Suicide Room 2 소설 & 이야기

Sandra had now finally gone too far. *Wakabayashi my name ...I would like to file a complaint ...no in the hospital, could you come over please? ...I just woke up, wait a minute *which room is that?* she asked the nurse, who was still looking at her confused *227* it came back short and sweet …227 is the room number …Thank you very much Keyla hung up and in tears dialed Genzo's number *Treasure? ...can you please come, I'm in the hospital

Upon reaching room two hundred and thirteen, he looks at me so cold and expressionless; Maybe he's not nervous, because he does it with a lot of girls, but I'm honestly pissing myself. The room was more than I thought; a large room with a bar and a completely glass wall, and then move on to a huge room, with a double bed with red sheets. The bathroom was completely transparent, in the middle a beautiful gray tub. This was all so cool, but this made me feel weaponless. So we both went to the living room, he uncorked a wine to pour it into two glasses.

"But don't you ever bring them into our room again." I jabbed a finger toward the door, my patience hanging by a thread. "Now tell your little fuckmate to get the hell out before I completely lose my temper," I shouted. As though hell itself had been unleashed, they scrambled out of the room one after another, leaving only Raihan and me behind in the suffocating silence.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

"We are! V mechtite mi. No, razbira se, ne sme." "Shut your mouth!" I covered Thurstin's mouth and turned to the receptionist. "I don't care if you give me a pig pen! I just need a place to dispose of that man's corpse?!" I snorted. The receptionist hurriedly handed over the key. "Room 202, ma'am." 202. That means the 2nd Room room on the second floor. Great. I took Thurstin who was held by the guard and I was the one who supported the man to the nearby elevator.

Immediately, the shelf opened up, revealing an elevator, we got into the elevator and it took us down. The elevator door opened up at the underground facility, where there were different ward rooms. The rooms housed children and teenagers whose blood was drained constantly. I looked through the small window at a door that read " Room 203" and saw a little girl staring at the wall, with a syringe in her wrist, draining blood. She turned to look at me and my heart almost jumped out of my mouth. For a split second, she looked exactly like the little girl I had killed, like Malia, with her pitiful eyes and small face. I had refused to reconcile the fact that the little girl I had killed was Mali

“This isn't the floor my mother was staying on.” The nurse smiled again. “No, Miss Oxford.” Something about that smile made Marilyn suspicious. “Your mother's room has been upgraded.” “Upgraded?” “Yes.” The nurse pressed another button. “To one of our VIP recovery suites.” Marilyn stared. “What?” “I assumed you already knew.” Marilyn didn't answer. Because she didn't. The elevator doors opened. The floor they stepped onto looked nothing like the rest of the hospital. Everything was different here. More luxurious. More exclusive.

A creepy, almost excited smile played on his lips. “I’ve got something for you,” he said, his voice low. He shoved the door open. “Welcome to the Truth Room. You’re gonna love it.” Julian’s blood ran cold. The room was a nightmare. The walls were stained with dark, old blood. You could just feel that terrible things had happened here. His eyes darted around, taking in a wall of surveillance screens…showing every room in the penthouse, including his own…and a huge one-way mirror.

She ran down the hall and took the cellar stairs three at a time, Brian at her shoulder. The lack of noise was not reassuring, Usually the only way to tell the safe room from the basement guest rooms was the steel door and frame. But great plaster chunks had been torn off the wall on either side, revealing the silver-and-steel bars that had been embedded in the wall. The wall paper from inside the room hung down in strips like a curtain, keeping Lauren from seeing inside. There were three of the pack in human form standing in front of the door, and she could feel their fear. They knew what they had in that room at least one of them had watched as he killed Leo, even though Toby had been shot

The world could split open, and stone still had the nerve to stand there looking historic. The front door remained open. Violet stepped out before Theodore could come around. He looked displeased. He did not comment. Excellent. They entered the receiving room in silence. The blank ledger sat on the desk. The numbered hooks watched from the wall. The air smelled colder than before. Or maybe Violet knew more now. That always made rooms colder. Theodore moved toward the stairs. Violet stopped at the intake desk. “What?” he asked. “Room 221.” “Yes.” “Room 219 had my mother. Room 220 had Jonah’s name. Room 221 might be bait.”