Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)

Olivia

Hands, strong hands pin me down, my clothes being ripped, and then…pain…so much pain, and I feel like I am ripped in two. I try to speak, but it feels like I have ashes in my mouth, and the blinding pain makes it impossible to think.

My eyes open, and I am faced with that turquoise gaze that once made me feel safe, except he is not the same as seven years ago, as he looks at me with loathing, the promise of torture and slow death shining in his eyes. Some forgotten survival instinct ignites inside me, and I try to escape him. I scream and thrash as my fingernails claw at his face, three long parallel scratches appearing on his cheek.

Something vicious flashes in his eyes, and he hits me with the back of his hand, my right ear ringing and my head turning to the left, my eyes landing on the Lord who stopped Rueben from killing me, and I realize my mistake-the pain I felt moments ago was coming from my ribs and other parts of my body and not from someone who was trying

to rape me.

My gaze returns to the one who slapped me.

What is worse is that I was trying to defend myself from Rueben.

How many times did I get beaten into submission because I refused to do as told or I tried to prevent someone from hurting me? No matter how many times Jason used his fists on me or had his friends f**k me until my pus sy and a ss felt like they were on fire from use, I don’t seem capable of learning my lesson.

Knowing what is to come, my body and mind prepare for a beating, only this time, it won’t be Jason who will punish

me, but Rueben and the African-American Lord. No doubt it will be much worse. Much, much worse.

Rueben’s angry tone as he curses me makes me freeze, and when he flips me on my stomach, despite the pain radiating from my ribs, I don’t dare move, especially when Rueben’s blood-brother puts his heavy hand on my back and pushes me down into the mattress, putting more pressure on my chest and breathing becomes hard.

“What are you going to do?” Rueben is asked by his blood-brother.

“Teach her a lesson.”

for a rain of fists to fall on me when I hear the swish of a belt in the

love for the

ever scratch me again, or else I will yank out your fingernails and have you eat them,” Rueben snarls as he hits me again

bad it feels like my flesh is being ripped from my bones. Tears stream down my face,

Jason asked me something, the beating became worse. The belt lands on my a ss, and a

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to speak, I am not sure I can. My fingers curl around the sheets, gripping them hard as I wait for Rueben to hit me again. The hand pining me into the mattress disappears, and

whimper a ‘kill me,’ but all I manage is to

hard it is not to snap her neck in two and throw her in the landfill with the

like her,” Rueben sneers.

will be best if I take care of

saying, “I will go check on Diva. Make sure to tie the bit ch

anytime soon. Look at

is to prevent her from doing something st*pid,” Rueben

wrong. Given the occasion, I would try to do something

he wants something from me. Sucking his co ck or him f**king me will be even more painful than ever, especially given how sore I am or how my ribs hurt, or the constant throbbing of my thighs and as s,

than a day ago, and I desperately need some heroin, especially now when my body. craves it, and the anxiety of not knowing what will

I try to ask him to give me something, but my throat is so dry that no

but my body refuses

the bathroom attached to the room. I rest my