Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

128. Olivia

Didn’t Malaky say something about a hunt? I initially thought he was referring to a normal hunt, but what if, instead of animals, he is planning to track and kill Melany, me, and the rest of the women here?

My heart starts to beat fast. Could it be so easy? If so, I won’t even put up a fight. I will wait for my end right here. Despite the lack of drugs and the situation I am in, a feeling I have long forgotten creeps up on me–peace. Who knew death could feel so peaceful?

For several minutes, I listen to men talk about business, cars, and other topics before they finally fall silent when Malaky says, “Listen here bitches.” I assume “bitches‘ is us women. “You have all been invited to a special hunt. For the next few hours, you will run through the forest. When you are caught, the men can do what they want to you, from fucking to killing. In fact, many of you will find your end here. That being said, Happy Hunting, everyone.”

Someone fires a gun, and the women start screaming as they run. Fools. With their hands cuffed behind their back and the blindfold preventing them from seeing anything, they will be caught in no time, but I guess hope is a motherfucker as it gives people the false impression that they will make it. I know better. There is no hope for those like me, nor do I need it.

The women head to the forest, or at least that is what I think, while I don’t move an inch. The men remain behind and laugh or make scary sounds, inciting more fear.

Someone grabs my upper arm.

Finally, my end has come.

I get ready to take my last breath when Malaky says into my ear, “Run, you stupid bitch, or I will fucking skin and then sell you to Azael.”

you

alive

I might not be scared of being skinned alive, but I have heard of Azael and what he does to women. Not wanting to end up in his hands, I force myself to move, but it is a little hard when my entire body is numb from the cold. I think I will enter hypothermia soon. Maybe I can find a spot in the forest and wait there until I freeze to death.

With a new determination in my head, I start to run, wanting to be alone with my thoughts and to know what it feels like to be free.

Bon

01:2

The snow is cold and harsh beneath my feet, and from time to time, I step over frozen branches, some of them cutting me, splinters entering my flesh, or I even hit myself against a tree. When I trip, I get up, and when I hear women screaming and shots echoing through the night, 1 force myself to move even faster. It doesn’t take long to get so tired that my legs are aching from the effort, I switch from running to walking, but when I hear noises coming from behind me, I push myself to sprint, wanting to find my end on my terms, while I think of that boy who stole my entire heart and soul from the moment I saw him.

I am breathing hard when I trip over á log and fall face down in the snow, cutting my forehead on a rock, making me dizzy.

Growls of wild beasts come from all over the place, and I freeze. Being eaten alive is not how I envisioned my last moments on Earth, but there is nothing I can do about it. The growls get close, and it takes me only a few seconds to realize the sounds are made by humans, not animals.

128. Olivia

“Look what we have here,” a man says.

“A little rabbit,” another says while I am forced on my back.

A pair of hands grab my tits and squeeze them hard. “At least she has boobs, not like all those skinny whores with flat

chests.”

“What about her pussy?”

is yanked

as I always do

her cunt, I want to see if she has any diseases before I stick my cock

you know if I am healthy or not, but my entire body is

I can even utter a

open, and strong hands

and ass are. She has taken so much cock, I would be surprised if she

“I have condoms.”

even feel good. And from the needle marks and wounds I saw on her arms before, I bet she is some druggy with rotten teeth. Imagine her sucking your dick. It will

off.”

The men laugh.

rid of her fast, and let’s find

starts to pound in my chest as fingers lock around my neck, blocking my windpipe. A smile form a smile that will be frozen on

peace.

+10%

Bonus

01:15

one of the men says. “Maybe she is cute enough to have her clean the

the state of her cunt?”

cunt to clean. On the contrary, she might even learn to

men need some

“And shave it.”

a bush down there, I keep my pubic hair

128. Olivia

the lack of air makes me drift away from this

face. It’s a strange mask, like those used in theater, one half of it representing sadness and the other happiness. His gaze falls on my face, and his back

me, wearing similar masks as the one who has his hands around my neck.

whistles. “Pitty she let drugs ruin her. She is cute enough

lungs. I want to cry out in protest, but the air is knocked out of me when he punches me in the stomach hard. The pain is blinding, and he hits me again and again, a few blows landing on my ribs as well, the sounds of bone cracking reaching my ears, followed by a

get angry, I bite

men pulls the one on top of me away while shouting. “What

“Killing her!”

mind being killed, but does he

out of her. If you don’t like her, fine, we can find another,

purpose on

men look at me while I try to keep as quiet as I

one