Strawberry fucking shortcake.
That perfume. That goddamn fucking perfume is driving me crazy.
I was exhausted after the fight I just had, but after catching a whiff of the terrified omega they dragged in, I’m fucking ready for another.
A fight where I pound my fist into the faces of all three motherfuckers.
My eyes narrow at the thought. Sure, my eyes haven’t left the tiny, trembling, pale-skinned omega once, but the last thing I am isprotective.
I’m a selfish bastard through and through.
You have to be to survive in this fucking place as long as I have.
But as I watch Jett backhand the omega so hard her entire body jerks, it takes all the limited self-control I have to bite back a growl.
The other two trainers don’t even bother giving me a second glance after Jett asks them to help with the girl as heslices off her clothes.
I should stay out of it. Keep my mouth shut.
But this is new. Different.
They’ve never done this bullshit before, and I know there’re plenty of other buildings they could violate this omega in, so why are they doing this withmehere?
It has to be that they’re trying to do something.
“What the fuck kind of show is this?” I snarl, unable to keep my mouth shut.
“What, you complaining?” Jett laughs, reaching up and squeezing one of the omega’s perky tits so hard she winces.
The movement actually draws my attention to her body in a way I know I shouldn’t look.
Not because she’s obviously as much of a captive here as I am, based on the collar around her neck, but because I know that her being naked is some sort of tool these motherfuckers are trying to use against me.
“She’s a pretty thing, ain’t she?” Jett laughs, the excitement in his tone after causing her pain obvious.
Anyone who spends thirty seconds in a room with that guy can instantly clock that he’s a sadist.
“Why does it matter?” I say through gritted teeth, every one of her pained winces cutting through my skin worse than the whips they occasionally use to keep me in my place.
But I’m good at ignoring pain, which means I should be good at ignoring her.
Jett just shrugs before one of his disgusting hands reaches between her pale thighs. She lets out a startled sob.
“No! Stop it!” She cries out.
“Shut the fuck?—“
The omega interrupts Jett’s words by vomiting all over his arm and herself.
“You stupid bitch!” Jett roars, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the shock collar remote.
With a single push of a button, the omega’s pained screams echo around the walls around us.
“Fucking disgusting,” Jett growls, still letting the collar shock the girl. “Get the hose. We’ll have to spray her down.”
One of the trainers takes his sweet ass time getting the hose from where it was left, forgotten beside me when they had a more interesting toy to play with. Jett keeps the shock collar running the entire time.
I’m surprised the omega doesn’t pass out from the pain.
