Novel & Cerita Straitjacket Story

"Vacate the coordinate! My system demands an immediate return to my residence!" The exact millisecond my spine achieved a partial vertical alignment as I attempted to scramble from the bedding, Mr. Jefri unleashed a violent downward thrust, detonating my shoulder blades flat against the mattress once more. He dropped his knees to anchor a dominant, locked stance directly straddling the perimeter of my thighs, his fingers moving with practiced, mechanical speed to loosen the knot of his necktie before callously discarding his high-grade tailored suit jacket onto the flooring. "Banish the delusion that your frame will be permitted to execute an evacuation from this sector so easily."

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 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.

His dark eyes were sharp and wary. ‘Gianni, old bastard! We will play peepers later! And a short quiz with questions and answers as well. I am here with Elky, by the way. Nobody raised the alarm yet, so we better hurry up.’ Grabbing the knife from the mesenger bag, I cut the thick leather belts on Gianni’s wrists and ankles and pulled back the straitjacket. After looking around the empty cabin and not finding any clothes, I nodded towards the corridor: ‘Dress in what is there. Why you were in a straitjacket by the way?’

"The more you struggle, the more you try to break free, the wider it spreads your legs. And the tighter the restraints become on your wrists." "You're lying." But even as I say it, I'm testing the restraints. Shaking my wrists. Trying to pull free. The restraints don't budge on my wrists. But between my legs, oh god, I feel the ankle restraints shift. Widening. Spreading my legs further apart with mechanical precision. I freeze immediately. Dante's smile is absolutely wicked. "I told you. Every movement widens your legs. Every struggle gives me more access to what I want."

Closing his eyes, he awaited for his death but he suddenly heard the man groan in pain and hearing Helena's voice surprised him and when he opened his eyes, the man was staggering as something Helena threw at him got into his eyes. "Babe, let's go." She called on Larry who was still in shock. The man was standing in between them and the door, Larry felt they were trapped. "Let's go this way." Helena ran back into the room. When Larry entered the room, it took a lot of guts for him not to have puked right there, there was a table in the center of the room and on it was a human skull and a jar filled with kidneys and a heart, the room was filled with knifes and machetes and bows and arrows and

Chapter 12 GODFATHER SLAP! THUD! "Ahhh!" The man was extremely pissed when he heard the man's annoying name. His hand landed furiously on Hannah's face adding the flush on her cheeks. Her face turned even more swollen than before. "Told you to scream my name and not that annoying name!" The man shouted and immediately pulled out from her. He jumped off from the bed and dragged her towards the bathroom. Hannah struggled hard to twist her arm but the man's hold on her wrist was so tight. "Please... Please let go of me..." She begged helplessly. Fresh tears stream down her face nonstop.

“Damn, I barely have the strength to hold it in any longer. How about this?" "No way, we have to endure it!" another friend said as one hand untied his belt and tied Mitchel's hands. The restraining jacket that was supposed to work, fell on the road just now.” the others also untied Mitchel's belts and bound his legs. "This is a good way!" one said. At this moment Mitchel's head was pressed against the ground. Now his eyes were bloodshot and he continued to struggle and scream, “Get off me you bastard! Quickly let me go! Do you want me to die ha!”