Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

he rasped and she cried with relief. Her Xanthis. He would always be her anchor. ... Ellise opened her eyes, groaning as a result of the pain in her lower back. She heaved a sigh when she realized that she was tied to a chair. The door opened and Cornelia stepped in. "Not so comfortable, are we?" She asked, moving towards Ellise with her sleeping child. "What do you want with me?" Ellie said, sighing. "You? I don't need you. I just want to use you to get Alex"

He liked that. He reached down and dug his fingers into her arm. She cried out, struggled, and tried to rise, but he wasn’t going to allow that. He smacked her chin and Ellen slumped back, her head bumping on the flagstones. After dragging her to the center of the room, he shackled her wrists and ankles to the floor. She was spread-eagled and, he saw, regaining consciousness. Callahan watched her writhe as though spasms were shooting through her. The rattling of chains merged with the sounds of her whimpering.

Their eyes were red and swollen and puffed. Their legs were bent and most of them could not walk properly. They were of different sizes and shapes and heights but they were all coming towards us... no me. "What is this?!" Their teeth were either broken, black or not even there. "Step on the pearl. I don't know what they will do to you." I shook my head. "You wouldn't leave me to them." "We will. I'll wait for you." *** Elliot's POV Lot didn't stop roaring as he tried to free himself from the chains of gold. His impatience and wanting to have his mate was driving both of us mad.

THREE DAYS LATER… The dungeon reeked of damp stone and old blood. Shadows clung to the walls, broken only by the occasional flicker of a torch. Elia sat chained against the cold stone wall, her wrists were raw and blistered, angry red marking where the iron cuffs had dug into her skin. Her eyes were swollen from endless tears, her body trembled in silence. Her once cream dress was now a disturbing mixture of blood, sweat, and dirt. Strands of her hair clung to her damp face, matted with dust and dried blood.

I backed up, holding them too high for her to reach. “Give them back!” she demanded. “Is that an order, Miss?” “Fuck you, buckaroo. I’ll bite your face.” God, I wanted her to try it. I jangled her keys above her head, letting her jump for them. She couldn’t reach, then I backed up again before she started to chase me around the rocky driveway. And I ran. I ran when I thought of a hundred ways to end this fast and well. “Do you think I won’t tackle you!” Ellie shouted at me. Four of her guards watched us, not saying a word. They looked the least bit interested.

Its smell was pretty much toxic from the smoking of the thugs camped in the abandoned space alongside the unkept state it'd been left in. Ellie was tied on a wooden chair, her hands were behind her back in restraint and each of her feet was tied up with the legs of the chair. She looked up in horror, her hair matted on her face as a result of her tears mixed with sweat from the amount of struggle she'd previously engaged in. "Let me go!" She screeched with a crazy look, struggling furiously with the restraints which had been so expertly tied by the thugs before her. The goons were over seven in number, all wearing black vests and laughing at her deranged charade.

Chapter 5 Ellie pov Fuck! My body tensed cause right there on my wrist was a yellow bangle and a petal in my grasp. How? Why? Fear swept through my entire body as I struggled to amass every piece of shock around me. The door clicked open and my attention darted towards the door with Lefika standing, her wary glance scrutinizing my entire body and then replaced by a sweet smile. She rushed over to my side to hug me tightly. "It's such a miracle that you're alive, mortal princess."

Her mother didn’t even blink. “Do you really believe that is your purpose?” she asked. “It doesn’t matter what I believe. This is why you gave birth to me. To grant our people power.” There was a thoughtful look on her mother’s face for a moment. “To grant power, yes.” The confirmation was like a knife to Elly’s heart. She looked down to find her bed gone, replaced by the burnt ruins still smoldering from the fire. Instead of the blankets wrapped around her, there were chains. Heavy shackles bit into the skin of her wrists and neck.

They looked sweet, while Thomas is holding Jiusel arms. "They're kidding." My eyes glittered as I watch the cute and colorful keychains. I approached it and stared at it. "How much is this?" The woman stood up as if she had been watching me for a while. She smiled and let me choose a keychain. I eyed the one with a stuff of bears, before it finally took over and handed over the payment. "Don't you have any coins."

At once, the Elites cleared his path. “How about we end your life? Since you care too much about my son, it’s time you go ahead of him. At least, you wouldn’t see him die.” “You—you won’t get away with this!” Eleanor tried standing, but a red-like chain brought her back to the ground. “I already did.” Xavier squeezed his fist, and the chain binding her tightened. Eleanor shrieked; her skin was melting as the chain’s clutch grew tighter. Her bone sizzled when it moved past the protection of her thick flesh.