The Forbidden One Rec Room Novels & Stories

“I know. But she’s just a dumb kid.” “Lots of dumb kids still kill people. We can’t change that, and we can’t rehabilitate them all. It’s just what it is. Come on, let’s keep going,” Rhett tugged him towards the internal door. It had a window in it, one which he hoped was mirrored from the other side. The door led into a loungeroom, which was lit only by the flickering screen on one wall. A rec room, he realized as he saw someone move, reaching into a neighbor’s lap before bringing their hand back to their mouth. A movie and popcorn night.

A far distant memory sprung into life. She was wearing a long black dress and struggling to breathe. Around her neck was a thick rope that burned the tender skin on her throat. Her legs kicked violently into thin air. The memory was so vivid, so real, Clarissa forgot her predicament in the shower and sank into the memory as though she were really there.

This time, Daniella stopped dancing and slowly turned around to meet the pair of handsome eyes that beamed towards her. His eyes were tender, and his masculine jaw had the most perfect contours. A deep frown etched on her forehead, she admitted that this unfamiliar was handsome, but he wasn't as handsome and hot as her dad. Thinking of her dad again, she quickly agreed to his request and muttered. “Okay” 'I just want to stop thinking about him, is it too much to ask?' she thought to herself inwardly. In a matter of moments, they were found in a room. The room was large and a bit dull with its warm yellow light.

“Where am I?” “Your in our temporary room. I’ve had the master redone for you. New mattress, bed frame, dresser. I had us all new wardrobes picked out and everything.” He looked proud of himself. I wonder if he was proud of himself when he was letting another woman touch him. I tried to flip the covers off me and stand but I couldn’t even lift my arm more than an inch from the bed without pain shooting down my back. Growling Damon spoke “I’ll do it Elena, you shouldn’t be moving on your own anywhere, if you need something you ask Doris or myself.”

Again, Rob heard the click of the lock. The TV chimed. 'Please shower and shave.' "Are you going to tell me when to shit too?" he asked. 'A protracted activation of your collar could accomplish that. Please shower and shave,' the TV read. Rob gave the TV the finger then did as he was told. His erection was still there. As he showered, he turned away from the cameras and began stroking. The quick shock from the collar told him immediately to stop. 'Masturbation is forbidden,' flashed on the TV.

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

“Tell them and I'll release our sex tape. They'll see that you have no loyalty to Valen because you’ve been sleeping with his Beta. The Alphas will declare that you are not Luna material and the entire realm will reject you as the future queen.” Shocked, she locked her eyes on his. “What footage? You're bluffing.” “Cameras are in the rec room. Yeah, that place where we had sex. Lucky for you I secured all the footage considering we had sex all over the building that day.” Devin highlighted, sardonically. “You kept that?” She appeared bug-eyed and perturbed with her complexion turning near purple. “To blackmail me?”

“Or the things the spine didn’t want to remember.” Elliot frowned. “What does that mean?” I didn’t answer immediately. Because I could feel it again, that strange sense of familiarity. Not power. Not control. Recognition. Like the archive knew me. A single terminal flickered to life at the center of the room. Old tech. Analog switches. No network connection. Just one blinking cursor. ACCESS AUTHORIZED: HEIR PRESENT. Liam cursed under his breath. I stepped closer, my pulse loud in my ears. The screen changed.

"The position is yours. You can clean everywhere, but room 1001 is off-limits." As Doctor Hale's words echoed through the room, a shiver ran down Tracy's spine. Room 1001, the forbidden room had piqued her curiosity from the moment she had stepped foot in this facility. Listening intently to Doctor Hale's instructions through the earbuds, Ethan frowned, his mind racing with possibilities, 'Room 1001.' Then a small smile tugged at the corner of Ethan's lips as he stared hard at the building ahead of him, 'Well, then, we would see about that.'

Felan asked, pointing to 1 that a circle with a line going through it. "Those are the do not enter without permission. I entered 1 once, and got put on Kitchen detail for a month. They are mostly surveillance rooms, except that one." Abby replied, pointing to the smallest shed they had seen yet next to the river. "That control the river and power. Access is strictly forbidden and guards will be upon you within minutes."