Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Olivia

The night passes agonizingly slow, and I alternate from being cold to being hot and from conscious to unconscious, my body throbbing in pain. I vomited a few times, probably some acid, as I don’t remember when I ate or drank the last time. When more bile rises to my throat, I turn my head to the side, and more vomit gets into my hair and into the blanket, the smell making me even sicker.

I never thought I would miss Jason. Not him in particular, but my room from his apartment. I had a small stash of prescribed drugs and some alcohol, and I would get smashed at least once a week while I watched sappy movies.

I just need a bottle of booze and a joint, and I will relax enough to slip inside my mind and not feel anything anymore.

With that in mind, I pull on the restraints until my wrists and ankles are bleeding, but Jasper locked the cuffs tight, and it is impossible to escape them. What’s worse is that my bladder is killing me, but I don’t even dare think about peeing myself. Rueben would probably cut out my kidneys and shove them down my throat.

There was a time when Rueben didn’t absolutely hate me. A time when we could laugh together or talk about…the future. But I destroyed all of that in one moment. My heart aches, not for me, but for Camila and the life she never got

to experience because of me.

I hate my very existence, and I hope Rueben will finally find some peace once he kills me.

Close to morning, I start to feel so cold, my body shakes uncontrollably, and I can no longer control my bladder. My cheeks turn red with shame, and I consider calling out for help, but experience has taught me that no one comes to my rescue, no matter how hard I scream. So I lay there under a cold pool of my own urine and pray that Rueben leaves me here until I take my last breath, which doesn’t seem too far off, as my chest hurts so badly, each breath is agony.

The sunlight finally filters through the window, hitting me in the face. I cast a glance out the window, a wooden fence. in front of it and beyond it a pasture, and I think I see a beautiful black horse with white stars all over its back running before I fall into a dreamless sleep.

“Olivia,” someone says my name loudly as they shake my shoulder, trying to wake me up. Jasper?

I know I have to obey, but I am finally out of pain, and memories no longer torment me, and I want to keep sleeping.

burning up,”

Am I?

in hell, where I belong? But if so, why do I feel so cold?

her,” another says as the blanket is suddenly yanked away from me

that before, but it’s not a lie, not after all the things I was forced

E

Olivia

p iss

Oh. My. G od.

dart around the room, but everything is spinning, and my head feels like it’s about to explode, I

to the bed, probably looking with disgust

croak. “I tried to be good….” I did, I really did, but the room is

close my eyes, not wanting

dumb bi tch.”

a pain in the a ss,” Jasper says as he opens the handcuffs, then

stabs of pain all over

top, and I rest my cheek against his shoulder. “You

care of Juniper.” Who is Juniper? Another woman?

is pretty

me. Jasper wasn’t interested yesterday. Maybe he is interested in this Juniper person, and he won’t touch me? It is wishful thinking, but I hate sex and men touching me, but I am also a really awful person to be relieved Jasper is not f**king me when he could be harming Juniper. Why am I so awful? I hate myself so da mn

says, “Tyson, help