Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

27. Olivia

It doesn’t take long for Malaky to get back inside the house and to have two of the men who took part in last

night's ‘party’ make sure my brother disappears for a few days. Maybe they will dump Jason in a dumpster, and

he will get taken to the recycling plant to be with the rest of the trash like him.

I am in the living room, eyeing the tequila bottle and planning how to snatch it without being seen, when Malaky

approaches me.

“There's a bathroom next to the kitchen. Take a shower, then cback here. You still have cock to take.”

“Can | have something to drink?” | ask, hoping this the won't deny me.

Malaky grabs a glass of vodka and pours it in front ofon the carpet and his shoes. “There you go, baby.” The

men present laugh, and Malaky arches an eyebrow. Fearing a severe beating, | get on my knees and lick

Malaky’s shoes. “The place of women is on their knees, serving us, worshiping us,” he says to the men while |

clean his shoes with my tongue.

When | am done, he forcesto stand.

“Take a shower before | fuck you again. And make sure you clean your ass properly this time, | don’t want any

more shit on my dick.”

I rush to the bathroom, not wanting to be forced to lick more alcohol from the floor and scrub every inch of my

skin several times, not wanting to leave any trace of cum on my body or hair. | stay in the shower until someone

pounds on the door and yells atto get out.

Minutes later, | return to the living room. A man shoves a glass of whiskey in my hands, and while it is not the

sas drugs, it takes my mind off the pain while the men take turns fucking my ass. One has his fist shoved

insidewhile another forces his cock down my throat, chokingon it, leavingwithout air up to one

minute at a time, makingthink he will killlike that only to pull out of my mouth just as | am about to faint

and after a few gulps of air, he starts all over again until he finally cums on my tits. He steps to the side, and

another man comes toand hassuck him while the one with the fist in my ass makesfeel like he is

splittingin half.

My tears make them hurtmore.

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It all comes to a stop when Malaky gets bored ofbeing passed around and tells| can clean myself an

dress on. After | do as | am told, a blindfold is put around my eyes and tied tight around my head, my hands

cuffed behind my

back, and | am shoved into the trunk of a car and left there in the cold for hours until I think I will run of air or die

from hypothermia or from the lack of drugs.

| am shivering so badly and crying, praying that all my suffering will cto an end soon when the trunk opens.

“You are still alive. Good. If you make it tonight, | might reward you and give you sdrugs,” a man tells me.

Malaky.

| want to ask him what will happen tonight, but | am too tired, too weak to care.

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At least two more men are with him. | might not see them, but | can hear their footsteps in the snow.

A blanket is thrown over me, and then the trunk is closed again. Maybe Malaky will forget aboutand will

leavein here until | am dead and decomposed.

The car starts, the movement makingso nauseous | end up vomiting. The smell makeseven sicker, and

when the car finally stops, | feel so relieved, hoping | will finally be let out.

“Disgusting bitch,” Malaky snarls as he dragsout of the trunk by my hair. Slappinghard across my face,

he adds, “I can’t have you covered in your own filth, and since there’s no shower here, you will have to clean

yourself with snow. Good thing | have ssoap in the car,” and frees my hands.

| remove the blindfold and see the other two men-who took great pleasure in burning my arms with their cigars

before fucking my ass at the stime-leaning against the car, looking atlike | am not worth a second of

their

time.

While | remove my dress, Malaky throws the soap at me. | am too cold to try to catch it, and it lands in the snow.

| crouch to scoop snow with my right hand while I try to figure out where we are. To my left is a forest, the sun

setting behind it.

Five cars are parked close to where | am, and six or seven men with guns in their hands are keeping an eye on a

group of at least twenty or thirty women who look very frightened.

“Hurry up, bitch,” Malaky snarls atand kicksin the ribs.

| fall on the snow, and for a moment, | wonder what will happen if | refuse to get up. Will Malaky kill me?

When | am kicked again, hard enough to crack a rib, | move, not wanting to have any ribs broken. The last time

Jason broke three of my ribs, he hadsuck cock the next day, and it is something | don’t want to be forced to

do again, as something tellsMalaky is as evil as Carlos.

When | am smelling only like soap, | stand and let Malaky know | am clean.

A new blindfold and an old man’s t-shirt are thrown at me. “Put these on, you dumb bitch,” Malaky sneers before

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shovestowards the group of women. All of them are wearing next to nothing and no shoes on their feet, and

most of them are covered in needle marks and bruises.

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After | managed to put the shirt on, my fingers turned red and swollen from the cold, one of Malaky’s men put

the clean blindfold around my eyes and then tied my hands behind my back. The rest of the women and | huddle

up together, hoping our body heat will prevent us from freezing, but | am shivering so badly from the lack of

drugs that | doubt | will feel warm anytsoon. | am sure the cold has something to do with it as well, as | can’t

feel my feet anymore, but being forced to quit cold turkey is makingviolently sick.

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Melany,” someone whispers into my ear. She sounds absolutely terrified, but there is little | can do to comfort

her. Nor do | have the energy to do so.

“0-01-Olivia,” Talking is difficult when my face throbs in pain from how hard | was hit by Malaky but also because

my teeth keep chattering.

Despite the sobs around me, the sounds of cars approaching reach my ears.

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“What do you think will happen to us?” Melany asks.

| hope we will be killed, or at least me, as | am sure Melany still desperately clings to life, but | made up my mind

a long tago, only the fear of Jason beating the shit out ofand then havingfuck men while | have at

least one broken bone was keepingalive all this time. But now that Jason is not here... | can finally go on with

my plan and unalive myself.

Cars stop close to us, and the doors open, people getting out of them.