Red Room Fifty Shades 소설 & 이야기

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

“I had this made the night you moved in. It unlocks every room in this penthouse. Including the one I’ve never let anyone else enter.” “The room with the locked red door?” I asked. He nodded once. “Go open it.” I padded through the dark, bare feet silent across marble. My hands were trembling as I fit the key into the door I’d been warned never to touch. It opened soundlessly. Inside… Candles. A massive, four-poster bed with restraints on every corner. A velvet chaise. A mirrored ceiling. And walls lined with carefully selected toys, whips, chains, blindfolds, clamps.

The problem is, when she gets drunk, what happens? Bella got up from the bed. Until she remembered what happened, it seemed like Bella wouldn't be able to sleep. She walked back and forth. “Drunk and…” The woman closed her eyes. “Red room.” Her eyes immediately opened. She's glaring! Bella didn't know whether what was in her memory was true or not. But she remembered that there was a room in this mansion. A secret room full of mysteries. Rooms with shades of red and black dominate. "Yes. That room.”

I may have had a bit too much to drink, a pleasant buzz, but I’m certainly not incapacitated. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I followed in. The room was dimmer than the other room. But just enough to see the big box that could fit five people sitting in the middle of the bed. My eyes swept the room. A deep shade of red painted the room, leaving it almost dark. The red room felt intensely sensual. A dark, romantic ambiance filled the space, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and a hint of something sweet and forbidden. My eyes rested back on the black box lying on the bed with a red lace tied in a ribbon around the box.

No words passed between them, yet something silent and unmistakable moved there all the same. Recognition. Possibility. As though Master Damian had just discovered a piece that might fit perfectly into a puzzle only the Leather Brothers could see. And somehow… Ruby had the strange feeling she’d just been noticed for far more than a simple first visit. The Red Room The heartbeat of Fantasy. The Red Room pulsed with lust, pain, and exquisite surrender beneath deep crimson lighting and mirrored walls that reflected every shiver, every gasp, every command. Velvet drapery framed massive leather restraint platforms while polished steel rings gleamed from walls and floors alike.

It's just a test in which one of us will give in. -"In at least fifty shades." ** Ethan unlocks the door to the red room as slowly as he can. His hands work skillfully on the lock as he stares at me. His gaze is dark, the embodiment of the sexual demon he is when he's inside this room. "Here's what I want you to wear," he says. I nod, and receive a repressive look.

, he declared while closing the access behind him. They found themselves in a room with thick stone walls. There was no window, and only the artificial light of a neon tube illuminated the place. The place might have seemed cold at first, but a thick carpet had been laid on a French floor. A table for eight people was in the middle of the room, and on the side stood a drink cart with two bottles of water on it. Emmanuelle suddenly stiffened before shooting a panicked look at Harry. "What is it, Mate?" the redhead immediately asked.

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