All I could do was shakemy head. I tried to move away but the second alpha caught me under the arm. The force shocked me nearly senseless. I could only yell incoherently.
“Where’re you going?” Bish teased.
The third alpha came along my other side and gripped my upper arm. “Yeah. You’re not trying to run, are you?”
Bish smiled. “Don’t be so frightened, little one.” He reached out and traced my jawline. “Did Malin rent you? For how long? Is he fucking you?”
Words crawled up my throat like bile. “Let go of me.”
“Why? You don’t have the right to even ask that of us.” Bish’s finger reached my chin and he scratched his nail over the skin. “Where is Malin anyway?”
“None of your business.”
Bish smacked me lightly with his palm. “Don’t talk to me like that. Did you do something to him?” He grabbed my chin. “Because if you did, you know what’s going to happen to you, right?”
A sudden cold wind blew briskly over the eaves. I shuddered.
“Look at him,” the second alpha said. “He’s guilty. He’s done something.”
“Yeah. He was a fuck up at my party, too, from what I heard,” Bish replied.
I tried to yank my arms away from the alphas holding me. Something came over me, an inner strength that surprised me, and I stomped the left guy’s foot and tried to shove the other with my elbow.
They yanked me back and forth between them. I began to yell at the top of my lungs. All I had free were my legs and I blindly kicked out with them.
I heard laughing. Saw smug faces. I lost my balance and almost went down but they held me up, their strength far beyond mine.
I yelled again, higher, screaming. But who would hear me? Malin didn’t have close by neighbors.
“Shut up.” Something hit my mouth.
I reeled, the pain immediately forgotten as I realized the kind of danger I really was in now. I screamed again, using my voice as a weapon. Tears filled my eyes. I felt myself half-lifted, half-dragged off the patio and onto the lawn.
“Get him over by the trees,” Bish commanded.
“He won’t shut up,” another said.
I screamed with every breath when I realized they hated the sound, using my voice as a weapon. Turning my head, I tried to bite alpha number two. His fist hit my temple and I lolled in their grasp.
“Stop, stop!” I screamed.
“Why the trees?” the third alpha asked.
“We can tie him up to one with his own clothes,” Bish replied.
My breaths came fast and short. Between screams, I began to sob. The air chilled against my wet cheeks. I didn’t want to think about what they were planning. I had no control. It was like being back at Brimstone, maybe worse.
I dug in my heels and tried to make myself as heavy as possible. When they lifted me, I flailed my legs hoping to hit something, anything.
I screamed again when I saw Bish moving toward me and taking off his belt. Was he going to strip? Make the other two hold me down?
Instead of that, he grabbed my legs and fastened the belt around them, tightening it until I wailed in pain.
“That’s what little sets get when they fight,” he snarled.
He lifted my legs over one of his shoulders and together all three of them carried me, screaming and sobbing, toward the trees. I undulated and wiggled to make it as difficult as possible for them, but I was still being carried away.
What would happen when they were done with me? Would they dispose of me? Would Malin ever know what happened?
