Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

“That’s—” “Also,” she immediately cut him off. “There are rules you need to follow.” She released her hands from his grasp as she continued, “Rule number one, you’re not allowed to enter my room. Rule number two, you have to be in your room each time I leave the bathroom because I’d rather dry my hair in the living room.” “Ah, you don’t need to worry about that! Since all this time I’ve seen you as a guy, I have never seen you as a woman at all. So no worries!” He chuckled.

he placed a hand to his chest and feigned heartache. My eyes glanced at the clock that hung high on the wall in my sitting room. “Whatever, it’s getting late, you should leave” I stood up and dusted my pants. He stood up and also stared at the clock. “So early?” “Yes, please just go” “Can’t I stay for a little longer, there’s something I want to talk about” “Okay fine” my phone began to ring, I glanced at the screen and it was Cara. “let me just answer this call, ill be back” I picked up my phone and walked away from the sitting room.

Seriously, what the fuck is this? “Let me out right now!” I shriek, charging at the door once more. There has to be a weakness. If the lock is secure, perhaps the hinges are flimsy. I try again, looking for anyway to get out of this room. I toss my jumper onto the bed, feeling the heat increase. God, why is it so hot? I hear the camera move, following my motions as I realise I’m just in my black push-up bra and jeans. “Perv!” I growl, flipping them off again. There has to be someway to get out of here. I look back in the wardrobe. Is there anything I can use here? Or by the bed? There are no windows to escape from or air vents … the floor looks to be made or a smooth layer of cement.

Why do not I remember anything? The room I am in is a white one. Everything inside is white. I am laying on the small hospital bed with my hands and feet strapped to it. There are two doors connected to my room. One leads to the bathroom and the other… outside. It must be the evening. This much I get to know because of a window which was situated close to the roof, out of my reach even if I try reaching it when I am standing. The bed on which I am laying is glued to the floor. So, there is no way that I could change its position. Even if it was not glued, I still would have not been able to move it as most of the time I remain strapped to the bed.

I looked around the room in a blind, terrified daze, searching for anything to reinforce the barricade. My eyes locked onto the heavy, steel-framed rolling chair the guard had been sitting in. I sprinted over, grabbed the backrest, and shoved it underneath the heavy brass handle of the door, wedging the casters against the frame until it was tightly locked in place. I stumbled backward, my breath coming in short, agonizing gasps as I pressed my spine flat against the furthest wall. There were no other exits. I looked up at the ceiling hole I had fallen through, but it was too high; without the chair I had just used for the door, there was no way to reach the ledge. I was completely trapped i

Roman keeps hold of me as he backs into the room. My lungs are struggling to pull in breath as my eyes hurry to take in the rest of the details. The room is a concrete block, not much bigger than a standard bedroom, with a few bare bulbs suspended from the ceiling. It’s clean, and might look plain, if not for the captive and the heavy looking tool box along the side wall. Once we’re inside the room, Roman turns so he’s facing the man, and I’m facing the wall. But the way I’m wrapped around Roman, and the way he’s grabbing my ass.

I pushed back the heavy glass door and strode into what appears to be the lobby of a hotel—except it was completely empty. Isn’t this a restaurant? I moved further into the space for more clues as to where to go. SNAP! The door locked behind me. I spun around, and two lean men in Hawaiian shirts barricaded the only exit to the room. Their strange smiles made my hair stand, and a voice in my head urged me to run. I swivelled around, and there were no windows in this room! I’m trapped! Feet rushed in and around me, men in different casual clothes of various heights and sizes, and the ants under my skin were now scurrying. But the thought of Papa slowed them down again.

I have to escape. I hurl myself against the walls, screaming, pounding my fists against the yielding surface. But it's no use. The walls absorb the impact, muffling my cries. I'm trapped. I look around, desperately searching for a way out. The room is bare, devoid of any furniture except for a small, bolted-down bed. The bed. An idea sparks in my mind, a desperate, reckless plan. I lunge at the bed, grabbing the metal frame with both hands. I start to shake it, pulling, pushing, straining every muscle in my body.

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 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.