Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

ELIJAH “Elliot,” I whispered as I came to. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weirdly heavy and swollen. When I finally succeeded, I opened them, wincing as bright light flashed inside. I shut them instantly and opened them once again, looking at my surroundings. I was in my room. It seemed Elliot had dragged me into the room after what he did. I was tied to a chair with silver chains on my upper body and thick rope on my lower body.

Bree asked. "I didn't find her in her home, so, frustrated and feeling stupid, I decided to go back to my place, and just sleep the night out, I walked to mine and drunkenly stumbled into our living room, and the first thing I saw was pete on the chair, Ellie's nipples in his mouth and she bouncing on his cock as it belonged to her, so, I tiptoed out, they're so engrossed they didn't even notice me come in, I got the chains, walked up to Ellie and chained her neck, pulled her off Pete and gave her a deafening blow." Lana narrated. "Is that the end? What happens next?" The lady from the corner asked in disappointment.

Willie Lou grunted frustratingly and cursed to herself, rolling her eyes before shoving Chicago aside to walk away. Phuture had no idea what happened between Chicago and Terrance, but Terrance was somehow able to convince them to join despite Willie Lou's persistence of killing them. "She just needs a minute." Terrance smiled. "The Demon Corps is back! Celie, I'll refurbish your memories about The Demon Corps. I understand if you're confused with everything taking place all at once." Willie Lou coped with a frustrating situation by marching around in a circle, but she approached Terrance and Celie with an easier energy than before. She was no longer angry enough to fight them, especially sin

I couldn't remember feeling trapped this much before, while that silent scream echoed in my mind. Elvis is here, with all the memories of who I used to be and who I could have become. Now, in this gilded cage called my marriage, I wonder if I will ever be free. There, at least.

The chains were for show, for protocol, for the appearance of control. Near the palace steps, Queen Elara stood with her arm wrapped tightly around Lady Mira. Emery's wife wept silently, her face pressed into the queen's shoulder. Their children huddled nearby, too young to fully understand, too old to be completely unaware that something terrible was happening. Prince Kaelen approached Emery. "Lord Emery." His voice was quiet, formal. "I cannot wish you luck. That would be inappropriate." He paused. "But I can tell you that your family will be cared for. That is a promise."

As I am pushed down onto the ground, I hear a growl from the other side of the vast space, a growl I recognise, it's followed by a bark as the men still have a hold of my wrists, "Get your fucking hands off my mate!" He snaps as the man's hands are replaced with shackles, my hands hit the floor from the surprising weight of them. The cold of the metal sends cold shivers up my spine as goosebumps form on my arms, making my hairs stand on ends. "Elias!" I call out, now just able to make out his shape in the shadowy darkness. "Chilli!" His voice rings out, followed by a metallic sound, clanging together, he must be chained up like me. Soon that sound is lost as a cackling laughter fills the air

“Unless you want to embarrass yourself in there.” Ellion hesitated. “I know what I’m doing,” Sorrian added smugly. “Trust me.” Against his better judgment, Ellion followed him. The moment they entered Sorrian’s room, the door locked behind him. Ellion barely turned around before Sorrian grabbed him hard and shoved him into a chair. “What the fuck—” Metal clinked loudly. Ellion froze as cold cuffs snapped around his ankles. “Sorrian!” Before he could react further, chains wrapped around his torso, pinning him tightly against the chair. His arms were left free enough to move, but not enough to escape.

Nyxios led her through corridors she hadn't yet explored, ascending staircases and passing through doorways until they reached a circular chamber in what must have been one of the mansion's towers. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with ancient tapestries depicting elven figures in poses of submission and dominance. At its center hung a set of silver chains from the ceiling, each link inscribed with runes that pulsed with soft blue light. The chains ended in manacles that dangled at waist height, waiting. "The Bonds of Submission," Nyxios said, his voice taking on a reverent quality. "A Keltos family heirloom for twelve generations. Few outsiders have ever seen them." He turne

Down. "If I see any of you playing with your chains, it will be the end for you!" I grabbed the girl on the chair and tossed her in the cell next to Jennie. I made sure I chained her up nicely. “I will starve you until I get acceptable weight. Then a second surgery will begin, okay.” Whimpers and shivers came from the new girl as the old ones stayed completely silent. At this point, there was nothing they could do. ~ Ellie ~

it made me feel much better that she would be with me as I did. I swallowed hard and gave her the tiniest nod to show I understood. “I thought he told you two to get out!” The other man barked impatiently. As we stepped out of the car, I noticed Ellie subtly slipping her hand into her purse, fingers curling around something small and cylindrical. The dim lighting made it hard to see exactly what it was, but I knew better than to believe it was anything harmless. After getting out of the car, we faced our captors, the cool night air prickling my skin. Ellie squared her shoulders and scoffed, “You won’t get away with this.”