Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos novel Chapter 123

123 – Bought 

Olivia 

You told me it’s all my fault. 

Evil is sounding from my old sound system, the lyrics that I know so well prevent me from remembering the past–at least during the day, as memories, like phantoms, creep into dreams through the night. I sleep only if I am so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open. Sometimes, the pain cripples me and I can barely get out of bed and the only things that help me go through daily motions are music, and drugs. 

Today was one of those days when I wanted to stay in bed and watch the snow fall from the sky. Winter has always been my favorite season, it reminds me of other times, happier times, and of a pair of kind, turquoise eyes. 

I even tried to tell Jason that I wasn’t feeling well, hoping he would leave me alone, at least today, but a fist in my stomach was a reminder that it is best to keep my mouth closed and do as my brother tells me. 

After he left my room, I sat at my vanity desk, staring at my reflection for a few moments, remembering how much I 

hate myself. 

My hand trembles and I take a steady breath before I apply the red lipstick. Ever since that awful night–when I killed my best friend–I hate the color red, as the sight of it makes me remember, but Jason forces me to use it every day, claiming it is the color of whores–as he kindly reminds me that I am every single day–without a care for the anxiety 

it produces me. 

Jason, five minutes older than me, has always treated me like garbage. I don’t remember a day when he showed me affection. Nor our parents. Jason has always been the golden child, while I am the black sheep. My father wanted an only child–a son–and me being a woman made him resent me even more. He is the epitome of the misogynistic male, his photo should be put in the dictionary next to the definition of the word. The only reason my mother is with my father is because she is just as cold–hearted as he is. Luckily, I don’t have to see them as Jason has me living in his apartment. Not that he is better than them, but at least he gives me drugs and alcohol. 

I don’t know what deal he made with Carlos, but I am happy I am not at the Celestial Heaven anymore and having to fuck men for hours daily. Not all of them were Dukes, as Carlos allowed normal men to use the porai in the Celestial Heaven in exchange for their loyalty. At least with Jason I only have to take care of his friends. They don’t hurt me–Bont that badly. 

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I look at my reflection in the mirror and try to conceal the dark circles under my eyes and add some color to my cheeks, but no matter how hard I try, anything I do isn’t good enough for Jason. He always dislikes what clothes I wear at his ‘parties‘ or the eyeshadow I use or how I walk or something I say and refuses to give me drugs until I beg him in front of everyone, making me do…things before I am even high. 

The last time I upset him, he kept me focked in my room for two days, not caring that I was suffering from withdrawal and vomiting even the water I drank./ 

The song starts for the fourth time and I rush to finish getting ready. Jason usually comes after me after the song been played five or six times. If I dare to make him wait, he will have his friends hurt me more than usual. 

has 

The day Jason got me from the Celestial Heaven was when Angelica escaped Carlos‘ clutches. Carlos thought I knew 

123 – Bought 

something since she ran away minutes after Jason and 1 left. He came to Jason’s apartment and for several hours he tortured me for information, but I knew nothing. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have told Carlos where Angelica was. Not because we are friends, but she was one of the few people to comfort me after Camila…after I…screwed up big time. She held my hand when I needed it most. Wherever Angelica is, I hope she is safe. 

When Carlos finally gave up and left, I was covered in blood and bruises from head to toe. Even now, months later, I still have bruises on my body, some were made by Jason, others by his friends, but the rest are from Carlos. 

When Jason enters my room, I am prepared for whatever he has in store for me. 

Jason studies the short dress I put on. My gaze is on the floor, as he doesn’t like it when I look him in the eyes. Not his or those of any other men. My only purpose is to please men not talk to them or gain their pity. 

“Not bad. Maybe you are not as stupid as you look.” He grabs my left arm and looks at the marks made by the needles I use to inject the drug into my system. “I would let you have your dose now but I am afraid Malaky prefers it when 

the women are alert.” 

Malaky. 

I know that name. 

Malaky Jensen. 

Just like my father, the great Senator Deymar, Malaky’s dad is also a senator, but in another state. From what I heard, while I was on my knees, sucking cocks, Malaky just moved to Veross City. If what Jason’s friends said is true, then Malaky is just as cruel as Carlos. 

Not wanting to service Malaky, I say, “I thought I only had to take care of your friends.” 

I keep my tone low and calm, not wanting to anger Jason, but something triggers him as he grabs my braid and forces. me to look at him. I am lucky he doesn’t slap me across my eyes, as he usually does when I look at his face. “What is your only purpose in life?” he sneers. 

Averting his gaze, not wanting to anger him even more, I say, “To do as you tell me.” 

“So why are you questioning me?” he demands to know. 

Why did I have to open my mouth? Jason is right–I am stupid. 

“I am sorry,” my voice is barely a whisper. 

“Do you want me to send you to jail for killing Camile?” 

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02:46 

Despite knowing better, my gaze rushes to his face. His brown eyes–just a few shades darker than my whiskey ones- are full of anger. “No,” I let him know.