Manacled Synopsis Novels & Stories

She used the iron chain in her hand to strangle the stubble-faced man and repeatedly struck his face. The other man was kicked until he vomited a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground, unable to get up. The stubble-faced man was strangled to death by the iron chain in the end as he couldn't breathe. Two of the three men died without even touching Macy. The bald man who had fallen to the ground earlier quickly got up. He was now trembling with fear. He felt like he was looking at a demon as he looked at Macy. He had never imagined Macy would still be so powerful even with her hands and feet bound.

Antonio Mancini brought out a tranquilizer injection and injected it into his neck, bundled him into the police vehicle and drove him off, away into an old warehouse where they tied him to a chair, with his mouth and eyes also tied. Those present at the warehouse were Mr. Hudson, Mayson a.k.a the Ghost, Antonio Mancini, Mr. Tsung and FBI agent, Carlton, and none of these men was able to see the younger version of me, or my present self, a deep misery that I still found so unbelievable.

explained Nancy, gripping Anki's shoulder. “Very well” the man switched his gaze from Anki to Nancy which gave unbearable pain to Nancy. Anki begged for mercy but there was no such thing for him. One mistake and the game was all over for him. Nancy cried out in pain when the man’s eyes got intense red, her scream got loud and suddenly her body exploded into pieces. “Nancy….” Yelled Anki falling on her knees. “Now you will go and get her to me. This time I don’t want any mistakes,” ordered the man looking at her with his wide eyes.

Whoever was inside must have been too busy with their activities because they hadn't even closed the door properly and had left a narrow gap. I saw clearly through the gap that it was my wife. The two of them were tangled together. The sounds that I heard earlier were coming from her. I recognized the man immediately. It was my best friend, Dylan Shaw. A chill immediately ran through my whole body. I stood frozen at the doorway. They couldn't see me because of the angle. It was at that moment that I saw her true colors. Dylan asked her, "Look at you, looking all desperate. What if Cedric finds out about us? Aren't you afraid?"

And as a syndicate mastermind, Lorenzo is vengeful. ---------- D.A hasn't seen Marionne for a week. Every time she asks his secretary, she would always say that Marionne called in to say he's busy. Sometimes, D.A wants to believe that Marionne is starting to fall in love with Sophia. But every time she would see him with another woman, her mind would change immediately. Marionne's hunger for revenge scares her so much. "Oh, thank God! Finally!" D.A exclaimed when she saw Marionne walk into her office. But her relief was cut short because of the expression on his face.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

He sighed when he saw our physical state. "You..." I uttered, terrified. His lips formed a smirk. "It's me, baby," he conceitedly said. Well, it’s nice to see two gorgeous men within a day, but not two men who want me dead. This is absurd. The feeling of inferiority is annoying me again, but before I could even regain my sanity from seeing the Mafia Leader again, a wack behind my neck put me back in a deep sleep. --- As I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was my throbbing neck.

Don Ricardo Lorca stood on the balcony of his penthouse suite, overlooking the city, as he took a slow sip of his scotch. The weight of his thoughts had become increasingly heavy. The meeting with Don Alessandro had not gone as expected. No matter how much he tried to plan for every scenario, his old rival always seemed to be one step ahead, but it wasn’t just the usual power play between two Mafia families. Tonight, something else had taken him by surprise.

Quick as a lightening, Master stabbed his knife in the man thigh and when he let out a loud cry, Master swung a blow at his face, breaking his nose. “Not so loud.” Master admonished. “It is nighttime and you do not want Lady to stand up and come here to watch this, she might offer some suggestions that will make this longer for you.” “Please Sir, what did I do?” The man begged with tears chocking him and swimming down his face. “You should know.” Master answered as the door closed with a bang. “Honestly Master? At night! I need my sleep and I can’t sleep to the sound of tortured cries. Can’t you do this tomorrow?” Lady stepped into the room until she saw the man and the first kidnapper watch

It was an old man who was in his 60s I guess, he looked scared of what this dark man would do to him any minute. He opened it and began looking through it. Will he hurt him? What is he looking for? Will he do something bad to the poor old man? I asked myself. I was conflicted because I don't want to get myself into trouble and at the same time let the old man get hurt. I looked around the small room and frowned at that, how am I in this strange room? What is going on? I was too concerned and carried away that I did not see that I was tied down with ropes and when I tried to scream it was muffled. My mouth was also covered.