Novel & Cerita R Kelly Trapped In The Closet Chapter 12

William knew I was using him and he also thought I wanted him to like me. Forget lunch. I needed to leave as soon as possible. I stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I’d forgotten to mention just how huge the rooms were as well as the bathroom and closet. The bedroom was big and spacious, but the closet was even bigger than the room. I didn’t have that many things. I hadn’t hung up my clothes yet but I knew they wouldn’t cover one-fifth of the closet. It made me curious to see what the master’s room was like. I wanted to see his closet. I wanted to know if it was filled up. It was crazy and quite dangerous to my heart but I wanted to know a lot about him.

Chapter 7 WHO ARE YOU? CHARITY... Rachel unlocked the door of her house gently, trying not to make a sound due to the probability of Clarke being asleep. The model thought she would maneuver her way into the house without making a sound but unfortunately for her Clarke was alert, sitting and waiting for his wife to return home. "30 minutes, you said......." Goosebumps rose on her skin when she heard his infuriated masculine voice. " I encountered a traffic dilemma" her voice shuddered a little.

he raised his head signaling he was talking to Joy, who obediently did just as she was told. In a bid to make sure the door was locked, she even had to open it with her hands as a form of confirmation for Mr. Stanley. Joy knew Rachael was outside and could only hope she did something because somehow they were trapped. Mr. Stanley requested the key which was thrown to him. He moved backward as the others began following him. "Stop. The only person allowed to follow me is him," he glared at them. "Me," Kevin asked as he nodded. "Yes, you, because you will have to drive us to where we can escape from this place," Kevin simply frowned, as he began thinking of ways to outsmart Mr. Stanley.

When Stephanie finally arrived in her room she lay comfortably on her bed recalling all the terrifying stuffs that happened lately and promised her, child no one can come between them ever Audrey isn't the forgiving type after what Marcel did to Stephanie he wasn't going to forgive easily when he went to campus the next day he stayed outside waiting for Marcel the moment he saw Marcel with his friends going inside he recalled what Marcel did to Stephanie and shout out marcel name Marcel recalled the beating he got from Audrey and started shaking his friends were around he decided to act tough what do you want Audrey brown he yelled some nerve you have Audrey yelled as he punch Marcel, he wan

The next week had been the worst she had ever had, the punishment seemed to go on forever. She didn't get to go to school for that week. Kelly had called the school to say she was sick, also she called the visitation center to tell them Stacy was sick, they both seemed to buy it. The closet was dark as the light bulb had burnt out, Kelly didn't come check on her, neither did anyone else, did they even notice she was gone? She hadn't eaten besides the peppers she was forced to eat. It had already been about five days that she had been in the closet, her stomach was rumbling, she could barely talk and her mouth was so dry. She had heard someone come down the stairs Stacy stumbled back into the

She peaked at his face and found him fast asleep, then she bent and kissed his forehead. “Hello. I'm in, but I have a condition if we're going to let this happen,” Kelly said. She called someone after that and once the person answered the call, she left the room to speak to them in private. “I am ready. I'll see you tomorrow,” Kelly said with so much hesitation as she pulled her clothes off and wore another pair of clothes before sneaking out of the house. However what she doesn't know was that Arthur was very much awake and aware of his surroundings. He heard the conversation she said with someone and saw her leaving the house.

KELLY'S POV I sat down there weeping because it was the only thing I could do at the moment. I felt so vulnerable and subjected that I knew that there was nothing I could do. I was locked up in a room though furnished and arranged like he had been expecting my arrival and he had predicted everything that was going to happen. I was even surprised that he even gave me a room because I was expecting him to lock me up in a düngen or something. I looked around for a route to escape but there didn’t seem to be any. The windows were shut and locked from the outside but he still made sure the room was well ventilated.

I raised my brows because I did not understand what he was trying to say. "Take your friend and leave," he whispered. "Leave, Why?" "Just take her and leave; trust me, you do not want her to stay and see what is going to happen next." I nodded, then grabbed Kelly's hand and said, "Come on." She tried to struggle, but I dragged her, not giving her room for any resistance. I dragged her straight to her room and pushed her onto the bed. She was quiet, which was unlike her; she was only this quiet on rare occasions. Like the first day she arrived at Midnight Pack, the day after Stephen tried to put his hands on her.

Noah screamed in his head. But he didn't hear Kelly scream in anger or anything so he went inside quickly. Kelly was standing in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the closet. Noah stepped in front of her but the closet was empty. Well, that's surprising, he thought. His room was small with only one closet. Where did Serena go? Was she in the bathroom? As if Kelly had the same thought so she stormed towards the bathroom. "Kelly wai..." he started to say but stopped as she was already inside. It was too late to stop her anyway.

Once the Twins had Tash’s address they let Kelly go back to the apartment but then they changed their minds and followed her. Frustrated because they had not got the relief they wanted from Tash they decided a session with Kelly was just what they needed. As soon as they walked into the apartment Kelly knew what they wanted and turned to face them, ‘Take off your clothes and get on your knees’