Romans & histoires Suicide Room Dominik

he asked and I peeked past Dominic’s broad body to check Avery’s reaction. She looked down while walking, a thoughtful look on her face, “Are there any bodies in the room?” “No,” I replied for him and Dominic shot me a glare. “Are the instruments kept inside the surgical box?” she asked and I answered for Dominic again. “Yes! I made sure of that.” Dominic used those surgical instruments to…well…torture some of his victims. Like there was this one man who had raped his own daughter for years and held her captive in his house. When Dominic read his profile, he cut off the man’s peepee. He deserved that anyway.

I sat down opposite him, seemingly unmoved by what he said. “My pussy feels like your dick. So, what are our plans for later?” I asked coolly, snatching the champagne glass from his hand. “You’re getting adorably insatiable. What sort of a sex goddess are you?” He asked and poured himself another glass. ****** A while later, Dominic switched on the lights and I swallowed loudly, squinting so that my eyes would get familiar with the light, mouth slightly opened as I was amazed by the view and revitalized with the alcohol in my system. Dominic stood by a giant bed supported by four monolithic girders. The mattress was drenched with dozens of bright Red, Burgundy, and black pillows. The room w

“He stalked our half-sister and tried to… tried to harass her. Sexually.” Dominick whistled. “I know that fucker.” He leaned closer, a smile on his lips. The hair on the back of my neck rose. “Do you want to know how I killed him?” I stayed quiet. His smile widened, an evil gleam in his eyes. “I hate rapists. So, I chopped off his dick and pinned it to his room before gutting him.” I swallowed, clenching my hands into fists. “Do you want to know his last words?” he asked, taking out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. When I stayed silent, he lit up his cigarette and said, “He said he loved Emma. Tell her I love her.”

Kanji rolled his eyes as he poked the inside of his cheeks while gripping the gun in his left hand, his thumb repeatedly locking and unlocking the lock of the gun that made clicking noises while Lorenzo was picking some batons, guns, hammers, nails, and more torture weapons. "Should we finish 'em?" Dominic looked behind him to call Zacharias, but he was not in the room. Also, Dominic doesn't care anymore, even if he's a family of his. He had to force himself to believe it by taking forbidden pills. It's the same routine for Dominic. It's for him to cope. "Where is he—?" "Here," Zacharias said as he entered the room, but holding someone, almost like dragging the person. "Allura was too curiou

The image of Silas – standing rigid in the center of the room, a silhouette of conflicted fury and protective anguish against the city lights – was seared into his mind. He reached his room, fumbled with the lock, and stumbled inside, slamming the door shut and locking it with trembling fingers. He leaned his back against it, sliding down to the floor, his legs giving way. He pressed his hands over his mouth, stifling the sob that threatened to erupt. His lips still tingled. He could still feel the pressure of Silas’s mouth, the strength of his arms. *Madness.* Silas was right. It was utter madness. Reckless. Suicidal. Dominic would destroy them both if he ever knew.

"Just missed them, sir, sorry." "Not to worry...I know now how to play nice with her when I need to." Dominic opened the door back to the special room. "Doesn't change the fact that she's kinda right though...I'm horny as fuck and it's all her fault!" He laughed as he walked back in and walked up to the nearest girl, grabbed her around the waist and by a handful of hair at the back of her head and yanked her head back making her breasts lift and he licked his tongue over her hard nipple.

Exiting the elevator behind Dominik, I follow him down the main hallway to one of the farthest doors, where Dominik takes a key in the form of a card from one of his pockets, and swiping the card through the name tag, opens the door for us, letting me see the inside of my suite. I don't even know why I'm getting so surprised anymore, after seeing all the luxury Dominik is used to, seeing such expensive rooms, with such incredible views of the city through their windows, and with so many luxurious things inside; all that should become normal for me now. But I can't help it and entering the place behind Dominik, I can only look around bewildered, observing all those luxuries and beautiful furn

After a romantic dinner, according to Dominik, the man immediately took Adine to the room he had booked on the thirty-first floor. The room was quite spacious, with a king-size bed in the middle. Two couches with small tables were at the end of the room. Adine entered the room with a fast-beating heart. She wondered what Dominik was going to do to her. She still wondered what she would do with Dominik in this room. Stupid question. "Rest first, I'm going to the bathroom." Adine gasped when she heard Dominik's voice. She looked at the man, taking off his suit and throwing it in all directions.

Radioactive. It’s potentially the key to my cage. All I have to do is turn it on. Type a time and a location. Press send. If I do that, Dominik dies. It wouldn't be instant. The woman in the bathroom promised freedom, but she didn't promise it would be clean. They would ambush him. They would gun him down like a dog in the street, or maybe they’d drag him off to a basement like the one at The Obsidian and do to him what he did to Carlo.

There is a lot on my mind. I sit in a booth with Alexa, nursing a glass of wine and my broken heart. No matter how strong I pretend to be, I’m hurting so much. Dominic attempted suicide for Jessica White. His first words upon waking were asking about her whereabouts. The memory of that still hurts like hell.