Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

My heart twisted in my chest, sinking into a hollow ache. There was no escape—not from this place, not from the chains they had wrapped around me. All my sacrifices, all my hopes to break free, felt like ashes now, slipping through my fingers. The very place I had risked my life to leave behind was now the prison tightening around me.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤ INSIDE OUT ' BY ' CHAIN SMOKER feat. CHARLEE'❤ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️"Inside Out" (feat. Charlee) Bend your chest open so I can reach your heart I need to get inside, or I'll start a war Wanna look at the pieces that make you who you are I wanna build you up and pick you apart Let me see the dark sides as well as the bright

I hit on my feet hard, I know I hit it hard cause I can feel my fist ache, but it feels like a pinch, I tried it one more time…one hit, two hit, three. “Stop it Mr. Carter!” Kierra catch that last hit with her arms, I am sweating, she pulls me back at the edge of the bed, her two arms underneath my armpit. She’s indeed strong. I watched her as she pulls the wheelchair without a word she is about to lift me again “Let me do this!” I hate to see myself like this, pathetic

But now… that dream seemed like a distant memory, slipping further away with each passing moment. Tears streamed down my face as I tugged and pulled at the cold chain that now bound me, but it was useless. The metal didn’t give, and with every desperate attempt to free myself, my hands only grew more bruised. My chest tightened with the suffocating weight of it all, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness threatening to drown me. The sobs came in ragged gasps, my body shaking violently as the tears blurred my vision. This was too much—too far. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t chain me up like I was some animal.

I wanted to beat the door until my fists bled. I wanted to tell him I heard him. That I was here. I want to ask him why he locked me. Tell him that I didn’t want to die. That I didn’t want him to hurt anymore. But the chains held me. And the sound haunted me. Everything I felt was so confusing. So intense I didn’t even know what to do with it. Fear. Hunger. Cold. And this stupid, aching pull in my chest every time his sobs hit my heart.

But even with the mask on, I could still hear her voice…her thoughts…lingering in the air like perfume. “He’s so handsome… What?! I can’t believe this…” She had thought I was… handsome? I sat there in silence, confused, listening to the echo of her unspoken words. A strange, foreign warmth flickered in my chest. Was I supposed to… smile? But just as quickly as it had come, a searing pain slammed into my chest, ripping through my thoughts. “Ahhh—” I groaned, my body jerking forward. The chains. The cursed chains that wrapped around my soul, squeezing the life out of me every passing day.

The mere thought of enduring further mistreatment from those in positions of power fills me with an overwhelming sense of fear and apprehension. In a state of sheer panic, I let out a piercing scream “No, please don't! Just let me die” while I thrash about uncontrollably, feeling my heart racing within my chest. The chains that tightly bind me seem to constrict my every movement, intensifying my desperation. The sound of metallic clinks echoes through the dimly lit room, serving as a chilling reminder of my entrapment.

Damn these chains. “Fuck you, Zeus! Do you hear me? and fuck these mother fucking chains!” I didn’t have to try hard. Once I took the chains in my hands they snapped. Almost like they couldn’t take anymore, they broke, and fell to the sides of my soulless body. Like Drake, my body disintegrated into dust and drifted away with the air. “Well… that image will remain in my head forever more. Damn!”

Fear, love, anger twisted in my chest. The darkness inside me stirred. Smiled. I loved the chains. And I whispered, voice sharp, shaking with betrayal: “Do you think chains will save me… or break me?” His voice dropped, heavy with pain. “I don’t know.” I lifted my head slowly. My eyes burned black. And a cold smile curved my lips Not mine. Not fully. “You should pray,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “That I am still the woman you love when these chains fall.”