Before I can even react, a large hand is taking hold of my face, jerking it upward until I’m gazing directly at Ray. “Exactly how I want you. Crying at my feet.” He sticks out his tongue running it up the length of my cheek, collecting what I now know are tears and not sweat falling onto my hand.
I shudder at his touch but he doesn’t stop there. He presses his mouth to mine, forcing his tongue against my lips until he pries them open, darting inside my mouth. I try to push him away but he’s too strong and overpowers me.
My first kiss.
Tarnished. Just like everything else in my life. It wasn’t some magical event like I dreamed it would be with an explosion of fireworks and the legendary foot pop you see in movies. It was rough and taken without my permission. Now that moment is lost and I can never get it back.
“Delicious, I can’t wait until you’re crying while I fuck you. Nice and rough. Just how I like it, Sweetmeat.”
He lets go of me and I close my eyes, holding back the tears that want to spill. I don’t want to see the smug satisfaction on his face at causing me to cry.
“Stop playing with the toy while we eat.” Miles’ deep, collected voice drifts to my ears. “There will be time for that later. I had an interesting call from her father today.”
“Really? What did he want, more money? It’s not like he has another daughter we want,” Elliot says smugly, an evil laugh erupting at the end that has shivers running down my spine.
My ears perk up. He’s had a change of heart. My dad has finally realized that selling his daughter is insane. That there was no way he could get away with it long term.
“Well, that and he wanted to let me know something else. Seems the son reached out to him when he couldn’t get ahold of River. He wanted to warn me he might be trouble,” Miles states calmly as he meticulously cuts his meat, before stabbing a piece of roast and lifting it to his mouth.
“Did her douchebag father tell him where she is? Are we able to have a little more fun?” Ray bounces in his seat, his face lit up with excitement.
“He told her brother that River broke her phone, but the asshole doesn’t know if he believed it,” Miles says after swallowing his food.
“Let her brother come. I’ll rip his heart out of his chest and then fuck our omega with his blood on my hands. I’ll even be sure to rub her clit, making sure she comes with his blood on it.”
I gag. Then a mixture of anger and fear overtakes me, weaving its way through my brain until it’s all I can think about. As much as I want him to come home, find and rescue me, I’m scared for his life. I know if he comes here, these three psychopaths will kill him. And that would be my fault.
They continue to talk but I tune it out as I push the food on my plate around with my fingers. I don’t want to eat. I can’t. But I need to look like I am.
“You played with your food. It’s your loss. Instead of going to bed with a full stomach, you’ll be hungry.” Miles takes my chains from Ray and leads me back to my room. His speed is one that I don’t feel like I have to run to keep up with him.
Entering the room, I feel nothing but emptiness. I need to feel something. To have something other than this to feel.
“I suggest you get your rest.” Miles doesn’t have an iota of compassion in his words.
“Um, can I ask you for something?” My voice cracks, but this is my chance.
“Of course.” He pauses, the corner of his mouth curving upward. “Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
“Can I get a razor? I need to umm…shave my legs,” I whisper.
My heart races at the risk of even asking, but I can’t stop myself. I don’t care if he believes me. I just need something sharp, something I can control, even if it’s only for a second.
He smirks, his hands slipping into his pockets as he steps over to where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Do I look dumb?” he asks.
I can’t form the words to answer, so I shake my head.
“Do you think when you were undressed that the scars weren’t noticed? Or that we haven’t seen you rubbing the tips of your fingers over them?”
My eyes open wide. What the hell.
He laughs. A mocking, condescending laugh. “Omega, never doubt our eyes are always on you.” Miles turns his head and I follow his gaze up to the corner of the room, at the camera I never noticed was there. He turns and looks back my way and up toward the ceiling. Another camera. “There’s nothing you do that we don’t know about. This one time I’ll be generous and answer. No.” With that final shattering word he turns and leaves.
“AHHHHHHHH,” I scream before flinging my body backward onto the mattress.
I roll over, pulling my knees up to my chest and cry. For the life I had. The one I should’ve had and what it’s going to be. I cry for Storm. My brother. The only man I’ve ever loved. And now I’ve lost him too. With Dad, crying was the end of it. The punishment, the silence, the bruises to cover. With them, crying feels like the beginning. And that terrifies me more than anything.
