Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
Chapter 82

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Shackled (The Lord Series)

82. Angel

A bucket filled with freezing water and ice dropped over my head wakes me up. The water is so cold I shriek and gasp like a fish on land. A woman laughs, and I look around, but the few candles around me make it almost impossible to see much. More water is thrown at me, and I let out another shriek and try to get away, not wanting it to happen again, but I replace myself tied to a chair, all my clothes missing

“Who is there?” Probably a dumb question to ask. Perhaps I should be scared, but when my entire b*dy is numb, such feelings elude me.

More laughter from the same woman from before follows. A hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back, a face appearing in front of me. Even though years have passed since I last saw her, her green snake-like eyes are as cold as they have ever been.

“Hello, Angel. What did you do to your hair? It looks absolutely hideous. And when was the last time you ate?” Salma’s venomous words minck me. She is wearing a short, tight red dress that barely covers her big t its.

What is she doing here? Something tells me I am not in the facility anymore. I say nothing, knowing how much it imitates her when someone doesn’t respond to her provocations. She pulls my hair harder until she is bored with my lack of response, looking over her shoulder at a figure I now notice, she says in a sweet, fake tone, “Carlos, dear, what did you even see in this sl ut?”

Carlos, dear? Don’t tell me they are together. If they are, they deserve each other, as both are rotten to the core.

If Carlos is here, that moans I am in his home? I was invited only once there, the day I stole the pen drive, and I spent most of my time in the living room, bored out of my mind, while my father and Carlos spoke about wedding-related things, never asking for my opinion

Salma graba my jaw with her fingers, long nails digging into my flesh, making me wince in pain. 1 might be dead inside, but physical pain in not something I can. evade

Carlos steps out from the shadows, his empty black eyes looking at me with so much disgust, making me wonder how much I will suffer before he decides to kill me

“You thought you could hide from me forever?” he snacks.

I would have if not for my mission to rescue Fire Fly, Stefan took care of that for me, frering me of that obligation

Carlos waits a few seconds before adding, “I would have given you everything you wanted if you would have become my

This man is the only one who can coke feelings inside me, mostly rage and anger. If he notices, he doesn’t acknowledge. “I never wanted to be your wife. The thought of you touching me makes me sick.”

His right hand closes around my neck, his fingers blocking my windpipe: Salina lets go of my jaw but not of my hair. “But whoring yourself to the enemy, their darkness tainting the purity of your soul, their semen making you unclean, doesn’t make you sick! Once you aer purified and forgiven of your transgressions, your b*dy will keep the sickness corrupting the Dukes at bay.”

Carlos’s grip on my neck loosens enough for me to ask, “What?”

“You will be one of the pomai, living in the Celestial Heaven.”

I am in the Celestial Heaven, the Dukes’ meeting place? This is a worse fate than I could have ever imagined.

More candles light, making it easier to see around me. I am in a spa c ious room, many men sitting in armchairs looking at me with hate and disgust. A throne is in the middle of the room, a woman about my age is kneeling n*ked beside it.

“But first, you will be punished in front of everyone.” Looking at the crowd, Carlos adds, “Videos of Angelica Hernandez will be sent to our daughters so that no one will repeat the same mistakes as her.”

They will film me while I am punished and put it on the internet? Just like Stefan did.

He grabs a few strands of my hair. “This needs to be fixed. Olivia, Carlos clips, and he outstretches his right hand and the woman stands fast, grabs something a table, and brings it to him-an electric hair clipper.

What are you planning to do with that?” I want to know because I already have an idea, and I would pretty much prefer it if that didn’t happen.

alos ignores mos questions and says to Salma, “Hold her head in place.”

82. Angel

I don’t try to fight. There is no reason to do so. Maybe if my mates still wanted me, I would have tried to replace a way to escape this situation, but without them, life meaningless. I don’t care what Carlos does to me,

Giving a phone to Oliva, Carlos says, “Record everything.”

Carlos turns on the hair clipper and starts sha ving my hair. My gaze locks with that of Olivia. The hand she is holding the phone with trembles, and she has to strady it with her other hand. I remember her from high school. She was one of the sweetest and funniest girls I have ever met, and she spent most of her time with Camila. Olivia disappeared soon after she turned sixteen and killed Camila daning an altercation. No one knows why they fought that day.

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