Dungeon Man の小説・ストーリー

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

Unknown to me, I am struggling with whoever is holding me. "Let... Let him go. Let... Let me teach him how real men do it. Other... Otherwise, he'd go barging about that he couldn't hit me cause he was held back. Let me at him. Come at me you scum bag! "Damien says as he struggles to rise and my anger escalates. I need to rid this idiot of his sickening ego. I push the person holding me back and launch at Damien. Sending him to the ground with heavy punches thrown wickedly at his face.

I rounded the corner towards my bedroom unzipping my dress along the way, when suddenly a very naked man walked out of the bathroom dripping wet. We both got a fright upon seeing each other. "Who the hell are you?"He shouted. He held the knot on his towel that was covering him from the waist down. I'm guessing he's Michelle's Boss. I held my dress against my body feeling nervous to be around a man again."I'm Emi-I mean I'm Kate. Just Kate!"

Every step felt too loud as it clicked against it. Aiden stopped in front of a heavy door and pulled it open, disappearing through it. I waited again, Then I followed. The stairs going down were narrow and steep, and I held the wall the entire way, moving slowly so my feet wouldn't slip. I reached the bottom and stayed in the shadow of the stairwell, not daring to move further. The dungeon was lit by torches on the walls and in the centre of it, tied to a chair with his head hanging, was the man from last night. The one who had grabbed my throat and thrown me over the ledge.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

He fell with a wheeze, then his gun skidding across marble. I pressed my back to the wall, heart steady, breathing measured. "Two intruders down inside the manor," I said into comms. "Possible team of four to six total. Intent is confirmed, they're here for Miss Dankworth." "Roger," Harris replied. "We've got movement along the eastern hedge. Engaging now." I sprinted back toward the grand staircase. Jane appeared again at the top landing, pale but determined now. Lance was beside her now, holding an old revolver like it was part of his bloodline. The old man got balls I gave him that.

But then again, he doesn't have to be the head of this group or pack. He watches me for a while and then exits the dungeon, to probably call his Alpha or leader. Soon enough, the sound of footsteps of several people, instead of just one are heard and the door opens up once again to reveal the same man, a rather large and very muscular man, a meek looking lady with glasses and another man dressed in an all black outfit too.

- Bhlezy "yup"- Dessa "I have a little knowledge but I want to be clear"- Kaye Timot nods to this sudden question "in simple word, a dungeon is a place or stage, that consist of monster, treasure, and bosses but it is not easy"- Timot "So does it mean that we cleared two dungeons already?"- Bobby "that's right Uncle Bobby"- Timot "but come to think of it, if any of us are not here, maybe we are all died"- Jimboy

"This is the dungeon for people with great sin. Once you enter here, it will be difficult for you to get out. You have ended two days in the silent dungeon. And now I'm taking you to the dark dungeon. And if you're still alive after five days I'll move you to the bottom of the dungeon until you go crazy and die. You better start praying, that someone will help you. If no one takes pity on you, you will die here. And will be included in the missing person in the outside world." I gulped nervously and my chest throbbed even harder. "What's in the bottom of the dungeon? " I asked the man nervously. "Dead, fear, emptiness, and death" The man's answer was simple but scary. I just imagining it but