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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refuses to give me my much needed daily dose? I don’t know how I will survive

or panties 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

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me. They only care about their pleasure,

complains about her pussy, saying even the Sahara Desert is wetter than her,” Jason mocks me. “You can always use some

use lube

wince internally because anal

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

try.” Then to me, he says, “Remove

in the morning.” Jason tells

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

sucking cock if you are thirsty, as there is plenty

couch.

I do everything he tells me, he

the next one, and the next one, until I sucked everyone in the room. My jaw aches. This is exactly why I need drugs, so I can numb not only my soul but

and they do whatever they want to me. They make cuts on my arms and legs or burn my skin with their cigars. Alcohol is forced down my throat, together with piss and cum until I end up vomiting. Even the few women present take

and the many cuts they made on my body as well. My voice is

am trembling so badly and feel like I will die. Maybe 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

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

or dies? There are plenty of

says.

were to get another woman

brought shame to the family and now she has to pay,” Jason says. Kicking me, he snarls,

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slut and let’s

would like to keep her for a few days. There is a hunt on Christmas Eve.

says.

A hunt?