Novel & Cerita Chained To You Free

My body was failing. But I forced one more surge of heat. One last burst of power. The chain flared red-hot. Terri roared, throwing her entire weight into her final pull. CRACK. The last chain snapped. With a gasp, Terri stumbled forward, her legs shaking beneath her as the heavy metal links crashed onto the frozen floor. She was free!

Charles pulled her closer to him, and whispered "That is - Acceptable."

The golden sun shined above, warming my skin, droplets of sweats slid down my bare back. My bones ached from exhaustion and pain, bonded by heavy chains to the hands and knees, I knelt down feeling tiny pebble pierce my kneecap. Head bowed down in forceful submission, my freedom was kept. The hush whispers and excited cries from the sadistic crowd grow louder, consuming all sounds. I could feel them gawking at my naked form, it brought needle like feelings to my skin being so vulnerable and exposed to all who cared to see, it made my pulse race and my eye watered knowing that I was at their mercy. My heart quicken at the thought of being stoned to death or beheaded, it might come down to tha

She cried about how much pain she was in. Declan immediately brought a bowl of chicken soup and knocked on my door. "Sierra, this is chicken soup my mom sent over. Drink some quickly to nourish your body."

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

Miami glowed beneath us, neon lights, glittering water, a city alive and ignorant of the fact that I was trapped above it. “Three months, that's all I want with you,” he said, his eyes locking with mine through the glass. “After that, you're free to leave. During this period, you are solely my responsibility. I will give you anything you need, power, attention, money, loyalty, name it…” he turned to me. “What do you say, Snowflake?” “How about no, thank you?” I shot back. “I don't want your money or loyalty. I just want to get off this bed and continue with my vacation.”

They were the roots of the Chain, the infrastructure that made the law enforceable, the mechanism that made escape impossible. They shattered not from force but from resonance, from the frequency of the Chain's glow matching the frequency of the roots' rigidity and canceling it out. The iron roots had never encountered a frequency they could not absorb, a force they could not withstand. They had anchored the weight of countless debts, countless obligations, countless souls who had tried to flee and found themselves dragged back by the irresistible gravity of unpaid balances.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

The same warmth I had felt when my tears healed Mira. I looked down at my chained wrists. Golden light flickered faintly beneath the metal. I stared in shock. “No way…” The glow spread slowly along the chains. The iron began to shake. The warmth inside me grew stronger. I closed my fists. The chains suddenly cracked. Then shattered. I gasped and stumbled backward. My wrists were free. I stared at the broken chains on the ground. I had done it. My breathing became faster. The power inside me was growing. But there was no time to think. Mira was gone.