There would be pain. There would be tears. There would be tests of my training like no other time before.
Dropping my head to my chin, I breathed in deep. I forced my body to relax so the hits that would connect with my body wouldn’t hurt so badly. I forced each breath deep, waiting.
I wasn’t sure if waiting was a worse type of torture than the Alpha just getting started already.
Why take his time? Why not just get it all done and over with already?
I wanted to black out. I wanted to be anywhere but here.
“It’s almost a shame the other Alpha didn’t mark you.” I didn’t jerk this time as a hand landed on my neck. The fingers of this Alpha squeezed tightly, reminding me that he had the power. “I’d have loved to mark over them, bit by bit. But oh well. I will still mark you, claim you, as mine. Because from now on, you will bemine. Mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to be served to.”
I gulped as my head was pulled back by a handful of hair. The force was so powerful, so rough, that my head snapped backward, spine arching with the motion.
My breath caught. Not from pain, though it was there, sharp and immediate, but from the sudden loss of control.
I stared at the ceiling, eyes wide, throat exposed. Vulnerable. Exactly how he wanted me.
I didn’t speak. Didn’t resist.
Not like I could do anything with being tied to an X.
I blinked back tears, waiting. Always waiting.
This Alpha was rough, but today was worse. His anger and jealousy rolled off of him in waves.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” It was a promise. Dark and filled with nothing good.
He forced my head back to where it hung to my chest. I breathed as well as I could as he gave me another good shove before stepping back.
Then, with no warning, something whistled through the air. I felt the air move right before a strike hit my back, leaving a fiery pain behind.
It took everything in me to not grunt, to not cry out in surprise, even as my body tried to shy away from the tool. It didn’t do anything, as another strike hit again.
And again.
And again.
Each leaving a fiery trail in its wake. Each mark burning, as though he was using real flames against my back.
As tears clouded my vision, I breathed through each hit. I breathed as shallow as my lungs allowed, keeping every sound, every grunt, inside.
My mind screamed with each passing second.
At some point, the Alpha stopped long enough to jerk himself off, coating my backside with his cum. It was warm and sticky, and I took a breather, still strung up like a lamb for slaughter.
But that few minutes was the only reprieve I got. A simple maybe five minutes, if that.
The Alpha switched tools, his words going in one ear at the other as he talked about how displeased he was about my behavior, even though I was doing exactly what he wanted; exactly what I was trained to do.
The next object he used against me was similar, but the tassels were harder with spikes or needles. Each hit dug into my skin, scratching more than just the surface.
I lost the battle after the third hit, tears falling from my eyes and down my face. Snot followed.
By the fourth hit, I couldn’t stop a cry from coming from my lungs.
My entire back was on fire. My skin burning from the inside out.
“Shut up, Omega.” The order was shouted, out of breath by the Alpha.
