Tai Lung Chained Up Novels & Stories

He nods " Yes sir, Tai abducted about thirty girls from different cities in Spain, they were auctioning them at his brothel," " What happened," " We informed the CIA who shut it down and as a present, to you, I burned his clubs in Spain, and all those which are affiliated to him," I nod impressed. " And Tai?" " He was at the auction, we almost had him but he managed to slip out of our hands, sir," Every time I think we are close, he manages to escape. " I want to know about Marion Rayes," Don raises his eyebrows, looking at me with a skeptical expression on his face.

I heard the stairs creaking and I tried not to groan. I don’t know how long Dru and I had been down here; I just knew that I had completely lost touch with my dragon. Tianlong had used the last of his power to heal me. Now he was resting deep within me; although in my weaken state there was no chance of him healing anytime soon. My entire body ached from the beatings the wolves had given to me, and being chained with 24 Karat gold chains wrapped around my neck, arms, and legs. I had no chance of escaping.

I'm going to die here Moriah I've been here for days, or so I think. I don't really know how long it's been since Armaloth confined me to his catacombs. Not only that but I'm chained to a wall, like a wild animal. My neck is shackled with a metal chain that is hooked to the wall. It is so short that I can hardly lie on the floor to sleep without hanging myself.

Luna Howell was already crying, seeing her son in a very big cage. The cage was definitely made with strong metals but only Azalea and Alpha Goan knew the cage which had chains bounding the wolf. One chain on the wolf's neck, two bounded together with it to each side of the cage - those chains contained some silver - he looked like he was imprisoned by his own people.

I never for once thought that he was going to find me, neither did I believe that my prayer would work but the reality is that he was here with me and my attacker was held under his grip. I watched as Talon held The Loon by the neck, chains wrapped around him as he made choking sounds. The loon struggled under Talon’s grip with hands flinging in the air. He tried to ploy his way around but Talon gave him no chance. He held him so tightly that I could discernibly see his muscles contract.

His eyes widened when I pulled a rat out by it’s tail placed it on his exposed chest and covered it with the bucket. “Get it off of me!” He hollered in protest. The guard who had cut his shirt open had put on a glove and handed me a blow torch. I watched his face turn to a look of pure fear. I lit the blow torch to the metal bucket as the rat cried out inside for escape. “See, the game is this.” I stopped the blow torch. “Either you’re going to admit to what you did and I’ll have the rat removed. If you don’t, it’s only got one way it’s going to go. Through you.”

They wanted the man who had stood beside them for decades — a father figure to some, a guide to many, and, as we had learned, a traitor to all to pay with every last breath in his lungs. And there he was. Tied to the stake. The sight of him was… haunting. Thick silver chains forged to hold even the strongest of his kind bit into his wrists and ankles, leaving raw burns where his skin tried, and failed, to heal. He pulled at them, over and over, with jerks of his arms, twists of his shoulders, his teeth gnashing against the agony. Each rattle of the links clanged through the circle like a cruel reminder- there was no escape. Not this time.

I wrapped my arm across my mouth and nose, but kept moving. I reached the chamber. There were only a few hanging light bulbs that cast a dull glow. The light picked out chains, stone, and a set of rusted bars on a side cell. In the center, Talia hung from silver shackles fixed high on the wall. Her head slumped. Her hair stuck to her face with sweat and blood. The skin at her wrists was raw where the silver had burned it. Her dress had been torn by claws. Two rogue wolves stood next to her. Viki stood near the open cell. She watched with a greedy calm that twisted my stomach. Her hands rested on the bars as if she had come to see a play.

He slowly marched towards her and stood up behind her. "I didn't find them beautiful until now…" he whispered evenly. Startled, she opened her eyes and jerked her head over her shoulder as she spoke. "The photo was obviously edited." She rebuked. "You don't look pleased wearing those tuxedos and the same goes for me. So why do we keep on taking this matter for so long? Why not free each other from these shackles?" She asked. "I suppose you forgot our elders' conditions concerning this matter, haven't you?" He asked casually.

The two soldiers then wrapped the chain around him starting from his ankles, until his entire lower half body was bound tightly. Wrapped by the eight hundred pound chain, Gopher couldn’t move at all. He realized that this would be his execution ground. Fear and despondence struck him as his breathing became haywire. If the iron chain wasn’t there to forcibly keep him in place, he would’ve collapsed to the ground. Just then, another soldier showed up with an oil tank. The freighter didn’t have any gasoline, so he had to disembark to retrieve about ten liters of fuel from the tank of Andre’s Rolls Royce.