Novel & Cerita Sweet Shackles Of Pain

Now was not the time for celebrating. My hands trembled as I examined the chains binding me to the wall. They were iron coated with wolfbane, spelled to suppress shifter strength. But there was a weakness where they connected to the stone. The mortar was old, crumbling in places from decades of moisture. I braced myself and pulled. Pain shot through my wrists as the shackles dug into my skin, drawing blood. But I felt the stone shift slightly. Again. Harder. The stone cracked. One anchor point came loose with a grinding sound that seemed impossibly loud in the silence.

Vince practically begged, sighing as he tried to calm himself down. Love. On the rare occasions that Vince feels his Serene coming back to him as who she really is and not another personality she’s created to delude herself, he calls out to her with all his heart in the hopes that she will stay. Yet no matter how many times he did, his Serene would still leave. Each time she does, the shackles binding him to the ground become heavier… And yet Serenity, despite becoming the monster that she thinks she’s turned into, will feel a glimmer of hope within her…and still choose to shut it down. She has a strong belief that maybe, Vince really is her salvation and that she must never let go of him. E

Goddess, I can usually feel his piercing gaze on me. Shane’s lips move but I can’t hear anything over Sucker for Pain as Imagine Dragons sings in my ears. He stands up and I can’t help it, I take a step back. His eyes take my movements in, he never misses anything. His eyes flash as he takes one step at a time toward me. I take another step backwards and my back bumps into something. I turn back and look behind me. With the counter at my back there’s nowhere to run. I scoff. Even without the counter at my back there would be nowhere to run. I torture you.I’m just a sucker for pain.I want to chain you up.I want to tie you down.I’m just a sucker for pain.

I suck in a heavy breath and close my eyes. I try to ignore the jabs and nasty comments they mutter but they pierce my ears like needles. It takes hours for sleep to finally wash over me. *** I jerk awake to an icy feeling creeping up my arms. I try to move but my wrists are locked to the head of the bed. The metal is freezing, and I quickly realize it's cold iron. "You motherfuckers!" I snarl, yanking hard on the shackles. Harsh laughter echoes in my ears. It grows louder as I continue to struggle against the chains.

I open my eyes. Darkness surrounds me. There’s a dull ache at the back of my head, and then—suddenly—images from minutes, perhaps hours ago, come splintering into my mind like a lightning bolt, the kind that leaves me wincing in pain. When I try to twist my arms, the clank of chains fills the room. Pain follows, sharp and biting, as the shackles dig into my wrists the more I pull. For the first time since waking, I struggle to look upward. My hands are restrained with chains—the kind used to hold down ruthless dogs.

A fresh crack of the whip and sharp pain across my arms, made me scream out. “Open your eyes Whiskey” he demanded. I held them closed tighter and tried to shake my head, but it couldn’t move from under the shackle. “Last chance little beast, open your fucking eyes and watch the screen” he roared, “No more, please” I pleaded, but my begging was only met with another whip across my arms. I tried to thrash in my seat. A desperate attempt to free myself, but all that accomplished was more pain on my restricted limbs.

The chains bite deeper every time I move. They are something crueler woven from my own pain. The metal tastes of copper and shame, and I wonder if this is what drowning feels like when the water is made of your own failures. I've lost count of how long my consciousness has been suspended here in this twisted mockery of sanctuary. The walls around me pulse with a sickly luminescence, like veins carrying poisoned light through dead flesh. Every surface reflects my face back at me, distorted and hollow, showing me what I've become what I chose to become when I made that first, fatal bargain.

"Ahhh, It hurts so much. This pain is killing me. Someone save me. Please." Shama shouted trembling with pain. It's like thousands of knives are cutting her body into pieces and stabbing her countless times. She trembled with pain. Her mouth couldn't open. She wasn't able to scream. Her mouth trembled as she endured the pain. It was getting more and more. "No...I...I can't take this anymore."

Breathe and think The only thing that came to mind was those aqua eyes. I pulled once more on the shackles, bracing the pain of my skin sizzling. I gritted my teeth, water leaking out of my eyes. Okay no… this was way too painful. I groaned, letting my arms slacken once again. My ears suddenly picked up voices and the sound of a set of keys entering a lock.

ALLISON When I peeled my heavy lids open, I was greeted by a void. Pain radiated through my skull, a rhythmic pounding that felt like a bomb had detonated inside my brain. I tried to lift my heavy body off the cold floor, reaching up to nurse my throbbing temple, but my hand was jerked back by a harsh resistance. The clatter of iron chains echoed in the silence. Confusion bled instantly into panic. I blindly felt at my wrist, my fingers brushing against cold, heavy shackles. Metal cuffs locked both my wrists, reducing my range of movement to a pathetic few inches.