Forehead Chain Novels & Stories

Elizabeth observed as the veins on the side of his neck popped when his jaw ticked, teeth obviously grinding behind his thin pale pink lips. His clenched jaw was squared, with a nice love line in the middle of his jaw. A cleft chin, something one did not see everyday. There was a very noticeable ink at the side of his face, a black drawing of two serpents fighting for dominance, identical to the necklace on his neck.

I grоаnеd wіth thе іnѕtаnt pain, and mу hаnd instantly touched mу face, fееlіng thе wаrm blооd bеgіn to trickle dоwn my forehead. Hіѕ еуеѕ flickered fоr a mоmеnt, lооkіng almost ароlоgеtіс. Thеу ѕооn rеturnеd back tо thеіr ісу ѕtаrе, hіѕ face still held nо emotion.

He straightens my position, and picks up the chain. He gets right to it, lashing from my shoulders blades to my calves with all the force I imagine he can muster with the chain segments. It wraps around as it connects and gets my already miserable sides, the previous whip marks, my cheek once when he aims for my shoulder blades. I scream and growl, agony becoming anger and all my emotions twisting together.

It all confused me yet I stood there silent, unable to ask anything. He pointed at my forehead. "You should get something for that, it will definitely leave a dark spot if you leave it unattended to." My hand subconsciously raised to my forehead and touched it. I winced, only feeling the pain at the mention of it. Even when I was no longer touching it, it began to ache. It felt sore and swollen and was stating to give me a headache but the bigger headache was the man standing in front of me. He was the cause of all my emotional pains and distress and apparently physical ones as well now.

"Matching earrings to go with my necklace?" His forehead pinches together creating those little wrinkles I love so much as he shakes his head. "No, I want to give you half my company."

At that moment, I realized they were not my enemy's pack. My eyes widen as the dark-brown-haired male raises the chain in his hand and quickly lowers it to my head. It closed as the chain came down with force.

In a sudden motion that was also fierce, I channeled my rage into action, caught Grace off guard as I swung my head forward, using the weight of my chains as a weapon. As the metal echoed, my forehead connected with Grace's nose, in a sickening and satisfying thud.

I was just… me. After rinsing off, I turned off the water and wiped the steam from the mirror with my hand. My reflection stared back at me — wet hair clinging to my face, eyes heavier than they should be for someone my age. I noticed how thin I’d become, how hollow my collarbones looked, but what caught my attention most was the strange birthmark beneath my left breast. A small, swirling vine-like shape. It had always been there, but I never gave it much thought until recently.

The female that stopped me from shifting before never came back, but I am very thankful that she warned me about the chain. Lincoln never reset the collar and chain, so I now have a little more moving room. I curl up into a ball, loosening the chain. Even more, I may not be able to remove the chain yet, but with the extra moving room, I can now manoeuvre my arms from behind my back to in front of me.

I placed these so that they were perfectly spaced. On the breasts, there was only one strip, but where the nipples would be, it was opened with a ring and pierced by a metal bar with a curved shape in the center to fit the tip of the nipple there. Another strip was above the breasts, ending with a collar. From the middle of the body, two chains connect from the waist strap. I know that they should go through in a pierced way, making an X, but that they should not restrict themselves if they were pulled. These chains connect at the end to the loop in the middle of the neck, and there was a good end left. If one wanted to pull hard, it would make the muscles of the whole body move. In my hands