chains | ashton irwin

prologue

Warning: Some parts of this story may be slightly graphic and/or violent. I would like to remind you that this is all fiction and I do not believe the characters involved could even hurt a fly. But other than that please enjoy.
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I feel my now bare back come in contact with the wet, cold floor underneath me. I let out a loud sob as the man I once thought I loved stood above me, a scowl plastered onto his bloody face.

"You've always been a feisty one, Sky." He lowly chuckles, reaching down and grasping my arms into his large hands.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." I growl, doing everything I possibly could to squirm out of his grasp.

"Why not, Sky? Only drummer boy can call you that, hmm?" He antagonized, before forcing my body into a chair that I hadn't taken notice to before now.

I stay silent as he tied my wrists together, "You're dumb if you think he loves you. No one is capable of loving you, Skylar." Before I knew what I was doing, my leg was flying up in between his legs, his body slumping over in front of me. I took this moment to throw myself out of the chair, landing on the ground with a thud.

Since my limbs were tied up I did the most reasonable thing and began rolling towards the open door. But before I could even come close I hear a loud bang, causing my whole body to freeze.

And that's when everything went black.