Break The Shackles の小説・ストーリー

They usually took them in chains if they weren’t able to get them free on site and that floor bolt would be hellish to break. “May I look at your ankles, please? I’d like to see if I can get those shackles off and looking at the lock will tell me if they are easy to pick or not.” “Okay,” she agreed hesitantly. 57 Laurann Dohner Jessie reached through the cage to gently grip one of the shackles. There were key holes in each one and the metal was heavy, solid and wouldn’t break with what they

The only way to get out of these shackles is if I break my fingers and toes and squeeze myself out of here. At this point, it seemed very much appealing and I wanted to leave this place that bad so all I had to do was muster up the courage to do it. I knew he would be back soon for another round of torture so I had to hurry up. Pain rippled through my hands as I broke my thumb just to squeeze through the chains. It was very hard not to bite down on my lip or tongue but I knew that would be doing more damage than good. I repeated the same thing with the other hand and removed my hands from the chains.

Breaking the rules, finally shedding the shackles that had bound me for so long… It looked good on me.

I refuse to look beaten; I refuse to look broken, and I refuse to look betrayed. I am hauled down the dark, dank stairs into the dungeon where I am then chained up in a room down the hall. The shackles hold me in a standing position my arms stretch out uncomfortably above my head. When the guards leave the room, I allow my head to drop and my tears to pour freely down my face.

I've been cleaning. I shielded myself from his blows as I crawled to my feet. The belt whipped against my back, but I didn't care. I begged him to stop, but I knew he wasn't going to stop. So I took off running with him on my trail Rick grabbed my shirt pulling me back into the room and wrapping his hand around my neck. And that’s when I decided then it was time to fight back. I decided at that moment, I wanted to live. Just not like this.

He hums a laugh, glances at Patton, and leaves, saying as he passes the door into Blake’s torture chamber, “I’ll be back soon. Think about making this easier on both of us in the meantime.” His footsteps recede down the hallway until silence hugs the space, and the echo of a heavy, likely guarded, door rushes toward me, confirming, I hope, that we’re alone. I shift to my knees to give my arms some slack, but suddenly the iron shackles give way, falling to pieces. My numb arms fall to my side out of my control. Patton’s, too, slump, and he rocks forward, wincing as the same tingles rip through his muscles as our blood supply returns.

The restraints on my wrist caused my back to be slammed onto the the metal pole behind me. "Fuck." I muttered as I slowly got back up. I wasn't going to give up. I heard two more gun shots and I started to get anxiety. My hands starting shaking and I couldn't even hold on to the heavy shackles because of how rapidly my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my breathing. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I convinced myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall.

It skittered across the stone floor, stopping just inches from my reach. I didn't wait. I threw my weight against the bars, my muscles screaming as I forced the shift. My bones cracked and elongated, the silver in the shackles searing my skin. I didn't care. I reached through the bars, my claws scraping the stone until I snagged the remote. The click of the release was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. The shackles fell. The silver dampeners in the walls hummed and died. Power—raw, cold, and lethal—flooded back into my limbs. I kicked the cell door off its track.

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.