I Got You Shackled In My Embrace Novels & Stories

My body too overwhelmed with warring emotions to focus. 'Bind yourself to me. Embrace me. You are me and I am you. We are one and strong. Claim your right. Claim me.' I was going to let go. I was going to embrace this darkness. Because surely, it was a part of me, and I couldn't get away from it forever. So I surrendered, ready for it to take me.

"I'll kill you, by the Almighty, I SWEAR!" My scream echoed in the cobblestoned room. I could feel the moisture against my back, but I wasn't sure if it was blood or the dark moldy dampness that stuck along the stones. With my hands in rusty shackles pulled above my head, I struggled, sweat and blood dripping down into my eyes when he hit me again. "Emmm, oh yes, please, struggle more, MORE!" he said, probably thinking I was trying to struggle to get free. His smooth and wicked tone gave me goosebumps. He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome.

Once I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, I quickly linked Ethan to give him an update and make sure he was ready. "My plan is working; I will hopefully see you soon." I had to cut the link before Ethan had a chance to respond, because I heard the door behind me open again. "Please place your wrists through the slot” Joey excitedly growled I turned around and did as he asked. He placed the silver shackles on my wrists, then double checked they were locked. I pulled my now shackles hands out of the slot and waited for him to open the door. He kept his eyes on me and cautiously opened the door. He gauged my reaction to see if I was about to attack. I just stood still and looked back at him.

"I should be the one asking you that. Do you know that I feel violated with what you did?" "What?!" "I feel harassed." Then he proceeded to hug himself. He stared at him, surprised at what he's doing. Has he gone mad? "You should pay me for it." "You're crazy." He said and turned around but Red was quick to catch him. He grabbed his wrist and pinned him to the wall. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Sean may be taller but Red's taller than him. And much more stronger. He could not move the hand that he's holding. He doesn't like the way he's feeling hopeless right now.

**Cassandra's POV** "Bind her and tie her to the horse!" he ordered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on me, full of hatred. A large brown wolf, marked by a scar crossing his left eye, threw the shackles to the ground. Other men hurried to put them on my wrists. The moment my hands touched the cold metal, I felt a searing pain, as if my skin were burning. I took a deep breath, biting my lower lip to stifle a scream. The shackles were polished silver, and I knew the walk to the pack would be long and excruciating. Under the scorching sun, the silver would burn my skin until it was raw.

Just two souls tangled, bound by their own choosing. “No escape,” he whispered. Her smile was fierce, radiant in its darkness. “Good.” He pushed her back against the post, their shackled arms forcing them close, their mouths colliding in a kiss that was all teeth and need. His free hand slid between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. She gasped, arching into him, her chains clattering like music. He thrust into her hard, desperate, their shackles tightening with every movement. Their bodies slammed together, sweat slick, moans filling the iron chamber. There was no gentleness now—only hunger, only possession, only the madness of two people who had chosen chains over freedom.

My heart races with every step, the footsteps growing louder and closer, echoing off the walls. "Who the fuck are you?' I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear, as I gulped hard and tried to crawl away. But my body betrays me, refusing to move. And that's when I realized that my legs were also shackled together by cold, unforgiving chains.

I'll make him pay gruesomely. * * * * Fifteen minutes later, we touched down on a helipad and I felt strong hands on me again. This time I was led all the way downstairs through series of corridors and pavements then an elevator and finally into a room. One of the men unshackled my wrists and neck and left, shutting the door behind him. I was left alone in this air-conditioned room, still blindfolded. By now my heartbeat had returned back to normal but my anxiety was still there.

Embarrassment? "Now, I want all of you to shackle yourselves," he says. Then he caresses the whip at his hip to make his point known. The ten of us pick up the shackles and the others fastens it around their ankles. I stay frozen and stare at the silvery shackles, the very thing that makes me a slave. These shackles are the objects that hold me bounded. "Is anything the problem?" The taskmaster raises is brows at me. I swallow. I reach for the shackles, their cold metal stings me.

" This is qjust a means to an end." " And what's that supposed to mean?" "Whatever you think it to be darling." I felt my blood boil as the realization hit me. " Yes, you guessed right." " You bastard!" I made to lunge at him, but something held me back. A quick glance showed I had shackles on both my wrists, ones I hadn't noticed till now. " Get me out of this! Eric, get me out of this!" "And why would I do that?" He smirked. "That's no fun now, right?"