Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)

Olivia

Just like the Dukes, he also has piercings, but while the Dukes have a deep shaft reverse Prince Albert piercing, Jasper has a round piercing on the tip of his di ck.

My gaze goes lower, and I see his left knee. From the looks of it, he had been in a bad accident or something like that, as scars cover it.

Jasper comes to me and takes off the shirt I wear, and takes me to the shower. Like him, I too have scars on my b*dy, all made by men who I was forced to f**k. There had been a time when I considered myself beautiful, but it all changed when the word ‘wh ore’ was carved on my stomach..

The hot water warms me, and I start shaking. I don’t know if it is from the lack of drugs or if everything is finally catching up, but my b*dy is finally reacting. Jasper has me face the tile wall, and I brace myself for his violent intrusion.

“It seems that you have had a few rough nights,” he says as he cleans the dried blood from my skin with the help of a loofah po uf. While the cuts made by Malaky and his men aren’t deep, some of them probably opened while I was running through the forest.

His touch is gentle, especially when he reaches my as s and thighs. “I will apply some ointment when I get you to bed, it should speed the healing. The belt tore into your skin, but I don’t think it will leave permanent damage. I will ask Mose to look at it later.”

I don’t understand why he pretends to be concerned about me when he let Rueben whip me with his belt. Life has taught me that men will say anything to get laid. Once, I believed in nice words, but no more. I will never ever believe in what a man says, no matter how sincere he sounds.

Jasper turns me around. I look at his chest while I wait for him to finish cleaning me. It is the first time I’ve taken a shower with someone, but there are people who like showering with others. I guess Jasper is one of them.

His attention turns to my t its. Despite being underweight and full of scars, my ti ts are the only thing that I like and hate at the same time about me. And they are the only thing men didn’t try to damage. The tips of his fingers brush the underside of my left boob, his co ck stirring to life, and I wrap my right hand around it. I feel more piercings under my fingers-a Jacob’s Ladder of five metallic bars on the inside of his di ck.

I lick my l*ps, a few drops of water entering my mouth, enough to chase the dryness away, and with a trembling voice, I ask, “How may I please you?”

He chuckles softly before removing my hand. “By staying still while I finish cleaning you.”

It is rare that a man turns down S*x, but you won’t hear me complain. I let my mind wander while Jasper puts more shower gel on the loofah p ouf and cleans my ti ts. He avoids my ribs, but he does say, “If you have a hard time breathing, let me know.”

In time, I learned how to trick my b*dy into not feeling the pain anymore. It all starts from the brain. Of course, the drugs help a lot. And right now, when my b*dy aches from everything that had happened to me in the last two days, a bottle of whiskey and some meth sounds like heaven.

134 Olivia

“Spread your legs,” he asks, and I obey immediately. I expect him to shove his fingers or fist inside me, but all he does is clean my pu ssy. It hurts due to how sore I am, but I don’t complain. “We prefer sha ved pu ssy,” he says when he turns off the water, “but I will take care of it later. It’s not like we are going to f**k you today.”

I want to look at his face and read his expression, but I don’t dare do so, not when I don’t know the rules they have for me. If they have any for me, I don’t think I will be alive for much longer. I don’t understand why Rueben hasn’t killed me already.

Jasper gets out of the shower, grabs a towel that sits on the counter, and wraps it around his waist before helping me dry and put the shirt back on.

“Time to get you in bed,” he says as he takes me back to the room.

He has me lie on my back, and then he covers me with the blanket.

“Can I get my daily dose now?” I dare to ask as my b*dy screams for drugs.

Jasper grabs my hands and puts them above my head. Something cold locks around my wrist, and I tilt my head up to see what he is doing-he just cuffed me to the bed. It doesn’t surprise me, there have been men who have tied me up before and done all kinds of terrible things to me.

“Daily dose of what?” he wants to know.

But I am sure he already knows what I am asking for. “Of my drugs.”

“You are done destroying your b*dy with that sh it,” he says as he also cuffs my ankles.

My gaze rushes to his face, and for a moment, our eyes lock. He has a round piercing in the septum of his nose and short dreadlocks. Tearing my gaze from his, I say, “Please, I… need it. I will be good and do whatever you want. I won’t

even put up a fight.”

He pulls the blanket away from me and lifts up my shirt. Running a finger along my good ribs, he points out, “Food is

what you need, not drugs.”

“I am not hungry,” I whisper.

“That’s too bad because Mose is a really good chef, even if he adds spice to everything he makes. Even to ice cream,” he huffs as he covers me again. “I will leave you to rest for a while,” he adds before disappearing inside the bathroom.

Now that the rush of running through the forest has passed and my b*dy has started to relax, the craving for drugs hits me so hard I start to pull on my restraints, hoping I can free myself and…find a way to end myself.

When Jasper emerges from the bathroom, I stop moving.

“Please, just one more dose. I… my ribs hurt so bad, and I feel like I can’t breathe.” It’s not entirely a lie, as I do need some heroin to survive the torture Rueben and his blood-brothers have planned for me.

Jasper leaves the lamp on next to the hed and goes to the door. “I will send Mose over and see if he can give you something for the pain.” As he cra cks open the door, he says, “I will see you in the morning when I bring you breakfast. The ointment is in the main house, so I will apply it then if Mose doesn’t do it before me.”

Olivia

1 watch as he leaves, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be left alone, especially as I start to shake uncontrollably.

If Rueben doesn’t kill me, the lack of drugs will. It’s just a matter of time and which of the two is faster.