Shackles Song 소설 & 이야기

I could feel the same barrier just like the one he casted all around my room, the spell that binds me inside and negates all my magic abilities. “What are you doing! Get me out of here!” I cried Phillius whose face was so full of anguish; his brows darken his crimson eyes that glinted through the darkness of the cage he flung me in. The metal shackles feel so eerie cold around my ankle just like the door I am sitting in. I am still wet from being almost drowned in the sea, making me shiver more as I embrace myself, rubbing my arms with the palm of my hands.

Without a shadow of doubt this thing is coming off. I extend my fingers and my eyes light up when the lights move. I can do this! I stretch out my legs point my hands towards the shackle. The only thing going through my mind is I am taking this off no matter what. I watch the lights dance around the shackle and click. The shackle breaks open and falls onto the ground. I felt instant joy and gratification. I finally did it! I used my power! I reach down to pick up the open shackle and was about to through it into the water but stopped. I bet it would be easy for them to track me even if I throw it into the water.

My enforcers fastened iron collars around the necks of my new captives, connecting them to a long chain that ran down to the heavy shackles on their ankles and wrists. Evangeline let out a ferocious growl, but the shackles around her wrists and ankles kept her from making any movements. She was trapped in their iron grip, the chains tightened if she attempted to break free. The shackles were specifically designed to keep the captive restrained. My eyes raked over how perfectly the shackles restrained her, making her vulnerable under me. Yet the fire in her eyes and the bold attitude didn’t waver for once. A combination I had never seen before in my captives.

Once I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, I quickly linked Ethan to give him an update and make sure he was ready. "My plan is working; I will hopefully see you soon." I had to cut the link before Ethan had a chance to respond, because I heard the door behind me open again. "Please place your wrists through the slot” Joey excitedly growled I turned around and did as he asked. He placed the silver shackles on my wrists, then double checked they were locked. I pulled my now shackles hands out of the slot and waited for him to open the door. He kept his eyes on me and cautiously opened the door. He gauged my reaction to see if I was about to attack. I just stood still and looked back at him.

The surroundings seemed unfamiliar to him making him feel extreme fear thus he struggled to move intending to escape but he couldn't as he felt that he was being tied to the bed frame. Next, he trembles once the cold hand of an unknown person grazes over his skin and is even more terrified when he feels something sharp penetrating into his skin. "There you go..." Another unfamiliar voice echoed. "He's getting ready for the next procedure!" "You better be sure that this goddamn thing won't kill my subjects otherwise you will pay for the consequences! You know that it's hard to find such a perfect pair suitable for my research!" There was this voice that seemed concerned about something yet he

Smoke crawled along the ceiling in sluggish veins; damp gathered in the cracks like sweat. They fixed me to a pillar at the room’s center—a round spine of rock banded with old iron. The shackle ring was set at the height of a wolf’s shoulders, forcing my arms overhead until the sockets ached and went from fire to numb to fire again. When the guard let the chain fall, the weight of it pulled a soft clank out of the metal, a sound that seemed too small for a hall this size.

When I breathe, they inhale with me, sockets flickering faint fire. My laugh swells, a sound like stone splitting, like mountains groaning. The chains answer, metal grinding metal. Sparks rain where links scrape stone, brief embers that dare pretend to be me. Let the Council hear. Let them remember what they buried. --- I rise as far as the shackles allow — a hunched, broken coronation. My bones creak, pillars cracking. My skin is ruined, flame-scored black, but shadows fill the hollows until I stand whole in outline if not in flesh.

**Cassandra's POV** "Bind her and tie her to the horse!" he ordered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on me, full of hatred. A large brown wolf, marked by a scar crossing his left eye, threw the shackles to the ground. Other men hurried to put them on my wrists. The moment my hands touched the cold metal, I felt a searing pain, as if my skin were burning. I took a deep breath, biting my lower lip to stifle a scream. The shackles were polished silver, and I knew the walk to the pack would be long and excruciating. Under the scorching sun, the silver would burn my skin until it was raw.

"Curvy waist, flawless skin, round ass. Still a virgin. Yup, except for a few bruises, you'll fetch me a good price out there. Come on, stand up." I slowly stood to my feet while he feasted his eyes over me. Despite his brutal nature, The Slave Master never made a move on me. Rather he tortures me with his whip just like he does with the other slaves. I hated it. I hated it because he held my freedom. For that, I hated him but not as much as I hated the man who ruined my whole life. Minutes later, I was put on shackles on my wrists and neck. There was an evil glitter in his eyes as he dragged me away in chains to be sold.

My master. His name lingered in my mind like a spell, replaying like a cursed melody. Upon his order, I heard the sound of his footsteps from behind. His men had fierce frowns on their face that spared no room for sympathy. They were all like this especially when on an order for their boss. They moved towards me and gripped the shackles that went round my wrist as they undid it casually. I heard their heavy breaths surging into my ears as the shackles clinged. The shackles on my wrist clattered as they pulled off, the pain that wrecked through the tissues in my wrist becoming overwhelming.