Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 128

128. Olivia

Didn’t Malaky say something about a hunt? I initially thought he was referring to a normal hunt, but

what if, instead of animals, he is planning to track and kill Melany, me, and the rest of the women

here?

My heart starts to beat fast. Could it be so easy? If so, I won’t even put up a fight. I will wait for my end

right here. Despite the lack of drugs and the situation I am in, a feeling I have long forgotten creeps up

on me–peace. Who knew death could feel so peaceful?

For several minutes, I listen to men talk about business, cars, and other topics before they finally fall

silent when Malaky says, “Listen here bitches.” I assume “bitches‘ is us women. “You have all been

invited to a special hunt. For the next few hours, you will run through the forest. When you are caught,

the men can do what they want to you, from fucking to killing. In fact, many of you will find your end

here. That being said, Happy Hunting, everyone.”

Someone fires a gun, and the women start screaming as they run. Fools. With their hands cuffed

behind their back and the blindfold preventing them from seeing anything, they will be caught in no

time, but I guess hope is a motherfucker as it gives people the false impression that they will make it. I

know better. There is no hope for those like me, nor do I need it.

The women head to the forest, or at least that is what I think, while I don’t move an inch. The men

remain behind and laugh or make scary sounds, inciting more fear.

Someone grabs my upper arm.

Finally, my end has come.

I get ready to take my last breath when Malaky says into my ear, “Run, you stupid bitch, or I will fucking

skin and then sell you to Azael.”

you

alive

I might not be scared of being skinned alive, but I have heard of Azael and what he does to women.

Not wanting to end up in his hands, I force myself to move, but it is a little hard when my entire body is

numb from the cold. I think I will enter hypothermia soon. Maybe I can find a spot in the forest and wait

there until I freeze to death.

With a new determination in my head, I start to run, wanting to be alone with my thoughts and to know

what it feels like to be free.

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The snow is cold and harsh beneath my feet, and from time to time, I step over frozen branches, some

of them cutting me, splinters entering my flesh, or I even hit myself against a tree. When I trip, I get up,

and when I hear women screaming and shots echoing through the night, 1 force myself to move even

faster. It doesn’t take long to get so tired that my legs are aching from the effort, I switch from running

to walking, but when I hear noises coming from behind me, I push myself to sprint, wanting to find my

end on my terms, while I think of that boy who stole my entire heart and soul from the moment I saw him.

I am breathing hard when I trip over á log and fall face down in the snow, cutting my forehead on a

rock, making me dizzy.

Growls of wild beasts come from all over the place, and I freeze. Being eaten alive is not how I envisioned my last moments on Earth, but there is nothing I can do about it. The growls get close, and

it takes me only a few seconds to realize the sounds are made by humans, not animals.

128. Olivia

“Look what we have here,” a man says.

“A little rabbit,” another says while I am forced on my back.

A pair of hands grab my tits and squeeze them hard. “At least she has boobs, not like all those skinny

whores with flat

chests.”

“What about her pussy?”

My t–shirt is yanked up.

I let my mind wander, as I always do when I am fucked.

“Point the flashlight on her cunt, I want to see if she has any diseases before I stick my cock in there.”

I want to snort and tell him that’s not how you know if I am healthy or not, but my entire body is numb, I

can barely

feel a thing, and I doubt I can even utter a word even if I want to..

My legs are spread open, and strong hands spread my labia wide open.

“Look at how nasty her cunt and ass are. She has taken so much cock, I would be surprised if she

doesn’t have at least a dozen STDs. I say we kill her and find another bitch to have fun with.”

“I have condoms.”

“Nah, I don’t think she is worth the trouble. I bet she doesn’t even feel good. And from the needle

marks and wounds I saw on her arms before, I bet she is some druggy with rotten teeth. Imagine her

sucking your dick. It will rot and fall

off.”

The men laugh.

“Then get rid of her fast, and let’s find another woman.”

My heart starts to pound in my chest as fingers lock around my neck, blocking my windpipe. A smile

form a smile that will be frozen on my face so that anyone who sees me after I am not anymore will

know that

peace.

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“Let’s see her face,” one of the men says. “Maybe she is cute enough to have her clean the stable.”

“Have you seen the state of her cunt?”

“She won’t be using her cunt to clean. On the contrary, she might even learn to clean it better so she

won’t have any diseases.”

These men need some sex education classes.

“And shave it.”

It’s not like I have a bush down there, I keep my pubic hair trimmed and cleaned. Not that it matters. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

128. Olivia

More laughter, but it sounds far off, as the lack of air makes me drift away from this world.

The blindfold is yanked away from my face, and my eyes lock on the mask the man who is strangling

me wears on his face. It’s a strange mask, like those used in theater, one half of it representing

sadness and the other happiness. His gaze falls on my face, and his back goes rigid.

Four other men are around me, wearing similar masks as the one who has his hands around my neck.

One of them is holding a flashlight, which allows me to see around me.

Someone whistles. “Pitty she let drugs ruin her. She is cute enough to fuck her a few times.”

The man lets go of my neck, and air rushes to my lungs. I want to cry out in protest, but the air is

knocked out of me when he punches me in the stomach hard. The pain is blinding, and he hits me

again and again, a few blows landing on my ribs as well, the sounds of bone cracking reaching my

ears, followed by a scream. My scream.

Fearing the men will get angry, I bite my tongue and stop screaming.

One of the other four men pulls the one on top of me away while shouting. “What the fuck are you

doing?”

“Killing her!”

I don’t mind being killed, but does he really have to be so cruel?

“We came here to find a woman to take home with us, not to beat the living shit out of her. If you don’t

like her, fine, we can find another, but leave the killing to the others. You are too close to losing the

battle, and taking lives will only push you closer to madness.”

“After I kill her, my purpose on Earth comes to an end.”

The men look at me while I try to keep as quiet as I can despite the pain radiating from my ribs.

“No way,” one of them says.

“She is the one?”

The one what?

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More men appear from behind the trees, Malaky among them.

The one who broke several of my ribs stands. “She is mine.”

Malaky smiles. “My men and I already fucked her. She is a bit loose, but she is submissive and does

everything you ask

of her.”

“You fucked her?”

Malaky shrugs. “Her brother owed me some money, so he let me use her last night. And since I am a generous man, I

let

my men do as they pleased with her as well.”

“I don’t want your sloppy leftovers.”

128 Olivia

“Choose well because if you

“I can take her home?”

take her home and later change your mind, you won’t get a refund.”

“Yes,” Malaky lets him know. “Your blood–brothers already paid.”

Blood–brothers?

The five men that caught me are Lords. Since when are they making deals with the Dukes?

The man looks…

me, and despite my body being numb, a shiver runs down my spine.

“Excellent,” he says.

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