Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Chapter 72

72. Reyes
Alec’s death anniversary is the only time of the year 1 visit his grave, Not because I don’t lone Aler with all my heart but because remembering kills me and f ucks up my mind on a daily basis. If not for my mistake, Alec would still be alive. Sure, Allee wereld be then the
and love her, but he is worthy of Angel, especially after everything he did to protect me.
I run my right palm against the cold surface of the headstone while promising to kill Arael for what he did to Alera promise that
**Flashback
Rejus, 9 years o
old.**
Two years have passed since Azael took Alec and me to a strange building. Alec refers to it as a torture prison, while Azuel Alec; it is a prison. Azael takes blood samples from us at least once a week, and on our way to the examination room, an unsult men full of scars and bruises. Whenever I ask Axael about them, I receive the same answer, “They are being punished for texting the
I know all about the rules and what would happen if any of them were broken
The first night in the strange building, Alec and I were told the rules of that place and the series of healing them. They are fairly single to blow, we the one to keep our rooms clean at all times. Aler and leamed fast to keep mir room sporless. Especially after many harsh punishment.
Tonight, I was taken to one of the examination rooms. When Acarl came after me, I did not question why I was taken in the middle of the night, although Kler did ask. No reply was given.

And now I am strapped to a strange table, my butt exposed and facing Axel A Enger touches me where it should not.
“You have disobeyed me again,” Azael clips as he pushes a finger inside my butt
Azael hate it when someone cries, but I can barely contain my tears of humiliation and am sorry,” I whimper, hoping Azael will stop whatever he is doing to my beat and punish
usual way for hering my tem messy
Azael does something with his get, caning me stabs of pain. Thite the understand?” he seers,
Yes.
“Good boy. Since the other method taught yes nothing, tonight, I will use another type of punishment. I usually on you as it is on them.” Azael seems less angry.
A punishment for women? It doesn’t sound that bad.
z from a nearby
Azael removes the finger from my butt, and for a moment, I think I will be spa nked with a belt. But then Azael picks up something to me. “Do you know what this is?”
“No,” I reply as I look at a yellow root in the form of a thick thumb,
“Ginger.
Skinned ginger, to be more exact. And do you know what I will do with it?”
After living in the torture prison for so long and seeing many things, nothing surprises me, and everything can be used as a weapon don’t. I have learned my lesson. I will always keep my room clean and tidy.”
“After tonight, you will,” Azael says as he pushes the ginger inside my butt.
A moment later, my butt is on fine. My internal muscles clench around it, producing more pain. Tears fill my eyes. “It hurts. Please take it out
Arael pels
my hair. “I will. In the morning
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