Novel Chains Novels & Stories

He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered. “Beg,” He demanded. “Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.” He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh. “Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.” The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.

And the world dissolved. Not into darkness—into red. A crimson filter bled across everything Damian saw, thick and pulsing like a heartbeat that wouldn't stop. The study vanished. The fire vanished. Nathan and Rowan and everything familiar—gone. He was somewhere else. Somewhere wrong. People hung upside down from the ceiling. Rows of them. Dozens. Their faces swollen with blood, their eyes glassy with pain that had gone beyond suffering into something else—something beyond. Chains bit into their ankles. Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses.

FLAMES devoured the world. No—it devoured me. The heat bit at my skin, burned my lungs, and made my very bones ache as though they had been wrapped in molten rock. Smoke curled thick in the air, choking my breath, and above me, the heavens wept. Rain fell in great torrents, drowning the earth in sorrow. Yet the fire did not die.

Torches, or something functionally equivalent to torches, at intervals along the walls. They set me down on the stone floor and the chains came from somewhere that had clearly been prepared in advance, and the cold of the metal was the first thing and the sound of the locks engaging was the second thing and the third thing was the absolute, specific realisation that I was chained to the floor of a cave.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​