Chained (The Siren Series #2): The Siren Series, #2

By L.A.Griffiths

They have taken Ellie captive by a group of leeches on the orders of a mysterious player. She has lost it all, her family, her friends and her life. All taken by the monsters, but will Ellie fight for her life or submit to their will. While desperately waiting for her rescue that may never come, she finds slight comfort in a familiar blue-eyed man. There is no hope for Ellie unless Rhea tries to enlist the help of an old ally she turned her back on many years ago, but will this mysterious old friend want to help the desperate party?

Join Ellie on another adventure as she goes deeper into the supernatural underbelly filled with danger around every corner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.A.Griffiths
• Release date: Mar 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311357403

L.A.Griffiths

L.A.Griffiths lives in the UK where he has written his first ever book in the upcoming Siren Series. Broken is his first debut novel into the dark side of the supernatural where anything can happen. He has been writing at a very young age, turning anything into a story to keep him entertained. When not writing, his time is taken up by his chaotic dog called T.

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    Amazing I really enjoyed this book it was just so good, and I never wanted it to end. And that ending OMG I cannot wait for the next one

    Another great book I’m obsessed with them. The story is amazing, and I can’t wait for the next one in the series. Totally recommend to anyone who is a fan of the paranormal/supernatural genre.

    I just couldn’t put this book down and I read it in one night. I was that hooked on it and now I’m waiting for the third one

    Read first two books in one night and I loved them.

    "Is there another one? If so what’s the name?

Chained

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L.A.Griffiths

Copyright © 2015 by L.A.Griffiths

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Acknowledgements

Thank you for continuing with Ellie’s story and hopefully there will be many more to come. Thank you.

The Siren Series

Broken

Chained

Desire

Enemies

Fallen

Guilty (Coming Soon)

Chapter One

Pete arrived at the Laveau house, ready to see his daughter again after sorting out the morbid details for his sister’s funeral. He had decided that he would only have a few attendees since there was no family from his side and they didn’t have many friends. This was why he didn’t want Ellie to be with him. Pete didn’t want Ellie to worry like she did last time. Pete had tried to protect her in any way he could, but this was something he could not shield her from. Pete pulled up in the driveway and shut off the engine. He paused at the wheel, willing himself to move from the seat, but he just sat there and deeply sighed. 

     Come on, Pete. You need to do this. he said to himself.     

      Pete pushed open the door and locked the car with one push of his keys. He stood outside, looking up at his home, wishing for things to go back to how they were. His hand trembled on the door handle. Pete clenched his fist to get rid of the nerves and tried again. He had to be strong for Ellie and show that he could bear the weight of it all, to show her that there was nothing to worry about. He hadn’t been sleeping well at night, and it showed on his face. He was ready to paint the fake smile on again. He opened the front door to expect Ellie to run up to him and hug him tightly, as she used to do, but as the door slammed shut, there was nothing. 

     Ellie, I’m home! Pete called out. 

     He waited in the hall for an answer. Ellie? he called out again. 

    Something wasn’t right. Pete walked into the living room to see that the TV was still on. The television played an afternoon talk show that he had no interest in. He walked through the living room and into the kitchen. All that remained was an empty plate sitting in the sink. 

     Ellie, Ellie? His voice crept with panic. 

     He picked up his pace and headed up the stairs and into Ellie’s bedroom. Pete held onto the door handle as he felt his heart drop. Some of Ellie’s draws had been left open, and there were clothes scattered on the floor along with a few missing items from their rightful places. 

     Ellie!? Fear had gripped him, and it didn’t let go. 

     Pete quickly ran down the stairs. His mind raced with horrible thoughts that he didn’t want to entertain. There, sitting on the sofa, was Ellie’s phone. He snatched at it and searched through it, thinking it could answer all his nagging questions. Old text messages wished Ellie to get better, and a few asked what her plans were. Then the voice of reason appeared to give Pete some comfort. 

     God, I hope she’s in school, he prayed, but why take her clothes? Another voice popped into his head, making him feel worse. 

     Pete picked one of the girl’s numbers from the phone and rang it. He picked Lilly’s, and the phone rang. After four rings, a whisper answered the phone. 

     Ellie, is everything OK? Lilly whispered on the phone. 

     Just hearing Lilly think it was Ellie filled him with dread. 

     Uh, no, it’s her dad. Pete had to resist the urge to panic. Lilly, is Ellie there at school with you? He held his breath. 

     There was silence on the other end. 

     No, she’s not. His world collapsed. 

     He ended the call without saying his goodbyes, and the phone fell from his grief-stricken hand.

Chapter Two

    Voices filled my ears. Someone was talking over me. Their stale breath filtered into my nose, which nearly made me gag. There was more than one person, and they were all talking at once, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I think they were arguing amongst themselves.

     I couldn’t move. My limbs were lifeless, and I was at their mercy. I wanted to get up and run away, but my body felt heavy and light at the same time. My head pounded in sync with my heartbeat, and I felt like at any minute I would float away and be free from all this, away from whatever had me in its grasp.

     Stick her downstairs and monitor her! one voice ordered.

     Where? Where am I going? Panic flooded in, and I tried to stay calm. I was picked up and manhandled as they dragged me away. Then the smell hit me like a tonne of bricks. They reminded me of the deepest horrors, and I would rather try to keep them locked away. The leeches dragged me away while their talon nails dug into my arms. I wanted to scream, flail my arms around, but my entire body had become paralyzed; I was useless. My poor vision failed me as I tried to make out my surroundings. Dark, splattered stones passed me by as they carried me into whatever hell they had in store for me. A creaking noise echoed throughout, and they threw me up against something solid, and pain spiked up and down my back. I screamed out in joy. I could still feel pain. That was a good thing. I wasn’t dead, not yet. 

