Pin Against Wall Novels & Stories

“Thank you. For trusting me with this. With all of it.” “Always.” He stood, kissing me softly. “I need to finish these contracts. But go ahead and get the pin. Try it on. Let me know if you need help figuring out how it works.” I walked to our bedroom after he sat back down. I pressed the left side of the frame as Xander had instructed. It swung open smoothly, revealing a digital safe set into the wall. I entered the combination carefully. The safe clicked, the lock disengaging. I pulled the door open.

But not tonight. I moved toward the other door, the one that promised escape. As I got closer, I could see it more clearly. Unlike the bookshelf entrance, this door was smooth and seamless, made of the same material as the walls. If you didn't know it was there, you would never notice it. And there, set into the wall beside it at shoulder height, was a small panel. Two buttons, clearly labeled: LOCK and OPEN. It was simple, elegant, and perfectly hidden unless you knew where to look.

I've lost count of how many times I heard as a bone broke. I hear a click of metal as they unclamp the pole that is attached the ceiling horizontal. Unlocking it so it can move. I feel as the pole that the chains are attached to spin so that I'm now face the wall and move backwards away from the wall before they lock it back in place.

S2 She gave up as she was unable to hear him still standing closer to the door. He pushed the door with his right hand in the knob trying to open it with force but he couldn't. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself. The fear wasn't for people because there was no one in the hall way where she was locked. Just CCTV cameras he didn't want it to look as if he was trying to break in. He picked a pin from the side of the Jacket, in his profession, that pin was always handy. He wondered for a while why he didn't think about the pin earlier.

When it’s clear that no one is coming, I shut the book and quietly push it back onto the shelf. I quietly head to the far side of the room, where the entrance to the restricted section looms in the corner, caged behind the familiar wrought iron bars and an old padlock. I reach into my skirt pocket and pull out a thin silver pin I slipped from my mother’s vanity this morning. My fingers tremble slightly as I kneel by the lock. Please work. Please work. Please work. The pin slips on the first few tries, and I have to wipe my sweaty palm against my thigh before trying again. Come on!

Kory almost complied to that idea, but the sudden cry made her rush into the room. Unfortunately for her, Thane's door isn't like any other; it's an automatic door that can't be opened using a normal key, Instead, a pin is inputted into the small keyboard like column. “What the hell is his pin!?” Kory itched her hair, frustrated. She tried too many combinations, but none worked. Kory was relentless; she kept inputting in gibberish until it actually gave way. She didn’t even remember what she inputted. “Yes…!” she gushed and pushed the door open. There, she met a girl around her age chained to the wall.

Then laughter again. I pressed my ear to the wall. The voices started to slur, words dissolving into sleepy murmurs. It was time. I reached under my sleeve and pulled out the pin. It was bent, slightly rusted, but it gleamed faintly in the dim light of the torch outside my door. I slipped it through the crack in the wall and whispered, “Anna, catch.” There was a small scrape of metal, and then a faint “Got it.” Now came the hard part….. getting through the wall.

​Near the base of the frame, my fingers struck a tiny, raised iron latch embedded into the wall’s mortar line. ​I pressed hard against the latch. A faint metallic click echoed behind the glass, and a narrow section of the wood paneling adjacent to the mirror popped open by an inch, revealing a hidden wall cavity built directly into the granite structure. ​Holding my breath, I pulled the narrow wooden panel fully open.

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The pins are made for soil. I’m in a hard rocky cave. I take deep breaths. Alright, I can do this! I take the first pin, gather as much pressure as I can and drive it into the ground. I need to put them in from one wall of the cave to the other. There are six of them. One down. Two… Three… … “Did I fall asleep?” I drag my heavy body across the cave floor. Four… Five… Yes! The final one. I gather my strength for the last time, ready to stab the ground when: