West Philly Dungeon Novels & Stories

Zane had removed his shirt and shoes and left them in their bedroom before he went to put things together for their evening. They had turned one room of their little cottage into a playroom. Derek had offered to get them guest passes to The Playroom, the private dungeon where he was a member. Zane had turned him down, at least for now. He was sure Dara was a long way from having sex in that environment. The man she'd been with belonged to a dungeon that Derek told him had one of the worst reputations in the area. The man had pimped her out to his friends, putting no restrictions on anything. She had both physical and mental scars from that experience.

DON'T WORRY, BRO. I CAN SMELL MY PIZZA FROM ALL THE WAY HERE. Will_the_devil I DON'T THINK GOOGLE HAS A MAP FOR THIS PALACE. LISTEN TO ME Cereal_killer BYE, SEE YA, WILLY. IT WAS NICE TALKING TO YOU. NOT. Will_the_devil ... (ten minutes later) Cereal_killer I think I have reached a place called "dungeons" Seriously, you guys are so rich and stuff, but, you can't get this place cleaned?

Leo yelled-whispered, and then yanked the keys of the dungeons and threw it towards me. Catching the keys, I fumbled around until I found the specific key labeled "D" for dungeons. I opened the lock with a loud clang. Inside, the dungeon was worse than I remembered. Narrow cells lined both sides, iron bars rusted and bent, and the floor was slick with moisture and filth. A few prisoners stirred as we passed, eyes following us from the dark. I saw hope flaring and dying just as fast when they saw who we were and where we were going.

my goodness this place really smells badly ,i begin to throw up ,if i stay hear any longer i might just pass out ,the smells coming from the locked up prisoners who haven't had a shower in ages ,along with blood smells coming from all the injuries on their bodies from all the beating the warriors have been giving to them . The dungeon is built like a railway tunnel ,and runs all the way deeper into the darkness ,i can hear loud cry and screams coming from depths ,i can only imagine the terror that's going on far in there and for how long exactly. Tyler what a bastard he hasn't seen or heard the last from me at all ,i can't believe he even killed his father in cold blood such a heartless and

The dungeon smells terrible; I suppose the way anyone would imagine them to smell – piss, vomit, shit, ugh, great. There are two dungeons in Dalgaard Mansion. The dungeon to the west isn’t really what you’d call a dungeon; it’s more like a basic hotel. Though the rooms are cells, they have beds and working toilets with small sinks. Those cells are reserved for anyone who pisses off the King or Queen. People who haven’t really done anything wrong but need to be shown who’s boss without losing their lives.

“Based on our investigation, we are certain that the previous chief is being held in Dragon’s Dungeon.” Dragon’s Dungeon? Andrius was slightly surprised. “You can go now.” “Yes, Chief.” After the man left, Andrius and Noir frowned. Dragon’s Dungeon was one of the most infamous prisons in Florence. It was located near the Central Warzone, under the jurisdiction of Baron Von Doom, the Central Warzone Master. Only the most notorious criminals with extraordinary power or unusual foreign spies were locked up thee, and Black Hawk was one of them. The security was so tight there it was impossible to break out.

Zach said and Phil breathed out again. "Can you tell me?" Phil asked and Zach gave him a look "Like I said before, I am handling this mission by myself and I will not tell any, and again the dungeon that he is been put in no one is allowed to enter inside it except me" Zach said his face unnerving making Phil to nod and look away.

What a guy. Dillon wore one of the pairs of sky blue jeans out and threw the old bloody ones in a dumpster they passed. Onward they went on their Center City adventure until Dillon found a Champ's sporting goods store. It appeared to be one of his favourite places. Well, the Philadelphia section at least. There he found a three hundred dollar wool Eagles team jacket that he got way too excited over. The Eagles. Yuck. Tony begrudgingly bought it for him along with an insulated coffee mug and a thermos to carry water in all day. If they had had a Titans team jacket he would have bought that too just to spite him.

I'd scented the belongings of Ares so I knew exactly what I was searching for and once I got a lead, I immediately went after it. His scent led down a basement that gave way to a dark retro-looking dungeon filled with different sexual playthings. There were no guards stationed anywhere near the dungeon and an alarm bell flared in my head that it was probably a trap. Dearil must surely know that I would take matters into my own hand after how I left the casino. I inhaled deeply, and I don't sense Dearil anywhere near the vicinity, but if I got trapped in the dungeon, I would be stuck until he got back.

Right now, I was flirting with the idea of tying it closed and just leaving it that way all night. I glanced at the clock again and saw that barely five minutes had gone by. "UGH!" I cried and stormed out of the car, unable to sit still anymore. Swinging the club door open, the first thing to hit me was that it was so incredibly quiet inside. Normally, the hard erotica tempo music would be almost deafening. Right now, however, the silence was. Hesitantly, I took the stairs down to the giant vault door that was the welcome mat for The Dungeon. I had heard that this place had once been an old bank. But had been closed for many, many years before Reed finally bought it.