Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

123 – Bought

Olivia

You told me it’s all my fault.

Evil is sounding from my old sound system, the lyrics that I know so well prevent me from remembering the past–at least during the day, as memories, like phantoms, creep into dreams through the night. I sleep only if I am so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open. Sometimes, the pain cripples me and I can barely get out of bed and the only things that help me go through daily motions are music, and drugs.

Today was one of those days when I wanted to stay in bed and watch the snow fall from the sky. Winter has always been my favorite season, it reminds me of other times, happier times, and of a pair of kind, turquoise eyes.

I even tried to tell Jason that I wasn’t feeling well, hoping he would leave me alone, at least today, but a fist in my stomach was a reminder that it is best to keep my mouth closed and do as my brother tells me.

After he left my room, I sat at my vanity desk, staring at my reflection for a few moments, remembering how much I

hate myself.

My hand trembles and I take a steady breath before I apply the red lipstick. Ever since that awful night–when I killed my best friend–I hate the color red, as the sight of it makes me remember, but Jason forces me to use it every day, claiming it is the color of whores–as he kindly reminds me that I am every single day–without a care for the anxiety

it produces me.

Jason, five minutes older than me, has always treated me like garbage. I don’t remember a day when he showed me affection. Nor our parents. Jason has always been the golden child, while I am the black sheep. My father wanted an only child–a son–and me being a woman made him resent me even more. He is the epitome of the misogynistic male, his photo should be put in the dictionary next to the definition of the word. The only reason my mother is with my father is because she is just as cold–hearted as he is. Luckily, I don’t have to see them as Jason has me living in his apartment. Not that he is better than them, but at least he gives me drugs and alcohol.

I don’t know what deal he made with Carlos, but I am happy I am not at the Celestial Heaven anymore and having to fuck men for hours daily. Not all of them were Dukes, as Carlos allowed normal men to use the porai in the Celestial Heaven in exchange for their loyalty. At least with Jason I only have to take care of his friends. They don’t hurt me–Bont that badly.

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the mirror and try to conceal the dark circles under my eyes and add some color to my cheeks, but no matter how hard I try, anything I do isn’t good enough for Jason. He always dislikes what clothes I wear at his ‘parties‘ or the eyeshadow I use or how I walk or

in my room for two days, not

starts for the fourth time and I rush to finish getting ready. Jason usually comes after me after the song been played five or six times. If I dare to make him wait, he will have his

has

day Jason got me from the Celestial Heaven was when

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came to Jason’s apartment and for several hours he tortured me for information, but I knew nothing. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have told Carlos where Angelica was. Not because we are friends, but she was one of the few people to comfort me after Camila…after I…screwed up big time. She held my hand when I needed it most. Wherever Angelica is, I hope she

left, I was covered in blood and bruises from head to toe. Even now, months later,

Jason enters my room, I am prepared for whatever he has in store

the short dress I put on. My gaze is on the floor, as he doesn’t like it when I look him in the eyes. Not his or those of any other men. My only

made by the needles I use to inject the drug into my system. “I would let you have your dose now but I am afraid

the women are alert.”

Malaky.

I know that name.

Malaky Jensen.

the great Senator Deymar, Malaky’s dad is also a senator, but in another state. From what I heard, while I was on my knees, sucking cocks, Malaky just moved to Veross City. If what Jason’s friends said is true,

wanting to service Malaky, I say, “I thought I only had to

something triggers him as he grabs my braid and forces. me to look at him. I am lucky he doesn’t slap me across my eyes, as he usually does when I

more, I say, “To do

questioning

my mouth? Jason is right–I

voice is barely a whisper.

me to send you