Sweet Shackles Of Pain Novels & Stories

The image of myself, weak and exposed in front of everyone, haunted me. ~ My eyes shot open, my heart hammering against my ribs as I sat up in bed. I looked through my window, everywhere was still dark, but the clock on my nightstand showed it was nearly seven. I’d barely gotten two hours of sleep, drifting off close to dawn after tossing and turning through a nightmare. In the dream, I’d been in the center of the pack, surrounded by sneering faces. Kael had stood off to the side, watching with that hard, indifferent look of his, as the pack taunted me, calling me weak, calling me unfit.

"Curvy waist, flawless skin, round ass. Still a virgin. Yup, except for a few bruises, you'll fetch me a good price out there. Come on, stand up." I slowly stood to my feet while he feasted his eyes over me. Despite his brutal nature, The Slave Master never made a move on me. Rather he tortures me with his whip just like he does with the other slaves. I hated it. I hated it because he held my freedom. For that, I hated him but not as much as I hated the man who ruined my whole life. Minutes later, I was put on shackles on my wrists and neck. There was an evil glitter in his eyes as he dragged me away in chains to be sold.

** I t was around mid day when i finally regained consciousness, bright light was filtering through the cracked wall and into the small room I was left in. I tried to struggle back on my feet but couldn't but then realized shackles on both my hands and feet. And each time I try to move, it burn through my skin like leaser. Aside from the awful pain from the shackles, there was other unbearable aches and sharp pain shooting through every part of me. My lungs seem to scream with each intake of breath, making it hard to take a deep breath even if I wanted to.

Raina had caned her so hard her skin had peeled off. The pain was excruciating. She hadn't screamed that day, but she wanted to scream now, and she did. With every strike of the cane, she shrieked. She wanted to kill every one of them. So much pain... “Noooo!!” she screamed and was covered with sweat despite the coldness of the room she was shackled in. She couldn't take it anymore and started kicking against the chains.

**Cassandra's POV** "Bind her and tie her to the horse!" he ordered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on me, full of hatred. A large brown wolf, marked by a scar crossing his left eye, threw the shackles to the ground. Other men hurried to put them on my wrists. The moment my hands touched the cold metal, I felt a searing pain, as if my skin were burning. I took a deep breath, biting my lower lip to stifle a scream. The shackles were polished silver, and I knew the walk to the pack would be long and excruciating. Under the scorching sun, the silver would burn my skin until it was raw.

I try to remember what happened, but my thoughts are jumbled and confused… Everything is foggy. Groaning, I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my chest, and I fall back down onto the floor with a cry. Tears start to well up in my eyes as I try to catch my breath. It feels like my ribs are on fire, and I can barely breathe. As I fall back down, I hear the unmistakable sound of a heavy chain. I move my leg and feel the weight of a shackle around my ankle. My heart drops and tears slip down my cheeks… God, I am going to die here!

The sentries voice sailed resuscitated me mentally and I snapped my head up, vision still adjusting to the darkness. “What the— argh” I winced in pain as a migraine exploded in my head. My hands made to move for the sore place at my temple but was pulled back by the strength of cold shackles. “What…” I tugged my hands down but the shackles the bound my wrists only rattled slightly. “What the hell is this?” I bellowed, Jafarr’s scowl appearing with the memories that refreshed in my thoughts. “How fast shit blows up in your face huh.”

Beau Pain. All over. I can't count how many times I have shifted. I count how many times I have broken my bones and healed. I am weak. Do I deserve all this pain for a mistake I made out of pride? He is my father, why would he cause me this much pain. The shackles are still around my wrists and ankles. I have been hallucinating. All the blood, all the death. If this is some kind of lesson; it is working.

But he pushed forward. The sun was merciless above, a white-hot disk searing the empty sky. Sweat streaked his bruised face, mingling with blood and grime. He stumbled down into a shallow gulch, his wrists straining against the steel shackles. He tried to pull, to twist, to break them, but his strength faltered. The steel bit deep, cruel and unyielding. “Damn you,” he hissed, slamming the chains against a rock. Sparks flew, but nothing broke. He pressed his forehead to the stone, teeth bared against the scream that clawed up his throat.

I sank to my knees, teeth grinding against each other, every nerve in my body ablaze, as if the pain itself was alive—hungry, relentless, inescapable. “Make it stop!” I screamed, tears carving molten trails down my cheeks. Memories crashed into me, but they weren’t memories—they were shattered, jagged fragments of a past I had thought I could leave behind. Charlie and Snow flickered across my mind, mocking me, twisting reality into something unrecognizable. Nothing felt real anymore. Pain, memories, and torment hammered my body like a relentless earthquake, each wave threatening to shatter me completely. Through the haze of agony, I finally lifted my eyes. The Wicked knelt before me, clutchi