Tied Up Novels & Stories

I didn’t waste any time freeing myself from the rest of the restraints, moving to my other arm first. I didn’t have to hurt myself to get free like I did with the first arm, which was a relief. The knots were a little tight, but that didn’t stop me from working at them. After struggling to loosen the knots for a few minutes, I looked back over to the changelings. They were almost done eating, which meant I had very little time to break free. I began to twist the knot in hopes of breaking the wire.

I wondered, my mind foggy with sleep. As I tried to stretch my limbs, I realized I was ensnared in the tangled folds of the covers. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, frustration creeping into my voice. How on earth did I manage to get myself into this predicament? Did I unwittingly twist and turn in my sleep? I pondered, attempting to extricate myself from the fabric trap.

"The baby missed you not me" I heard him chuckle before his hug tightened. "Yeah, the baby, my baby." he said as if he was referring to something else. I immediately let go and stared at him. He automatically raised both his hands. "What?" he wondered but I don't know why it sounds like teasing to me. I just tsked then he turned his back. "Hey, are you upset?" he asked softly then hugged me from behind while lying down. "Who wouldn't? You're teasing me." I said and pout as if he can see it.

When he saw Niya moving he immediately grabbed her and forced her back down on the bed, he softly whispered in her ear, “Doctor said you can’t move for at least a week otherwise your stitches may open.” Niya trembled because of the warmness of his breath near her ear. She was a little confused, she thought, ‘What stitches is he talking about and why he is so gentle to me?’. Suddenly the memories of the birthday party night appeared in her mind. With memories came the pain, and with pain came the sadness. She tried her best to push Adam away, but when Adam saw her struggling, he panicked. He sat behind her and grabbed her more tightly to prevent her stitches to open.

It was a lie. And JC knew she was playing tricks on his imagination. “Tessa please don’t let it hang. Come on. Tell me.” “See you, JC. Bye.” “Tessa Lopez. Who’s he?” He demanded. His thoughts flew wild, pretty much certain she said ‘you’ before she hung up, in the faintest sound for him to capture the word. He fumbled for some coins hoping to catch her, and then dialed again. Ten rings and there was no more answer.

I can’t even read any books because my mind is occupied to what my father said to me. If I don’t marry that man that they were talking about, then it will be the end of my career. Because if I can’t continue my studies because my father told me, I won’t be able to graduate. If I don’t graduate, I won’t achieve my dream job. If I don’t achieve my dream job, then all my efforts to study hard will be worthless. Ah! It’s driving me crazy! I can’t think properly right now. I really don’t want to get married, especially since I don’t even know the man that I need to marry.

He wandered over , still trying to tie it on the way but failing again . "This is so fucking stupid" he snapped getting frustrated. I stood up infront of him and did his tie wit bc ease . "See you need me" I winked teasingly at him. "Stupid fucking tie , I wear one every day of my god damn life and I still can't tie it" he slammed his dresser shut , making me jump . He looked over at me .

Before I could react, Jasper was behind me. He grabbed something from the side table, a silk tie, black, soft, and expensive and looped it around my neck, then around the tall pole-like back of the chair. Not tight enough to choke. Just tight enough to hold my head forward, facing the bed. Facing them. I couldn’t move and couldn’t turn away then he moved to tie me up. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jasper?” I asked, voice low, annoyed, but unable to do anything about it.

The bang it creates echoes through the room. “Fuck!” How the hell am I going to get out of this? I grumble to myself. I yank and twist my arms, trying to jiggle the latch loose, but all I manage to do is make the zip ties bury themselves deeper into my wrists. The feel of warm stickiness trailing down my arms forces me to stop my struggling efforts. I’m stuck until nightfall and then death follows. One way or another.

It's too tight Uncle Grey loosen it. She squeaked. "I can't, I think I tied it too much."I explained as I tried to untie it. I made a mess of the ropes and they all crumbled. "It's not getting loose. " I explained and she cried out. "Just this one time you helped me tie my top, you ruined it. You are not helping me one bit." She explained and I sighed. "Use your teeth to untie them."She ordered and I nodded.