     Something cold made its way around my weak wrists, and again, I heard the creaking noise. Then there was silence—no voices, no hissing, nothing. I tried to get to my feet, but something pulled me back, slamming my body back into the wall. I then realized that they chained me up like a filthy animal. I try to scream, but every time I do, my throat seizes up. Again, I try to struggle against the clanging metal, but the chains that bind me are strong.

     Finally, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and they revealed a small, dark cell with no windows. The walls were gripped with mold, travelling along the black stone and up to the ceiling. It was disgusting, and I was living in it. At the front of the cell stood a large, rusted metal door with a tiny spy hatch attached. They just want to see me suffer.

     I slump to the floor in defeat. I wish Rhea were here. Then my mind exploded with memories as it all came flooding back to me. The house, the monsters, and what had happened to Rhea and Sophia. I hope they made it out OK. It was my fault; I wish I never had these stupid powers, and then everything would be OK. Monsters wouldn’t chase me or turn people into crazed animals. I was a danger to myself and others around me. Remembering what happened also brought back the pain. My body burned with the bite marks that the leeches left. I tried to ignore the pain as best as I could, but tears trickled down my cheeks and fell onto the black stone floor. Without thinking, I tried to wipe them away, but the chain would clang, and the cold metal bit into my wrist.

     More tears fell down my face, but I wanted to be strong. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crying on the floor. Then my heart pounded inside my chest as there was someone outside my cell door making muffled footsteps. With each step, they became louder and clearer. Then there was silence. I held my breath as I could hear the bolts of the old door move into place. My heart thumped rapidly inside my chest as the rusted door opened, filling the room with a familiar stench. I gagged on the dominant aroma as the creature stalked into my small cell. Seeing the leech again was still frightening, as it was the first time. He sniffed the air around him, and his inhuman face landed in my direction. He smiled a sharp grin.

     It slowly slunk towards me with its sick, twisted smile on its scabby black lips. I tried not to scream, as the disgusting monster was just inches away from my face. Then a thought came. It was a stupid one, but I had to try. I quickly got up on my feet, brought out my leg, and tried to kick the monster. The leech quickly caught my leg and dug its nails deep into my calf. My leg stung with pain as I tried to wrestle it out of its filthy grip. Finally, he released me, and I fell to the floor, trying to clutch at my wounded leg. The hideous monster just stared down at me, licking its lips.

     What do you want? I tried to ask.

     It didn’t answer, and I didn’t even know if they could talk. Then, while feeling sorry for myself, he pulled out a syringe filled with the same black substance I remembered at the manor. My eyes shot open as he played with the needle between his claws. I backed up from him, but it was no use; I had nowhere to go. He came closer to me, and I tried to scream, but he stuck the syringe into my neck, and the room spun and swayed before my eyes. That same feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and I tried to fight against the sedative, but it was no use, I was losing the battle. I sat there, slumped on the floor, as I watched the leech walk away.

     While I was in and out of consciousness, moaning groans and terrifying screams pierced my ears. More shrill cries carried throughout the cells, and I just wanted to curl up in a corner and close my eyes tight. I just wanted to shut it all out for good.

     I woke up with my face on the floor. My entire body felt weak, and there was a tingling sensation running through my battered body. I tried to lift my head up, but I felt like they filled it with bricks. I lay on the floor, staring at the door, hoping for it all to stop.

     Hours or even days passed with no one disturbing my dead sleep. I could still feel the black fluid flowing throughout my body. It made every nerve inside feel fluffy and numb at the same time. Deep down, I never wanted the feeling to stop, and that scared me more than anything. It prevented me from thinking straight, and that’s what they wanted from me. Numb and lifeless. 

     Awakening from my sleep. More footsteps pounded the cold ground. The chains rattled as I tried to stand, but my balance failed me, and I fell back down onto my knees. The effects of the drug were still in my system. They pulled the door open, and stale air filled up my still breathing lungs.

     Please, no more injections. my weak mind thought.

     In walked a human man who looked oddly familiar. He came closer, and he smelled fresh, something I hadn’t smelled in a while. This was no leech. The mysterious stranger came closer to my cell, carrying something with both hands.

     Are you hungry?" the voice asked. The oddly familiar man brought a metal tray with what looked like sludge along with half a cup of water.

     His voice—I've heard it before. I couldn’t be sure since my mind was in fragments, but inside I knew that voice. Then he came closer, and I saw his dark blue sea eyes penetrating through the darkness. I stared at them, and I could feel drawn in by them. I pulled away as everything came into place. I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry.

     My mind burst with questions, and I needed answers, but as soon as I could form a sentence inside my mind, it would float away from my grasp.

     Dr. Moss placed the plastic cup on my eager lips, and I drank from it. The water was warm and stale, but I welcomed anything at that moment. Then he quickly snatched it away before I could quench my thirst.

     No, all at once, he said.

     Are you going to free me? My throat burned while I tried to talk.

     Dr. Moss didn’t answer.

     Please. I begged.

     Ellie, I’m not here to help you. He placed the cup back in my mouth. I’m with them now.

     As he spoke the words, my heart dropped. There was no rescue for me.

     I finished what was inside the cup while staring into those deep eyes of his.  

     Why! I wanted it to come out as a scream, but a mere whisper escaped.

     It’s complicated. I don’t want to be here. He said, But I can’t free you; I’m sorry.

     My neck. I turned my heavy head and showed him the many track marks from the needle.

     He looked disgusted at it but did not offer any words.

     What do they want from me? I asked.

     Dr. Moss didn’t answer; he