Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

I observed the room and realized there were no windows. The room's sparse furnishings—a bed and small table with a lamp—made it feel like a prison cell. The moment I spotted the door, I moved towards it and tried to open it. However, it was locked and my attempts to unlock it were futile, as it was securely shut from the outside. Since Castro and I failed to mark one another, my inability to reach him is causing me significant fear and confusion.

Wait, how am I just realizing how small this room is? How out of it have I been? Was I drugged? Am I a prisoner? Is this someone’s basement? Holy hell. This is all fucked, and I drew the Ace of Spades! I start yelling as loud as I can: “Hello, can anyone hear me? Please let me out of here!” I do this for at least thirty minutes before realizing that this room is soundproof and no one can hear out of it, and it is made this way on purpose. Oh, and also I will be murdered in this room with its’ tacky black walls. A man set this room up. There is no doubt. There is a weird light above the door of the room, which leads me to believe that the setup of the door is controlled electronically. When

reaching forward, I attempt to grab my phone but Michael pushes me backward. Rushing to my feet, the door slams in my face. A moment later the lock clicks into place followed by the sound of the heavy antique desk in the hall being pushed to block my escape from the other side. I’m trapped. “Michael Stone,” I scream, shaking the door handle. “You can’t keep me here! Let me go!” “You aren’t going anywhere, Addy,” Michael grunts, from the other side of the door as he struggles to regain his breath. “You are going to stay in your room until you’re ready to see reason.”

Self-pity crawled into my chest and I groaned as I ran a hand down my face. "I am the stupidest person alive," I announced to the ceiling. "Seriously, I will stop being such an asshole if I can get out of this room." The confined space was starting to mess with me. I wanted out of this damn locked box and I would do anything to be free. I threw my arm over my face, the scratchy five o'clock shadow on my face rubbing against my skin and irritating it. Every little thing was getting on my nerves. There was no noise in the room except the sound of my breathing and beating heart.

Without wasting a single moment he glued the phone to his ear. His pulse rose in a strange anticipation, he didn't have a good feeling about this. Before he could prepare himself to hear what had already befallen, he heard a plea, a meek and helpless one. She sounded stuck, desperately begging someone in the deadly silent room. "No...no...please...I can't...." He stood up with a jerk, letting the heavy chair fall back with a thud. He didnt say anything back, there wasnt a need to.

Mr. Grey held me up and walked me to the chair in the corner of the room, then he made me sit on it. He took the ribbon from me and looked at me with a calm smile. “The game is about to begin,” he said softly and slowly as he tied the ribbon around my wrists, gently securing me to the chair. It wasn’t tight, just enough to hold me in place. He bent down to look into my eyes. “You’ll love this moment,” he said quietly, “and you’ll remember it forever.”

I shove the last of my clothes into my battered old duffel bag and zip it up with a sigh. This is happening- I’m going to track down Hunter Graham, the famous author who vanished without a trace some months ago. My roommate and also my only friend, Jenna, leans against the doorframe of my small bedroom, arms crossed as she watches me pack with a skeptical look. “I still think this is a crazy idea, you know," she says. I roll my eyes as I toss my toiletries into another bag.

she thought. Walking around the room she didn’t notice any windows. “Damn it!” she exclaimed. There really is no escape. This room was meant for one thing only. Sex. Sex and sex only. A containment room. Meant to contain the two couples together. “No, shit! This disgusting room. I wonder how many couples have been in here,” she thought. Stella paced the room. Then she thought, “Oh, maybe there’s a hidden wall, or even a trapped door somewhere. There have to be some sort of way to get out,” she thought.

I needed to find that out. I got up from the bed and headed towards the door.I held the door handle and pulled the door but it was not opening.I tried so many times but it wasn't opening.Maybe it was locked outside. What the fuck is going on?why am I locked in here?.I was so fustrated because I needed to talk to Raymond.I won't be able to handle it if something bad happened to him. I would have thought I was kidnapped if I wasn't familiar with this room, maybe the door was mistakenly locked or it had a problem.

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…