Tied Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

He is my drug and I can’t give him up. “Good girl.” He slams back inside me. Gripping my hips as I try to break free of the tie. I need to touch him. To grip the table. To pull him closer to me. He knows I can’t get out of his tie knot. Rowan must have been a damn boy scout with how snug this tie is on my wrist.

She pushed my hair out of the way. “You have locked her up. She's been tied down for too long. Try again.” I tried getting up on my feet but the earth received me almost immediately. I groaned and spat out the blood in my mouth

"I did not want you to find out that way but here we go..." I ignored them both, focusing on getting out of this ridiculously hard knot he had my wrists tied in. "Here what goes, uncle? What is she talking about?!" Jared's tone was slightly increased in an apprehensive way. "Sit and don't raise your tone at me. I'm exhausted already as it is." Uncle Pete admonished slightly. "How did you even tie this...fuck!" I was beginning to grow frustrated. I melted to the floor, flinging my body in a desperate attempt to get rid of this bind. My whole body was shaking. I just needed to avenge Zaya's death and mourn her.

Confident, even. Until I reached behind my back. The straps were loose, dangling uselessly. I twisted my arms, trying to grab the ties, but they kept slipping from my fingers. I groaned, turning in front of the mirror, pulling one side over my shoulder and attempting to knot it with the other. My shoulders ached from the awkward angle. I tried again, fingers fumbling, breath coming out in frustrated little puffs. “Come on,” I muttered. “Just get tied already.”

It felt like he could rip the leather that covered the steering wheel with the way he was gripping it. His jaw clenched tight, and the faint muscle in his cheek ticked rhythmically, his only movement aside from the occasional sharp flick of his gaze back to the road. I shifted in my seat, my dress crinkling softly beneath me, but I didn’t dare speak. The tension was thick enough to choke on. I was afraid to say a word, to say something that might raise the bar higher and break the tension that surrounded us both. I looked at his face through the mirror above.

Anjali complained. " As you wish! "Alex said. " You are so tall , it makes it difficult to tie the knot . " , she complained. " No worry. "Alex sat on the bed and let her tie the knot. Anjali started to tie the knot, but unfortunately, she couldn't tie the note as perfectly as Alex. "Looks like the fabric of the tie is defective. "Anjali threw the tie on the ground when she got tired of trying continuously. " Don't worry, you can try others. " Alex chuckled at her childish act.

Which I guess would help me figure out how I was going to escape it. I turn my wrist left and right. It barely moves and all I manage to do is open and close my fist. Now I know it is not cuffs holding me in place because they would rattle if I moved. It had to be a rope of some kind. I tug to test the hardness of it and I just feel the grip tighten around my wrist. It doesn’t feel like it’ll give way and snap. It’s not even laced with wolfsbane. So whoever tied me up had to be stupid. A low growl starts from my chest as I exert all my energy trying to pull on the ropes until they snap. Nothing happens. What the hell type of rope is this?

Kaiya I open my eyes, but it’s as if I’m trying to see through a deep mist. I can’t make anything out around me. My arms and legs are trapped against my body. Someone tied me up. I let out a high-pitched scream and try to struggle out of my bindings, grunting and crying as panic wells up in my chest. “Sh-sh-sh,” Bowden’s voice flushes over me. “Stop fighting. I’ve got you.”

I wiggle my wrists, trying to loosen the knot, keeping them together. The friction is uncomfortable, but I continue moving slightly, hoping no one notices. The rope loosens, but not enough to slip my hands through. Whoever tied this wanted to make sure I couldn’t escape, and yet the panic still hasn’t set in. My heartbeat is steady, adrenaline isn’t rushing through my veins.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”