Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

The same chair sat in the center of the room, but they didn't strap me down. They didn't need to. The door was a reinforced slab of three-inch steel. Rico looked at me one last time, his eyes searching mine for a truth he wasn't sure he wanted to find, before he stepped back. The door slammed shut. Jax was missing. Cane was dying. And I was locked up and trapped...AGAIN!

" Edmund's jacket fit him perfectly, making him look sharp and on top of the world. Aunt Linda clapped Edmund on the back, gushing, "Wow, Edmund, you're looking sharper by the day! That jacket looks so expensive. You look like a big shot!" Then, she glanced at me, her smile freezing for a second before she made a face. "What's with Frank? How can such a nice jacket look so crumpled on him?" Aunt Carol, who was munching on snacks, could not resist adding her two cents. "Yeah, he looks like he's just come back from hauling bricks. He can't even stand up straight.

Dang it! “I slipped. Don’t even know what that means," I said. Dread prickled along my neck as he withdrew, slipping from under me and straightening up. Now that we were eye level, I could see how his lips curled in irritation. “Was your ex a quarterback?” He asked. No way he was trying to trap me. Pressing my lips together, I made a feeble effort to move, but the straps around my wrists snapped, pulling me closer to him. “Can we not do this right now?” I asked, my eyes pleading.

The one who made the stupid joke at first, slowly made his way towards me. I crawled back as quickly as my body could carry me. He tilted his head slightly as he watched me corner myself by one of the wardrobes. “Cute.” He pulled me up immediately. The other two men made their way beside me. Two of them held me by both arms and one placed a handkerchief over my nose again. I tried to struggle and scream, but it was as useless as trying to scream underwater or struggle while in chains. I felt my limbs dropping slowly, the intoxicating smell hitting harder this time.

The cafeteria descended into chaos as Lucy angrily pushed past the doctor, trying to escape. While staff calmed the upset patients, a doctor approached Lucy from behind with a sedative, injecting her neck. She collapsed instantly. Lucy was restrained again. Her behavior was disturbing other patients, and she'd attacked staff. She had to wear the straitjacket for three full days - pure torture. She could only lie there, needing permission even to use the bathroom. She felt less than human, more like a caged animal. At night, the howls and screams from all directions made her delirious. She fantasized about rescue.

he demanded harshly. Stark swallowed hard as he tried to keep his cool. “What?” he asked, confused. Who would want to kidnap him? What could possibly be so special about him, anyway? The man slapped Stark across the face and he fell on the floor. The man who wasn't impressed grabbed him by his collar with one hand, dragging him from the floor. Stark struggled against his hold, trying desperately to escape but to no avail.

And just like that— The trap snapped shut.

Yes, I had tried to grab one of the officers. It was only trying to tell him that my miscarriage wasn't natural. He insisted it was due to stress from the judgment I faced. Stress from the trial. But he dismissed my pleas, unwilling to listen, so I grabbed him in desperation. And for that, they strapped me in a straitjacket and confined me to a small room for a week. My voice silenced. Just like that. The loss of my baby buried deep. He never got the chance to see the world or the dignity of a proper burial.

Why you were in a straitjacket by the way? ‘Here it is,’ Gianni raised his hands holding the scraps of leather, ‘the Marconi doctor had decided to try a truth serum on me. He instantly regretted it. I managed to smash the cameras, ripped the bugs out of the walls, and broke his jaw just for the fun of it. I planned to kill him in a minute, but the bastard shot me with the sleeping gun.’ I gazed steadily at his face, focusing his eyes on mine. ‘What else did they inject into you?’

Docks stretched out in the background, with salt and moisture clinging to the surface.' Juniper's boots were covered in slick wooden planks, and the fog was curving around her ankles. But her heart sank in against her ribs, and she held on tightly to the phone. The reason for Adrian's imprisonment was her. Without the truth, she couldn't depart. A paused clap was heard in the background.? “Brave little Juniper.”. Juniper's stomach clenched. Victoria Langford.