Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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I try to do as he asks and get onto my knees before forcing myself to stand, but I fall again, hitting my head against

the wall.

Jasper rushes inside the bathroom. “I said help her wash, not kill her,” he says as he steps inside the shower. “What the f**k!? This is freezing.”

Tyson shrugs. “I thought cold water was good for people with a fever.”

Jasper mutters something under his breath as he takes me out of the shower and has me sit on the toilet. My shirt is soaked and cold, and it clings to me like a second skin, and I wrap my arms around myself.

“She is going to die sooner or later; I don’t see the point in dragging out the inevitable,” says Tyson.

Me either.

Jasper goes to check the temperature of the water. “You already know why.”

“If you think that by f**king her and posting videos of her and her nasty p**sy all over social media, we will finally be able to take down Senator Deymar, you are delusional. That man doesn’t give a f**k about her. He will even deny she is his daughter.”

Tyson is not wrong about my father, although he might get a heart attack if his career as a politician is ruined.

“You think that didn’t cross my mind? We will have Cirro look into the evidence once he is done with that job for the

Elders,” says Jasper.

What evidence?

Except for my birth certificate, there is little proof of me living with my parents while growing up. There had been a handful of times when I was allowed to be part of the family photos, and I am sure my mother had thrown them out already as she always hated the color of my hair. ‘Red is for whores,’ she used to say, although my hair is auburn, it was the same thing for her. Guess she was right in the end, I am a wh ore.

“Whatever. Like I said last night, I don’t want any part in this sh it,” Tyson says and leaves.

Jasper lets out a loud sigh before returning to me. “Do you need to use the toilet?”

I shake my head. He removes his clothes, then mine.

“Don’t mind Tyson. He always gets like this when he is editing one of his books,” he says as he takes me to the shower.

The water is warm enough to stop me from shaking.

Jasper is gentle as he cleans my hair.

he is pretending to be nice to me, but men don’t like it when women

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mind wander. I hate when I am forced to think or to feel, and I miss the

and looks at my wrist. “No matter how hard you try, you will

only wanted to find some

into that sh it, and as I

whisper. “I am not harming

healthy

in their absurd plan of taking down my father. It’s not like

look like a living corpse. I don’t want the Dukes to think we are

care about how I look? All they care about

right here, right now, he would see you only as a s*x s lave, and he would not ca re what happens to you, but once you are healthy and radiant, looking absolutely smitten with us, every single Duke in town will want to possess you completely

goods. A look at my scars and it is

into his eyes. “Do you know what kintsugi is?” I shake my head. “It’s an old Japanese

gold will

“When we film you being railed by us, making you scream our names, those watching the videos will know you are

your

noticing I am still confused, he adds, “You

takes me back to the

for getting it dirty,” I

then goes to the closet and takes a t-shirt from inside. “I flipped the mattress upside down,” he lets me

back feels like needles are stuck in my a ss, but I do as I am told. When he tries to restrain me again, I say, “Please, I will go absolutely in sane

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what I want. It never does. “I will return in a few minutes with your breakfast and

am not hungry,”

is non-negotiable,” Jasper says before leaving me

like I have been hit by a train. With a bit of luck, Jasper will forget about me. Besides, even if I want to eat, I don’t think

my throat feels so dry. Water would be nice but do

takes a few minutes before the cough

chest hurts even

feels more like I am on

I close my eyes.

door opens, and someone

to be

and eggs.” Jasper’s voice reaches my ears. Why does he keep telling

th Camila and her family. I miss her so much, each passing second is an agony without her. “Merry Christmas to you too,” I whisper, while I don’t feel ‘merry’ at all. In fact, I rarely feel anything anymore. It’s better this