Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

"Yes. And now I have to figure out how to leave here before he gets back." Just then, an idea popped in my head. "I think I know how to get you out of here, but you'll have to stay quiet and trust me." I said. "That shouldn't be hard." I rose to my feet, ready to put my plan into action. "Stay here. When you uh, hear me whistle, you gotta get out of here and join me in the living room, and I get you out of here. Okay?" "Alright Mr planner." She mused.

All of them don’t have any doors, but each room has its own concept. There was one room with four four-poster beds, and there was a woman tied to the bed and spread out so wide. She was with several men and all of them were taking turns fucking, kissing, and eating her. Another room had a man bent over with a woman in a leader mask and leather suit with high black stilettos with a long thin stick in her hand. I saw the same kind of stick in Vincent’s home, the first time I saw him naked with a naked woman. I remember the name of the stick as Vincent told me what it was, a flagger.

It must have just been a member of the staff doing their job, but yet it still left an unsettling feeling in my tummy. I don't know what to do. I am trapped in a locked room with no way out and no way to entertain myself. I sat with my back pressed against the wall for most of the day, keeping my eyes trained on the door. I don't know what I'm waiting for. I suppose anything at this point. Knock, Knock, Knock

He slams a code into the keypad with a triumphant grin. *BUZZZZ.* The room suddenly groans. The stone walls, which I thought were solid, begin to slide inward. Slowly. "Uh, Owen?" I say, my voice rising an octave. "Did your logic just trigger a death trap?" "It’s a glitch," he says, his eyes wide as he hits the buttons again. "It has to be a glitch. The sequence was perfect!" "The walls are moving! The sequence was wrong!" The room is getting smaller by the second. Within a minute, we’re forced into the center of the space. The desk is crushed against the wall, leaving us with only a few square feet of floor.

Pulled. Pushed. Nothing. Nothing was working… “It’s locked,” I said. Jovial’s voice came out small. “What?” I moved to the nearest window. Tried it. Locked. Every single one. I checked another door. Locked. Another. Locked. The realization hit like a punch to the chest. “We’re trapped,” I said quietly. Silence fell over the room. Isaac staggered back a step. “No… no, that’s not possible…” I turned slowly, my mind racing.

Chapter 7: Confinement and Obedience I sat in my room, the heavy drapes drawn, attempting to gather the fragments of my shattered composure. It was hard enough dealing with the aftermath of my illness, but being confined to this room for days had been an additional layer of torment. The very air in the chamber seemed to constrict around me, choking any semblance of freedom I had left. My thoughts were a turbulent storm, swirling with anger, frustration, and a deep-rooted longing for the freedom I once took for granted.

It will open in a few tries, I am sure it will open. I turn the knob again and again but the door does not budge. The restricted sound indicates that the door is locked and I am indeed trapped in this room, even after last night. Unwanted tears slowly depart my eyes thinking the worst of the scenarios. I hate to admit but I was fooled. Fooled at such a vulnerable point.

He stood up and went after her, she was surprised but didn't say anything. 'He's only being nice.' She said in her head. Wordlessly, they went in rooms after rooms, he locking the windows, she on the computers. The door of the last examining room always jammed shut, there was no way of unlocking form the inside so anyone in would be stuck.

I followed him. He climbed the stairs and entered his room, he slammed the door. "Hubby wait for me.hey open the door" I said and tried to open the door of his room. "What are you doing here?!" "Heheh can I hang out in your room? It's boring because I don't have anyone with me in my room. I only talk to myself, I feel like an idiot." "You're really stupid." I looked at him badly, he was terrible!

I keep one hand against the wall when the floor seems to tilt beneath my heels. When I get into the restroom, I barely make it to the stall before I throw up into the bowl. The moment everything comes out, I feel much better and able to stand straight. I flush, reach out, and push the stall door. The latch doesn't budge. I frown, rattling the metal handle. It won't yield. Someone has locked it from the outside. Or maybe the lock is jammed. “Shit. I’m trapped.” I slam my palms hard against the stall door, knocking as loud as I can.