We built some really good memories while they were alive. Now, they only exist in my mind.
My heart pounds as I fight against the claustrophobic suspicion that the ground is pressing down around me and the knowledge that I’m in this tiny cage. I’m caught…again.
How many times can an omega fucking get kidnapped?!
I can hear clicking heels somewhere nearby, and my anxiety ratchets up even higher. My memories get clearer with each step, and I remember how I went for a piss at the restroom, and while I waited outside for Cass and Winter, things went pear shaped. The line was insanely long for the women’s side, so I knew I’d be waiting for a while. People were moving in and out of the restrooms while I leaned against a stone column, going about their business.
I thought nothing of the press of bodies, right up until a needle slid into my throat. The coolness as it slid through my veins made me stumble, and a strong arm banded around my chest to keep me upright.
The sedative worked too well on me, and everything felt heavy around me as I batted my arm around to get away.
I heard Jake’s voice tell people I’d had too much to drink, the betrayal hitting me harder than the sedative that made me more pliable. My body wouldn’t work right. I couldn’t fight, and as soon as we got further away from the crowd, a blow to my temple erased any possibility of escape as I passed out.
God, the guys have to be freaking out, and I don’t know if Madam Clara took Cassidy too. I’d recognize those footsteps anywhere, and it’s no surprise to me as she walks into the room.
The bitch appears the same as always with her perfect skirt suit and heels, and I swear I want to stab her in the temple with the goddamned weapons on her feet.
“Good, you’re awake,” she drawls. “I think the girls had too high of a dose. They’re still asleep. That’s not an issue, though. It’ll give us time to chat.”
Pushing myself up so I’m hunching in a sitting position in the cage, I glare at her warily. I keep my thoughts to myself, because the only one Madam Clara typically wants to hear speak is herself.
She has high standards for the bullshit she puts out into the world, so I’ll allow her to speak. Besides, it’s not like I can do much about it. I’m not even fucking wearing underwear, so I keep my legs closed to hide myself as I remain silent. At least the cold is helping me out here.
“Still the strong and silent type?” she muses, her hand moving from behind her body to show a rod with prongs on it.
Great, more electric shocks. Could she maybe get something new? I’m already bored.
Madam Clara obviously has a plan, and it involves us living. I have no issues making sure her attention is aimed at me for as long as possible. The longer she ignores Winter, the better.
“What would you like to know?” I ask, coughing slightly at how dry my mouth is. Now that I’m sitting up, I can also admit that my brain feels as if it’s been rattled around and then put through a blender.
It’s not a pleasant feeling.
“There are bites on your body,” she sneers. “Honestly, are you and your sister that needy that you packed up with the first alphas who would have you? You’re only making this harder on yourself.”
“When they were handing out jobs in elementary school, and asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up, was a raging cunt the one you got?” I ask without thinking.
Madam Clara’s fingers press against the electrical prod so hard that they go bloodless, while I widen my eyes in innocence.
What? It’s a good question.
“Everyone else sells omegas, or needs them for their businesses. Don’t make me the villain by contributing to society,” she mutters. “Someone released my omegas, and they all ran away. I know you’ll make me really good money, especially if I turn the auction into a performance. I’ve been learning a lot from my new friend.”
A woman who may only be a little older than me walks quickly out into the room. She has long black hair back in a braid, and she’s wearing cargo pants with a sweater zipped up. It must be nice to be able to wear comfy clothes, huh?
“I really should have filled the syringes with the sedative. I don’t trust your men with dosages,” she complains to Madam Clara. “There’s no one for me to play with.”
“He’s awake,” Clara says, pressing the rod against the wall of my prison so it snaps with electricity.
I can’t help flinching as she does it, as I know exactly how much touching these walls hurt.
“I prefer women,” the unknown woman sniffs. “They’re more fun to break.”
Looking for the bond, I can feel that Winter is still asleep, and I can’t help but beg for her to continue the way she is.
“It’s too damn bad,” Madam Clara snarls. “Can you or can’t you break the bonds he clearly has?”
“Break? You can’t break them,” I scoff. “They’re forever.”
