Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

She looked at her arms, trying to understand why they couldn’t move, and her breath hitched. ‘A straitjacket? I’m in a straitjacket?! What is going on?’ She wriggled, trying to loosen it. ‘Help! Someone help!’ Layla wanted to scream, but her gag wouldn’t let her. What was going on? Why was she in a straitjacket like a mad woman? She was in the auditorium a few seconds ago. What happened? The memory rushed back to her. The crystals shattering, the darkness, the students in pain, her attacks. Everything.

I launched myself off the bed with a sound that was half roar, half broken human noise. The straitjacket made it clumsy, made it ugly, but rage gave me force where reason couldn’t. I hit him hard enough that the bread and water flew from his hands and bounced across the padded floor. We staggered sideways and I tried to drive him backward with my shoulder, tried to use my weight, my knees, anything… But he was stronger. And calmer. And he knew exactly how to handle a desperate restrained man. He caught me, pivoted, and in the same terrifying breath slammed me sideways hard enough that the wall took some of the impact before his hand cracked across my face.

She was scalded by boiling water and locked in a room full of broken glass, her hair cut off. When Ella complained to the Alpha King, Leon ended up imprisoned for intentional injury. Once he was released, his mind was clearly fractured. He drank excessively at home, self-destructing. I recalled one late night when he called me, mumbling that he understood my feelings. During the day, he often went to a moat, searching for a ring he could never find again. The Alpha he had beaten before wasn’t defenseless. He later hired rogue wolves to disable one of Leon’s hands, leaving Leon as a crippled Alpha.

Furthermore, she presses me to the wall while gripping my throat and my defensive response is to kick her away powerfully—infusing an enchast on my sole. I had no choice but to control her like a puppet with my fingers... until I was ambushed again from behind by a woman waving a pan! There are two other women with her, and because I collapse on the floor, Hrista strangles me from behind! I nudged her and she overreacted a scream again. The seamstress has been yelling and pleading above us to stop messing around in her store together with the noise of these women. "GET OUT OF OUR TOWN!"

I blinked rapidly, my breath ragged as I tried to make sense of where I was. I tried to move—only to find that I couldn’t. My arms. My legs. Bound. Panic surged through me. My breathing turned erratic as I glanced down. I was strapped to a bed. A straightjacket. “No,” I whispered, thrashing, my pulse pounding in my ears. I jerked against the restraints, my muscles straining, but it was no use. The leather straps cut into my skin, refusing to give. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

The last thing I wanted to do was to be anywhere near the tomb where a man had just had his insides strangled from his body, but I needed to save my son and get out of this hellhole before my spine snapped from Cassius’ webbing. I didn’t even know how long it had been. I could be on my last minutes for all I knew. With the vines dripping in blood and guts, I let Strangles consume me. His leathery vines tightened around my ribs and chest to restrict my breathing, before working around my knee so that I could be lifted into him painlessly. My arms and legs became his just as his face reformed around mine so I could still see my surroundings. With me firmly secured, Strangles dragged bodies awa

"What's your plan? You'll walk out naked and give yourself to the next warrior you see?" "I'm. Not. Naked!" I fought to break free. "And it's not your f*cking business what I do next. You told me to find someone else and I will!" His grip on my wrists was too tight. More struggles, and soon, he had me caged against the door. "Put your jacket back on," His voice was dangerously calm now. "Then you can leave!" I could feel him fighting to keep his breath even. Then he stepped back, releasing my wrist.

I coughed from the sudden impact, before i struggled to get out of his arms. "Let go of me, Rico..." I warned. "No fucking way." He gritted out, his told around my arm tightening as he pushed me further against the wall, and I could feel my blood dripping from the injury caused by his claws, staining my wedding gown and coating the floor. His eyes leveled with mine before he added. "I will not let you go and ruin me." His hand went around my neck, and he tightened his hold, strangling me.

“Hay Lou, this god damn strap is all knotted to hell and back, can you come help me untie it?” She knew the old man was standing there and she heard him walk out. “Dammit Lou” Mj gritted her teeth as she gave one last pull out of frustration. All of the sudden the strap broke at the knot and Mj flew backwards, she tried to catch herself but that made things worse she only launched herself backwards and stumbled into a hard almost immovable statue like figure. The statue reached forward and wrapped its arms around her and Mj knew then it wasn't Lou. The man was huge, sure, but he was very squishy in the middle and this being behind her was anything but.

"You have been committed to Shallow Hill Asylum. Anything that you say or how you act while in the care of Shallow Hill Asylum can and will be used by the judge in any and all further proceedings for your release." I shook my head back and forth as they stepped forward in unison. It didn't matter how much I screamed, kicked, punched, and bit at them. I stood no chance. In a matter of a minute, they had me restrained in a straitjacket with chains around my ankles. It didn't stop me from trying to push my way free, but they were stronger than I was. I knew it was of no hope when they picked me up by my forearms and carried me down the stairs like a child throwing a fit, my feet dangling below