Novel & Cerita Guy Breaking Shackles

His hands circled around Dave's neck as he started strangling him with the same shackles. "Let go! Let go!" Dave was elbowing him but it wasn't working. Jackson was so strong and muscular that Dave's power was nothing in comparison to it. Jackson let go for a moment and I thought he'd calmed down when he shook his arm so hard that the shackles came apart. Literally broke in two, the metal digging into his skin but Jackson wasn't the one to care about pain. He easily tore off the mask holding his mouth shut and that's when I snapped out of it.

MY GIRL ~ Gabriel’s POV ~ A figure walked in front of the cell doors followed by three more. I growled at them. I noticed one was holding chains! no! I ran across the cell too quick for them to know what was happening. Reaching through the bars. I grabbed one guy by his neck and pulled him forward toward me. His head had no other option but to collide with my cell bars. I smiled as his skull busted open spraying blood all over his pitiful friends. I moved to another guy. He couldn’t keep up with my movements quick enough to respond to what I was doing. I shoved my fingers in his mouth quickly jerking his bottom jaw causing his mouth to open wide. Using my other hand, I used the piece of meta

I rested a hand on the handle. "I'm not interested in answers you've memorized." Without another word, I stepped outside. The guard closed the steel door behind me. Damian looked at me. "That's it?" "For now." "You got nothing." "I got exactly what I wanted." He raised an eyebrow. "He never denied Ghost Rider." I started walking toward the second holding room. "He corrected nothing I said." "You noticed all that?" "I noticed everything." The second prisoner looked younger. Maybe twenty-five. His nose had been broken during the capture.

"Unless you'd unlock the shackles on my legs. Would you do that?" Alexander shook his head, took the key from the table, and used it to pry open my shackles. I watched as my arms dropped free, crimson marks lingering from where the chains had bitten deep. But the shackles on my ankles were still there, clinging heavily to prevent me from escaping. With Alexander's obsession with me reaching the next level, there was no way he would miss any opportunity to keep me close. Freeing just my hands was already a stretch for him. Ignoring the pain in my bones, I lifted my head toward the three men still alive on the floor. Their eyes were full of fury as they looked up at me.

Joanne stopped and watched Conor. Conor retrieved the shackles he had stashed in one of the drawers a few days ago. Joanne frowned at him as he placed her wrists in the metal cuffs. "Is that necessary, Conor? She's a woman. And she's asleep..." Joanne grumbled. He locked the shackles and slipped the key into his right pocket. Necessary? Yes, absolutely!

Then, I saw something that sent my heart plummeting into my gut. A guard appeared, dragging a figure in chains. The shackled man was being pushed forward with force, but he stumbled, struggling to keep his feet beneath him. It was Jason. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the man I once knew, he had always been confident, and strong, the kind of person who didn’t let anyone walk all over him, but was now broken, beaten, and humiliated. His face was bruised, and there was a look in his eyes, a resigned hopelessness that struck me to my core.

Stepping towards the guard, he asked, "Is it that time already?" Without a word, the guard opened the gate and Shaun braced himself for the inevitable. The cold touch of iron shackles encircled his wrists, their weight a tangible reminder of his predicament. The guard yanked on the chain to urge him forward. With a resigned acceptance, he followed the guard's lead, his thoughts consumed by the events that had led him to this moment. Shaun couldn't resist; he killed a captain, he'll have to face the consequences. Skye whimpered in the back of his head, knowing they were in this predicament because of his actions. This is why I don't give you much control, Skye! You act without thinking!

he said and laugh wickedly "Jacob" he called the guy I presume to be his right hand man coz he was holding many phones and other stuffs like that "Aren't you feeling like getting released? Aren't you getting horny just by seeing this beauty in front of you?" What? No! "Seriously boss I'm, I can't wait to taste her but was so scared of what will happen if you find out,that why I restrain my self" "Well she's all yours bad boy!" He laugh as he slap his right arm softly

"As it happens, I've got a real beast, fresh from the deathmatches. He's guaranteed to help you blow off some steam." I lit my cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a plume of white smoke before flicking the ash. "Show me." The fixer glanced around warily. Once sure it was safe, he snapped his fingers, signaling someone from the shadows to step forward. The man who approached was tall, with broad shoulders and a lean, well-defined waist. When he stopped in front of me, he blocked the overhead light completely, casting me in shadow. Before I could speak, the fixer yanked hard on the heavy chain of his shackles.

I wondered aloud as Kade picked up the end of the chain, finding the last link broken open. There was still one bent shackle on the floor, and I was impressed that the person had managed to get the medal to bend into that position. “This is a different one. The one from the hallway wasn’t wearing any restraints. This one broke free from only one shackle. They would still have one on.” He placed it back down. “Between that and the blood, I don’t think they restrained themselves. I think they were put up here intentionally. Someone knew whoever they placed up here would get free from the chains easily, and you would be here. Who wants you dead?”