Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“What did she give me?” I ask, rubbing my neck where she stuck me with the needle.
Of course no one answers.
I don’t feel sluggish or tired. I know it wasn’t adrenaline, but it’s got my blood pumping. I feel jittery, and my heart races. I take a quick look around when we step outside, and nothing looks familiar. But it also doesn’t look different either. We’re in the middle of the woods and the sun is starting to set. I can tell we’re still in Pennsylvania. The flight wasn’t that long.
Looking ahead, I see several people standing over by a chain-link fence. My breath catches when I see there’s a woman tied to it with barbed wire. I’m having d?j? vu-she’s got a hood over her head, but I’d know that body from anywhere.
“What the fuck…Charlotte?” I run to her, but a man steps in front of me and points a gun at my face, forcing me to stop. “What the fuck are you doing?” I shout at her mother. How did she get here? This has to be a trick. No. I don’t believe that’s my wife.
Isabella doesn’t answer. Instead, she walks over to her daughter and rips off the hood. My stomach drops when I see the bruises on her beautiful face. She’s got duct tape over her mouth, and she screams into it when she sees me, pulling on her limbs. She twists and turns, and just like before, blood runs down her body from the barbed wire digging into her skin.
“What the fuck do you want?” I shout.
This is what she did to me and Kashton with our chosens. Same scenario just a different woman. This isn’t someone the Lords are forcing me to fuck. This is my wife. Her daughter. What could she possibly want? I’ve already given myself over to her in order to save Charlotte.
“I’m testing you, Haidyn. Let’s see if you pass.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “You can either kill her or watch my men have her.”
Charlotte’s wide eyes go to me.
I step toward her, not knowing what to do but knowing I have to do something. I’m not going to kill her, and I’m sure as fuck not going to let them rape her. But the man with the gun in front of me, hits me with it in the face, knocking me down.
“Cut her loose,” Isabella orders.
They cut her ankles first, then her neck, and last, her wrists. She falls to the muddy ground and rips the tape off her mouth. “You sick fuck,” she screams at her mother.
Isabella just smiles down at her. “You knew what kind of world you wanted to be a part of. The world that you killed someone to prove yourself worthy.” Then she looks at me. “What’s it going to be, Haidyn?” She glances at her Rolex watch. “You’ve got one minute.”
My eyes go to my wife, and she’s already staring up at me as I get to my feet, trying to hear her over the blood rushing in my ears. “Please, Haidyn.” She’s gasping to catch her breath. Her dark hair sticking to her bloody and tear-streaked face. “Don’t let them do this.”
I’ve never felt more helpless in my entire life. I might as well be tied to that fence like she was. My heart is heavy, and I feel sick to my stomach. I could never hurt her, let alone kill her. And her mother knows that. I gave myself for her. “We had a deal,” I growl looking at Isabella.
“Things can always change, Haidyn. You know that,” she says.
“Take me.” I place my arms out wide. “Punish me.” I don’t care what they do to me as long as it saves her.
Isabella gives me a big smile. “I am, darling.”
“Haidyn?” Charlotte yells my name to get my attention. “Please, Haidyn.” Her gaze drops to the gun that the man still holds aimed at my head. “Do it…please…”
She’s insane. What have they given her to make her beg for death? What have they already done to her that I don’t know about?
Her bloodshot blue eyes scan the men surrounding us before they meet mine again. “Please, Haidyn. You said you love me.”
My chest tightens to the point I can’t breathe at her words. I do. More than life itself. But I can’t take hers. I turn back to her mother. “What do you fucking want from me?” I scream, stepping into her, and one of her men shoves me back. “Huh? Let her fucking go! I’m right here.” I’m shouting, my body vibrating with desperation.
My hand is grabbed, and I go to yank it away, but something heavy is placed in it. Looking down, I see it’s the gun that the Lord in the mask was pointing at my face.
“You’re running out of time, Haidyn,” Isabella reminds me.
I don’t even think. I turn, lift the gun, and aim it at her head, pulling the trigger just as I’m hit from the side and knocked to the ground.
BANG!
The gunshot ricochets through the trees, making birds fly off in the distance, missing the bitch.
Isabella still stands right where she was giving me a cruel smile. All the men laugh, and my stomach sinks when her eyes drop to her watch, and she speaks. “Time’s up.”
I look up at my wife from where I lay and see she’s up on her feet ready to run and one of the guys tackles her to the muddy ground.
