Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chatper 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 Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

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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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.

“Do you know what they do to whores like you there?” He told me many times, but even so, I shake my

head. “They become everyone’s bitch. So, unless you want to eat pussy for the rest of your life, don’t

question me again.”

Pussy eating might not be the worst thing in prison, but gangs of women are.

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Jason is the only reason I wasn’t arrested six years ago when Camila died because of me. He ‘saved

me from a fate

worse than death, only to sell me as a pornal–a sex slave–to the Celestial Heaven, the place where the

Dukes gather every Sunday.

“I am not questioning you,” I say. “At least let me have my dose now. I need it.”

“You can have it when Malaky is done with you.”

Author’s note:

This book will be darker than Shackled