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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tremble at how badly I need some drugs. Why does Jason hate me so much he refuses to give me my much needed daily dose? I don’t

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

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me. They only care about

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

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

because anal hurts so

won’t do any

Then to me, he

in the morning.” Jason tells

same chair I put my coat on. “Can I have

thirsty, as there is plenty

couch.

do everything he tells me, he will reward me

When I am done with him I move to the other man, and the next one, and the next

are tied behind my back 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

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

it will finally happ02:2 tried taking my life several times, but Jason always caught me in time and then beat me

said no permanent damage,” Jason says after he takes a look at me. “At least you didn’t kill

if she lives or dies? There are plenty

says.

Malaky doesn’t know Jason. He thrives on my pain and suffering. Even if he were to get another woman to be his slave, it wouldn’t be the same, as he loves nothing more than to kill me

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

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slut and

a hunt on Christmas Eve. I think she will

says.

A hunt?