Chapter 50
Chapter
Fifty
I’ve ended up in a hoodie that smells like blackberries and butterscotch. It’s so big I can pull it over my legs but it does nothing to stop my teeth chattering and my shivering. I’m so fucking cold. I’m pretty sure I need to sit in a bath of hot water for an entire day to stop my bones from aching.
Every now and then the floor under me vibrates like elephants are charging. But it’s not like an earthquake; it’s just the comings and goings of Rex’s entourage.
Despite the blindfold over my eyes, their faces are now burnt into my memory. Their vile, systematic taunting is barbed. I’ve got no idea how long I’ve been here, I really couldn’t say, but it’s been fourteen visits.
The door opens again, but I was already half prepared, their footsteps and voices as they came closer gave them away.
“Fuck me,” one of them laughs, “each fucking time we come in ’ere, she looks so fucking hopeful.”
Their enjoyment of seeing me scared and their disrespect towards me is as obvious as their disgusting scent. Even with my blindfold still on I know there’s four of them. Together they’re so offensive to my senses it takes all my control not to vomit on their feet. Rex smells like ammonia. It was faint at first but the longer I’ve been around him, the more obvious it has become. And every time I smell him now it gets worse, he’s like a poison.
The other Alphas scent similar, along the same vein of toxicity—kerosene, stale liquor, and mould but only kerosene man has been with us the entire time.
He joined Rex almost as soon as we turned out of the driveway, riding away from the barn. Rex lied to Steel about all this falling in his lap, this was organised and planned but at the same time this was about fucking Steel over, as well as King.
Rex comes close, his scent all but burns my senses now. He rips down my blindfold, taking a clump of my hair out at the same time. Even though I knew he was there, and I knew what he was going to do, I still recoil and make a noise. I wish I didn’t because Rex loves my fear. I wish I knew how to stop reacting because I hate the satisfaction on his ugly face.
Funnily enough while he’s been playing his sicko games, Rex has inadvertently given me the chance to see how strong I actually am. Without question he scares me shitless and leaves me questioning my sanity but he hasn’t broken me. The longer I’m locked up and at his mercy the more I believe that too.
“Guess the bitches got wrong about how fond King was of ya. And since even Steel ain’t come to get you, your pussy’s clearly not gold. Makes me wonder if we need you.”
I lock my jaw so hard I taste blood. I want to scream at Rex’s face he got it wrong and that King is mine, because I know that like I know my own name. But I won’t give him anything else.
“Maybe it wasn’t the sluts being gold diggers, maybe it was King being a cunt all along. He probably asked them to deal with you because he couldn’t be fucking bothered,” he says coming in so near I have no choice but to breathe in his scent. I cough trying not to throw up. “Chicks always end up fucking imagining they’re the one. You’re guilty of that aren’t ya?”
He smirks, and it’s awful to see but like always Rex has more to say.
“I raised Steel to fight for ya, but he might need reminding ’bout now.”
Rex moves intentionally slow, except it’s part of how he likes to remind me I’m his prisoner and he can do whatever he pleases. And usually, it’s just a threat, a slap or a promise but he leans closer, slower to make me suffer more. His eyes fill with satisfaction as I break and whimper for him to let me go, as his fingers tighten around my throat.
There was a part of me who was whispering just get through this, you can do it. I thought he’d take me to a point of submission to remind me he’s in control, but he takes it further.
I’m alone when I wake up. The cold seeping in my bones is proof I’m alive. It’s easy to figure out I’m still alive and I don’t even freak out knowing he tried to kill me. I freak out when I realise I’m naked from the waist up and Steel’s name is written over my sternum, bruises on my breasts.
The world tilts as I tap out.