Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

The room was built to withstand anything—soundproof, bulletproof, blastproof, and fireproof. I quickly opened my laptop and began trying to crack the passcode for the security room door. My first attempt failed. Undeterred, I kept going. The locking system was more difficult to hack than I had anticipated. After ten failed attempts, frustration boiled over, and I angrily slammed my laptop shut. The sound echoed in the silence, and I quickly looked around, relieved that no one was there to notice.

"The r-room number is 402 on the f-fourth floor." "Alright, I'm coming." "W-Wait!" "Why?" "I'm t-taking a shower, so shut up and stay in the lobby!" "That's a pain in a-" "..." She hung up again! Women are a massive pain in the ass! I'm just coming over to discuss the operation! Obviously, there isn't anything else on her mind? She's supposed to be a straightforward she-gorilla with a brother complex, so what's up with her lately? |...|

Not that I am in any rush to sleep with anyone. The only issue is that I’m still stuck in this stupid room until he gets back. The cage might be gilded, but it is a cage all the same. I just wish I could have a small amount of freedom, but I guess that won’t happen. I might be stuck in this room forever. That’s not a situation I want to be in. Ever.

He's leaning there like he's enjoying the picture in the mirror. " Hey, what are you staring at? Are you a pervert?" I shouted at him but instead of leaving me alone, he quickly gets inside my room and locked the door after him. I stood there and tried to move away from him but my legs seem stuck on the surface of the floor like it was glued by a bulldog's shoe glue brand, known as the super glue. " What are you trying to do? I'm your sister!" My trembling voice echoes inside the four pillars of my room.

I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. I was lying on the floor in a small room with no furniture and a metal door on the other side. The room was nearly identical to the one Sylvester had kept me in. I pushed myself up and stood up, almost passing out from the throbbing pain in the back of my head. I stumbled over to the door, tripping twice over my dress. When I realized the door was locked, I tried to open it but was unsuccessful. "She's awake, boss." Someone on the other side of the door said.

He gets closer to me, “Now, get up. We don’t have all day.” I don’t have the energy to argue right now, so I get up, slowly, limping on my injured feet. He notices the limp, but says nothing. He heads for the door with me behind him. We step into the hallway, and I finally get to look at where I was held captive. There are several other rooms like mine. Perfectly sealed with a metallic door, completely shielding the monstrosity that could be happening on the other side of it. Are there people in there?

She was a relief to see herself intact in her dress. Seeing that she was the only one in the room, she attempts to climb down from the bed but ended up falling back. She holds on to her throbbing head, face twisting in pain. She tries to move again yet, no way seems possible. The Splashing sound of water in the bathing room got her scared. No, not scared, she didn't want what happened to them the last time to happen again. She struggles to move again but the sound of the cracking door sends her falling back down ad she tries to fake sleep even with how much pain she was feeling.

I really can't! "Help!" I screamed, slamming my palms against the wall. "I’m stuck in here!" But the sound only bounced back at me and the realization hit. This damn room is soundproofed. I was trapped. Completely, utterly, hopelessly trapped..

My heels are not particularly noiseless as I strut down the hall, a file clutched in one of my hands, my ponytail swinging viciously behind which is good. I'm not exactly in the best of moods, and luckily, the guards around can tell because none of them sends me their usual morning greetings and stay unmoving, head high in respect. For the first time, I don't tell them to relax either. I keep walking down the hall till the sound of someone screaming begins to echo through it, growing louder the further I go, and when I reach the door from where it resonates, push it open and enter.

Whimpering as he entered her. All her thoughts soon forgotten; her cries echoing in the room as Randy slid into her over and over, pressing her into the mattress.