Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
203. Olivia - Shopping II

As we head over to the clothes section more people seem to notice me, making me nervous. I hate when I'm the center of attention. It makes me anxious. My heart starts beating faster. If only I had drugs right now. I want to go home but the thought of mentioning this to Tyson and Rueben makes me even more nervous. Years of living in the Celestial Heaven took a toll on me.

It doesn't take long for me to have the impression that everyone is looking at me, while laughing and gossiping about me. I try to scratch the stitches on my right arm, but the jacket sleeve prevents me from harming myself. Tyson puts his arm around my shoulders while Rueben places a palm on my lower back. The heat emanating from them is comforting. My heartbeats slow down. My arms wrap around me.

It shouldn't feel like this, not after what they did to me, but right now, it almost feels like they are...protecting me. I lean my head against Tyson and I brace myself for him to yell at me, but he takes me by surprise when he asks, “What's wrong?"

He doesn't care. He is just asking so he can use my weaknesses against me. "Too many people," I reply.

"We'll be quick about it," Rueben says next. Then, in a more clipped voice, he adds, "It's not like we have all day for you to find something to wear that won't make you look like a slut.”

I guess the sugar didn't work out as I expected. Reuben is still an ass. He is beyond any help. I need to find more of those free candy baskets. Maybe if he eats enough of them, he will get diabetes and die. Or maybe he will choke on one of them and die.

We finally get to where the clothes are. I stop in front of a rack with skirts and wait.

"What now? Aren't these clothes good enough for you?" Tyson snarls.

I frown. “I thought you would pick out what I'll be wearing.”

Tyson mutters something under his breath. "Come on, Rueben. The bitch can't even pick a few rags to put on."

While they look for ‘rags,' I go hunt for more candies. Tyson likes kimchi, Ansel chocolate bars, and Rueben candies. I don't expect to find kimchi or chocolate here, but I'll work with what I can get my hands on. I only need to learn what Jasper and Mose's favorite snacks are.

Some minutes later, I return to the skirt rack and having nothing better to do, I take a few out and look at them.

"See anything you like?" Tyson's voice suddenly comes from behind me, making me jump to the side.

"You scared me,” I huff as I try to put the skirts back on the rack.

Tyson puts his palm on top of my hand, and I still. "Try them on." He sounds...raspy.

"Too short for my taste,” I say. I pick out a long one. "I like this one better.”

Giving me the clothes he picked out for me, Tyson says, "There's a fitting room at the back. Take the short skirts as well and let's go."

Not wanting Tyson to have a tantrum in the middle of the store, I take some short skirts together with a few long ones and follow him to the fitting room. Rueben is already there, waiting for us. A pile of clothes is on a chair next to him. Upon seeing the long skirts, he laughs. "Don't pretend to be modest after you've had half of Veross City between your legs."

Tyson pulls the curtain shut. "You forget she always liked to dress modestly. And lower your voice. I don't want the employees to know the three of us are in here." To me, he says, "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes." Remembering that Tyson is disgusted by my body, I ask, “Can't you two wait outside?"

"Come on, bitch, didn't you hear we are in a hurry!" Tyson snarls.

Taking a deep breath, I get naked.

Rueben passes me a blouse that has food stains. "Try this one first.”

Dirty clothes always give me the ick, but beggars can't be choosers. I try them on, without any complaint, everything that Rueben gives me. Unsurprisingly, each item has stains or holes which can be easily fixed with a needle and thread— but I doubt that I can do something about the other.

It crosses my mind that Rueben and Tyson purposefully picked up only dirty clothes, but with what purpose? To get some reaction from me? Well, if that's the case, then I'll give them one.

"We'll take everything that fits you,” Rueben says when I'm done putting on all the clothes he gave me.

I tilt my head to the side. "Perfect. We are in dire need of rags to clean the house. Especially the kitchen."

Rueben grabs me by my neck. "You will wear everything we buy for you.”

I pick up a pair of jeans and bring it close to our faces. "Sure thing. But I wonder what the stains on the back pocket are. Maybe from some guy who was rubbing his dick against the butt of the previous owner of these jeans until he came all over them."

Tyson rips the jeans from my hands and throws them on the floor. "You are not wearing that.” He gives me one of the long skirts I brought with me. "You are yet to try this one." Rueben squeezes my neck even harder, cutting my airflow.

"Do it," I encourage him. "Break my neck."

An evil grin spreads across Rueben's face. “Not until videos of you being used by my blood-brothers and me are all over the internet and your daddy dear is not a Senator anymore." He shoves me into Tyson's chest before leaving.

I let out a breath of relief before remembering Tyson is worse than Rueben. But much to my surprise, Tyson says, “Let's see if the clothes I picked out for you are better than the ones Rueben chose."

This is going to be a long day.

There are more clothes on another chair but Tyson stands in front of it preventing me from seeing them. He chooses a floral dress and gives it to me. It appears to be in perfect condition. I put it on and it fits me... e...perfectly. "Look in the mirror and tell me if you like it."