We’re outnumbered.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” I scream, trying to knock off the man who has a knee in the back of my neck, pinning the side of my face down into the ground. When he removes it for just a second, I think this is my chance, but then I feel a sting in my neck, and I’m paralyzed. Unable to move.
Charlotte is dragged back by her ankles as she fights them, kicking her legs and swinging her arms. She screams, and the man who’s got ahold of her barks, “Help me out.”
I lie helpless on the ground, forced to watch when a man kneels beside her, holding a gun to her head and speaking to me. “You made your decision.”
Hudson walks over to her-he’s the only one not in a cloak and Lords mask-and she kicks and screams as he drops to his knees and grabs her legs. He pushes them to her bare and bloody chest and takes her arms, pulling them underneath her bent legs. He ties off her wrists, locking her legs in place. He stands and the guy who tackled her stands as well. They both stare down at her, admiring my very naked and helpless wife.
“Pl-ease.” She sobs, rolling onto her side and pulling on the rope. “HAIDYN!” she screams my name.
I’m…sorry. Not only am I paralyzed, but I also can’t speak. I’m fucking useless. One more person in my life who I’ve failed.
The man still kneels beside her with the gun pointed at her head as if I could do anything to them to save her. I can’t let him take her from me. Not like this. Not here in this hell. I can help her through it.
Hudson drops to his knees and unzips his jeans. He pulls out a pocketknife and flips it open. He grips her ass cheek in his hand and cuts off my name I branded onto her. I gave her that with plans to send her back to her mother. A show of ownership that I had over her. A way to rub it in Isabella’s face that she fucked with us, and I fucked her daughter. Now it’s a way to cause her pain.
Charlotte lets out a blood-curdling scream, and he tosses it to the side as blood flows from the chunk now missing.
“Go ahead and take that gun she gave you and shoot yourself afterward,” he tells me. “Because it won’t matter that you’re too much of a coward to kill her. She’ll never be the same after I’m done.” Then he begins to rape my wife.
She’s screaming and sobbing. So loud, that I hear her even over the ringing in my ears. I look down at the gun they gave me that was knocked out of my hands. It’s close enough to reach if I could move. I could have killed Hudson instead of Isabella. But I guarantee there’s only one bullet in that gun. The one they wanted me to use on Charlotte, and I wasted it on her bitch of a mom. If I killed him, they would have killed me. And I can’t die. She’s going to need me after this. Now more than ever.
“Hai-dyn.” She sobs, and a lump forms in my throat while he pins the side of her face down into the mud.
I’m sorry, doll face.
Hudson grunts, pushing deep inside her, and comes. He gets to his feet and laughs down at her as she holds her eyes tightly shut, gasping for breath.
“Next,” her mother calls out, and another man falls to his knees. She fights the rope that’s got her tied in place. “It’s just sex, dear,” her mother tells her. “We’ve all been through this. It will make you stronger.”
“Ple-ease,” she begs, and it kills me. “Haidyn, stop them…help me!”
I’m sorry.
She closes her bloodshot eyes, unable to look at me. They’re doing this to her because of me. It’s about torturing me. My wife is innocent and was never given all the facts about the life she thought she wanted.
I’ve betrayed her. I’ve failed at the one thing I told her I’d do-protect her. Instead, I’m allowing men to line up and rape her like an offering to the Lords while I lay on the ground unable to move and forced to watch it happen. To remind me that I have no say in what happens to her. She belongs to them now, and they’re going to do whatever they want.
When the last guy is done, Hudson throws the knife down, and it lands blade down in the mud next to her head. Everyone leaves us alone out by the fence, and I’m finally able to move again.
I crawl to her, grabbing the knife and cut the rope that binds her wrists behind her bent knees. Then I pick her up and take her straight inside to a bathroom, where I lay her in the tub. I start the water and set the drain.
She’s covered in dirt and blood. She’s bleeding in multiple places-wrists, ankles, and her neck where she fought the barbed wire. Her ass where Hudson removed her brand. I turn to the cabinets and yank them up, slamming them shut. I find three washcloths and duct tape. I wrap one around each of her wrists as tightly as I can and then place the tape around each one, making sure the washcloths stay in place to help stop the bleeding and not to get wet while she’s in the tub. Then I fold the last one and place it around her bleeding neck, holding it tightly to her throat.
My eyes go to hers and see they’re dead, lifeless. There’s nothing there. Those dark blue-sapphire eyes that I fell in love with no longer exist. She stopped crying during the third guy and shut down. Went numb.