to cover my dangerously long red hair before disappearing into the down ground basement. It’s dark in here, only a few candle torches dangling around the walls, there’s also a dungeon in here, Goddess, this looks like my type of place. I bring out the map and read it again. Okay, I think I am in the right place, after the dungeon is the treasure room, just a few more steps, and I will be in that fucking room. I take a few steps forward. “Hey!” I hear a rough yell from behind, and I freeze, “Who’s there?”

"Yes, do you want to join me?" He shook his head and took another slow sip. "Not tonight, son." I walked out without another word, leaving him alone to his thoughts. I was eager to begin the work I enjoyed. Let's see which wolves would break first. Making my way down two flights of stairs, I unlocked the heavy silver-reinforced door and pushed it aside. Our dungeon wasn't really a dungeon, per se, just a cement, steel-clad underground bunker with several, fun and unique torture devices.

Silence. Then, “No, you’re not.” Footsteps followed. Fast. Helter’s voice joined in, quieter. The rest of the warriors dispersed. But those three stayed. “There are hundreds of rooms here,” Rustom complained. “Why mine? I can’t sleep in a strange room.” “So my room isn’t strange?” Arnold asked calmly. “Well… your room used to be our hangout when we were kids,” Helter added. Rustom shot him a look. “That doesn’t help me at all.”

Gently, he helps me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says and piggybacks me out of the chamber. We reach the dungeon soon after. It is a distance away from Helios’ chamber and is located under the surface of the Morningstar land. The dungeon is dark, cold and deprived of sunlight. It is a living hell down here. We pass a few cells where prisoners of war and rogues are bound to the cavern walls by metal cords. Hellish faces grin at us from the shadows even as others beg for us to free them.

And then, I blacked out. When I came into, I was in a different place, in a different room, in a different location. It was dark, the four corners of the room were illuminated by a single lamp that was hanging from above and by the smell of it, the lamp still used oil as it smelled like burning oil. The bricks of the walls looked all and mossy, they were coloured in green and looked slippery. There was one door in the room, only one door and one door only. It smelled like something that was damp and old, it did not smell good at all. If put together, the place that I am in could be considered a dungeon in the Medieval Era. And since I am in a Monarchy- ruled society, it is really safe to ass