Suicide Room 2 Novels & Stories

Instead I stumble when he drags me toward the open motel room. The carpet catches under my boots while panic climbs my throat in hot, choking waves. Room 209 smells even worse inside than it does from the hallway. Sweat. Cigarettes. Beer. Cheap cologne sprayed over rot. The curtains are closed, but the lamp beside the bed glows yellow casting the space in a sickly glow. My brain disconnects before the door even shuts. It’s automatic now, a survival trick long since learned to leave myself behind before anybody else can destroy what’s left.

She exhaled a breath as if she were stressed to tell me how to find the room. “Room 243 is the suite at the top of the building. Take the elevator up to the 7th floor, and walk straight down the hall to the set of double doors at the very end. That is where you'll find him.” She replied. “Thank you.” I said. “Oh and miss?” The redhead said. I turned and looked back at her. “Be careful, there is something sinister about that man.” She said, in a hushed tone. “Thank you, I will be fine.” I said. Then I headed towards the elevator.

"I love you too" Thea led Adelynn into the hidden man hole in her bedroom. Together, they entered the basement. For a basement, the place looked like another paradise. Thea approached a mirror by the wall and opened a silver panel to reveal a keypad. She inputed a code and the mirror slid aside, revealing a different room with neon blue lights. They walked in and the mirror slid back into place. Adelynn's gaze fell on the diverse designs and sizes of guns hanging on the walls. "This is the safe room. No one apart from my husband can come into this place. We're safe here. Make yourself comfortable" Thea said, lowering herself onto a white couch. Adelynn sat down opposite her and facepalmed, t

"What rotten luck to have such a roommate." The guys on the other end of the call did not hesitate to criticize Miranda, causing the ugly look on her face to worsen until she finally burst out crying. I hung up. The image she had spent so long cultivating was gone just like that.

She says and I take that to mean that he is currently being entertained, but I don't care. “What room is he in?” I asked her as I slid another hundred across the bar and she took it. “Room 2D, it's right down that hallway.” She tells me. “Thank you.” I tell her and then I turn around and make my way down the hallway, the place is dimly lit and you can hear the debauchery going on in the rooms. I get to room 2D and to my luck, the door isn't locked so I don't need to break it down. I open the door to find Mike with his pants down while a girl that barely looks legal gives him a blow job.

Chapter 25 - Gluttony Gideon Panic room is busier than it has been in weeks. After Lucifer sent Emmett and me out of our little roundup mission, more people kept showing up. Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor.

He was enjoying this. . . . Kaitlyn screamed herself awake. She ripped away the blankets that had wrapped around her and hugged her knees to her chest. The room around her was dark and empty. She hated it. It felt as though that demented version of Randy was lurking in every corner, watching her with a hatred so thick that it left her breathless. She hurried from her mattress and ran down the hall. Without bothering to knock, she burst into the guest room and cried for Jackson. Instead of finding his comforting presence, she was reminded that he was gone. Kaitlyn settled onto the floor, shaking from both fear and disappointment.

It stood ajar, its hinges rusted and screeching faintly as Takumi pushed it open with deliberate caution. Inside, the scene was both unexpected and distressing. The secret room was far from the claustrophobic, dingy space one might expect of a basement hideaway. It was expansive, larger than the Master’s bedroom upstairs, with shelves of medical supplies lining the walls and a central area designed for movement. Yet, despite its practical design, the air in the room was dense, almost suffocating, as though the very space itself had turned hostile.

“The room number, please. I’m not in the mood for your games.” She hesitated, her eyes shimmering with spite, before finally pressing the intercom. “Private room 203,” she snapped. I moved slowly taking in the view, it's been long since I came here. Since my parents died. I walked away without another word, my heels clicking rhythmically against the marble. 201. 202. I focused on the numbers to keep my mind off the note in my bag. Just as I reached the private room, I barely crossed the threshold when I heard.

I could hear the door lock immediately after he left. I surveyed the room. I could see why this was considered the secured room. The only window in the room was a small slit window located along the ceiling. It was not more than two inches wide and was about a foot long. There was no way to get out of that window. There was a bed and a small dresser in the room. A bathroom was attached, which contained some basic toiletries. I searched through the dresser drawers and was surprised that there were several clothing items, including some pajamas, underwear, sweatpants, and other clothing items.