In the middle of nowhere, deep inside the woods, Princess and Beam were tied up, kneeling on the ground. Heavy silver chains were wrapped tightly around them, the metal sizzling as it made contact with their skin. It smelled like burning flesh, but neither of them could break free from the binds.
Princess gritted her teeth, pulling against the links with everything she had left. She didn't care about the smoke rising from her wrists or the way the silver seemed to bite deeper the more she struggled. No matter how bright her eyes glowed or how much her muscles strained, the chains wouldn't budge. It was like trying to break a mountain with her bare hands.
Beam, on the other hand, was trying to do the same, but she didn't have the same fire. Her movements were sluggish and she was already weakening, her head hanging low as the silver drained the life out of her.
