Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

He smelled like strong mints and rubbing alcohol. "Please," I whispered, my voice cracking as I pulled my hands closer to my chest. "Please, don't. I won't do it again. I won't try to leave." "Quiet." He grabbed my right wrist. His grip was like an iron vice, his thick fingers squeezing the bone until it throbbed. He slammed my forearm down onto the cold metal armrest of the chair, and before I could pull away, he dropped a heavy, padded leather strap over my wrist, buckling it tightly. He did the same to my left arm. I was pinned. I couldn't move anything but my head.

As he walked out the door, she knew she would never see him again and he never saw the tear slip down her cheek as she watched his car pull away. Within seconds of hearing the scream, Emma and Caleb’s guns were drawn and they were racing upstairs. A man, presumably Bill, was holding a gun to Jenny’s head. “N.Y.P.D!” Caleb yelled. “Drop your weapon!” “Drop your weapon!” Bill yelled back, defiantly. “I’m just running my business and I don’t need cops poking around in it!” “Jenny, are you okay?” Emma never shifted her gaze from the pimp. “I don’t want to die,” Jenny whimpered, mascara running down her cheeks. “Please, I don’t want to die.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as I struggled to comprehend the swift turn of events. A man grasps my wrists, binding them behind me, my hands throbbed with an uncomfortable pressure. At that moment, a surge of strength radiated through me, fueled by the injustice of my situation. With a sudden burst of determination, I resisted the hands that sought to imprison me. My muscles strained as I fought against the binds, as I desperately attempted to break free from the clutches. The surrounding voices escalated, a mixture of surprise and anger. The courtyard transformed into a battleground where my struggle for freedom intensified. The accusing eyes now widened with shock as the unexpected

with Clara. I rushed out of the booth and stopped Jake at the elevator. “Are you going to the 23rd floor?” Jake stared. “How did you know?” I spoke quickly and quietly: “Mr. Reed has been drugging his wife. We have it on camera. If you go up now, you’ll be part of his frame-up.” Jake paled. “What am I supposed to do? He’s a resident. If I refuse, he can get me fired.” I pressed a voice recorder into his hand.

Then, I slipped it onto the struggling village chief's form. The village chief kept struggling with all his might. At one point, I almost got knocked off. After struggling for some time, I managed to put on the tuxedo for the village chief. The next moment, he let out a terrified scream. "No! Please, no!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Martin clambered up to his feet immediately. He proceeded to drag me away from the village chief. Two of the village chief's legs, as well as his body, were entangled in the tuxedo's suit jacket. He couldn't struggle his way out of the jacket at all, so he could only roll around on the ground in agony.

Brendan said, smirking. “Who're you calling dumb?” Darian growled. Brendan ignored him and went over to a tall armoire. He rummaged through a drawer until he pulled out what looked like a jacket with even more straps on it than Bella had grown accustomed to. When he brought it closer, she realized it was a straitjacket. “What's that for?”

The man struck Salima making her fall on the ground, He then began to strip himself and part her legs in order to penetrate her, Salima was shouting out loud for help, the man fearing that the monsters might spot them, covered her mouth with his hands. I felt angry as I saw this... I couldn't possibly let him to that to her... Absolutely not. So while the man was occupying himself with Salima, I snuck behind him and grabbed hold of his neck, strangling him, The man surprised by this, started to resist, he tried to break himself loose of my hold but I tighten my grip, I dragged him down and wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn't get up, The man struggled desperately trying to break free b

James struggle admist the blindfold to free himself as he is being dragged away to God knows where, the arms pulling him also struggles as he seems a bit strong than himself "We should have use a guard or two" he heard the voice say angrily and he stop struggling recognizing the voice "Anthony?" He mumbled since his mouth is sealed Realizing he might actually be getting rescued, he stop struggling and wait impatiently for them to reach a stop When they finally did his mouth seal was the first thing to come off, next he was pulled into an affectionate embrace allowing him to breathe in his familiar scent

He fell the six feet or so to the ground, and then he lay there, rolling over and over, struggling against the tape binding his wrists and ankles. They stared down at him, half-amused, half-disbelieving. In all their years as hired guns, it had never ceased to amaze them just how determined people were to escape, no matter how futile the attempt. These morons provided hours of entertainment, really, but enough was enough.

The warrior finally got back up and gave me a hard punch in my stomach ,shit that hurts i growl in pain . "Your lucky I'm been tied up" i said as i spat on his face ,and in return he slaps me hard in the face ,making me mad ,no one slaps me in the face ,my legs suddenly moved and wrapped around his neck and strangle him hard until he passes out"while i was still bounded. "You killed him" says the prisoner in from of me . What the fuck just happened right now, i know i didn't lift my legs up intentionally .