Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

150. Olivia

It’s been about an hour since Jasper went to the barn to take care of the horses and Juniper-my cheeks still turn red when I remember all the moments when I thought she was a woman-and 1 find myself looking forward to him entering the house. It is because I need to go to the bathroom, and he strictly forbid me to get off the couch un returns. So here I am, sitting on the couch with Miss Teapot, watching a movie and waiting.

My feet are propped up on the coffee table, a pillow under them. Despite my protests, Jasper is carrying me all over the place, not wanting me to harm myself even more. My little visit to the barn put more pressure on my toes and resulted in them swelling even more, which alerted Jasper, who called in Mose to take a look at them. When they learned that i snuck out of the house, they not only strictly forbade me to walk until I healed, but they were upset with me, which makes no sense to me why they pretend to care. In a world full of people, I am alone. No one ever cares about me, no one ever sees me, hears me, or feels my pain. I am like 52 Blue, the loneliest whale in the ocean, his songs never heard by other whales.

Then why does Jasper pretend to hear me?

I glance out the window next to the front door, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but all I can see is a few snow f l a k es falling from the sky.

My eyes return to the TV, but I barely pay any attention to what I am watching. My b*dy still craves drugs and alcohol, but when Jasper is around, he usually distracts me. Miss Teapot’s purrs are another source of distraction, but Jasper is slowly growing on me. I should not allow him affect me so much, not when I know Jason will soon come after me, but I didn’t realize how much I missed genuine human touch until him. He is different from the men I am forced to f u c k, he doesn’t expect anything in return for nursing me to health, and I don’t know what to make of it. I am constantly on edge, knowing that sooner or later, he will show me his true colors. I hope Jason finds me before that happens because the memories of Jasper being kind to me are something I want to cherish forever. Apart from Camila, he is the only

one to treat me with kindness from the moment he met me.

The scene of a woman giving birth appears on TV.

I start to feel sick, bile rising to my throat, and I fumble with the remote, trying to turn off the TV when Jasper finally enters. My b*dy relaxes, and I change the channel to another program.

Jasper takes off his coat and hangs it on the coat rack before smiling.

“I see that you followed my orders. Good girl,” he praises me, then comes to me and gives me a k*ss on the top of my head.

His words should not affect me because Carlos and Jason always told me I was a stu p i d who r e who was too dumb to do anything right, but they do. Being called “good girl’ makes me…think that maybe I am not as dumb as I have been told since I was little.

“Thank you, Master,” I say.

Jasper tilts my head up, making me look at him. “You don’t have to call me ‘Master’ all the time.”

My brows draw together. “My other Master would get angry if I called him anything else,” I say, referring to Carlos since Jason only liked to be called that by his women.

150. Olivia

Running his thumb over my bottom l*p, he adds, “I am nothing like him. You can call me whatever makes you comfortable. His gaze goes to my chest as he keeps talking, “But when I destroy that pus sy of yours, you will call me Sir. I will not only destroy your p u s s y, but every inch of your b*dy.”

Destroy that p u s s y of yours.

I was right, jasper will also hurt me. I don’t even want to think about how much it will hurt when he tears open my a s s with his huge d i c k. The only time I had to f u c k a guy as big as Jasper, a doctor had to see me because I wouldn’t stop bleeding. He ultimately prescribed me painkillers, assuring me I would feel better in several days. Since then, a n a l has been more painful, leaving me in tears every time a guy takes his time to finish.

Unaware of my internal anguish, he dips his head and murmurs against my l*ps, “I am going to take a quick shower, then I am going to take a look at your wounds. Wait for me here,” before giving a quick k*ss.

After petting Miss Teapot a few times, Jasper disappears into our bedroom.

I try watching TV again, but since I am no longer allowed to take drugs, my mind is clear, and so many thoughts run through it. I think of the S*x tapes I agreed to make, and a wave of nausea hits me when I realize I have to f u c k Rueben and Tyson. They will probably kill me before they use my b*dy to take down my father. If not for Jasper, I would have died that night in the forest.

My gaze goes to the window. It stopped snowing. Pity. Camila loved it when it snowed. She used to drag me outside and have me make snow angels with her before we had a huge snowball fight.

My heart throbs painfully.