It’s a pale pink that flows out at the hips and shows off my breasts. If it were for any other occasion, I’d think it was pretty, something I’d have worn in the past.
But not tonight. Tonight, it’s meant to show off my body to potential buyers.
The knock at my door has me gasping, jumping to my feet. My eyes fly to the door, heart thundering in my chest.
I lick my lips, body trembling as I wait for whoever is on the other side to enter.
“Lex!” I hear my sister’s harsh whisper, and my shoulders relax slightly. “It’s me.”
Rushing over, I throw the door open. Silva stands there, her eyes hard, on guard.
“Is it time?” I ask, my hand moving to my stomach as a knot of unease tightens.
She nods before looking around. “Are you ready?” she whispers.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumble nervously.
Tonight is the night. Not the one Gideon and his goons have prepped us for, but the night we’re taking charge and changing our destiny.
We refuse to be victims any longer. There’s no way we’re going to be sold off to sick, abusive Alphas only to be raped and bred at their will.
We might be forgotten by the real world, but just because we don’t have anyone waiting for us on the outside, doesn't mean we don’t deserve to live our lives the way we want.
We didn’t ask for this, and we sure as fuck aren’t planning on accepting it any longer.
The past few months, my sister and I have been planning an escape with the four other Omegas taken around the same time we were.
The part that has me riddled with guilt is the fact that we can’t save the other girls in this house. We don’t know them, and we don't have access to them.
We don’t have much time to execute this plan as it is, so we definitely don’t have time to run around the house in hopes of getting those girls out.
It breaks my heart, but we can’t risk our own freedom to save the others.
We don’t know if this plan is even going to work.
There are at least three other groups of females. Each group consists of different ages, ranging from eighteen to twenty-one. The latter being our group. I’m not sure how many girls are in this house apart from the six of us, but I’ve seen some of them around the property from my window.
We’re not allowed to interact with the other age groups, and we are sectioned off in different wings of the house.
On certain days, we’re allowed free rein of the property, with the exception of the other girls’ wings, like the kitchen, entertainment room, and the gardens.
It’s not much, but it’s a bit of freedom that keeps us from going insane. Not that the freedom we get is actually in our control.
We’re not allowed to do anything that doesn’t directly help us become better Omegas for our future Alphas.
We can cook, clean, bake, tend to gardens, and learn to mend or sew. Everything you would think a basic Omega housewife would need.
Not that I really see the point, considering the people who are buying us are richer than sin.
We all know we’re meant to be arm candy and used for our bodies, then stashed away in a room when we’re not needed.
These past three years have been hell. No, we weren’t beaten or abused. But we were kidnapped, held against our will, and then forced to change into something we don’t want to be in order to be sold. It’s fucked up. Pure and utter bullshit.
That's why we refuse this fate.
A clock chimes, grabbing our attention.
“It’s time.” Silva looks at me with a grim look in her eyes.
