Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Manacled

The abandoned castle stands as a chamber of darkness, dripping with an unsettling silence. ASHER, his body weakened and broken, is chained to a cold, rusty wall. His eyes are wide with horror as he watches the hooded man approach, his sinister presence imposing. The hooded Man slowly bends down, his movements deliberate and methodical. He retrieves the severed thumb from the ground, cradling it carefully with an air of macabre fascination. The dim light glints off the Anki knife he used, a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

Reassuring me this was not how we ended. Time wore on. The chains did not break no matter what I tried. Fixed into concrete, I couldn’t make a dint in the fastening. Each link was over an inch thick, silver coated. The manacle was impossibly strong. Screams brought nobody to help. I hoped by trying to shift my way out of them, thinking that the sheer power of Sybil could maybe pop them open. Nope. Ended up with two broken wrists that took an age to heal. Maddox took to watching, staring at me.

“Because you are seriously f^cked up.” He grinned at me. “I do love a sassy b^tch,” he said, slamming the hammer down on the ankle of the other leg. I screamed again, the pain excruciating. I was barely conscious when finished tying both my ankles to the other end of the table, effectively having me bound, spread eagle on the tabletop. The door opened again and the second man that was originally with the group came in. “Holy sh^t, man. What are you doing in here?”

He reached down to grab my ankle and placed another handcuff around it, before strapping it to the third curtain pole. My eyes widened as I gasped. “You aren’t serious?” I asked. Surely I wasn’t expected to be completely restricted? I’d have no way of moving or have any control! He snapped his head back up to look at me as he reached for my other ankle. “Do I look like I’m joking?” His expression was dark, as desire haunted him. I gulped as I watched him handcuff my remaining free ankle to the final curtain pole. “You had your chance to back out, little mate” he teased “you like to forget who you belong to, so I’m going to make you scream my name over and over until it’s impossible for you t

"Sir, please let me go! Don't interfere in my business. Let me...." Harry didn't want to hear Ana's refusal any further. He immediately lifted Ana's body in bridal style. Ana, who is surprised by Haryr's treatment, immediately moves her hands and feet. Her hand hit her back while her leg was kicking everything so that he could escape Harry's arms. “Shut up! Don't be too whimsical! I know you are a cute girl. Will not let other people be overwhelmed. Treat me as you treat the people around your rent "

She would have analyzed the door further but the scene in front of her paralyzed her. She saw a large bed. A man in middle fifties was lying on it. His hands and legs were restrained using handcuffs. About five-six men were surrounding him. Upon closer observation, she realized that they were similar to R in appearance. The man standing in the center had a scalpel in his hand. He was wearing a strange cap that distinguished him from the others. The man to his right was holding something like a wand and the man to his left held a box containing strange tools.

I couldn’t consider the arrow shot one. I was deep in my thoughts when the slave dealer stood in front of me, he chuckled. His eyes were undressing me, wanting more. I spat on his boots as he started touching me, as the mad man. Were they siblings? I had a heavy metal ball chained to me as I failed to escape once and a collar to seal any magic I could use. His hand raised my head turning it to each side then he smiled. I focused more on my bare hands to keep my body steady.

His fingers hovered over the velvet tray before closing around the very same dildo I had touched only minutes ago. "This," he said, holding it up like a trophy. "You seem fascinated by it. Curious, weren't you? Let's see how well you handle your own curiosity." "Draco," I gasped, the name catching in my throat. My mind was screaming, this is wrong, this is a trap, you are losing everything, but my blood hummed with a different command. He didn't answer. He simply reached for my skirt, bunching the fabric up until I was fully exposed to the harsh, overhead light of the room.

As we inch closer to her scent, I hear her voice. 'My mate will find me, and you will rot when he finds you!' My heart swells at her confidence in me, but she is in danger. We have to move quickly and quietly. Sending out a message through mindlink, I told them to circle but not to close. We need to be able to grab her carefully. My wolf laid on his belly and inched a bit closer. I could see her through the trees. Two men in robes have her arms and two other robed people stand behind them on either side. A man in a suit was in front of her. Is that a collar? THEY ARE DEAD. I hear a loud smack hit her fragile face, then the wizard says she is his. My army is in place and we are moving already

Manolya screamed, the sound raw and piercing. “Manolya, it’s an imitator!” I snarled, circling the edge of the light. Its cursed circle kept me at bay, a spell I could not break. “Allow me to shift! I can’t do it without your permission, the circle prevents me!”