Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 127

127. 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 come back here. You still have cock to

take.”

“Can I have something to drink?” I ask, hoping this time he won’t deny me.

Malaky grabs a glass of vodka and pours it in front of me on the carpet and his shoes. “There you go,

baby.” The men present laugh, and Malaky arches an eyebrow. Fearing a severe beating, I 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 I clean his shoes with my tongue.

When I am done, he forces me to stand.

“Take a shower before I fuck you again. And make sure you clean your ass properly this time, I 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. I stay in the shower

until someone pounds on the door and yells at me to get out.

Minutes later, I return to the living room. A man shoves a glass of whiskey in my hands, and while it is not the same as drugs, it takes my mind off the pain while the men take turns fucking my ass. One has

his fist shoved inside me while another forces his cock down my throat, choking me on it, leaving me

without air up to one minute at a time, making me think he will kill me like that only to pull out of my

mouth just as I 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 to me and has me suck him while the

one with the fist in my ass makes me feel like he is splitting me in half.

My tears make them hurt me more.

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It all comes to a stop when Malaky gets bored of me being passed around and tells me I can clean

myself an dress on. After I do as I am told, a blindfold is put around my eyes and tied tight around my

head, my hands cuffed behind my

back, and I 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.

I am shivering so badly and crying, praying that all my suffering will come to an end soon when the

trunk opens.

“You are still alive. Good. If you make it tonight, I might reward you and give you some drugs,” a man

tells me.

Malaky.

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

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

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

and will leave me in here until I am dead and decomposed.

The car starts, the movement making me so nauseous I end up vomiting. The smell makes me even

sicker, and when the car finally stops, I feel so relieved, hoping I will finally be let out.

“Disgusting bitch,” Malaky snarls as he drags me out of the trunk by my hair. Slapping me hard 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 I have some soap in the car,” and frees my hands.

I 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 same time–leaning against the car, looking at me like I am not

worth a second of their

time.

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

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a forest, the sun setting behind it.

Five cars are parked close to where I 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 at me and kicks me in the ribs.

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

me?

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

last time Jason broke three of my ribs, he had me suck cock the next day, and it is something I don’t

want to be forced to do again, as something tells me Malaky is as evil as Carlos.

When I am smelling only like soap, I stand and let Malaky know I 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 he 10

shoves me towards 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 I 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 I huddle up together, hoping our body heat will prevent us from freezing, but I am shivering

so badly from the lack of drugs that I doubt I will feel warm anytime soon. I am sure the cold has

something to do with it as well, as I can’t feel my feet anymore, but being forced to quit cold turkey is

making me violently sick.

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

comfort her. Nor do I have the energy to do so.

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

because my teeth keep chattering.

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

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

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

my mind a long time ago, only the fear of Jason beating the shit out of me and then having me fuck

men while I have at least one broken bone was keeping me alive all this time. But now that Jason is not here… I can finally go on with my plan and unalive myself.

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

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