Marcel keeps the gun trained on me while Edgar slides his hands under Blue’s knees and back, lifts him along with Blue’s breastplate.
The sight of another alpha touching my omega makes my guts twist painfully.
Fuck, this is going to be a more horrible experience than I ever expected. The insane scenario I myself set into motion…
I let out a low, long howl as Edgar carries Blue toward the table with the tools, apparently deciding that it is the best place to carry it out.
Every nerve in my body pulls tight, and I bare my teeth at Marcel, but I have my role to play.
"You’re an omega. And you’re fine with another omega being hurt like this?"
Marcel bursts into wild laughter.
"Edgar will be the least of his problems. There are twelve NFH combatants behind that door waiting for their turn. Once we connect to central, this will be broadcast on all channels, to boost morale for all NFH supporters and fighters. They will finally see real effectiveness, and I will deliver it. Me!"
He smiles wide, but there is a manic, unhinged glint in his eyes.
I struggle with the violent surge of anger building inside me, as I see Edgar leaning over Blue. The situation is becoming nerve-racking.
And yet the echo of my plan is still ringing in my mind. Is it possible this will unfold the way I saw it in that split-second glimpse?
For now, I need to continue.
"You really kidnapped Blue to stage a gang rape? You’re a monster, Marcel. A sick monster!"
For a split second, something flickers across Marcel’s face, a slight tic. He raises his hand and rubs his eyes, then clenches his jaw again.
"Shut up," he growls.
The words Blue once told me ring in my head one more time, that he cannot be raped, that no one can have sex with him without his consent, whatever that actually means.
For this precise reason, I can't let them notice anything strange in my behavior. I must act like I’m Blue’s faithful defender.
Marcel shakes his head and suddenly blurts out,
"He’s the monster, not me. He runs controversial initiatives…"
"All of them are voluntary. No one is forced to use them."
"His drugs have side effects…"
"So does aspirin. Everyone knows that, and people still choose to take it, weighing benefits against risks. That appliesto everything, every drug, every vaccine, even every supplement. There is always risk. You just balance gains and losses."
"The bastard’s sitting on a pile of money while so many people are living in poverty…"
"He puts ninety percent of what he earns into aid programs, and he lives in a house no bigger than what a typical middle-class family owns, and he doesn’t even use his jet. He handed it over to an organization that helps omegas…!"
Marcel lets out an irritated huff and looks at me. "I see you’re completely taken with him. Like every alpha, you think with your dick, you’ll justify every shitty thing he does and spin some nice story around it just to get inside him."
"I only did that with you, Marcel. I swallowed your bullshit, but I grew out of that."
Meanwhile Edgar unties Blue’s legs and leans over him, muttering under his breath. "You’re way better looking up close than in all those TV interviews where you look like a robot…" he murmurs as his hand slides over Blue’s face and his fingers catch on his lips.
As I watch the actual contact of his hand with Blue’s naked skin, I can't help it, a furious growl tears out of me as I strain against the ties, "Noooo!"
But the cord holds tight, and Edgar continues, "And your lips are fucking amazing, I’d even say better than Marcel’s," turning his head pointedly toward Marcel, clearly not forgetting the earlier jabs at his intelligence.
Marcel’s mouth twists in anger as he snaps, "Shut the fuck up, Edgar, and get to work."
