Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

And yet. As she walked toward her apartment building, she couldn't stop hearing his voice inside her head. "Because you're the only woman I've wanted around for longer than a few nights." Marilyn unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside. The apartment was dark. But somehow it no longer felt the same. She placed her purse on the table and stood in the middle of the living room, thinking. The ring caught the light again. And for the first time since leaving the hospital, Marilyn found herself wondering something she hadn't allowed herself to consider before.

The only thing I can see is the outline of mountains in the distance. I don’t know where I am. I stagger away from the window, looking around the room until I find something that I can break the glass with. I’m determined to get out of here even though I’m from a higher floor. I find a candelabra, but as I grab it, I realize that it’s glued to the table. I take a look at the poker next to the fireplace, but even that seems to be glued in its place. It’s driving me insane. Everything is glued into place. Nothing in the room can help me escape. I try to ram my fist into the glass but it just budges, with pain spreading in my wrists from my knuckles.

The next morning: I wake up a little confused. I’m laying on a bed that is way harder than I am use to. As I wake up more I have flashes of a swing, ropes, toys, and a very long night. I smile at this and start to get up but find out that I cannot get up, I am still tired to the bed in our playroom. One of the rules we have for the playroom is I am not aloud to talk in the playroom unless to say my safe word. Trey did this shit on purpose. I roll my eyes and then here the intercom come on. “ Keep rolling your eyes Ava and I will come in there.” I huh and look up at the ceiling. So he wants to play dirt today, the longer he keeps me here the worse it will be for him. Last time I mysteriously

“There is food. Eat. You won’t be going home anytime soon, Viola.” He left the room and shut the door behind him. I was sure it was locked on the other side but I had to try anyway. I pushed, and nothing. ‘Vex? Can we mind link anyone from here?’ ‘No, something is blocking us.’ I growled in frustration. This was absolutely not what I had in mind when I said I would be bait. The room I was locked in was grey, not very big, included a cot, and a chair. The door had a square of glass that if I broke, I could maybe get through, but I wasn’t actually sure if I would fit.

Then that would be stuck to me too, so I held it in and tried to breath normally. I barely noticed the motion as my platform moved backward into a small room. The room was dimly lit and the walls looked like large screens. My arms were trembling from being held out so long and I was slumped against my invisible bonds. For the moment my adrenaline was exhausted and so was I. The five men walked casually into the room while the lady with the tentacle followed them.

"Room 404, Room 404! Stacy sang as they search for the room. Being a primitive hotel, it had no functional elevator. Jason sighed consecutively while following Stacy. They got to a room which had 403 on it. Stacy became happy and made to go to the next door which will definitely be Room 404. when the Room 403 door In front of her, opened slowly revealing two people about to make out. "Ewww" she muttered. "Would you get your ass-freaking self out of my front door!" A man yelled while a woman inside lowered her head, hiding her face. She was only in her bra and pant.

The room had nothing else besides loads of hand cuffs, rope and other things used to restrain something…or someone… As if perfectly programmed, the large door slowly slid close when the two of us were inside the room. The door locked itself and I felt trapped inside the cube-shaped room with Hayden. Doors and walls made of steel; it was like I was inside a very large elevator. My heart began beating faster and harder inside my chest as I looked around. He doesn’t intend to keep me here, does he?

Nothing. Had a janitor locked up without checking the room? It seemed too targeted. I pounded on the door. "Open up! There’s someone in here! Hey!" The hallway stayed silent. "Shit." I turned around, looking for a way out. There were two other doors. One was locked. The other was a supply closet. A dead end. I grabbed my phone and messaged Andre. HENRY: You aren't going to believe this. Some prick just locked me in the tactical room.

I laid on the bed in the room they had locked me in, having me strapped to the bed like some criminal. I was tired and exhausted, I no longer had the strength to fight back or scream and wail. I stared at the ceilings, feeling utterly dejected, like a total stranger in my mind.

" In an instant, her face went bright red as though she was being strangled. There was a series of mocking chuckles coming from the other end of the call. Theo was not the only person who heard her emotional speech. "I know that girl. She's always trying to seduce guys left and right. She's positively starving for a man's affection." "She's so manipulative and ugly. I knew she was rather sick in the head, but I didn't think she'd be like this while acting all meek and fragile in public." "What rotten luck to have such a roommate."