Chained Up Novels & Stories

"Why are you always such a brat!" Trey says, slamming the door behind me and throwing his tie down on the entryway table. "Maybe you need to stop being such a dick. I'm not property Trey, a human being here." I said turning to face him. He always looks so sexy when he gets riled up. "Listen here baby, you are going to have to stop these charades," Trey says cracking his neck and walking me up against the wall in the entryway. "Or what?" I said knowing damn well that I was challenging him. "Or you are going to start getting punishments that you may not like." He said leaning further down to kiss me.

She walks into the shower room only to get annoyed once more when she realized her hands are still on-chain preventing her to do things that should've been done with two f*cking hands! Rushing out of the shower room, she walked around there. How could she get off her clothes when her hands are tied closely with a chain?! How could she shower herself and how could she clean her body? And she doesn't even know how to call Greg or where the heck he is right now to freakin' ask him to remove her chain first. D*mn him to infinity! Upon walking and looking at everything, she found a surveillance camera on one side of the ceiling. She was a bit surprised. So, for how long did the camera have been h

The pack's survival hung on a thread, and here I was, stuck. Panic took over fully then, a rush that propelled me to push myself off the ground, desperate to move, to do something—anything—to get out. My muscles tensed as I surged upward, but almost immediately, I heard the sound of metal clanging, harsh and echoing in the quiet room. Something drew my moving figure back with a yank, pulling me down hard. Chains. Cold, unyielding links wrapped around my wrists and ankles, restricting every inch. I was chained. Shock froze me for a second, then I traced the chains with my eyes, following their length from my limbs to where they anchored into the wall, solid and immovable. I was chained to the

Guuuukkk! “Gulp!” Xiao Chen was startled by the sound from the Cerberus and thought the ancient demon beast had woken up. But upon looking again, the Cerberus was still unconscious and appeared to be fast asleep on the floor. Xiao Chen looked at the Cerberus and noticed a chain binding it. This made Xiao Chen realize that the Cerberus couldn’t get out or move freely—no wonder it lived in this cramped space merely as a guard. At that moment, a feeling of pity suddenly welled up in Xiao Chen’s mind; he thought that chains were bonds that held people back and prevented them from doing anything to gain their freedom.

"Are you going to take this thing off my ankle finally?" "I can't. You'll run, and we can't have that till we know you're one of us." "Well, how am I supposed to go upstairs when I'm chained here?" "I have these. I'll be able to hold onto the chain while we spend some time upstairs," he said as he pulled the gloves on and went to unattached her chain from the bed post.

Every single one of them turned in my direction, One of them stood up and the rest of them started to stand too . By the time all four were walking toward me, my heart was beating so loudly I could hear it. I pulled against the chains again, I swallowed. “I… I think there’s been a mistake…Why am I chained up ?” . The tallest one crouched in front of me, I couldn’t see his face. Only a blurry outline, His fingers reached for my hair. He slowly wrapped a strand around his finger. “What do we have here? I see you are finally awake ”

"Two days. I'm surprise I'm not dead. I tried to talk to him and tell him my deal, but he just thrown me in here and chained my wrist." "Wrist?" "Yeah, I only have one chained, but it's on the ground, so I can't get up and stretched out my limbs." Fuckin bitch. "How are you chained?" "By both my wrist and they are above my head." "You can't stand up?" "Um, I haven't tried." "Okay." I brought my knees up and I pushed my back towards the wall. I pushed up and moved my back, crawling my way up. My legs were asleep, so it was a tickling pain that made my laugh in pain. "What?" I heard him say across the cell.

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Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and I lost count of time. My life had become a cycle of filth, men, and silence. I didn’t fight it anymore—I had stopped fighting long ago. My stepmother had no use for me outside of what I could earn for her, and so I became nothing more than a tool. A body without a soul.

The silver light of the chandelier caught in my hair, highlighting the dark bronze waves against my white blouse and blazer. I look strong. Composed in posture. Calculating stormy blue eyes. But I know the difference between surface and depth. I had inherited privilege, power, expectation—but not inevitability. There are things beyond my control. Death being one of them. Finally, I sink into the chaise again, this time with a exhausted exhale. My room aligns, my world momentarily in order. Cassian moves to stand near the doorway, still, watching, a living reminder that even isolation in my life came with supervision.