Manacled Synopsis Novels & Stories

Then, he picked me up again, roughly this time, by my shirt. I tried to thrash myself free, but he was too strong. Amon shoved me into a chair and tied my hands and legs together. "W-Who are you? What are you going to do with me?" Tears began to well in my eyes as I watched the man rise to his full height, his eyes boring down on me as a wicked grin touched his lips.

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” Seren asked fearfully as the man forced her onto the operating table. He strapped down her wrists and ankles, securing her so tightly that she couldn't move. “If you had been more careful, none of this would have happened,” the man said, pressing the tip of a sharp knife against her neck. His eyes were unfocused, as though he were speaking to someone only he could see. The sight terrified Seren even more. “Please-- don't do this,” she begged through tears.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

“What kind of bullshit are you spouting out? You look like a girl, and you dress like one, so don’t go spitting out crap about being something you’re not.” “Piss off shithead! Leave my baby brother alone.” I snap at the man. “Oh fuck off human garbage.” He snarls. The men forcibly sit them on the small couch against the wall. Nancy and Zach start crying in panic when they see Marcus holding mom with the knife at her throat. Megan pulls them close to her. Her eyes dark with anger as she lowly growls at the rogues who dragged them here. "What's going on here? Who are these people?" Nancy shakes violently with fear.

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.

He was so angry but couldn't do anything about it so he just left. He knows that Vanessa clearly didn't want to be near him at that moment. From her actions and her words, he could tell. Manuel left the mansion and didn't return. In a dark warehouse, a woman was tied to a chair in the middle of a huge room, her hands were tied firmly behind her back on the metal chair. She was unconscious until a cold splash of water hit her face and she jerked up. Marina screamed as she noticed the darkness surrounding her, she tried to move but realized that her hands were tied at her back.

A splitting pain erupted in my head and darkness over-shadowed my eyes. * * * My body jerked upright with fear as cold water splattered on my face. Panick seized my brain when my eyes fell on a bulry man on red T-shirt, he was standing in front of me holding a red bucket in his hand. I tried to stand up but my wrists and feets refused to move. Something sharp and cold dug into my skin. I looked down and saw that manacles were holding my hands and feet to a wooden chair. I tried to shout but my efforts were rendered useless by the piece of clothing used to gag me.

I can just make out the shape of two heads in the backseat. The door opens and I see a pair of khaki slacks. I squint my eyes to see who it is and my heart pounds, the alarm in my head sounding the warning to run. The man inside places a hand on the car door to help himself out. The watch. I know it. And I feel the blood drain from my face as Fernando Mancini steps out of the vehicle. Both he and my uncle turn to me. I make a sound and I realize when my body tries to move, to run, that I'm still bound at ankles and wrists while two soldiers hold me still.

It was obvious from the many missteps and all the hand gestures that he was not happy. "Watch this." Mancini flipped a switch and went to audio. We could now hear Lyon as he traversed the hallways. "What the fuck! Where am I, in a maze? Mancini you fuck where am I?" He looked up directly into the camera like he knew exactly where it was. Spooky. "Just go straight ahead and make a left. Head down the stairs and they're in the room at the end towards the back." He jogged the rest of the way until he stood outside the door. We watched the women jump guiltily when he busted in on them.