Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

A girl is seen inside I wide room wondering around looking for a way out, her brown eyes scan the environment which seems very unknown to her. One moment she was on her way to hades which is the realm of the dead, and the next moment she is in this room with no way out. She has been stuck here for days with no one to talk to and to explain why she is here.

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…

The room was built to withstand anything—soundproof, bulletproof, blastproof, and fireproof. I quickly opened my laptop and began trying to crack the passcode for the security room door. My first attempt failed. Undeterred, I kept going. The locking system was more difficult to hack than I had anticipated. After ten failed attempts, frustration boiled over, and I angrily slammed my laptop shut. The sound echoed in the silence, and I quickly looked around, relieved that no one was there to notice.

"The r-room number is 402 on the f-fourth floor." "Alright, I'm coming." "W-Wait!" "Why?" "I'm t-taking a shower, so shut up and stay in the lobby!" "That's a pain in a-" "..." She hung up again! Women are a massive pain in the ass! I'm just coming over to discuss the operation! Obviously, there isn't anything else on her mind? She's supposed to be a straightforward she-gorilla with a brother complex, so what's up with her lately? |...|

She was a relief to see herself intact in her dress. Seeing that she was the only one in the room, she attempts to climb down from the bed but ended up falling back. She holds on to her throbbing head, face twisting in pain. She tries to move again yet, no way seems possible. The Splashing sound of water in the bathing room got her scared. No, not scared, she didn't want what happened to them the last time to happen again. She struggles to move again but the sound of the cracking door sends her falling back down ad she tries to fake sleep even with how much pain she was feeling.

I really can't! "Help!" I screamed, slamming my palms against the wall. "I’m stuck in here!" But the sound only bounced back at me and the realization hit. This damn room is soundproofed. I was trapped. Completely, utterly, hopelessly trapped..

My heels are not particularly noiseless as I strut down the hall, a file clutched in one of my hands, my ponytail swinging viciously behind which is good. I'm not exactly in the best of moods, and luckily, the guards around can tell because none of them sends me their usual morning greetings and stay unmoving, head high in respect. For the first time, I don't tell them to relax either. I keep walking down the hall till the sound of someone screaming begins to echo through it, growing louder the further I go, and when I reach the door from where it resonates, push it open and enter.

Glancing at the clock between commercials, hoping to see Jackson at some point that day. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. The sound of the door shutting startled her awake, leaning up on her arms. She glanced around the room sluggishly. Surprised at how blurry her vision was. Rubbing at her eyes, she called out softly. "Jackson? Is that you?" The room was dark, the T.V must've turned off by itself after an hour of being idle. She heard the person who came in pause for a moment, all noise gone from the room.

“That’s—” “Also,” she immediately cut him off. “There are rules you need to follow.” She released her hands from his grasp as she continued, “Rule number one, you’re not allowed to enter my room. Rule number two, you have to be in your room each time I leave the bathroom because I’d rather dry my hair in the living room.” “Ah, you don’t need to worry about that! Since all this time I’ve seen you as a guy, I have never seen you as a woman at all. So no worries!” He chuckled.