Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

That night, when she heard Jameson walk away and watched the video that was sent, she thought her heart would shatter beyond repair. However, despite the sorrow and pain, she survived. After enduring enough pain, she got used to it.

Except they were chained and fucked. One after the other, I took out all five hearts, hoping the afterlife won't be as kind to them.

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

“Please find it in your heart to forgive me, please.” He placed an open palm before her. “Lose the engagement ring.” Tamara clung to his pants and buried her face in his knee. “Please.” She wept. “Please, it won’t happen again. It will never happen again, I promise you, please. Do anything to me, punish me but don’t leave me, baby, please.” He listened to her cry softly against him for a while and took a deep breath to calm his anger. Then she felt him gently take her shoulders and hold her back from him, his eyes piercing her teary ones.

“Get them off of my hands,“ I hissed struggling with the stupid attempt to free my hand from those damn cuffs. “No, please!!” terror clogged my throat. I squirmed with the burning fear which was starting to build slowly, inside my chest. He can’t do this. He can’t hurt me like this. I’m not a fucking animal that he would lash me with that harmful whip which was placed in his hand. But he did. How could I forget he is a monster from the fell? How could I forget he was determined to destroy me? How could I forget that he won me to make my life a living hell?

“It’s only chains, Tatum.” “Chains can hurt me.” “They can also give you what you need.” He started toward me. “What is it that you think I need?” “Oh I don’t think, Lila. I know.” He stopped mere inches from me, the silver chains in his hand glinting under the soft light of his room. “What you need…is me.” The chains dropped to the ground, clattering together, the sound sending a jolt of electricity throughout my body. A roguish grin crept up on his face, the scar around his eyes twisting with the movement.

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.

Brandt I took the collar out of the box and produced the small key that locks and unlocks the heart that holds the chain together. "This is your day collar. Hold your hair up." God, I loved her long hair. I could jack off just to her hair alone. I placed the chain around her neck, putting the open part in the middle, in front. I made sure it laid flat against her neck and wasn't bunched up in any way before adding the heart lock and snapping it into place.

Knocking her off in her standing with her high heels, Diane felt her body want to fall, her eyes were closed but instead of falling the person was steady by holding her arms, making them face each other The hell this person doing, Diane want to yell, She blink her eyes slowly, her eyes fierce but turn into concern when she see the person face ------- Don't leave me Ooh, please don't leave me I've got this burning, burning, yearning Feeling inside me and it hurts so bad You came into my heart So tenderly With a burning love Ooh, baby, baby… please Where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me Don't you want me more? Ooh, Darling

Richard Fuck, these silver chains; if only they weren't binding my body, I could have freed myself and escaped this wretched place. The weight of these chains burns my body and leaves me feeling helpless, like a prisoner in my own skin. And to add to my suffering, wolfbane was injected into my body, causing a constant ache that courses through my veins. The combination of the chains and the wolfbane is a cruel reminder of my captivity, making every movement a painful reminder of my confinement. I yearn for the day when I can break free from these restraints and reclaim my freedom once again.