Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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“Please,” I beg him as the drugs keep me numb.

Jason slaps me. “Are you too dumb to understand the meaning of ‘no?‘”

“I am sorry.” If I keep insisting he will beat me, and he knows where to hit to inflict the most pain without leaving a mark on me.

He lets go of my hair. “Get your coat and let’s go. Malaky doesn’t like to wait,”

I do as he says and grab my coat from my closet and we leave the apartment. His car is parked in the garage, the elevator takes us there. On the ride to Malaky’s home, I keep quiet and distract myself by looking out the window at the people on the busy streets of the city.

Everything is decorated for Christmas. I don’t even know how many days are left until then, as my days always blend in together. Fucking men and drugs are my routine, by the time I am done sucking everyone Jason tells me to, I am too high to care what day it is. It would not matter anyway, because from Monday to Sunday, rain or sun, cold or heat, sick or not, I have to pay for my crimes.

One day, when Jason decides I am done paying for my crimes I will be reunited with the boy who, with only one look, not only stole my heart but also shattered it forever.

It is still snowing when we arrive at Malaky’s house. Jason parks in front of it and I get out. The coat I am wearing gifted to me when I was in high school and does little to protect me from the brutal December cold. It is better this way, as the cold keeps me distracted.

We walk up to the house, music drifting from inside, and Jason knocks loudly on the door. Moments later someone opens and we enter. From the loud music, and some couples making out in the hallway, I assume it is a party–and I am to be the main attraction. It usually goes like this.

Jason takes me to the living room. At least ten men’are there drinking and talking. One gets up from the couch and greets us. My gaze is frozen on my red high heels while Jason and the man speak.

“This is her,” Jason says.

The man–who I assume is Malaky–has me remove my coat. “She is not high, is she?”

I put the coat on the back of a chair.

“No,” Jason replies as Malaky grabs my tits and squeezes them hard.

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need some drugs. Why does Jason hate me so much he refuses to give me my much needed daily dose? I don’t know how I will survive without it

as men prefer quick access to me. “I like your tits, they are big and firm. It will be a pleasure to play with them tonight.” He keeps fondling me to the point of pain, but I say nothing. No one cares anyway. His hand goes between my legs, his fingers brutally entering me. “I little dry,” he complains, but there is nothing I can do about

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care about their pleasure,

complains about her pussy, saying even the Sahara Desert is wetter than her,” Jason mocks

grin spreads across Malaky’s face. “If I use lube then I won’t see her

because

to her, I only ask that you won’t do any permanent damage. She is my

Then to me, he says, “Remove your

morning.” Jason tells me before

put it in on the same chair I put my coat on. “Can I have something to drink?” I ask, hoping I can at least get

by sucking cock if you are thirsty, as there is plenty of cum to swallow,” Malaky says and sits

couch.

do everything he tells me, he will reward me and let

man with salt and pepper hair and start giving him a blowjob. When I am done with him I move to the other man, and the next one, and the next one,

is forced down my

ass is bleeding, but my pussy and the many cuts they made on my body as well. My voice is

it will finally happ02:2 tried taking my life several times, but Jason always caught me in time and then beat me so badly, I could barely move for days. Once, he broke my right arm. That was the last time

thought I said no permanent damage,” Jason says after he

or dies? There are plenty of

says.

suffering. Even if he were to get another woman to be his slave, it wouldn’t be the same,

now she has

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slut and

for a few days. There is a hunt on Christmas Eve. I think she

says.

A hunt?