Novelas y relatos de Manacled

They’d rather see a clean execution than this. The two guards—betas, both, hulking and joyless—step forward as the echo dies. One pulls a set of manacles from his belt: polished silver, heavy as guilt, the inside lined with something that looks like burnt felt. I don’t need a manual to know what happens next.

“Do you understand?” I nodded, certain he meant what he said. He bent down to cut a piece of fabric from the blanket. The edges of the long strip were uneven and frayed, and I was thankful for the soft fabric as he tied my wrists behind my back. He pulled the fabric tight and knotted it, and I knew there was no way my human form would be able to get free of the bond, even though I could grasp either end of the tattered cloth band.

Just as I was about to turn into the road, the wolves blocked my exit. Before I knew it, the pack warriors had reached where I stood. I was surrounded. “Shane Lockwell,” the warrior I assumed to be their leader spoke, stepping down from his horse. “You have concealed yourself well, living as a miserable omega, when you are capable of such evil acts of sorcery." Breathing hard, I raised my hands like I was about to conjure up a spell. “Don’t come any closer, or you will find out what I am truly capable of.” I threatened, hoping to scare them off.

The words unsettle me more than accusation would have. “Why?” I ask. “Because Meridian isn’t independent.” The world narrows. “What does that mean?” My voice now a breathless whisper. “It means,” he says softly, “someone is positioning you.” My pulse spikes. My eyes dart across the room. Sora watches us with lethal calm. “I don’t like not knowing your strategy,” he says.

He brought a woman from another state back to his villa for the night. Early in the morning, he was shaken awake. The moment he opened his eyes, he realized he had fallen into Joseph's hands. He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey him. No matter how hard he struggled, his body wouldn't respond. Twisting his neck with great effort, he saw needles embedded in his shoulder. When he forced his head up a little further, he found more needles inserted around his thighs and knees. The woman whom he brought home the night before lay beside him. She had needles in her head and remained completely motionless, sleeping deeply.

“Not to the butcher who slew my kin!” A dangerous light flared in his golden eyes. With a swift, merciless motion, he seized both my wrists and stretched my arms above my head. Cold iron manacles, already fastened to the heavy wooden posts of the bed, closed around my wrists with cruel finality. I was chained. Helpless. Spread beneath the conqueror who now owned me. Tariq rose onto his knees, towering above my chest. His enormous, thick, and veiny manhood glistening with my unwilling slickness, hovered before my face.

“Bend over. Hands on the far edge.” I lean across the scarred wood. He takes a length of soft rope from a hook, wraps it around both of my wrists, and ties them tight to the metal legs on the opposite side so I’m stretched out and can’t pull back. Then he kicks my feet wide and loops another length around each ankle, securing them to the heavy base of the bench. I’m completely open, ass up, cunt exposed, unable to close my legs or move more than an inch. Marcus walks around me slowly, running one hand over the still-fading marks on my ass from the last time. Then he starts with the belt.

Maren dragged her nails over the heavy diamond band in a blind panic, trying to force the metal off her skin. She glared up at the towering man blocking her exit and labeled him a tyrant to his face without a shred of hesitation. The stone felt like a cold shackle meant to lock her inside his gilded cage forever.

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He had planned to drag my body off as proof to our father. I quickly snatched up both and got to work. I fastened the manacles to his ankles after locating his keys, a humming rock, and all of his weapons from his personal belongings. After I finished that I tied his arms together from wrist to elbow above his head and to the tree just beside his. He would be forced to stay in this position until I released him. I grabbed up all of his supplies and dumped the fifteen feet away behind a stand of trees, just out of his eyesight.