Trapped in Iron Shackles

Jasmine was kidnapped.

She doesn't know where she is, how she got there, and who brought her there. She didn't even know where 'here' was. One thing she did know though, she'd been kidnapped beyond measure. How did she know? Well, the wrought iron shackles that had found purchase on her raw wrists was proof enough. The dark, damp, and overall pungent smelling concrete box of a room she was locked in was all the background check she needed. No, what she needed was to be as far away from this disgusting place as possible.

As she sits there, staring at the old metal door in the opposite corner of the bed, that same door whirls open. A tall, dark figure stands in the doorway. Unable to make out his features, she writhed to no avail. As he slowly came towards her she gasped, fully realising that she was trapped in iron shackles.

Rated |MA| for: *Swearing *Violence *Crazy Shit

Thanks to my bestie, Etta2901 for writing this ^. I'm a sucky writer when it comes to this stuff! Thanks, Ella! You deserve these many kisses: