Sweet Shackles Of Pain Novels & Stories

"It was eleven years ago at a festival in Storm Drone. A local landlord of there... perhaps the name was Quinn, was scolding and tried to drag out of that place. Do you not remember?" Blood rushed down from her face after hearing his words. She swallowed nervously recalling at that memory, at a sudden moment she was feeling sick. She had spent all of her adolescence time being beaten up and humiliated by her cruel master, she had been a slave to him. Even then she could remember the pain every day she had been felt after his beating by a whip, she still had those scars in the skin of her back. Nails began to dig in her palms, she looked up at the man standing in front of her.

Like the bitterness that gathers over the years, silently suffocating every dream I ever dared to hold. I crouched in the corner of the cell, folded in on myself, as if becoming smaller could make me invisible to the world that had never left me in peace. My back leaned against the damp wall, but the chill of the stone reached deeper than my skin — it soaked into my bones, clinging to me, as if the lifeless rock meant to drain the last spark from within me. Iron shackles bit into my wrists and ankles, the cold of the chains long since seared into my flesh. Scars — old and fresh alike — wound across my body like tangled vines, each cut, each lash adding to the story I never wished to tell.

LIAM I woke up in the dark, not the kind that comes with sleep, but the kind that presses in and makes you aware of your own breathing, my arms were stretched above me, iron biting into my wrists, my feet locked down, my shoulders already aching from the position. The shackles burned.

It would break him. My ears pricked in alert as the sound of the iron gate swung open. I took in a deep painful breath and blinked at the gate of my cell as I waited for the inevitable appearance of Big hulk. My torturer. That’s what I called him. “Is she ready?” Anna’s whiny voice reached my ears as the sound of their footsteps got louder. I pulled at the shackles around my wrists and hissed in pain. Iron shackles laced with wolfsbane. It bit and burned into the skin on my wrists, the poison weakening me every time I pulled and struggled.

MARCELLA’S POV A throbbing headache woke me up, I shifted uneasily on the bed and tried to get up, that was when I realized the shackles on my feet. I tagged desperately on the chains that held me bound, but it fitted tightly around my ankle and the other end secured to the foot end of the bed. There was no escape, I slapped my forehead in frustration knowing I was stuck here, my family wouldn’t come to my rescue, no, not in the face of countless threats from Salvador and Zak. Through the window, I could see the dark skies, no stars, no moon, just pitch-black sky, there was no hope, I was stuck here with Salvador.

Natalia & Andrei Natalia The metal shackles had rubbed my wrists raw by the second day. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain shooting up my arms, but I’d learned to grit my teeth and bear it. Complaining would only give these bastards more satisfaction. “Get up, prisoner,” the scarred female barked, kicking me swiftly in the ribs as she unhooked my chains from the post. I clenched my jaw against the pain, refusing to show how much that kick hurt. “Breakfast won’t make itself.”

I wriggled in agony when one of the guards informed me gruffly, "Just follow us smoothly if you want to lessen this pain. The sooner we get down there, the sooner you can be free from silver shackles." My breathing hitched as panic gripped me. Silver. That explained all the pain and burning. I closed my eyes as silent tears trickled down my lashes and followed them quietly. The irony of this situation was that because of the silver shackles, I couldn't wait to reach the dungeons now.

It was way too much for me to bear compared to my past tortures but when considering about the fact that I got not broken bones before, it's not that surprising for me to feel this much of pain already. So when he stepped on my other ankle, I didn't even register that added pain until he got down to my level to brag about his 'hard work'. "See... That was easy. Now you won't be able to escape from me ever again." He murmured evilly and then put golden shackles around my ankles and neck to prevent me from healing. "You- are a monster!" I whispered weakly before my mind got sucked into a whirlpool of darkness.

A shriek was ripped from my throat, but it sounded strange, half-human, half-snarl. The pain wasn't just bone-deep; it was soul-deep. My body felt like it was simultaneously melting and freezing, contracting and expanding. The guards around me yelled, scrambling back, but I barely registered them. My skin felt like it was tearing, my teeth elongating into needle-sharp points. I could hear the horrifying snap and reform of my skeletal structure, every joint relocating, every muscle fiber tearing apart and reknitting with impossible speed. The iron shackles were suddenly too tight, too small. With a loud, echoing CRACK, the heavy iron links burst, shearing metal as if it were soft clay.

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.