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***Originally what is now Chapter 2 was originally Chapter 1- I just thought it flowed better flip flopped so sorry for any confusion it may cause for people who have already started to read******
The Ties That Bind
Chapter 1
Jade pulled on the chain with all her might. She gripped the chains so they would have little tension and sat back with her full body weight….nothing. Not even a budge. Jade was shackled to the floor by her wrists and feet and there didn't seem to be any hope in freeing herself. However, that didn't stop her from trying.
Jade was so exhausted. All she really wanted to do was sleep. She felt like she could sleep forever. Her whole body ached and her wrist and ankles started to become raw from the shackles. She had spent so much time fighting and struggling that she thought most of the scrapes and bruises on her knees she had caused herself. Her legs were dirty and bloody. Her dress had become torn and tattered. She looked down at her dress and remembered how much she loved it when she first bought it. It was her favorite dress and she would've worn it everyday if she could have. Ironically now she was wearing it every day. She felt like she had been hit by a truck and figured she looked like it too.
She gave up for the moment and lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. What am I doing, she thought. Maybe she should just give in and give them what they wanted. What was her constant fighting going to really accomplish. Her eyes began to well up with tears. She closed her eyes and a lone tear ran out of the corner of her left eye and down her cheek into her tangled hair. She took a deep breath. Get a hold of yourself. You can do this, they will not break you, she thought. Jade noticed out of the corner of her eye someone had approached the door blocking the light that bled through the crack at the bottom of the door. She scooted against the wall and pretended to be asleep on her side. She pulled her arm up by her face and brushed her hair over her eyes to hide she was awake. The door creaked open.
Two men were on either side of another man who appeared unconscious. The two men dragged him into the room and over to the chair. The chair was bolted to the floor. One of the men was carrying some rope and once they positioned the unconscious man they began tying him to the chair.
"That should hold him for awhile" one of the men stated. They both laughed at one another and left the room locking the door behind them.
Jade waited a few minutes to make sure they weren't coming back. She remained on her side just staring at the man in the chair.
The man wore blue jeans with the knees worn out and a button down sleeveless shirt. He appeared to have a cut on his head that was slightly bleeding. He certainly looked like he had been worked over. I hope you at least landed a few good punches before they got the better of you she thought to herself.
She tried to stay awake in case he regained consciousness but her eyes became heavy like bricks. Just when she was about to drift off to sleep she heard him groan. She watched him as he woke up straining to focus his eyes.
She slowly sat up and began to scoot forward, dragging her heavy chains along the way.