Guy Breaking Shackles Novels & Stories

But enough isn’t something that we should be assured in, we would always need to maximize our possibility for escape. I looked at the shackles on my feet and my hands, I was grateful that despite being tied up we were still able to run efficiently. I looked around and saw a big piece of stone, it was large and solid enough to break the locks of my shackles. My hands quickly grabbed it as I felt its weight and how hard it was. I lifted my right foot and placed it on top of a flat stone situated near me. I aimed for the lock, deciding to break it and pry open the first half of my shackles. I took a lungful of air and lifted the large stone on top of my head. “Stop,” Sebastien quickly warned. H

The body shackle fell to the floor with a clang. Next came the shackles around my feet. They broke easier than the one around my waist. Was made of a thinner metal. But my hands were breaking open and scaring over in record time. Phaedra should have fucking waited. The bitch should have known I would need another day or two to get Adelia back home. Not rush in guns blazing. With my feet free, this only left my hands. I wasn’t going to rip them from my wrists with only one hand. No. I had to break my thumbs.

“I’m risking my life right now, Yana. And I don’t care. If I get hurt, perhaps it’s what I deserve. Now please, give me a chance to make this right. Hold out your arms to me, please.” His voice is starting to shake with emotion, so even though I’m reluctant, I hold out my arms to him as he reaches out to me again. He takes my hands, and I can feel something cold on his other palm. He touches my shackles, and immediately they break under that tool he had hidden under his hand. He turns to the lock of the cell and does the same thing. The lock falls on the concrete floor, completely broken. With that, he goes inside and comes to undo the chains that are binding my feet to the floor.

She leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, her eyes glazed as she watched dust motes dance in the light. "We are not alone." Sloane drew his dagger. The shadows between the trees shifted. From the woods ahead, Balthazar stepped into the clearing. Vane and Kael flanked him. "Seeing you so helpless is good to see." Balthazar's jaundiced eyes scanned the tattered remains of Sloane's shirt greasy stains, charcoal, dried blood. "To think I was replaced by a dog who looks lost searching for a bone." Sloane did not move. He held up his right wrist. The golden Shackle glowed with an angry, rhythmic amber light.

I asked the guy who had freed my shackles, and he looked at me with confusion. "Of course, we will. Didn't you hear our boss earlier?" He asked me, and I just nodded at him before turning my body and punching him in the nose. "Hey! How dare you! You are surely testing your luck today," The other guy said as he rushed towards me, and I slid under him before kicking the back of his knee. Taking the whip in my hand, I whipped both of them before tying the silver iron chains around their necks and hands with much effort.

Natalia & Andrei Natalia The metal shackles had rubbed my wrists raw by the second day. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain shooting up my arms, but I’d learned to grit my teeth and bear it. Complaining would only give these bastards more satisfaction. “Get up, prisoner,” the scarred female barked, kicking me swiftly in the ribs as she unhooked my chains from the post. I clenched my jaw against the pain, refusing to show how much that kick hurt. “Breakfast won’t make itself.”

He's simply another experimentation for him to observe. The guy gradually let go, his back flattened on the metal table underneath him. His lips were still wide in a muffled scream, but he wasn't about to fracture his backbone as he thrashed against the shackles, and his pupils had scaled back downward. The whites seemed to be sickly pale, but they seemed to be trying to clear up and recover their original hue. His face gradually returned to white, and he eventually closed his lips and stopped shaking.

I quickly leaned down kissing his forehead before standing up and grabbing the chain, trying to break it. Frustrated I walked around him and yanked on the chains around his feet but couldn't break them. I stood up and finally seen his backside and started crying even harder. There was so much blood coming out of him and running down his legs along with what I can only imagine is semen. There's whip marks everywhere, his entire back is covered in them, even the back of his legs. I hear a loud growl followed by the sound of a chain breaking. I looked up to see Thaddeus moving to the next chain. He grabbed a hold of the chain and easily breaks it as he yanked on it. He quickly moved to his feet

My wrists are raw and bleeding from the tight metal bindings that have kept me prisoner for days. As the first shackle snaps open, I wince at the sharp pain that shoots through my arms. But it's nothing compared to the relief I feel as the weight of the chains is lifted off me. I flex my fingers and try to soothe the aching in my wrists as he moves on to the next shackle. With each snapping chain, I feel a sense of liberation, a glimmer of hope that I might be able to escape this place. The pain of the shackles is replaced by a deep sense of gratitude towards Savio, who seems to understand my desire to escape.

His hands were bound in great and heavy shackles and there was a large metal ring around his neck. I heard it, the sound of an object as it sliced through the air towards the back of my head. I grabbed the tip of the spear without even looking back. I sent my leg backwards without turning, kicking at whoever was behind me and I heard the sound as someone crashed into the stone walls behind. I pushed the rusted bars of his cell to either side, bending the metal to create a large enough space for me to walk in. Seeing him still alive fuelled my anger. His cell was dark and I was sure all what he was seeing was a part of red dotted eyes approaching him. I broke away the heavy ring that was plac