Novel & Cerita Shackles Song

I refuse to look beaten; I refuse to look broken, and I refuse to look betrayed. I am hauled down the dark, dank stairs into the dungeon where I am then chained up in a room down the hall. The shackles hold me in a standing position my arms stretch out uncomfortably above my head. When the guards leave the room, I allow my head to drop and my tears to pour freely down my face.

she yelled and tried to push him off. “Not at all, let him come,” Marco yelled back and dragged her to the warehouse. The large gate was locked with chains but he shot it open and dragged her in. To be continued!!

" This is qjust a means to an end." " And what's that supposed to mean?" "Whatever you think it to be darling." I felt my blood boil as the realization hit me. " Yes, you guessed right." " You bastard!" I made to lunge at him, but something held me back. A quick glance showed I had shackles on both my wrists, ones I hadn't noticed till now. " Get me out of this! Eric, get me out of this!" "And why would I do that?" He smirked. "That's no fun now, right?"

"Tie him up quickly!" Huan felt the iron shackling his hands and feet again, now more. His hands were stretched upwards and his legs were spread wide open, so he could feel the cold air trickling down his asshole. He then felt iron shackling his stomach, neck, thighs and arms. He couldn't move at all now. And cold air freely invaded his body. He couldn't even move to shiver. "Make sure his body is clean. Did you clean his stomach?" another man asked.

Gold is fake and real love hurts. But nothing hurts when I'm alone. And you're with me and we're alone. Let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall give you a ball and chain. Its not like me to be so mean you're all I wanted. Just let me hold you. Like a hostage. * Billie Elish *

"It’s sickening. It smells like desperation. It smells like two Alphas who dropped their favorite toy in the dirt and forgot to come back for it." "Shut up..." I gasp, my chin trembling. I press my wrists upward, the rusted iron shackles biting clean through my skin, letting warm blood trickle down my arms. The pain is the only thing keeping me anchored to reality, the only thing stopping me from crawling toward his feet. "Just... shut up..."

Just when everyone was getting impatient, someone pushed several iron cages onto the stage. The lights around the cages looked quite creepy. “Ladies and gentlemen, the items you have been waiting for are in the cages. I’ll remove this cloth for you to make your selection!” The host lifted the cloth from the cages to reveal a group of women in front of everyone. Their hands and feet were chained with iron shackles that glowed with faint luster. The women were not strong, around the late stage of the first zone on average. It would be extremely difficult for them to break free from these specially crafted shackles.

Shantel laughed and walked out, closing the door with a loud bang. The darkness in the room returned, suffocating me. I wanted to scream and cry but I didn't, I just lay on the ground, my knees drawn up to my chest, trembling. I closed my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep. ******** My eyes opened, everything seemed dark and bleak. I sat up, my joints screaming at me for not moving earlier. When I tried to move more, I realized I was chained to the wall, shackles wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles.

He binds my wrists with the chains and connects the cuffs to my ankles. Once again, the shackles I hoped to flee from have entangled me. I’ve become a victim of it. Shackles that remind me of my new identity: a slave. A worthless woman sold by her supposed mate to his brother. Finally, I wear the shackles that remind me my freedom has been snatched away from me forever. “Get her down,” he orders Beta Vasil. My neck snaps as Beta Vasil fists my hair, but no pain runs through my veins. I’ve become numb like an empty vessel, taking all of it in.

He hums a laugh, glances at Patton, and leaves, saying as he passes the door into Blake’s torture chamber, “I’ll be back soon. Think about making this easier on both of us in the meantime.” His footsteps recede down the hallway until silence hugs the space, and the echo of a heavy, likely guarded, door rushes toward me, confirming, I hope, that we’re alone. I shift to my knees to give my arms some slack, but suddenly the iron shackles give way, falling to pieces. My numb arms fall to my side out of my control. Patton’s, too, slump, and he rocks forward, wincing as the same tingles rip through his muscles as our blood supply returns.