Sweet Shackles Of Pain Novels & Stories

Will they still be waiting for me? “I thought that I would not be back to my previous life again. I was not ready this time.” I sobbed as both my hands and feet were paining hard. My wrists and ankles have huge wounds because of the weird types of shackles he used to tie me here and let’s not start with the fingers and toes because who will be fine when someone will pull your nails like an animal… Well, he is an animal to start with. I heard someone opening the door of my cell and I can’t help but start panicking. I really don’t want something new… {just kill me, dude}... My eyes were still filled with tears, so I lowered my head and turned my gaze down.

But none of them were remotely related or even curve the slightest in the way the words on her shackle do. What is this Penny? I rasp inside my mind, my throat tight and heavy from all the emotions that impale through me. What emotions? I am not sure yet. It's the shackle that sends the weird vibrations to Aeric, his mind link coursing the same through my mind as we feel it at the same time. It's like the shackles have a life of their own. “Get her discharge papers ready.”, I say. The doctor scoots out of the room on his tiptoe, afraid to either get questioned or caught up in a brawl.

I was beginning to get intrigued by the conversation and I was glad I didn't allow the awkward side of me to win. “You may be right. I don't even know what exactly is the problem with me. I haven't been able to move on from a heartbreak and a betrayal. It's crazy.” “Heartbreak? Trust you to say that another son of Adam broke your heart? Come on, girl. Those men are not worth crying for. I have been there. But, now. I'm single as fuck and free as a bee. Fuck those men, sis.” I almost chuckled at the way she sounded. Her swear words were also crazy and I didn't quite expect it from her.

Serah’s POV I’m suddenly woken up by a sharp, stabbing pain in my waist. My eyes snap open, and I quickly sit up in bed, clutching my side. The pain is intense, raw and unbearable. It feels exactly like labor pains. “No... not now. I still have one more week left,” I whisper, my voice trembling in confusion and fear.

The air in the shed felt oppressive, heavy with fear and the sharp tang of blood. Wren’s wrists burned where the metal shackles bit into her skin, her every struggle making them dig deeper. Her chest heaved as she fought to breathe past the taste of sweat and copper in her mouth. Bruises painted her arms and legs in shades of deep purple and sickly yellow, and her ribs screamed with every shallow breath she took. A figure stood before her, a shadow of death cloaked in cold cruelty. His eyes were like shards of ice, piercing and merciless, and his lips curled in a sneer that promised nothing but pain.

Phanuel answered, trying to dodge from the task. “You'll do no such thing. Remove her clothes, now!” Phanuel exhaled sharply, turning his head to the side as he raised her blouse above her abdomen, revealing red sores round her stomach. “Huh!” he gasped, turning to Graeme Clough as a flash of surprise glinted in his eyes. “Put her in the van.” “Huh.” Phanuel trembled. “You heard me.” Graeme Clough thundered. “Now! The rest of you remain here.”

I hissed, my eyes starting as the binds on my wrists were cut, only to be replaced immediately by a heavy, metallic weight. I lunged foward, teeth bared, ready to tear out the throat of the nearest guard, but my knees buckled. A white hot, searing pain radiated from my wrists, travelling up my arms like liquid fire. I let out a yelp, collapsing back into the chair they'd forced me info. "Silver?" I gasped, staring at the dull grey shackles. Lira let out a muffled howl of agony in my head, the metal was eating into my skin.

I regretted the very day our paths had crossed. A low groan escaped my throat as a sharp, throbbing pain radiated from my bruised stomach and shot down my aching arms. My throat felt completely parched, and the skin across my cheek stung fiercely. I cautiously tried to blink my eyes open, but the harsh glare of the overhead light caused a sharp pain behind my eyelids, forcing them shut once more. I instinctively tried to shift my body, but an unyielding pressure held me firmly in place.

I had seen people being sent into the dungeon and I could tell it wasn't such a good place. The hinge of the dungeon bars squeaked as it was swung open by the six-foot-three, heavily built brute that stood sentinel. I was tossed like a weightless children's doll behind the bars, not caring what happens to me. The shackles impeded my movement and I fell clumsily on my elbow against the rough, stony floor, sustaining a cut. I ignored the pain and rushed to the bars, yanking on them, screaming at the top of my voice like a puppy drenched in rain.

she stuttered, backing away slowly. I fell to my knees as my bones began to crack and move. With each new crack, I could feel a part of my body shifting. I was on my feet now, my emotions raging inside me fueling my first shift. The indignity of this was all too much! The pain coursed through my veins like a wildfire that could not be contained.