My eyes droop as I begin to drool, and that’s when Avery begins to panic.
“Maybe they won’t notice,” she says, biting her lip.
“It doesn’t matter because they’re set to arrive now. Winnie, pick her up and let’s go. We can all admit she’s been a pain in the ass,” Tina says, heading out of the bathroom.
Yes, I’m very sorry I wouldn’t roll over and let you sell me. My snarky comments are in my mind as my head flops back to stare at the world while it passes upside down. I feel lightheaded and dizzy, but I can’t lift my head to fix it.
“Can I help strap her to the table?” Avery asks excitedly. Nothing seems to dull her sparkle, and I desperately want to.
I can’t talk because my tongue is swollen as I have a reaction from her experiments, and my muscles feel like jelly, keeping me from being able to fight despite my bound arms and legs.
“Yes, Miss,” Winnie and Tina say together. They may work for her, but they seem to know how to manage her.
I can’t see where we’re going since I can’t move my neck as Winnie carries me, and he drops me unceremoniously on top of some kind of contraption with a flat space for my back or stomach. It also has places to strap my arms and legs down, and Avery and her minion struggle to get my limbs in place after they cut my zip ties.
My cheek is pressed to the leather as I half kneel, half lay on this thing, and I can hear Tina talking from wherever she ran off to.
“Welcome, gentlemen. We have an array of knives for you, though we did state earlier you could bring your own.”
The flick of a switchblade opening makes my breaths come faster, and I know this is going to be really, really bad.
“The bed is fully adjustable. You can move it up, move her arms and legs, whatever is needed,” Tina drones on in a chipper voice.
She sounds more as if she’s selling a house rather than a person.
A chilled sweat begins to appear on my hairline as Tina speaks, and I know no one is going to find me. I can feel the ring my pack gave me sitting heavily on my finger, and I whisper to them that I love them in my mind.
Words refuse to come out of my mouth as chairs are pulled up around me, and the clatter of something on a tray is pulled close. I’m up off the ground, and can see a man’s belt as he fists my hair and lifts my head.
“You were a very expensive little whore,” he grunts. “Let's see how well you suck my dick while you scream.”
As if the men sitting around me were waiting for their cue, they all stab me. My back, side, ass cheeks, anywhere they can reach is at their mercy. The alpha in front of me yanks my head back so he can spit in my mouth when I scream. The musclerelaxants keep me pliable, but they do not protect me from the blinding pain that hits my nerve endings.
The scents of road kill, pickles, rubber, and other noxious smells overwhelm my senses as I gag. And the alpha holding my head unzips his slacks as he watches as drool and spit escape past my lips and down my chin.
“You’re going to be fun,” he chuckles, pulling out his dick. His blonde hair is short and spiked, and he’s in his mid fifties. Men like this remind me of my father in a way. They have too much power, and not enough sense. His icy blue eyes lift behind me, and he grins wider. “Want to do the honors?”
A slap across my ass warns me there’s someone directly behind me, and the motorized table spreads my thighs further so he can step between them. There’s no way to fight it since I’m strapped down to the table, and even if I wasn’t, Avery made sure I couldn’t.
The unbuckling of the man’s belt behind me is loud, and one of the men at the table drags the flat of his blade through the blood staining my skin due to my wounds before stabbing me again. The men talk to each other as if I’m just a normal Saturday night poker game with the guys, and one of them digs something that feels like a thin blade into my skin to make his own fucked up drawings.
None of them care that I’m a person with a pack who loves her, or that I don’t want to be here. My vocal cords don’t work well enough to beg even if I was inclined to, yet my screams are wordless and shrill as the men play with my life. The point is to use and toy with me until I die.
A heavy cock slaps my ass hard, and fear nestles even deeper into my soul. There’s no help coming, no one is going to stop this, and I can hear Avery whispering furiously to Tina about wanting to watch somewhere in the room.
I swore when I killed my family I would never have to endure someone else’s touch, yet my father is making me a liar. From his fiery grave, he is laughing his ass off because he’s responsible for this.
Tears finally begin to escape my eyes as the blonde alpha snorts cruelly, his thumbs spreading the liquid over my cheeks.
“Somehow, I hoped you’d cry. We haven’t even started yet, baby,” he murmurs. “We’re gonna fuck you real good. Just you wait.”
The crown of a cock pushes against my asshole, and somehow that manages an attempt to squeeze tightly to keep it out.
“I think we have a broken omega,” the man mutters as he spits on my asshole. “Why isn’t she slicking?”
“Sir, blood works just as well,” Tina calls out. “From the look of it, she seems to have an abundance for you to use. Unfortunately, not all omegas slick when they’re raped.”
“Do you have anything to make her want it?” he asks.
