The Forbidden One Rec Room Romane & Geschichten

he revealed his little secret, more detailed, then corrected it slowly, "The only one girl...that I can touch in my life." His words hung in the air between them, heavy and complicated. Izzy didn’t know what to say or what to think. Did she hear him correctly??? He cannot touch any girl!! Except her?? So was that all true!! He can't touch a woman! Except for her!! How is that even possible? And why?? She repeated it in her mind recalling everything that had happened earlier in the past.

I’m sure there are many security cameras installed in that area. I glanced at the row of doors. “Which one is Master Wade’s library?” I softened my expression. “So I can avoid it.” “Oh, that one.” Mrs. Sisa pointed to a door a few steps away from the room assigned to me. “The fourth room from here. That is the most forbidden room of all.” I swallowed hard. My curiosity only grew stronger. ‘The more it’s forbidden, the more I should enter it. I’m sure there’s a secret or important information in that room. I need to get in there. But how? I’m sure there are many security cameras installed in that area.’

he asked dryly. Veronica swallowed. “Can you… prove it?” The anger within me rose, but I clamped it down and nodded, opening another folder on my laptop. “The underground rooms don't have surveillance. The only cameras are in the hallways. This is all I can show you.” I played a compilation of a few short recordings I'd found. The first one showed a girl, no older than fourteen years old. She seemed terrified as a bulky guard dragged her toward a room at the end of the corridor. She resisted, shaking her head, begging him. I had seen it a few times before, but even now, my throat clenched, and the rage heated my blood. Finally, the guard grabbed her by her hair and threw her into the room, s

“The sheds, the lower storage stalls… supply routes, the hunting grounds and eveything classified as official.” My eyes narrowed. Who were these people? A mafia of lumberjacks? “What exactly do you all do that this should be included as a rule… you already said I shouldn’t enter your room?” I asked slowly. Silence. Three pairs of eyes looked anywhere but at me. “She is allowed only in the house and surrounding non-official areas.” “And if I accidentally wander into your top secret place?” I asked. Draven stared at me. “Starvation.” I blinked. “Food restriction will force compliance in someone as stubborn as yourself,” Draven added.

He was lying down on the bed now, looking pale. "I think he caught a fever." She remarked. The two men standing by the bed nodded in agreement. "But, he wasn't in the rain for long. How did he get it so quickly? I guess all this sturdy built is nothing?" The last statement came out sarcastically. "He has a very sensitive system. He didn't even pass out when he spent five days in the black room." She blinked in confusion. "Black room? What's that?" The guys hesitated to talk but eventually did. "It's the torture room in the American special force." Reuben replied her.

“Well, I’m Tilda Falls. It’s Halloween, and we’re shooting a cosplay p**n show. You must be wondering, is she a p**nstar? Yes, definitely. I am. Popularly known on Pornhub. I’d be playing the role of a cop—the sexy cop, most definitely—and here, Norman is the criminal, wearing the prisoner fit.” “1, 2, 3, shoot,” the director called. “Hey yo, it’s visiting day. Got anyone to call, to come visit?” I asked, peeping through the prison door. He exhaled. “No, I don’t have a family. My mom’s dead. My father is currently in a coma. I’m the only child. My girlfriend broke up with me,” Norman said, his voice low.

She almost forgot how her life nearly ended a week ago. “Maybe we could find you a date,” Rebecca said teasingly. “You know, someone to take you out. Kiss all that tension away from you.” Katerina gasped. “Rebecca!” They both sat quietly for a while, sipping their drinks and enjoying the quiet. Rebecca scanned the café again, for what felt like the tenth time since they arrived. “You see that guy at the bar? The one at the end,” she said, leaning closer. “He’s been staring. Turn around and look but don’t make it obvious.”