Novel & Cerita Straitjacket Story

“Shut up and show me what you are hiding in your dress pocket!” I wasn't planning to use so much person, but she was the one that caught on my nerves by not doing what I told her to so I grabbed her arm and she began to struggle like I was trying to strangle her, in fact she had not struggled so much in the past when I had strangled her. Then it all happened in the blink of an eye. I pushed too hard. She jerked back, knocked her head against one of the crates and fell down and became unconscious.

Just a mattress on the floor and a toilet. She’d been changed into a hospital gown when they put her in a straitjacket so she could still use the facilities without aid. She looked like a total mess. More crazed than before. Her hair was a nest of knots, her straitjacket and face had bits of food staining it. “The fucking hell!? This is how you treat prisoners!?” Khalid demanded, rounding on John.

DELIA HERRERA POV "What do you think you are doing" I got out groggily, then tried to stand up. I couldn't. I glanced down at my body, my brows furrowing when I saw I was in a straightjacket. Jason turned me over, then pulled at the straps tightly while I grunted, and then he moved me again until I was lying on my back. It was disorienting and because I was just waking up, my brain was taking a while to catch up.

"Why?" So, Jerald recounted his harrowing tale to Jake, detailing every aspect of his captivity. He described the days he spent as Mostafa's prisoner, the atrocities committed by Mostafa and his thugs, and the relentless abuse he endured. Jerald revealed how he had navigated the treacherous waters of deception, pretending to follow Mostafa's orders while secretly searching for a way to escape. He shared the story of the fights he had engaged in, including the pivotal one that was meant to prove his loyalty to Mostafa's gang, and the dubious reward that came with it.

I got this feeling that the man is kinda kidnapping her. "Tell the escorts to follow me immediately " Fredrick speaks into his Bluetooth and they come down from the car as I walk right into the building. The building is a bit confusing as I wander and still come out where I have been before, this went on for a good thirty minutes until I found out where they are. One of my escorts forces the door open and I see a middle aged man with a dagger in his pocket and the lady tied to the chair with a chain. He's trying to strangle her as his hands are placed firmly on her neck as she struggles to breath. What the fucking hell! "Let go of her" Hey guys you love the story so far?

I felt something else… like a leather strap. He straddled it on my neck despite my fight. Reaching for my hands, he grabbed them and pulled them behind me. I have to arch my neck due to the high collar, and I realize he’s not going to take it off. “Charles!!! I cannot breathe!” I yelled. “But you can hear. Now listen to me bitch, you’re not going to say another word until I tell you to.” My breath hitched when the cold metal wrapped around my wrists before they click into place. They’re tight, and metallic which means I’m not going to be able to get this off.

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.

he said in a mocking tone. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and my heartbeat increased due to panic when I felt his free hand slowly removing the the strap of my dress from my shoulder. I again tried to free myself from his steel grip but it’s impossible. “Listen Mr. Knight… Don’t do this” I said calmly trying to push him by his chest. He got a hold of both of my wrists and pinned them over my head. I tried to struggle out of his hold but it only made him tighten his hold.

Its eyes are all black and its white complexion is not normal. “L-let go o-of ackk.” Jax can’t continue on what he’s going to say when the man put more force on his hand which is strangling him. Jax’s feet could no longer reach on the ground because the man had already lifted him as he strangled him.

Nancy’s POV His hand was warm against the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair with a possessive grip. He held the leather strap between us—dark, about an inch wide, with a buckle on one side and a small rubber ball attached to the center. The gag. I stared at it, my lips parting slightly, my breath quickening. “Open,” Jake said. I opened my mouth. He slid the ball past my lips, the rubber pressing against my tongue, and fastened the strap behind my head. The leather cinched tight, not painful, but firm. I could not speak. I could only hum, only nod, only follow.