Guy Breaking Shackles Novels & Stories

she pleaded. I grabbed the shackles trying to take them off him. That was when I realized that the shackles were woven around him in a way that made it hard to loosen. "I don't think this is possible." I shook my head, giving up. "We can break it off, I just need you to help me hold it out." She spread out her hand demonstrating what I needed to do. I grabbed a part of the shackles, holding it away from Alex's body. Alex was busy watching us, he had no idea what we were up to and he seemed like he didn't care.

The ringleader of this freakshow. The laughter died on my tongue as his heels clacked across the floor. The sound would have seemed powerful to me if it wasn’t for the bastard wearing them. He stopped in front of me and the guards who had done an impeccable job at holding me down pushed themselves away from me and there was nothing keeping me from bashing his skull other than the silver chains and shackles adorning my hands and feet. Chains and shackles which I could easily break out of if I’m being honest. But I make no effort to move and neither does he.

They had to have all gotten out. One of the shackles snapped off, weakened by Troi’s teeth. I rolled to my side, climbed up on my knees and began tugging at the other bracelet. Troi hadn’t had time to work on it and it was still solid and unyielding, so I gave up, turning my attention to the chain. I gave it a tug, giving myself a little bit of slack and then picked up a rock, smashing it down on one of the links. It finally broke and I was free, still wearing a silver bracelet but no longer attached to the damn bed.

I managed to ask, my voice weak and barely audible. His gaze dropped to the shackles around my wrists and his jaw clenched. His ocean blue eyes blazed as if the sight of my situation made him so mad. The danger lurking beneath the depths of his orbs made me know he was beyond livid. With two long strides, he managed to close the gap between us. He got down in front of me and held the shackles on my wrists. The initial sting of pain as the shackles pressed against my skin made me wince, but the pain soon vanished when the shackles broke into pieces under the brutal grip of the man. For him to crush wraith steel just like that proved how strong he was, and I was starting to wonder if he was ju

he bellowed in fury, straining against the chains that bound his wrists and ankles. I couldn't help but chuckle at his futile struggles as I casually leaned against the wall. He was securely chained, blood staining his wrists and ankles from his desperate attempts to break free. The back of my gun had left a gash on his head, causing blood to trickle down his face.

Where’d he get those? I obeyed. Which clearly pleased him, from the way his eyes brightened. “Hold out your leg.” I lifted it toward him. He laughed and caught my heel. Guiding it sideways enough I had to shift my foot to keep my balance. He guided my leg down and to the side of me at a forty-five degree angle. Clamping the shackle around both my ankle and the metal piece. I rattled it, sliding it up and down but finding that there was no way to get out of it. I gave his face a nervous perusal but saw only delight there. I feared I was now catching on to how this would go.

Glaring at me with his good eye. "Fine." I stand up and stroll around him and the chair he's chained to. I run my fingers up his good arm, around to his back and down to his casted arm. He watched as I walked around, snapping his head to follow. I pause. The corner of my mouth ticks up as I grab the fingers of his broken arm and bend them backwards. He screams in agony. "ANSWER ME!!" "OKAY. OKAY." I let go. "Fuck...alright. some guy, okay. He comes into a bar I was at in Delwork. Says he'll pay me if I get some Intel for him."

If I could get my shackles off then escaping was certain. I started abrading the shackles, if I was persistent then I could be free before midnight. This was a chance from the goddess and I couldn't fail Her so I worked unrelentingly with the adrenaline rush coursing through me and the fear of how these vicious men would feast on my body brought a sheer sense of urgency through me. It was now or never.

My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, trying to control the surge, trying to understand what was happening. But it was too much. Too fast. The energy inside me burst free, like a dam breaking under the weight of a roaring river. I cried out, the force shaking the bed, the walls, the very air around me. The chains trembled, then snapped. I fell forward, gasping, my hands free for the first time since Brian had left me. I stared at my wrists in disbelief, the iron shackles lying broken on the floor. I had done it. I had broken them again, no, not just broken them. I had ‘shattered’ them, as though they were made of glass.