Guy Breaking Shackles Novels & Stories

She was sporting a nice bruise from the punch she’d insisted on, but not much else. Dad motioned to the two men who’d come with us, their names escaped me, and they quickly sprang into action. Within seconds the door to Will’s cell creaked open, sounding heavy. They both moved in, and I heard E’s chains rattle again. A few more seconds and he was released from the ground, although his limbs remained in shackles. The men scooped him up by his arms and I had to look away. He was so weak that he couldn’t even hold his head up.

I pulled at my shackles, trying to break them, but they were made by the Fireash pack using a blend of steel and diamonds mined in our lands. They were near unbreakable, so I slumped against the wall and tried to conserve my strength for my next escape attempt, hoping that Angelia and the others would be okay.

I suck in a heavy breath and close my eyes. I try to ignore the jabs and nasty comments they mutter but they pierce my ears like needles. It takes hours for sleep to finally wash over me. *** I jerk awake to an icy feeling creeping up my arms. I try to move but my wrists are locked to the head of the bed. The metal is freezing, and I quickly realize it's cold iron. "You motherfuckers!" I snarl, yanking hard on the shackles. Harsh laughter echoes in my ears. It grows louder as I continue to struggle against the chains.

"You must free him, Eleanor. He is the key to your true power. Without him, you will never know your true destiny." My hands trembled as I looked at the shackles. I knew that freeing that wolf could change everything. But I also knew that there was no other choice. I took a deep breath, determined. Approaching the shackles, I touched them, feeling an electric current course through my body. The shackles began to fall apart, rusty and brittle, until they fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

ful, I take a break, unable to comprehend why he was released from jail during the hearing. He had tried to kill me, and now he has me captive. Once I catch my breath, I pull on the chain again, and to my surprise, I hear a crack. I managed to crack the edge just enough to slip my hands through. Now I need to free my feet. I sit up in the bed and work on getting my feet out of the shackles. Thankfully, they're not as difficult to remove as my hands were. Once I'm free from the bed, I have to walk with the shackles on my legs. It's not easy, but I shuffle my feet and start looking for something to break the chain apart. I make my way to the bedroom door, but when I try to open it, I realize i

My stomach lurches. “Up,” one grunts, heading toward me. I shuffle to my knees, forcing a shiver into my limbs. Make them think I’m weak. Broken. Helpless. The key turns in the shackle. Click. That’s all I need. I lurch upward with every ounce of strength I’ve been storing like a battery. My elbow catches the closer guard in the throat. He stumbles back, coughing, just as I grab the keyring and whip it toward the second man’s face.

The wood is cool against my back, but the moment I rest my head on the pillow, he gets to work. Cassian lifts my right leg and places my ankle in the U-groove, securing it with a thick leather strap. Then the left. I feel the tension as he pulls the straps tight. I’m spread wide open, ass slightly raised, completely vulnerable. My arms are taken above my head, shackled before I can even process it. And now, I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t hide. The people watching are just feet away. I can feel their eyes eating me alive. It makes my pussy drip.

In this state, even if he was dropped from a cliff and drowned in the sea, he would never know. Jupiter might not even know he was in this place under these circumstances. I couldn't look at him any longer. As I wiped away the tears that were falling-both from longing and from the sadness of seeing him like that-I tried to free his hands and feet from the chains. It was really difficult. I had to break both of his thumbs so the hand cuffs could be released. As for the leg cuffs, I looked for any iron object that I could use to break the cuffs.

“How about we continue this discussion when my hands and feet don’t feel like they’re about to be chopped off by these chains.” Matamoros stood, giving him an assessing look before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Yet, even after all they’d discussed, the man still held his gun poised as he inserted the key into the lock keeping the shackles together and unlocked it. Gerald nearly rolled his eyes, but the relief of finally being able to move his body was far greater than his irritation at the man’s high level of distrust. “I need to wake my friends up,” he said when he got up, first walking towards Damian to shake him and see whether that would rouse him.

Hayden said through deep, huffing breaths. His voice sounded more feral now. Georgia could tell he was already changing; she could sense it too. Her mind felt mildly connected. It was difficult to hold on because she could feel the struggle in his mind and his racing thoughts were a jumble that made it difficult for her to lock onto his mind. He managed to get over to the wall with the shackles. Georgia realized they were placed at four points on the wall that coincided with his arms and legs. With shaking hands, he kicked off his trainers and fastened the lower ones onto his legs, where they held around him, just above the ankles. Reaching up, he slid his hands into the upper shackles.