If he was serviced properly tonight, he might still make it. One glance told me no one was bidding on him.
Fuck it.
I fished the bidding cards out of my back pocket, lifted the middle one, and pointed to the Hannibal boy. Workwouldn’t cover this high a bid, but I didn’t care. I had to do this.
“Well, well, well—someone finally decided to take the challenge,” the announcer boomed. Suddenly, every eye in the room was on me.
Shit. I was not supposed to draw attention to myself.
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral.
“Will anyone up the bid? Going once… going twice… sold!”
I heaved a sigh of relief.
A security male gripped the back of the standing trap and wheeled my omega through the open gate and between the horny alphas. Hannibal boy thrashed to the utter amusement of the gathered, his frantic growling muffled. Was there a gag underneath the mask? Fuck.
I had to keep my head in the game.
“Room eleven,” I said to the male escorting my purchase.
I had it booked in hopes that Snake would use his regular room ten, making it easier for me to get to him when I had the chance.
“The room stays closed until seven in the morning.” The male wheeled my omega into a spacious suite with a king size bed in the middle. “Unless you need medical attention, these doors won’t open. If you need a doctor, pull the red string next to the bed. It will initiate cameras in the room for assessment, and someone will be sent toyou, if necessary. You will not leave this room unless you need to go to the hospital. Understood?”
“What about the omega?” I glanced at the scratches all over his body and the open scabs on his knees.
“He’s yours to deal with and do as you please. You bought him. You take care of him,” the male said in a deadpan voice. “Medical emergencies apply to alphas only.”
Three males barged into the room and lined up with military precision. “Mr. Zex sent us to secure the omega to the bed.”
I opened my mouth to protest, then remembered that I shouldn’t defy directions from the organizer of the event and owner of this building. Instead, I nodded and tried not to flinch with horror as one of the males stabbed the omega with a syringe until the boy passed out.
“Quick. It only lasts five minutes.” The male worked the thick straps open, and his colleagues helped him.
The three of them hoisted the omega onto the bed, face first, ogling his pert, round ass as they did it. “How do you want him?”
“Get out, I’ll strap him myself.” I inhaled deeply and nodded. “Thank you. I’ll take it from here.”
The rowdy bunch’s sniggering cut off as they slammed the soundproofed door closed. The click of locks being engaged echoed through the room before it fell eerily silent.
I had minutes to spare.
Part One
Imade quick work of pulling the omega’s shorts off and strapping his parted legs to steel-reinforced leather cuffs attached to chains bolted to the floor. His wrists fit into similar cuffs with a chain, but I locked his hands together so I’d be able to flip him over later by only freeing his legs.
He was secured. Just in time. The omega snapped his head to the side, looked at me with that crazed gaze of his, and screamed into the gag.
The chains rattled as he writhed like he’d been zapped by a cattle prod. The straps of the Hannibal contraption on his face dug into his cheeks.
“Shhh… stay still and I’ll take your mask off,” I said loud enough to break through his shriek.
He didn’t stop moving.
Well, fuck.
The bed dipped only slightly when I climbed it. Straddling his lower back, I held him down by the neck with one hand and worked the straps of the mask with the other. I let go of him and, using the momentum of his flailing, I slid the mask off.
