Marge In Chains Novels & Stories

She was too anxious to reach out to anyone directly, so she just stood there, awkwardly holding her cardboard box of office accessories. Wait. Did she even have a desk? Was this some sort of elaborate prank? Her heart felt like it was going to break before - A rough, rigid hand gripped her right shoulder. She winced and turned to see Mr Charles McAllister towering over her. "It's this way" he said with his baritone voice, without even looking back. He walked quickly and with purpose, leading Joanne into a wide lobby.

My stomach twisted. He was alive. But barely. Michael whispered, “We need a distraction.” I nodded. “Got an idea.” Before he could stop me, I grabbed a rock and hurled it across the yard. It hit a metal crate with a loud clang. The men tensed, turning toward the noise. That was all I needed. I slipped inside. Heart pounding. Blood rushing. I reached Carter just as he lifted his head. His swollen eyes widened. “Winnie?” “Shh,” I whispered, cutting through the ropes.

So I lay back, my heart pounding, and let the anesthesia carry me away. But when I woke up… I wasn’t in a hospital bed. I was on a cold floor. My wrists ached, and my legs felt too heavy to move. There was no blanket, no soft voice, no smell of medicine. Only chains. I was chained. Like an animal. Like a prisoner. And I didn’t know where I was—or why. Until I fully understand now.

I watched as we approached the rusted metal door that led to stairs but couldn’t remember going down them. The sight of an unfamiliar bed flashed before me next, small and thin, but I was dropped to the floor instead and released a cry of pain. The last thing I remembered was hearing the metal door slam closed and the clicking of a lock until I was awoken by a dark chuckle. My body was stiff and sore, my ankles and wrists were burning from the silver chains, and I was terrified that if I moved, more flesh would be stripped from my limbs. “I didn’t… do it,” I groaned, gasping between the words as I tried to force my eyes open.

Roger laughed mocking “Wow. You really are Diane Lockhart. You don't understand where you are now by having the things you handle. Right?" Diane leans forward bracing her arms on the desk, she looking at him icily with her eyes wide open in blue eyes, coldly stare at him "Now. LET ... ME GO ..." ….

She confided in him. “Ma, as you see I'm doing well, don't ruin your marriage because of me, he's your husband. Fix this mess Ma." He advised as his mom pinched his cheeks. “Ma!" He exclaimed rubbing his cheek. “My baby has matured, thank you for your advice Ale," Maria added. “But Ma, you didn't have to pinch me." He retorted. “You're lucky I didn't hit your head with that." She pointed to the television remote. “Ma!" He exclaimed again making her burst into laughter.

They looked sweet, while Thomas is holding Jiusel arms. "They're kidding." My eyes glittered as I watch the cute and colorful keychains. I approached it and kept an eye on it. "How much is this?" The woman stood up as if watching me earlier. She smiled and let me choose a keychain. I eyed the one with a stuff of bears, before finally taking it and handing over the payment. "Don't you have any coins."

It somehow lessened the injury I got from these stupid silver chains. “Oh, I’m glad you went back for me, Auntie. Should we bring this beast, too, now? Oh, not a beast anymore. Human. A harmless, useless human, just like her other half. How easy are these b*tches to be defeated? Not even a sweat? Pathetic!” The jerk greeted the newcomer that looked like Margarette Kendall, who had bound me into these chains, and he laughed out loud. Yeah, laugh now while you still can. You haven’t met my other form, and you seemed triumphant already? Ridiculous beings! I could even kill you all in less than a minute if I want to do so now.

Mira wrapped her hands on the chain and planted her right feet on the wall as she tried to yank the chain off the wall. She had been trying to break the chain with anything she could think of, but the chain was too strong. The shackle on her right wrist had begun to annoy the shit out of her. Usually, she could yank off any kind of chain but not this one. “Oh, come on!” Mira yelled. “I just got my memories, reunited with my husband, and now this!”

Purple Smoke growled at her. Méah screamed in agony as thorns began to grow on the chains, burying deep into her skin. She struggled so hard to break free but it was of no use. However, it was too late for her to notice that everytime she moves, the chains get tighter and wrapped higher at the same time. Now, the chains had reached underneath her chin while before, it was only just along her shoulders. "You know what? I was tempted to kill you right away but it would be no fun. Why not entertain me for a moment?" Purple Smoke smiled mischievously.