Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 72

72. Reyes

Alec’s death anniversary is the only time of the year 1 visit his grave, Not because I don’t lone Aler with

all my heart but because remembering kills me and f ucks up my mind on a daily basis. If not for my

mistake, Alec would still be alive. Sure, Allee wereld be then the

and love her, but he is worthy of Angel, especially after everything he did to protect me.

I run my right palm against the cold surface of the headstone while promising to kill Arael for what he

did to Alera promise that

**Flashback

Rejus, 9 years o

old.**

Two years have passed since Azael took Alec and me to a strange building. Alec refers to it as a

torture prison, while Azuel Alec; it is a prison. Azael takes blood samples from us at least once a week,

and on our way to the examination room, an unsult men full of scars and bruises. Whenever I ask

Axael about them, I receive the same answer, “They are being punished for texting the

I know all about the rules and what would happen if any of them were broken

The first night in the strange building, Alec and I were told the rules of that place and the series of

healing them. They are fairly single to blow, we the one to keep our rooms clean at all times. Aler and

leamed fast to keep mir room sporless. Especially after many harsh punishment.

Tonight, I was taken to one of the examination rooms. When Acarl came after me, I did not question

why I was taken in the middle of the night, although Kler did ask. No reply was given.

And now I am strapped to a strange table, my butt exposed and facing Axel A Enger touches me where

it should not.

“You have disobeyed me again,” Azael clips as he pushes a finger inside my butt

Azael hate it when someone cries, but I can barely contain my tears of humiliation and am sorry,” I

whimper, hoping Azael will stop whatever he is doing to my beat and punish

usual way for hering my tem messy

Azael does something with his get, caning me stabs of pain. Thite the understand?” he seers,

Yes.

“Good boy. Since the other method taught yes nothing, tonight, I will use another type of punishment. I

usually on you as it is on them.” Azael seems less angry.

A punishment for women? It doesn’t sound that bad.

z from a nearby

Azael removes the finger from my butt, and for a moment, I think I will be spa nked with a belt. But then

Azael picks up something to me. “Do you know what this is?”

“No,” I reply as I look at a yellow root in the form of a thick thumb,

“Ginger.

Skinned ginger, to be more exact. And do you know what I will do with it?”

After living in the torture prison for so long and seeing many things, nothing surprises me, and

everything can be used as a weapon don’t. I have learned my lesson. I will always keep my room clean

and tidy.”

“After tonight, you will,” Azael says as he pushes the ginger inside my butt.

A moment later, my butt is on fine. My internal muscles clench around it, producing more pain. Tears fill

my eyes. “It hurts. Please take it out

Arael pels

my hair. “I will. In the morning

A loud whimper echoes along the walls as tears stream dois my face. I don’t thin come help me, but I

know better than to do that and get Alec into trouble.

will survive the pain until morning. 11 bath an

I am about to plead with Azael again when the door opens, and Alec enters. His eyes are wide as he

sees me. Anger flashes in his gate a second later, and he

End of flashback

It took me years to understand what Azael did to you that night. Azar abused. There was Callum and

so many more that I don’t remember their names or faces anymore”

When he Best raped you and made me watch,” I love the part. “And you were one of the many

My hand continues to slide along the cold stone. “Alekos, Stefan, and I found her. Our mate” let out a

bitter laugh. “She is not only our mate but our hellatar, is amazing. The only woman that managed to Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

ensnare me. If you were still alive, she would have been yours since you were the oldest, and it in your

right to become Alekos’ right hand, but…I love her.”

Alec would have loved Angel with all his soul. And would have never hurt her. Not the way my blood

brothers and I dat.

It was not only by chance that Stefan, Alekos, and I met in college. Aleko family one of the richest in

the city. Strong demons always seemed to choose the men born in the Raptou family, and most of

them eventually became Elders. I come from a long line of ser vants; my famaly’s role is to serve the

Elders and their families. My father worked for one of the Elders as well, up until Alec and I were sold to

Azagl. After that, my father worked hard to become one of the assassins, changing my future for the

better. Instead of becoming one of the staff for a Lord’s family, I learned how to kill. And I am pretty

good at it.

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