Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

She spoke again, but this time he only heard three words. 'Trapped, freezing, room.' Without wasting any more time, he dashed inside as fast as he could and hurried towards the freezing room. He knew it was someone who locked her up. He finally got to the door. He grabbed the door knob and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He stepped back and kicked the door with his bad leg; the door didn't open. He kicked it over and over again until the door lock broke.

The bang it creates echoes through the room. “Fuck!” How the hell am I going to get out of this? I grumble to myself. I yank and twist my arms, trying to jiggle the latch loose, but all I manage to do is make the zip ties bury themselves deeper into my wrists. The feel of warm stickiness trailing down my arms forces me to stop my struggling efforts. I’m stuck until nightfall and then death follows. One way or another.

I crawled and crept, scrubbing over the walls with my fingers, feeling for anything other than a plain stoned wall. Several minutes had gone by and I had lost hope of finding anything that would help me out. I sat by the wall and heaved sigh after sigh. It didn't help that these walls were soundproof. Even if I screamed my lungs out, no one would hear me. The room suddenly became increasingly warm, up until I was drenched in sweat. "What's going on?" I asked myself in panic as the heat intensified. I banged on the door with all the might I could muster while the lights suddenly began the rapidly flicker on and off.

She feels he’s a busy man and probably needs his personal space. The mini office was the last room by the corridor on the passage way, she left their room and hurried towards the door. She needed to be fast. she got to the door and as usual it was locked. Her heart kept thumping because she feels she might actually get caught, she wasn’t used to being this sneaky. She kept forcing the door handle but of course the door wouldn’t budge because it was locked, it needed a key. What do you do when you’re trying to get into someone’s room and you don’t have a key? You use the whole ol’l jam and jiggle technique with a bobby pin.

I wrinkled my nose and tightened my arm around Devon's waist. "Let's just find our room." I murmured to the barely awake and standing Devon. He grunted and I quickly moved us ahead, searching the room numbers until I finally got to the one which said room number 26. "Just hold on to me." I said as I pulled out the keys and jammed it into the lock, trying to turn it but it was stuck. I gritted my teeth and tried turning it again but it just made a stupid creaking sound. "Stupid, stupid lock!" I hissed.

he asked looking around as he assessed the walls next to us, “Should I try to break this and we can try escaping from here.” “Even if we get out from there we will be able to walk for some distance and then once again be unable to go any further than that. Since we are stuck in a sphere that is the case for whichever direction we try to proceed in. The only place where we can go to, is the center of this ball and that is the room where we had been caged,” I explained leaning against the wall wondering what I could do. “Guess we should take it easy then. It’s her who needs us then she’ll have to come to us soon. No point in wasting our energy over something that we cannot do anything about,”

The room was small, claustrophobic, the air stale and heavy. My heart pounded as I sat up, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. Where am I? I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled beneath me, weak and unsteady. I stumbled forward, my hands reaching out to steady myself. The floor was cold, the walls bare. There were no windows. No way out. Panic surged through me, sharp and overwhelming. I ran to the door, yanking on the handle, but it didn’t budge. Locked.

Gideon grumbled as he flung open a door at the end of the hall, pushing me into the room. "I will be back soon. Do whatever it is fucking parasites do when they're locked in a box." Gideon didn't say anything else as he slammed the door in my face. A light click sounded, letting me know that I was locked in here. 'At least this is better than being tortured.' The voice added as I stared at the large white door. It had a point. At least I wasn't being tortured. I was locked in a room, alone, with more than enough time to think. 'Or unlock more secrets inside your head.'

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,