At least my going out saved Diego.
At least my omega has a pack who can protect her.
At least I got to be hers for a brief moment.
I let Auryn’s image fill my psyche as the darkness takes me, and that itself is heaven.
When I wake, it’s to the worst pain I’ve ever felt.
Guess the tranqs wore off…
I scream as I feel a sharpness below my waist. My breath comes in fast as the pain radiates through me, tears prickling my eyes as I suck in a breath.
I try to move my arms, but they are….
Chained. My wrists are buried beneath clamps, and as I move my ankles, I realize they, too, are clamped. I blink, trying to ascertain my surroundings. It looks a lot like Olly’s lab, but not as crisp and clean.
Olly’s lab is bright. It’s always sparkling and shiny because thanks to his fucking OCD, he cleans everything down the atoms.
But this place is…dark. Ominous. And the metallic scent of blood and cum reeks.
I feel that sharp pain again. A blade. Slicing through my sensitive skin. My cock throbs with an ache that has nothing to do with wanting to come and everything to do with the pain that’s radiating within.
My vision sharpens, and I look down, realizing what’s happening. The doc—an older man who looks sinister as all fucking hell—holds a bloody scalpel in his hand, and then I see it. The worst fucking sight I’ll ever see.
My cock lies there, covered in blood. The ring around my base is now nothing but a raw, angry red ring of flesh, and blood is dripping down my shaft.
No…
Oh my God, please no…
I don’t want to look, but I know I have to. My watery eyes glance to the table beside where I’m bound, naked, and bleeding.
The silver pan shimmers, blood spattered along the side, and the sight of my severed skin, my ring, makes me want to throw up.
Tears prickle my eyes, and the angry scream that rips from my throat shakes the windows.
They took my knot. They cut it out of me.
“Give him another round of tranquilizers,” Sneed’s cool voice says, and I realize I’m shaking. The restraints rattle, and my breath is rapid, and I think I’m going to have a literal heart attack.
I probably should. In fact, I pray to whatever God hears me to take me now.
My cock throbs with pain, and the moisture coating me—my blood—is starting to chill.
I don’t fight the needle that slides into my vein. I don’t fight the gloved fingers wrapping my battered cock in gauze. I don’t even fight the darkness, because now I know there are fates worse than death.
Chapter 27
Auryn
The searing pain hits me, and I sit up immediately. Heat ransacks my body, and the pain I feel in my stomach, my groin, is worse than any heat cramp I’ve ever felt. Something iswrong.
I close my eyes, trying to breathe through it, but it’s no use. It’s so much. Too much.
I know this pain isn’t mine.
It’s Emmett’s.
