Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Each time Rueben opens his mouth, he escalates things. Why does he always have to jump to the wrong conclusions?

Heavy footsteps approach me and stop next to me. Fuck. If I was in deep shit before, now it's even worse.

Strong fingers grab my face. “Open your fucking eyes.” I do so and Tyson's gaze meets me. “No matter how many chances you are given, you are still a fucking whore!”

"Don't talk to her like that!" Levi snaps at Tyson. "How can you claim she is a whore when she was fucking raped for years!?"

Tyson laughs. "That's what she told you?"

"Yes," Levi replies.

Rueben snorts. "And you believe her? Did she also tell you she was wearing a man's ring on her finger when she went down on three guys and she sucked them until they came all over her face before they took turns fucking her? She also claimed she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. Now she says she was raped? Fucking bullshit!”

He knows what I did that night during the party. That explains a lot. I should have realized it sooner but........

Levi looks at me but the shame I feel has me close my eyes.

"Olivia, is that true?" Levi asks.

My mouth turns dry. Rueben shoves the gun inside me and slowly fucks me with it. I can't reply. I don't want to reply to such a question. What will Levi think of me when he finally finds out how disgusting I am?

"Open your eyes, bitch, and answer your 'boyfriend' his question," Tyson demands.

Tears pool in my eyes and I slowly open them, my gaze blurry. "Yes."

A shocked expression appears on Levi's face. I have lost the only friend I had left.

Rueben swirls the barrel of the gun inside me. "Tell Puppy-Eyes what you did the night you became a cheating whore."

My chin trembles. Levi looks at me. “I let Jason's friends fuck my mouth before they put their dicks between my thighs... and... they... until they came... down my legs," I try to explain.

Tyson pets my hair. "So you see, lover boy, all this bitch is good at is lying." I whimper and Tyson takes out his gun, removes the safety, and shoves the barrel into my mouth.

*Do it, pull the damn trigger and end everything,* I want to scream at Tyson. But when he starts fucking my mouth with his gun, I know what he's trying to do terrorize me with the idea that he will kill me. Except dying is not scary. Living is.

"And getting fucked. Don't forget about that," Rueben adds and he pushes the gun deeper inside me. “You know another fucked up thing?” he asks Levi. "Her cunt is dripping wet while she has two guns inside her.”

I can't even deny it because despite me not wanting to be touched by Rueben and Tyson, my body responds to what is done to me by them.

"Lover boy, give me the beer bottle from the counter," Tyson orders Levi.

My stomach drops because I know what Tyson wants to do with the bottle. Shove it all the way up my ass.

Levi arches an eyebrow. "I'm not your errand boy."

Tyson puts his finger on the trigger. "Do you want to see how her brain explodes all over the kitchen?"

Levi gives the bottle to Tyson. "Jesus Christ! You're crazier than a psychopathic moth. No wonder your mother kicked you out."

Tyson narrows his eyes, his finger pressing more on the trigger. "You told him about my mother?"

I shake my head but I know Tyson won't believe me.

"It was Camila. She had the courtesy to let me know what a whore your mother was. No wonder you have mommy issues.” Levi is making this entire situation even worse.

"Mommy issues? My only issue is this whore over here and you. But I have the perfect remedy for that.” Tyson gives the bottle to Rueben. "I think her ass needs some attention as well."

Rueben takes the bottle from Tyson. "It even has some beer left," he says before pushing the neck of the bottle inside my ass, cold liquid entering me.

My grunt of pain is stopped by the gun that still fucks my mouth. The beer that comes out of the bottle acts like a lubricant and to my horror, the pain is replaced by...pleasure. I don't want to feel any pleasure, not when Tyson and Rueben are humiliating me in front of Levi, but my body doesn't obey me. Tears of shame run down my face.

I lower my head but Tyson grabs my neck with his free hand. "Look at lover boy. I want him to see your face when you come for Rueben and me."

That's what Tyson wants. There isn't much I can do but I can rebel against him. I can give him what he wants without actually doing it.

With that in mind, I moan around the barrel inside my mouth while my eyes are fixed on Tyson's gaze. And when I lick his gun, his eyes turn red, low growls come from his chest.

My moans might be fake, but the way my body reacts is real. My nipples turn to pebbles and my clit pulsates with the need to be touched. Tyson's hand slips from my neck to my right breast, and he palms it and squeezes it hard before his hand goes even lower until his fingers reach my lower stomach and he presses on it turning my moans from fake to real.

Rueben keeps moving the bottle and the gun inside me, while Tyson fucks my mouth with his handgun, and my body...despite what's done to me...ignites and explodes in a million tiny pieces, coming hard.

Tyson removes the gun and brings his face close to mine until his breath fans my lips. Is he going to kiss me? "Good slut," he says before letting go of me and turning on his heels. "If you want a taste of her body, you can always drink the beer coming out of her ass."

Levi throws a glance at me. "You all are nasty," he says before leaving the house.

A sob rises in my throat but I push it back.

I can't do this anymore. Despite my promise to Wasp, I can't keep living like this.

"Don't you understand that you will never be free of my blood-brothers and me?" Rueben snarls in my ear. I nod, letting him know that I do understand. "Go get yourself cleaned. We are leaving in a few minutes."

A bathroom is next to the kitchen. I rush to it and get directly into the shower. I don't even bother getting undressed and let the water wash away my tears, my shame, and the beer coming out of my ass.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm in the back seat of Tyson's car, watching out the window, planning yet again how to kill myself. Tyson drives fast, and my fingers go to the door's lock. It would be so easy to open the door and throw myself out of the speeding car, except the lock is broken and someone has to open the door from outside so I can get out.

I lean my head against the window and pretend I'm far away from here, in the meadow, Camila is waiting for me. Reality and dreams blur together and the pain of losing the one thing that mattered the most to me grows even stronger until my entire body is in agony and I can't breathe anymore. In moments like these, I need Camila more than I need air.

Tyson and Rueben talk, but I block their voices, not wanting to hear them, not wanting to be here.

When we enter the city, Tyson stops at a fast food place and they leave me locked inside the car while they go to eat. Being alone doesn't bother me and I let the tears that I have been holding flow down my cheeks and when they return, I quickly clean my face with my shirt.

Tyson throws me a wrapper with something in it. I open it and see a half eaten hamburger. "I thought you might be hungry," he says. Rueben chuckles as if Tyson just said something funny. Fucking assholes.

I put the wrapper next to me. "I'm good."

"Such an ungrateful bitch you are," Tyson says as he starts the car.

I don't engage with him anymore and keep my eyes on the street as I try to notice what has changed in the city since the last time I was free to roam it as I wished.

It doesn't take long for Tyson to stop the car again. This time, in front of a thrift store.

"Let's see if we find something inside here that will make you look less slutty," Rueben says.