Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

I forced my eyes open. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds, casting a weak, jaundiced glow in the room. The faulty—yet, slightly active—bulb in the room is the only reason I think this tatty room hasn't been completely abandoned over generations. My breath quickened, a trembling rush rattled in my chest. In this strange room, there are no windows. There are no doors visible from this angle. Not even a single source for ventilation! It's just a bed—a narrow metal frame with a thin mattress whose sheets are stiff beneath my back. And strapped to the tethered mattress are ropes. Brown ropes, I think. They're thick, unforgiving, and are cutting into my skin with eve

I followed him. He climbed the stairs and entered his room, he slammed the door. "Hubby wait for me.hey open the door" I said and tried to open the door of his room. "What are you doing here?!" "Heheh can I hang out in your room? It's boring because I don't have anyone with me in my room. I only talk to myself, I feel like an idiot." "You're really stupid." I looked at him badly, he was terrible!

I groaned in frustration and mentally kicked myself for being so foolish as to allow him into my room in the first place. I scanned the room, searching for something—anything—that could give me the strength to deal with the heavy, snoring monster next to me. But then, my eyes stretched even wider, and it hit me like a slap in the face. Shit. It wasn’t even my room. What? This couldn’t get any worse. I had to get out of here. I had to. I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that I was stuck in this situation for now. Trying to make the best of it, I shifted my body slightly, adjusting to the weight of Vector’s arm and leg.

I felt him go very still at that, the specific stillness of a kid bracing for a decision to be made about him rather than with him, which I understood and didn't have time to fix right then. I eased the door shut again. Looked around the room properly for the first time since waking — really looked, the way I'd have looked at any space I was responsible for protecting someone in. Stone walls. One door. No window. No second way out. A room like this wasn't a room you defended. It was a room you got trapped in, the kind interior teams loved clearing because everyone inside had already run out of directions to go. "This isn't a good room," I said, mostly to myself.

She rushed over and yanked the quilt out of my arms. "No! You can't leave!" she exclaimed. "Why not? Does she owe you money or something?" asked my new roommate, Serena Zander. She was a nice girl with her hair in a high ponytail. Sia was flushed red, but she could not explain herself. She scowled and blocked the exit in the end, she said, "No, that's not it… I don't care. You're not allowed to leave!" Serena did not understand, but I knew exactly what Sia was thinking.

Squeezing into the sheets. Body was curled up in agony. Tears lined up at my temple. My shaky hands found his elbows. I pushed. Hard. I wanted to flee. To get out of the room and never return. But my strength failed me. He warned me. He fucking did. I thought I could handle him. Take his fully erect dick like a big girl. But it was hell trying to fit the cap in. I shivered. My cries are louder than before. My thighs pressed together. His dick got stuck.

Even so, by the time I'd gathered every clue and finished listening, a long stretch had passed since I'd woken up. Unbelievable… I've already gone through this many loops… "This is the nineteenth cycle," I murmured to myself. "But who knows how many times I can loop before it ends?" My mind kept circling the word bathroom. It was the last thing I'd said before dying in my previous loop. It had to mean something. It could even be the key to escaping. "Could there be a hidden door in the bathroom? A way out?" I searched every inch, but found nothing.

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

When the team gathered around, Coach turned to them with a sigh. “Bad news, boys. Booking error on our end. We’re short a few rooms. Most of you are doubled up as planned, but…” He glanced at Liam and Raphael. “You two only have one room left. King bed. Deal with it like captains. We’ll sort it out after the game.” Liam’s stomach dropped. A king bed. One room. With Raphael. Raphael just shrugged, looking far too calm. “We’ll manage.” Liam didn’t trust himself to speak. He grabbed his key card and headed to the elevator without another word.

So I wait every night for her to retreat to her room and once I am sure she is asleep, then I move to restock my food and energy supplies. Since I don't have much to do in my room, either I work out, play games, or I am cleaning. Yes, I am cleaning my room. So what? Not every guy is a pig when it comes to his room. But it is starting to get boring. I think even my best friend is getting sick of me moaning about the situation. But who can blame him. Since I have nothing to do, I bug him all day long. And I mean it literally.