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 | see his left knee. From the looks of it, he had been in a bad accident or something like that, as scars

cover it.

Jasperes toand takes off the shirt | wear, and takesto the shower. Like him, | too have scars on my body, all made by

men who | was forced to f**k. There had been a twhen | considered myself beautiful, but it all changed when the word ‘wh ore’

was carved on my stomach..

The hot water warms me, and | start shaking. | don’t know if it is from the lack of drugs or if everything is finally catching up, but

my body is finally reacting. Jasper hasface the tile wall, and | 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, sof them probably opened while | was running through the forest.

His touch is gentle, especially when he reaches my as s and thighs. “I will apply sointment when | get you to bed, it should

speed the healing. The belt tore into your skin, but | don’t think it will leave permanent damage. | will ask Mose to look at it later.”

| don’t understand why he pretends to be concerned aboutwhen he let Rueben whipwith his belt. Life has taughtthat

men will say anything to get laid. Once, | believed in nice words, but no more. | will never ever believe in what a man says, no

matter how sincere he sounds.

Jasper turnsaround. | look at his chest while | wait for him to finish cleaning me. It is the first tI've taken a shower with

someone, but there are people who like showering with others. | 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 | like and hate at the

stabout 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 | wrap my right hand around it. | feel more piercings under my fingers-a Jacob's Ladder of five

metallic bars on the inside of his di ck.

I lick my lips, a few drops of water entering my mouth, enough to chase the dryness away, and with a trembling voice, | ask, “How

may | please you?”

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

It is rare that a man turns down sex, but you won't hear meplain. | 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 tbreathing, letknow.”

In time, | learned how to trick my body into not feeling the pain anymore. It all starts from the brain. Of course, the drugs help a

lot. And right now, when my body aches from everything that had happened toin the last two days, a bottle of whiskey and

smeth sounds like heaven.

134 Olivia

“Spread your legs,” he asks, and | obey immediately. | 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 | am, but | don’tplain. “We prefer sha ved pu ssy,” he says when he turns off the water, “but |

will take care of it later. It's not like we are going to f**k you today.”

| want to look at his face and read his expression, but | don’t dare do so, not when | don’t know the rules they have for me. If they

have any for me, | don’t think | will be alive for much longer. | don’t understand why Rueben hasn't killedalready.

Jasper gets out of the shower, grabs a towel that sits on the counter, and wraps it around his waist before helpingdry and put

the shirt back on.

“Tto get you in bed,” he says as he takesback to the room.

He haslie on my back, and then he coverswith the blanket.

“Can | get my daily dose now?” | dare to ask as my body screams for drugs.

Jasper grabs my hands and puts them above my head. Something cold locks around my wrist, and | tilt my head up to see what he

is doing-he just cuffedto the bed. It doesn’t surprise me, there have been men who have tiedup before and done all kinds

of terrible things to me.

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

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

“You are done destroying your body 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, | say, “Please, I... need it. | will be good and do whatever you want. | won't

even put up a fight.”

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

what you need, not drugs.”

“l am not hungry,” | 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 coversagain. “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 body has started to relax, the craving for drugs hitsso hard

| start to pull on my restraints, hoping | can free myself and...find a way to end myself.

When Jasper emerges from the bathroom, | stop moving.

“Please, just one more dose. |... my ribs hurt so bad, and | feel like | can’t breathe.” It’s not entirely a lie, as | do need sheroin

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 | bring you breakfast. The ointment is in the main

house, so | will apply it then if Mose doesn’t do it before me.”

Olivia

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

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