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“No, you’re not.” “Also not relevant.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Not here. Not now. At the end of the corridor was a circular room with glass walls. Observation room. The kind doctors used to watch without participating. Inside it, a metal desk held old files stacked in gray archive boxes. And beyond the observation room— A second door. Red. Not painted red. Wrapped in red leather padding, like something designed to absorb sound. The red room. Elena stopped walking.

On the other hand, Olivia was freaking out, the secret room she found was creepy, and she had goosebumps just looking at the various BDSM things hanging on the wall. The room itself was painted black with dimly lit red lights. It was like some fucked up dungeon for submissive. She didn't mean to be here, but she was intrigued to find out exactly what Corina told her. “You shouldn't be here” Pedro muttered, hoping she would leave. The room wasn't for her. Olivia heard him loud and clear, but she was too frightened to say anything. “How come I don't know about this place,” she said in between exhales. Tilting her head, Olivia saw how pale Pedro was. He was avoiding her gaze.

To his right were the boilers, near them was the central air units and to his left was the control panel that allowed the maintenance workers to run various parts of the prison and view what was going on. The one thing Bohdan didn’t see was a sign that said, “Tunnel this way.” Cara began to struggle as she woke from her carbon monoxide induced sleep. Bohdan laid her on the concrete floor and walked around the room looking for anything that would lead him to the tunnel entrance. Then he heard voices. The voices of Rancid and Isaac speaking to each other. The room Bohdan was in was huge; it was two stories high and around fifty feet long with huge windows that let in plenty of light to see. It

If she didn't know she was living in the modern world, she would think she got lost in the medieval era. There are fluffy and silky designs everywhere as the bed looks like it was for a princess. Fortunately, it wasn't color pink and rather red and black. "Am I a vampire?" K Whatever grinned as she liked the theme! Truthfully, the rooms have color coding and it just happens that this room has a red and black theme, which made it seems a vampire's room but instead of a coffin, it has a bed... Since K Whatever requested to have soft pillows but not much soft bed and near Sebastian's room, this room has it all.

Jonah takes us to a back office that leads to another back office that opens up to a storage room with a very scary catwalk staircase up to the second floor. I’m pretty sure we’re about to be murdered when Jonah ushers us up it and through a beaded curtain, into a room lit up with black light. The floor is painted black, with sigils and symbols in glowing phosphorescent colors. There are beanbag chairs scattered around the perimeter of the room, and an impressively tall hookah in one corner. Shelves hold jars of herbs and dirt and murky liquids I want nothing to do with.

At the very end of the hallway stood a pair of double doors in the darkest red I had ever seen, almost black in the dim lighting. With trembling hands, I pushed open those final doors and stepped into the room. The sight that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs. The room was decorated entirely in shades of red and black, from the rich velvet curtains to the polished obsidian fixtures. But it was not the color scheme that shocked me into frozen silence. It was the room’s obvious purpose. This was a pleasure room.

But the moans continued. If my hunch was right, I heard it in the basement where the red room was there. I left the mansion and with my slow steps, I reached the red room that only Noel and his sons knew about… and me. I found out about this secret room when I was eighteen. I saw Maverick go to the dark side of the basement and because of curiosity, I followed him. To my surprise, a secret red room was built in the basement. “Ugh… fuck! That’s it, baby. You have a beautiful pussy, damn you,”

The door clicks shut with a final thud that echoes right through the soles of my feet to my very bones as I stand frozen in the center of the room... Slowly, the full weight of where I am crashes down on me like an avalanche! ​The room is covered entirely in deep, scarlet red tones... It looks less like a bedroom and more like some kind of seductive dungeon designed for a singular... sinful purpose! The bed in the center is so massive, it could easily fit four people!

Her fingers stroked the transmitter set within her collarbone, a miniature chip Ethan had inserted the night before. "You hear me?" She whispered. There was a pause before Ethan's voice whispered through her earpiece. "Loud and clear. Christopher is tracking your position. Be careful." She opened the door. Inside, the Red Room was exactly as she'd feared: sparkling clean, clinical, and seared through with hidden horrors. Padded walls contained the cluttered clutter of padded restraints, stains covered with care. One steel chair was centered in the room, anchored to the floor. Victor was beside it.