Shackles Song Novels & Stories

Perhaps he had. He knelt beside me. "You've opened the wounds on your wrists again." "I noticed." He clicked his tongue. "You really should stop struggling." I looked at him flatly. "I don't remember struggling." His smile faltered. "No. You never do." Silence settled between us as he unlocked the first silver shackle, then another, then another, each one falling heavily onto the dungeon floor with a dull metallic clatter. The relief was immediate, but not welcome. Freedom never felt like freedom anymore. Not after nights like these. When the last chain finally hit the floor I slowly sat upright, every muscle protesting the movement. The shaman quietly began wrapping fresh bandages around my

“Hey sweetheart, the more you struggle the more you will get hurt.” She heard the calm but threatening tone near her ears. The strong cologne hit her nostrils making her eyebrows knitted with disgust. A mumbling tried to come out from her mouth as the thick duct tape made her lips sealed. Her continuous struggle made her wrists bruised with clotted blood. The blindfold on her eyes made her tenser, making her unaware of the monster standing in front of her. His heavy footsteps were circling her to increase her heartbeat.

Something huffing like it nearly breathed along his neck. But when he turned there was nothing there. Still, the feeling of eyes was inescapable. Echoing through the forest and fading into the distance. There was nothing there. Only the sounds of water splashing echoed through the trees, fading into the distance. Jumping from Heretic’s back he rushed to the shack, throwing aside the rushes to enter. Smoke filled the shack so thickly it was foggy. The smell of burning skin filled the air seeping to the doorway in potent waves. She’d scooted back against the rocks behind her. A small branch protruding from the log she was tied to was gripped so tightly her hand shook.

Vince practically begged, sighing as he tried to calm himself down. Love. On the rare occasions that Vince feels his Serene coming back to him as who she really is and not another personality she’s created to delude herself, he calls out to her with all his heart in the hopes that she will stay. Yet no matter how many times he did, his Serene would still leave. Each time she does, the shackles binding him to the ground become heavier… And yet Serenity, despite becoming the monster that she thinks she’s turned into, will feel a glimmer of hope within her…and still choose to shut it down. She has a strong belief that maybe, Vince really is her salvation and that she must never let go of him. E

"Come, let's go before someone tries to snatch you away from me." "I'm sorry if you feel like being neglected by me, babe." She sighed as she hugged him. "I won't do that again..." He hugged her back tightly. "No matter what you want to do. Rest assured that I will always be here to support you, babe. You know how much I love you..." he whispred in her ears. "I guess being TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you isn't as bad as I thought..." she laughed. "And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..."

I was up on the bed, bringing my wrists to my lips, praying to the moon goddess to make this work. I focussed on where the chains bound me and directed my scream at it. In sheer surprise, cold mist glazed over the metal shackles at my scream and I persisted the more, watching it become as frail as glass and shattered at the sound of my voice. A Series of laughter escaped my lungs as I wobbled from the bed to the floor. I reached for the door but it was locked. I muttered some chants but it didn't work, well, it seemed like my scream was all I'd got.

“You have stepped into your birthright of power but you are still a child in terms of –“ “Blah blah,” I say on a sigh, waving a hand across my body, the gesture sweeping over Faiza as well. She gasps as my hand passes, her eyes snapping down to focus on the glowing golden shackles that appear on her wrists. “Release me,” Faiza snarls, snapping her gaze up to mine, livid. Magic crackles all over her, but the shackles stay firm. “Release me, right now!”

If I could get my shackles off then escaping was certain. I started abrading the shackles, if I was persistent then I could be free before midnight. This was a chance from the goddess and I couldn't fail Her so I worked unrelentingly with the adrenaline rush coursing through me and the fear of how these vicious men would feast on my body brought a sheer sense of urgency through me. It was now or never.

“Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.” Hunter felt his emotions rise and fall with Rebecca's tone as she read her poem. “One day when I look down at the raw rings around my wrists and see the shackles missing, I smile. A tear drops from my eye. Has the day finally come? Do I get to walk away and leave these shackles behind? I am about to stand up but feel a force tug me back. I wake up an

Shackles. She was struggling to be free from her shackles. My eyes met my wrists and my ankles, the faded pink mark reminded me of the days I was shackled behind my cell. The days I was a slave. An object of ridicule. Those days were over. At least, I wasn't shackled in the Blood Moon Pack. The sound of hurrying footsteps jerked me from my reverie and I leaned closer to the wall to get a glimpse of the direction of the footsteps. But the footsteps were away from my bedroom.