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

I always do

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

how you know if I am healthy

a thing, and I doubt I can even utter a word even if I want

open, and strong hands spread my labia wide

are. She has taken so much cock, I would be surprised if she doesn’t have at least a dozen STDs. I say we kill

“I have condoms.”

needle marks and wounds I

off.”

The men laugh.

get rid of her fast, and

smile form a smile that will

peace.

+10%

Bonus

01:15

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

state of her cunt?”

the contrary, she might even

need some

“And shave it.”

keep my pubic hair trimmed and

128. Olivia

sounds far off, as the lack of air makes me drift away

mask the man who is strangling me wears on his face. It’s a strange mask, like those used in theater, one half of it representing sadness and the other happiness. His

his hands around my neck. One of them is holding a flashlight, which allows me

“Pitty she let drugs ruin her. She

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

I

one on top of me away while shouting. “What the fuck are you

“Killing her!”

mind being killed, but does he really have to be so

beat the living shit out of her. If you don’t like her, fine, we can find another, but leave the killing to the others. You are too close to losing

kill her, my purpose

to keep as quiet as I can

way,” one