Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 41

41. Angel

A palm connects with my as s, sp anking me so hard tears escape my eyes. Alekos had been so rough

last night during his ‘punishment session” my a ss is covered in brinses.

“The more you fight us, the worse it is going to be for you,” Alekos says

I won’t just let them kill me or whatever they have planned for me without fighting

When we got to the BDSM bench, Reyes and Stefan have me lie on it on my stomach and immediately

tie me to it so I can’t escape. The traps are pulled in tight, causing me more pain. Not to mention that

my knees rest on the support designed for them, and tears stream down my cheeks because it is pure

agony. It feels like I am kneeling over rice.

Alebus

squats in front of me. A vein is pulsing in his temple. His eyes are those of a madman. I don’t think I

have ever been so scured in my life as I am right now.

He grabs my chin, his thumb stroking my cheek.

If they watched the cameras, why do they think I am here to spy on them or whatever bull sh it they

believe? Or did Giselle indeed tell lies about me? If so, why? [ already told her 1 would leave, and she

could have Alekos to herself.

1 fight against the restraints, wanting, hoping they will at least remove the gag so I can tell them how f

ucking stup id they are

Reyes and Stefan come to stand behind Alekos. Stefan stares at me like I am his worst enemy, like I

am the one who killed Emily, while Reyes has a knife in his right hand-which looks very sharp-and

looks like he is ready to skin me alive. The knife’s handle appears to have some sort of liquid in it..

It hurts, I suppose that they don’t even try to listen to what I have to say or even ask me why I went to

Alekos’ office or used Stefan’s laptop. If I had known any of this would have happened, I would have

waited for them to return home. But how was I to know they would go nuclear on me?

If I make it out of here alive, I will never touch other people’s things for as long as I live. And I will stay

as far away as possible from men.

What really hurts is Alekos calling me a lousy lay. It’s st upid, but when I have been struggling with

body image all my life, this just made me realize what men really think of below-average women.

I make a last effort to scream, hoping one of them will remove the gag, but I give up when Alekos starts

talking.

“If you weren’t the woman we chose to be our bonded, you would be dead by now. As much as I want

to kill you for having the audacity to come into my home and not only search for what we know about

Emily’s death but also send it to Carlos together with G od knows what other information, we have

already started the bonding. It is still early, and we could End another wuman, but f uck if I will give

Carlos the satisfaction of knowing he took another woman from us. If not for him,⠀⠀⠀ Emily would

have been the Lady of this house and my blood-brothers and I would not be forced to take in a lying,

manipulative, loove Duke’s daughter in the air where we should have had a family with Em.”

I never wanted to be here, to begin with, but Alekos was the one who basically forced my hand in the

matter. All I wanted was to disappear without a trace. If I could have done it on my own, I would have

never put a foot inside Alekos’ office

“The idea of having to continue the bonding with her makes me sick Why can’t we just kill her right now

and be done with it?” Stefan asks.

“We still haven’t learned what she knows,” Alekos replies.

They will be so disappointed when they realize I don’t know anything and that I am not working for

Carlos.

“Were you even a virgin, or was that a lie a bo?” Reyes asks.

Alekos takes a moment to think. “I bet the reason why she is so loose is because she took a lot of co ck

frons Carlos and his men,” he says to Reyes. Then in me, “When they f ucked you, they shoved three

co cks at a time in your pus sy, ruining it. You are damaged goods now. No man will ever want you. F

ucking you is like

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Stefan themes in more insults.

I want to f ucking die. I have never regretted anything so much in life as giving my virginity in Alekos. If I

could go back in the past and relieve yesterday, I wmin

41. Angel

it in a heartbeat.

Reyes walks around the bench, running his knife over my skin. “I really thought you were pure and

innocent not pure. You are a h oe”

e neither good nor

Beyes stops next to me. Tied as I am to the bench makes it difficult for me to

cer be in doing with his kride, making me announ

For now, he only runs the tip along my back.

“When I was a teen, I became fascinated with insects. Expecially with ants. In the Amazon, there is a

tribe called Satere-Mawe. There, for a boy to become a warrior he must use the bullet ant stings

intentionally. The boy must wear gloves made of leaves that are filled with bullet ants and endure being

sung for the minutes. To become a warrior, the boy must endure this process nenty times for several

months. It is said that the pain produced by mom of the bullet ants is comparable to being shot. One

can even suffer hallucinations, extreme pain, and convulsions for several days after being mung by a

buller

Is he going to put ants on me? I am scared of insects. Especially spiders. But the ants Reyes is talking

about sound like something from a horror movie.

Reyes keeps talking. “Because of this non-ending fight with Dukes, the Lords have developed many

new weapons or our techniques. A venom similar to that of the bullet ants was created this year, and I

am one of the few who get to test it.”

I think I know where this is going

The venom is in the handle of his knife, and he will use it on me.

Reyes makes several cuts on my back, followed by more on my leg. Blood runs down my skin. But I

barely notice it as the most excruciating pain I have ever starts immediately. It is like fire is spreading all

over my body, and my flesh will fall off my bones, and I will die, and I can’t do anything to stop it. The

pain a unbearable. My teeth bite hard into the gag, and I thrash against the restraints, but I’am no

match for them.

Tears blur my vision. I scream against the gag. I try to tell them that I will confess everything they want,

but all I do is whimper in pain

Stefan smiles, making me believe my suffering is making him happy.

Reyes steps in front of me. “We will break you and f uck with your mind until you are nothing more than

a little puppet for us to use as we

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