Red Room Fifty Shades 소설 & 이야기

Aeriol answered "Can you tell me more about this red shadow and what happened?" "I went to Don Paulo, I am a regular there. We drank, sing, and dance with all the cabarets. That night Lady Grendaile asked me if we can get privacy. So we went out, we are about to go to an old room on 4th street. There is a kid who let us use a room for an hour or two and we just need to pay him a five euro." "How this room look like?" "It is painted with dark red. The bed is not fancy, more like a hospital bed. There is also a small table and chair. There is also a small sink" he explained.

She was stopped by one of them. “The sign.” Coral was confused by his words. “Pardon?” “Show me the sign.” “Pardon, but I don't know what sign you are talking about.” The two men exchanged a glance before asking her about the BOOKED sign on her phone. “Oh! That! Here's the sign” she said, showing the screen of her phone to the men. They bobbed their heads and gestured with their arms to go inside. Coral smiled short and went ahead. The lighting changed from dim to bright and sensual. The marbled floor where she could see her face clearly, walls painted in the shade of red that reminded her of the movie Fifty shades of Grey.

"Come with me." He didn't wait. He turned and walked toward the hallway that led to his private room…… the part of the mansion that I never knew existed. I followed him, my legs feeling like jelly. Every step felt like a march toward a beautiful, terrifying execution. I wanted this. I wanted him to erase Darren. I wanted him to burn away every single trace of anyone else with his own fire. He pushed open the double iron door to the bedroom. A Red Room!!! The air inside was different, cooler, smelling of expensive cedar and sin. There were all kinds of sex toys and BDSM equipment.

The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized. The red room! That was where the real freaks let loose. I went in without much hesitation. Inside was gloomy with the lights low to a bare minimum. I couldn’t see a fucking thing but I could hear everything. I waited for a minute at the corner for my eyes to get accustomed to the murky atmosphere. It didn’t take long. Some rooms looked like cubicles boxed off with curtains. Moving along the hall, I caught glimpses of bodies moving in the rooms within. This place was a horny teen’s paradise. I kept on till I got to the last room and walked in. It was empty so I settled down.

And just like that, his hand was on my neck again, harsher this time, dragging me deeper into the room. The Red Room was nothing like I expected. For one, it wasn’t even red. The entire theme screamed luxury in shades of deep, royal purple. The bed in the center was massive and circular, larger than the oversized king in his bedroom, covered in silk sheets that gleamed under low lighting. Above it, the ceiling carried a perfect mirror of equal size. A stage and its audience all in one.

"Room 5. Don't worry, as he said, he only has something important to clear with you." He? "Yes, Madame." The woman just nod. She left the office and walk her way to the Red Zone. Why here in all places? With her hands and knees shaking, she stopped when she saw the number 5 above the door in front of her. She feel nervous even more. And her heart starts to pound hard when she pushed the door to open. There's no one inside when she enter. The dim red light suffocates her. That's why she doesn't want to get into this place. It's as if she's choking and can't breathe.

the lady asked, getting anxious Pamela chuckled and folded her arms, “Don’t you think the information is too low compared to the price you received. I’m sure you must have found out how much the ring costs by now” The lady stuttered as she tried to deny the fact that she haven’t even touched the ring but when her lies were not working or adding up, she just closed her mouth. “Now tell me, what is the red room?” Pamela asked, grabbing her drink for a sip. The lady scratched her temple as she hesitated but at the end of the day, she finally spilled. “The red room is a room for the super-rich. It is another world on its own where they do whatever they want and get away with it” she started and

Massimo asked, his voice hoarse and deep. “Yes,” Logan replied, breathless. ******************** The red room was quiet, dark, and dripping in dangerous promise. Soft candlelight flickered along the crimson walls, casting shadows over shelves of leather cuffs, oils, and silk blindfolds. It was a room built for sin. Logan slowly undressed, his movements deliberately teasing. His eyes stayed locked on Massimo the entire time. Every article of clothing he peeled off was an invitation. When he lay on the padded table, chest down, he offered himself completely.