Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos novel Chapter 124

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124. Olivia 

“Please,” I beg him as the drugs keep me numb. 

Jason slaps me. “Are you too dumb to understand the meaning of ‘no?‘” 

“I am sorry.” If I keep insisting he will beat me, and he knows where to hit to inflict the most pain without leaving a mark on me. 

He lets go of my hair. “Get your coat and let’s go. Malaky doesn’t like to wait,” 

I do as he says and grab my coat from my closet and we leave the apartment. His car is parked in the garage, the elevator takes us there. On the ride to Malaky’s home, I keep quiet and distract myself by looking out the window at the people on the busy streets of the city. 

Everything is decorated for Christmas. I don’t even know how many days are left until then, as my days always blend in together. Fucking men and drugs are my routine, by the time I am done sucking everyone Jason tells me to, I am too high to care what day it is. It would not matter anyway, because from Monday to Sunday, rain or sun, cold or heat, sick or not, I have to pay for my crimes. 

One day, when Jason decides I am done paying for my crimes I will be reunited with the boy who, with only one look, not only stole my heart but also shattered it forever. 

It is still snowing when we arrive at Malaky’s house. Jason parks in front of it and I get out. The coat I am wearing gifted to me when I was in high school and does little to protect me from the brutal December cold. It is better this way, as the cold keeps me distracted. 

We walk up to the house, music drifting from inside, and Jason knocks loudly on the door. Moments later someone opens and we enter. From the loud music, and some couples making out in the hallway, I assume it is a party–and I am to be the main attraction. It usually goes like this. 

Jason takes me to the living room. At least ten men’are there drinking and talking. One gets up from the couch and greets us. My gaze is frozen on my red high heels while Jason and the man speak. 

“This is her,” Jason says. 

The man–who I assume is Malaky–has me remove my coat. “She is not high, is she?” 

I put the coat on the back of a chair. 

“No,” Jason replies as Malaky grabs my tits and squeezes them hard. 

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My hands tremble at how badly I need some drugs. Why does Jason hate me so much he refuses to give me my much needed daily dose? I don’t know how I will survive without it tonight. 

“Good,” Malaky says as he pinches my nipples. I rarely wear a bra or panties as men prefer quick access to me. “I like your tits, they are big and firm. It will be a pleasure to play with them tonight.” He keeps fondling me to the point of pain, but I say nothing. No one cares anyway. His hand goes between my legs, his fingers brutally entering me. “I little dry,” he complains, but there is nothing I can do about it as I never get wet, nor do men care about that when they 

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fuck me. They only care about their pleasure, not my pain. 

“Everyone complains about her pussy, saying even the Sahara Desert is wetter than her,” Jason mocks me. “You can always use some lube.” 

A grin spreads across Malaky’s face. “If I use lube then I won’t see her ass bleed.” 

I wince internally because anal hurts so badly. 

“You can do anything you want to her, I only ask that you won’t do any permanent damage. She is my main source of income,” Jason lets Malaky know, 

Malaky laughs. “I will try.” Then to me, he says, “Remove your clothes.” 

“I will return in the morning.” Jason tells me before leaving. 

I take off my dress, fold it, and put it in on the same chair I put my coat on. “Can I have something to drink?” I ask, hoping I can at least get drunk. 

“You can start by sucking cock if you are thirsty, as there is plenty of cum to swallow,” Malaky says and sits on the 

couch. 

Maybe if I do everything he tells me, he will reward me and let me drink. 

I get on my knees and approach a man with salt and pepper hair and start giving him a blowjob. When I am done with him I move to the other man, and the next one, and the next one, until I sucked everyone in the room. My jaw aches. This is exactly why I need drugs, so I can numb not only my soul but my body as well. 

After that, the ‘real‘ fun starts as my hands are tied behind my back and they do whatever they want to me. They make cuts on my arms and legs or burn my skin with their cigars. Alcohol is forced down my throat, together with piss and cum until I end up vomiting. Even the few women present take great pleasure in hurting me or having me eat them out while men hit me or use my ass or pussy. 

By the end of the night, not only my ass is bleeding, but my pussy and the many cuts they made on my body as well. My voice is hoarse from how much I screamed. 

Bon When Jason finally comes looking for me, I am trembling so badly and feel like I will die. Maybe it will finally happ02:2 tried taking my life several times, but Jason always caught me in time and then beat me so badly, I could barely move for days. Once, he broke my right arm. That was the last time I tried anything, as I am too scared of what my brother would do to me next. 

“I thought I said no permanent damage,” Jason says after he takes a look at me. “At least you didn’t kill her.” 

“Why do you care if she lives or dies? There are plenty of women out there you can turn into your slaves,” Malaky 

says. 

It is obvious Malaky doesn’t know Jason. He thrives on my pain and suffering. Even if he were to get another woman to be his slave, it wouldn’t be the same, as he loves nothing more than to kill me slowly. 

“Because she brought shame to the family and now she has to pay,” Jason says. Kicking me, he snarls, “Get up you 

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stupid slut and let’s go.” 

“I would like to keep her for a few days. There is a hunt on Christmas Eve. I think she will be a lot of fun,” Malaky 

says. 

A hunt? 

My entire body aches in pain from what was done to me and from the lack of drugs and I want to beg Jason to give me my dose now but I have no other option than to obey. It takes me several tries before I finally stand. Blood runs down my thighs and my legs shake badly and I have to grab a chair to steady myself. I can’t wait to take a shower, get in bed, and watch a movie or two. 

Jason clicks his tongue. “Our deal was only for a night. If I wanted her dead I would have killed her a long time ago. Let’s go, Olivia.” 

I put my dress and coat on, grab my shoes, and follow Jason out of the house. The snow is cold under my bare feet, but 

I don’t mind.