Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T
Shackled Chapter 83

83. Angel

Hair falls around my legs. Salma says some vile things to me, but I choose not to listen to her.

Olivia’s hands are full of needle marks, and she looks so unhealthy. Is she taking drugs? Her auburn hair is thin and lifeless, her whiskey eyes are glazed. Is she high right now?

More hair falls around me and on me. Except for the sound from the cl*ppers, the room is silent. It takes several minutes for Carlos to sh ave off all my hair.

Salma takes a few steps back and flicks her long hair over her shoulders, and laughs hysterically.

“Untie her,” Carlos says as he goes to the throne and sits on it.

Salma Hollows him, and he makes her kneel between his legs and suck his di ck. At least I am not the one who has to do that. I would probably bite his d ick off

Two men untie me, grab my arms, and force me to stand.

“You are going to k*ss the feet of every man in this room while saying, Forgive me, Master, for being a st upid wh ore and letting filthy Lords soil my b*dy.””

I look around the room, there are around fifty men or

or more. A the worst thing that could have happened to him

And among them is my father. My breath catches in my throat when I see how he looks at me like I am

“No,” I say, I can’t do what Carlos asks me, not when my father is here.

Carlos snaps his fingers, and the two men next to me punch me in the stomach. It hurts so badly I scream. They keep hitting until Carlos stops them, and they let go.

of me. I fall to the floor, and for a few minutes, I am paralyzed by the pain, unable to move. I so b as quietly as I can.

“If you don’t want another boating, do as I say,” Carlos snarls. Salma is still between his legs, her head bobbing up and down, fake moans coming from her.

I force myself to get on my knees. Carlos knows he won.

“Start with me,” Carlos orders me. I crawl to him, and he extends his right foot to me. I am about to k*ss the top of his shoe when he stops me. Pushing Salma away from him, he snarls, “Did I tell you to k*ss my shoes?”

I remove his shoes and then his socks and dip my head, and he kicks me in the face. I fall on my back. My right cheek throbs with pain.

Carlos stands and looks at Olivia, who is still recording, he says, “Watch closely what happens to f ucking wh ores! To me, he says, “Get to your knees!”

He is going to make me suck his di ck. I don’t know if I can do this. Maybe if I think he is one of my guys?

But they don’t want me anymore, I am alone in this

I get on my knees.

“Open your mouth!” Carlos orders me next.

Disassociate!

Carlos grabs his di ck and lets out a jet of pis s directly in my mouth, taking me by surpr my tongue, hoping to get rid of the horrible taste while hot urine gets all over my b*dy.

gag and turn my head away from him, and spit and run my palms over

“Next time you spit on my floor, I will make you lick it!” Carlos tells me while he is ripping his pants. “Someone bring some water because I don’t plan on letting this bit ch k*ss my feet smelling like a f ucking public toilet.”

The urine on my b*dy turns o

cold

but I don’t dare do so.

fast, making me shiver. Despite me trying to clean my mouth with my hands, the taste of pis s is still there, and I feel like vomiting.

Some brings a bucket of cold water and dumps it over my head. I swallow my shriek.

383 Angel

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1. Papa me. Manen, for

ore and letting Sith Lords sell my b*dy.”

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Carles makes me k*ss his bret a few more on before he kicka

ir acting in it. I remove his stand socks. Mind

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warcha from his moore while Salma is hack betwET

I reach the last one, my fath

His face in a mask of disput. Once I am done using

be stands and unzips his pants. I dose my pe

first stream of pis s hits me in the che

Between my muten, my father, and Carles, I think an broken beyond repar. It’s

When they are done st

“Bring het bere Carlos sers, and I am tracted to cuffed to the arch of the ban forcing my kowen to benu

And now I am going to be raped.

Carlos come

he asks while looking at the men. They allagh happs as I am being beaten. His hand mises high

scream for help and even be my father for forgiveness No one

When three names I should forget about escape my l*ps.

enraged, hitting me all over my bod

But my torture is far from over, as for the next few hours. I endure more bearing

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