“Let him. Do you really think I, or my brothers, are scared?” He holds up his hands, shaking them, morphing his expression into shock. “Look at me, I'm shaking in my boots. The big bad alpha brother is going to come and kill us all.”
I scoot further away from him, willing the bones in my ankles to break so I can escape the cuffs confining them.
“Aww, why are you acting like you don’t want to be near me?” He whines, his hand moving faster than me, gripping my bare thigh tightly, his nails digging into my flesh.
The pain hits me instantly, and I whimper, biting on my lip to keep from screaming. “Let go. You’re hurting me,” I beg, hating that I’m doing it.
He sneers. “Pain.” His head falls back as a deep, rumbling laugh bursts from him. It’s not just an opinion; this man is fucking deranged. “Oh, you haven’t seen or felt pain yet. I told my brothers it would be fun breaking you. Making you so broken until you submit to us, begging at our feet to take our knots.”
Gritting my teeth, I dig deep inside myself for the strength to prove this monster wrong. “I will never submit to you or them. I’ll die before I take your knot.”
He doesn’t speak at first. Instead, he glares at me with cold, vacant eyes. The next thing I know, I’m moving through the air as he takes hold of my body and flips me over his lap. His hands lay firmly against my back, holding me in place as I fight back, squirming to get away from him.
“Sweetmeat, kill yourself and I’ll fuck the life back into you.” He pulls up my shirt, the cool air hitting my bare skin. I fighteven harder, but I’m no match for his strength. Then I feel it. A hard mass digging into my stomach.
I know this game already. Pain, humiliation, it’s just another language of control. My father spoke it fluently. But with them, I refuse to translate. If I give him my fear now, I’ll never get it back. So I set my jaw and wait for the first blow.
The fucker has a hard-on.
The first smack cracks through the room, hot and biting. Pain flares against my ass, but instead of crying, I grind my teeth together.So that’s how it’s going to be? Fine. Hit me. See if I care. When I break free from this place, and mark my words I will, I’ll end your miserable life.
The second strike hits harder, as searing heat spreads. My body jolts, and the asshole laughs smugly.
He thinks this will break me? Pathetic. I’ve taken worse. My father’s done worse.
Nights spent curled on the floor, his belt leaving lines I had to cover with long sleeves. Crying never helped. Fighting never helped. Silence was the only shield I had then. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll be the one I use now.
“Such a bad omega. This is just a taste of what you have coming.”
Another sharp crack whooshes through the air, hitting me firmly on my backside. His hand stings, the pain unrelenting.
I won’t give you a sound. Not a cry, not a word. You’ll never hear me beg, again.
I recite the words over and over to myself, imagining that I’m saying them to him. My fists clench so tightly my knuckles turn white and ache, my nails biting crescents into my palms.
Every strike he makes is deliberate, and cruel. My breath hitches from the pain. I clench my jaw, pressing my eyes firmly together, holding back the tears.
Go ahead. Keep swinging. Every one just proves how weak you are, needing to beat on a female smaller than yourself to feel strong.
His punishment drags on, each smack a fresh wave of building anger and resolve that I will escape from this, one way or the other.
They want to see me crumble? But they’ll die waiting. I will never break—not for him, not for any of them.
He shoves me off his lap and I fall onto the floor, landing right on my very painful ass. I have to fight back the scream that wants to burst from me as he stands up and glares down at me with eyes full of darkness and despair.
“That’s enough for now. I came up here to tell you it’s time for dinner.”
Just the mere mention of food suddenly has my stomach growling. I don’t even know what time it is now.
“I’m not hungry,” I blurt adamantly. It’s a lie, but I don’t fucking care. The less time I have to be around them, the better it is for me.
“I wasn’t asking. Now get up from the fucking floor.”
My body stays frozen, not budging an inch. He grunts in annoyance just before reaching down and grasping my arm, all but dragging me across the floor. He only pauses long enough to unhook the chain from the hook.
“Stop,” I scream.
He halts, causing me to stumble into his back, and I let out a harumph. “If you’re going to force me to eat with the three of you, at least let me fucking walk. I’m not a damn dog.”
