Novelas y relatos de The Backrooms--roleplay

I turned her back from the ghosts and started walking back. The hallway is no longer pitch black but it looks like a different place now. Instead of the doors of the rooms, she can see nature now. The side where my room should be located is now a part of a stream. There's no way I can get back to my room and most importantly, to my body.

He filtered through the hum of broken electricity… the flutter of a bird’s wings… the soft crunch of sand… Then— “There,” Aiden whispered. “Back room. Breathing is shallow. Unsteady.” “Human?” Dante asked. “Feels like it.” Dante stepped forward carefully, pulling Aiden behind him. “Stay close.” Aiden gripped his shirt. “Be careful.” “You too.” Dante nudged the door with his boot. The back room was dim, dusty, lit only by a crack in the boarded window. And in the corner—

“This is where it gets more fun!” “It does?” I questioned, giving the place another quick look. “Yes! Behind every door, lies a different universe!” She chimed, SpongeBob narrator style, with ominous hand gestures and a twisted expression that allowed laughter to bubble out of my throat. “Oh, really?” “Well, see for yourself!” She approached one of the doors and pushed open one of the doors. “Woah!” I gasped when I peeped into the room. It was zombie-themed, set up like a gaming room with an overwhelming number of cameras— as expected.

"Let us go see what else the night has to offer." We walked up the stairs, entering a lobby. Hallways branched off into various directions. Small signs were my only indicators as to where we were headed. Voyeurism, glory holes and stripper pole rooms were more to our left. Right of us were themed bedrooms, BDSM dungeons and shibari exhibitions. Maverick veered left, hand gripping mine tightly. Butterflies drowned out my common sense.

Luna, who had been cleaning the stairs, Karen, who had been talking incessantly, and Drew, who had been frantically signaling Karen with his eyes, were all struck silent. "Who do you think is the real head of this household? If you're unwilling to perform the part you're paid for, then feel free to pack your things and move out of here." I used to be too nice to the household staff at home, which led them to take advantage of me when I was gravely ill in my past life. It was only after I had been reborn that I realized that there would always be people who would take advantage of you—no matter how kind you were to them.

Tang Yazhu asked, looking at the poker-faced man and the assistant. Not only did they not look like any ordinary person, but she could also sense luxury emitting from the interior of the room, making her roughly guess that she was currently habituating a VIP room. "Uh… Well… Yes… We are very sorry for putting you in your current state," Assistant Fu apologized, feeling extremely sorry to Tang Yazhu. Honestly, Tang Yazhu did not care much. There was nothing more important than being alive and to her, that was all that mattered. Thus, Tang Yazhu happily said, "It's fine! It was an accident! Besides, the important thing is that I'm still alive and breathing!"

Everything is frayed, the seams of my life coming apart. The lounge is silent when we enter, save for the low, hypnotic pulse of jazz through the walls. The front end continues its charade of high-end craft cocktails and polite conversation, but we slip through the hidden bulkhead in the larder, guarded by sentries who offer only a sharp, knowing nod. The back room reeks of aged leather and woodsmoke. It is my fortress. Zane moves to the bar and pours a triple measure of malt. Lucien paces, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Draven leans against the mantel, eyes fixed on the fire as if demanding a confession.

He stops to take in the scene room for the medical theme and he chuckles, looking at Jude and Jace, “Stirrups and all, huh?” “You can’t play doctor without them.” Jude smirks at his friend. Next is the school room, and then the medieval torture chamber. The nursery for the Daddy Dom/Mommy Domme and littles is straight across from that, and then there’s the room for Owner and pet play. The last three rooms are for breath play, fire play, and finally, rope play. “You two have out done yourselves!” Master Riku praises both of my men and I couldn’t be prouder.

As if programmed to welcome us through ever single place here in the arena, cold lights glowed from the place lens-like eyes as it addressed us in a mechanical monotone, "Greetings to all of you, players number 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, and 13, from both the team of Amethyst Serpents & Scarlet Ravens — the unfortunate souls who have chosen to venture into this realm of decay. You have now reached the second stage of your trials, the Crypts of Bone..." "The Crypts of Bone is a place of death and decay where the bones of the dead lie in piles, their skulls staring out with empty eye sockets, a place of gloom and perpetual darkness where the bones of those who came before now litter the cold, damp gro

"Tell Nara that if she wants to die, she's welcome to do so, but there's no way I'm going to comfort her!" Hansel Lennox's cold voice jolted me awake, and as I looked up, I saw my reflection in the mirror, wearing a pristine white wedding gown. I realized I had been reborn into what I once thought was the happiest moment of my life. Behind me, Hansel stood with a hardened expression, his tone sharp with impatience.