Novel & Cerita The Human Chair

“Thank you, Mrs. Harris, I’m sorry to bother you.” I turned again to walk away, when she spoke softly. “I’m sorry what happened to you Jennie.” I paused before continuing my walk back over to Rain. She gave me a huff, bobbing her head a bit. I went to jump up but I couldn’t. With no stir ups to put my foot in, I was at a loss. She is a massive horse, bigger than the average I say. I took her by the reins leading her into the town square. “You’re not going to turn into a human any time soon, are you?” I couldn’t help but ask. She let out a whinny, as I chuckled. I’m glad Mrs. Harris gave me the cloak, I would have felt naked otherwise.

I snorted, satisfied that I had won. As I started to walk away to inspect the room I was trapped in, I stopped and heard double the thuds. Turning to glance over my shoulder, my eyes widened in horror. “OH FUCK, IT’S A HYDRA CHAIR!!” I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me.

The handle had a large triangular opening, the feet of the chair was raised, giving it a leverage to easily locomote. Lindy knew what type of chair it was, she smiled to herself. “ It is a Rim chair. “ Lindy played with her hair at the realization, “ I should have known that these triplets were very nasty, just look at their dark ideas. “ she said to herself. Just then, Thane stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. The moment he stepped in, he began to glare at his latest fancy, color Red. He was in anticipation at how well lindy was going to play the game and how good she would make him feel.

Ruth found herself stuck between the seat of the swivel chair and the bearing underneath. The chair was now tilted to one side, after collapsing from Ruth’s weight on it. Meanwhile, some of the metal components that had gotten loose had somehow penetrated her skin. As she bled, Ruth's posture looked even more ridiculous. She was half squatting, as if she was using the toilet. Furthermore, since her hips were stuck in the chair, Ruth had tried to grab the table with both hands to balance herself, but it only made her look more like she was having difficulty passing motion. Coupled with her wailing voice that sounded like a pig’s cry, the scene in her office was as ugly as it could possibly be

She wasn't certain of what else could help her than to finally speak to Theo. Seconds tick too slow, and her eyelids are getting heavy, indicating signs of a feeble state of her health. Tiya Lucia grabbed her 2-year-old chair, which she personally paid for a customized design. The chair was wrapped in vintage style fabric. The color was her favorite, burnt sienna, with silver traces of triangle patterns. It had a resting back with a length above her head. The chair had only one resting arm, like the one on the school. The desk was thick like it had a secret vault inside.

She looked at the chair — the fourteen-degree chair, the forty-five minutes of testing, the body that knew when it had enough. "Twelve people read for longer than an hour," she said. "In the chair you specified," he said. She was quiet for a moment. The attending receives the weight of it. "The chair works," she said. "Yes," he said. "The chair works." They stood in the reading room in the August evening light and let it be what it was — the two of them in the room they had designed and the room had been used and the using had confirmed the attending, the body-knowledge tested by two hundred and fourteen bodies and found correct.

Ivan let out an annoyed breath as he got to his feet and picked up the deformed chair. A few chairs scraped across the floor as people thought he would explode angrily. That’s not at all what my gentle giant did. He frowned at the chair and proceeded to unbend the legs before placing it back. I smiled because his behavior wasn’t what anyone watching probably expected from a man of his stature. He moved to the far side of the table, closest to the wall, moved the chair out, and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

Oh my god. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. But it wasn’t the chains or cuffs that made my breath catch. No, it was the throne-like chair at the very center—a dark, high-backed seat with broad armrests and a slightly reclined angle. There were subtle restraints embedded in its design, meant to hold someone’s wrists and ankles in place. It was a chair meant for display, for control. A place where a submissive would kneel at their master’s feet. I could almost picture myself there, looking up at Alex, his gaze dark and commanding, that deep voice of his rumbling, “Kneel for me.”

It was a robotic chair that drove itself, and she wondered how much it cost to own one of those. The chair's wheels rolled smoothly on the floor and were moving in her direction. "Get out of my way," Jayden grunted, leaning onto the chair like it was a bed or a sofa, raising his towel-covered head to glare at her. "You can't go yet, Mr. Stanley." She voiced, almost pleading, and grasped hold of the armrests thinking that would stop the chair. But instead, the chair tilted more and Maria was propelled backward until she fell on her behind with an embarrassing thud.

Zren let out a victorious smile and immediately walked out of the office. When she arrived at her own working space, she sat on her customized gaming chair. Indeed what she was using was not a swivel chair but a comfy gaming chair. It was comfortable at the same time cool. Zren threw herself on the chair and rotated herself as she took out the invitation that the old man gave to her earlier. Staring at the party invitation, Zren's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow. She had a weird feeling that something would happen tomorrow but she didn't know what was it.