Chains

Chains

Som3hatsandredink

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Parts 3

MatureOngoing8m

Last published Fri, Mar 28, 2025

boyxboy darkromance lgbt mature

chains-ones that hold the unfortunate, the broken-the owned and the trafficked... One man, apathetic and detached from the law holds over a dozen who he calls his property-his to harm, to break, to beat, to rape, bound in chains to hold them down... This man goes by the name of Samule. At the age of thirty-seven, He's owned, abused and killed over fifty unfortunate people... Most recently, he's taken one young man named Emberly from in front of what used to be a shelter shortly after he'd witnessed it be attacked by armed gunmen and go up in crimson blazing flames, leaving nothing but ashes where his mother and sister once took sanction the boy looked innocent and venerable without protection from the inky black night. as such; he would be a perfect new toy for Samule... Now, the thirty-fourth current owned victim of Samule's abuse, Emberly enters a world of sadness, desperation, and darkness.. without any hope of being rescued from the hell that holds them, the others simply obey, crying silently in the dark... WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF CHAINS! [Notice; Chains takes place in a semi-realistic FICTIONAL world, in a town resembling a post-apocalyptic LA, known as Redsea trading port. in a world situation where laws and governing power are being rebuilt but hardly valued in scumbag towns like Redsea. seeing to this, most illegal things go unnoticed or passed by without second thought] Enjoy! -Auden

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