Suicide Room 2 Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Isabella asked him. “C’mon” He tried to fake a smile as he held her hands. “We’ll use one of the suites here” “But these are suits not bedrooms” She budged, taking her hand from his. This time, she was standing in between the doors of the second room, she glanced at the room by the right, and it was locked with keys and the same as the other doors. “We’re going to the third one dear, c’mon don’t be a spoiler” Ben said, pointing to the third door by the right. Isabella looked closely at the door “Surveillance room” She turned her gaze to the fourth right door.

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

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.

We walked down the hall with this dim light, it made my heart beat faster. Ozgur opened the door with a bit of hesitation, and then he took my hand to enter the room. Instantly my eyes widen. This room looks neatly arranged with all the sex toys equipment, a red bed, and also a couch there. More than that, there are scissors, cutters, needles... even swords. "What... This is the room--" "Yes, Ara. Persecution room." Ozgur's baritone voice gives me goosebumps right now. "One of my persecution rooms."

she said. “Nope. We’ve got a few.” “Awesome. Thanks.” “Sure. I’ll go talk to the boys about watching out for you, and I’ll bring the last few things to Room Two. OK?” “Yeah. OK.” Gabi grabbed the extra socks and underwear from her locker, and walked down the hall to the crash rooms. Sure enough, the door to Room Two was open and she walked in. Yep, it smelled of cigarettes and perfume and sex, but she didn’t care at this point. The adrenalin had worn off, and she was totally dead on her feet. She opened the window to air the place out and started to strip the bed.