Cursed Bathroom の小説・ストーリー

Coming out of the bathroom Nikolai walked out giving me one last smile and I hurriedly strolled in to gawk at its incredible interior design. Sheesh, rich people. Even their bathroom was themed in black, much like their hearts. I took off my sneakers to plop them on the outside of the door locking it in the process. I undressed out of my clothes to gasp at the huge tub that was filled with warm water. Grabbing an unopened bottle of vanilla-scented shampoo off the rack that's filled with all sorts of hygiene products for men and women. I didn't know whether to like how considerable was or hate it because of how creepy it was.

There are no books or anything which could help me to know about the date or present news. I opened the cupboard and there is only one dress which I was wearing that night. It still has blood strains on it. I closed the cupboard and looked at the bed. This bed has witnessed my pain and tears. I have broken many bones on this bed. It's huge, no wonder he fits on it. This room doesn't have a window, just a balcony where I was taking sunbath few minutes ago. I looked at the door and gulped. Is it locked? Should I take the chance?

She fled the bathroom, but the room's suggestive decor made her nauseous again. A circular bed with mirrors overhead. Mirrored cabinets lining the walls. Strange chairs that weren't quite for sitting or lying. Even the window seat was padded with a strange, slippery material, clearly designed for something other than sitting. The silhouette of anyone on it would be perfectly reflected in the glass. The bathroom was no better. The oddly shaped bathtub and inexplicable ceiling-mounted rings were impossible to ignore. Clutching her aching head, Renee yanked the blanket off the bed and wrapped herself tightly, retreating to a corner of the room.

I hope he didn't see anything! *~* I stared into nothing as I sat there in the bathtub of my bathroom. The wall seems more action-packed than my life at the moment but still, the moment circles in my mind. The thought of Vance touching me. I don't know when my hand moved under the waters till am caressing my clit and a moan rips out of me but that's when reality strikes me in the face and I stop my hand from wondering to places they shouldn't be and shit, I suddenly want to drown myself in the bathtub.

My mind kept going back and forth over what I saw and I was too tempted to go into the room with the boxes. I had only seen a few pictures and I was already losing my sanity. It would kill me if I dared to go into that room one more time. Miguel had shown me my room already so I just went in there. Like he had said, it had everything I needed. It was like a paradise but a simple one, unlike the Alpha mansions which were built with so much extravagance. I located the bathroom quickly and prepared a cold bath. There we're no bathing soaps or anything special to put into the bath water.

"Damn.* She cursed under her breath. Her body was aching all over. All she needs right now is a hot bath that will relax all her muscles. She raised her head and glanced at the bathroom. She almost burst into tears when she realized she would have to walk over to the bathroom. She can't even take a step forward. Her body was aching terribly, and it looked like her virginal was torn apart. It hurt so much. Damn, she will have to walk to the bathroom herself. Damn. That seemed to be a torture for her. She wished she could just teleport instead. After what seemed to be like forever, she entered the bathroom and was shocked to the bone to see the scene before her. Damien's bathroom is even bigge

The only time I entered this room were on, what was his names, insistence, his hands gripping me with a desperation that almost suffocated me below the water on the tub. As I finally take in the entirety of the disordered space, I observe that the bathroom is fully equipped, a new toothbrush lay on the countertop still in its wrapping, and toothpaste much the same. Fruity body wash fit for a woman stands on the shelf by the bath, which is sparkling white and completely empty. The walls seem to close in, painted in a stark shade of white that heightens my sense of entrapment. Yet, in the shadows of my thoughts, a nagging suspicion gnaws at me: is there a hidden camera watching my every move,

“If this is the cage, at least it’s a very pretty one.” I bark a strangled laugh. “Try not to let the gilding distract you from the bars.” She flops back onto the bed, arms spread. “These bars have a thread count.” I head for the bathroom, needing a second alone before I start screaming or crying or both. The bathroom is obscene. Marble everywhere. A glass‑walled shower big enough for a football team, a freestanding tub under a window, two sinks with mirrors framed in soft light. Plush towels rolled in baskets. Tiny bottles of products with labels in French.

EXCERPT FROM LAST CHAPTER; “Now, you can bath with me.” He smirked and sat up before slamming my butt and I moaned out. “Don’t make me fuck you again, come on.” He dragged my hand and then I told before he dragged me into the bathroom. I had never been to Ezra’s bathroom hence I was surprised at how furnished it was. It had four head shows and some part of the walls had shower head on them and I knew water can come out of them too. There were mirrors everywhere and then the scent of mango freshness was everywhere making me fall in love with the bathroom.

The tone of the room was the same as the entire floor, with little simple pieces of aesthetic decor here and there, but it wasn't enough to get rid of the unsettling feeling in her mind. She brought her gaze back to the big transparent cubicle she had first set her eyes on when she entered. "Please tell me there's a curtain for that!" Adonis glanced up from the phone in his hand. "There's no curtain." Cara wore an apprehensive look. The bathroom was the best she'd ever seen, no doubt. It had a built-in jacuzzi and shower room, a toilet area, and some extra unnecessary furniture that could arguably make it for a spa room, but that was beside the point.