Abbott’s hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my temples.
“You don’t have to tell me the details, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Let’s play a game. Tell me what parts of his body have hurt you the most, and I’ll make sure to take care of it.”
My lashes brush my cheeks as I take in a breath, thinking about the pain I’d feel when the alpha used to touch me. While it’s hazy, I remember the way his fingers would bruise my hipbones as he’d pin me to the leather table set up.
“His fingers,” I rasp.
The sound of a strangled scream follows the sound of a snapping finger bone, but I keep my eyes on Abbott.
“That’s a good girl,” he croons, making me feel warmth in my stomach as I whimper. “What else?”
“His belt around my throat,” I remember. “He didn’t like hearing me cry.”
The sound of a belt being pulled through pant loops makes me gasp, but Abbott’s patient brown eyes hold me captive. It’s as if he’s holding me under a spell, even as he gets blurry from the tears threatening to spill over. I don’t want to get pulled under by the fear I felt whenever I had to go to the private rooms.
I can’t even tell you how often it was since time is a fuzzy construct for me.
“No, fuck!” Gurgling meets my ears, yet it still doesn’t scare me. The fear lives in the memories of abuse instead. I allow myself to get lost in the flecks of green in Abbott’s brown eyes.
“What else, baby?” Abbott asks, moving to rub his nose against mine. “Let us make it better. Shi, Cassidy, and Ansel will fix it while you talk to me.”
I believe him. As skittish as I am about how quickly things have moved, I believe they will make the alpha hanging from the exposed ceiling beams into a skid mark reflecting his shame.
“There was never any lube used, and my body couldn’t create any slick without being alpha barked for some reason in those private rooms. I was too scared because Bell wasn’t with me,” I breathe. “I need him.”
“I know, baby girl.”
Abbott’s thumbs swipe away my tears, and he sticks one in his mouth to suck on it. His eyes roll at the salty flavor of my tears, his lips curving in vengeful pride for what’s about to happen next.
“This is going to be more fun for me than you,” Cassidy murmurs.
Despite the belt I’m sure is wrapped around the ballsack’s throat who hurt me, I still hear a scream. Abbott’s lips move to my ear, kissing me there before speaking.
“Cassidy likes to fuck me with her strap on, but there’s always lube and consent. She enjoys ruining rapists’ assholes with steel poles and zero lubrication. Though, Cass just got a huge dildo that Shi hammered nails in for her. She’s deciding which one to use now,” he confesses. “See the difference?”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm,” Abbott says, his lips twitching in amusement. “That’s the point.”
“How do you know if you’re not watching?” I ask.
“There’s a mirror behind you,” he says. “No, no. Don’t look. Now tell me what they should do next, sweetheart. Should Bellamy smash this guy’s feet? His name is Clyde Dankworth. Kind of an unfortunate name, huh?”
I nod as he speaks, before realizing I have a pressing question to respond to.
“I’m going to go with the dildo,” I hear Cassidy decide.
My ass clenches as I hear her grunt as she shoves it inside Clyde’s asshole. I hope he never plans to shit again. Cassidy is ruining that alpha’s insides.
Bellamy?
“Yes, Beloved,” he grunts. “I think a mallet will work to break his feet. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, feeling powerful as Clyde makes more uncomfortable sounds, and his body is steadily destroyed.
“It feels good to take back your power, doesn’t it? You are not a victim, Winter,” Abbott says. “There’s so much sweetness inside of you. Don’t let this taint that, but you deserve your pound of flesh.”
I nod to show I understand, and his nose flares as my pussy begins to slick. It’s a surprise to me as much as it is to him, and I shouldn’t ever want to have sex with anyone but Bellamy again.
