Chapter 6
Savannah
T wo months later
Trent takes a swing at me, but I duck, jabbing him in the stomach. He lets out a grunt, and I grin, jumping back with a manic smile on my face.
“Fuck, Savvy,” he grunts. “How the hell can you hit so hard?”
“Pent up anger, baby.” I laugh, hopping from foot to foot, ready for him to come at me again. There’s sweat dripping down my forehead, and my muscles are screaming at me to stop, but when I’m in the zone like this, I feel like I can go for days.
The best way I can describe the feeling is like being high on drugs. Or maybe having ten pots of coffee.
I’m harmless, really. Unless you're Trent.
I’ve been here at Salvation for two months now, spending every free moment getting my body into the shape it needs to be.
I’m eating amazingly, putting on weight, and gaining muscle. Trent is my instructor. He’s a Beta who’s taught me how to defend myself and fight back. I think he underestimated me, and I love proving him wrong.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Trent groans, hands pressing against his stomach.
“Yeah.” I nod, running my hand over my damp ponytail. “We can pick it up tomorrow.”
It’s bleach blonde now, and I love it. I dyed it on the third day I was here, after mentioning to Lucy that I wanted to change my hair color. She said she was a hairstylist and could help me out. She did an amazing job with both the new color and length. It hangs just above my breasts, no longer reaching down to my ass. When I curl it, it’s up to my shoulders.
When she was done, I took one look at myself in a mirror and I felt like a completely different person. In a good way. Like this was the first step in a new start for myself; I no longer looked like the Omega Corbin kept under lock and key.
I’m new and improved.
And deadly.
Trent may have been the one to train me to fight, but Duchess taught me how to kill. I’ve sat in on a few of her missions, and she was kind enough to volunteer her victims as test dummies for different techniques on how to eliminate them.
I’ve learned how to disembowel someone, the exact spots to slice through an artery so they’ll bleed out, and she even taught me how to cut someone's head off.
It’s funny to watch their heads roll on the ground, mouths open in a silent scream. Their eyes were either wide open or rolled back. It’s not something I plan on doing if I don’t have to, but it’s fun to watch her.
Thanks to Trent’s training, I can even snap someone's neck. It’s the best way to kill if you can’t make a mess. Thankfully, with Duchess’s clean-up crew, I don’t have to do it the boring way if I don’t want to.
What's the fun if you can’t at least spill a little bit of blood?
The best part of it all is finding out what they’ve done to warrant the ending of their lives and serving them up a big old juicy slice of karma. I heard she was a bitch, and boy was that right. I don’t want to get on her bad side. Karma, I mean, but Duchess as well.
She might look all prim and proper, but she’s also terrifying. If I were into women, I’d be turned on.
Oh! That’s another thing. Being turned on. Yeah, I can do that now. At first, it was an odd feeling—this tingling pressure against my clit along with this cramping in my belly, but as I explored my body on my own terms with no eyes on me and the freedom to take my time, I found out that if done right, the resulting sensations are mind blowing.
I’ve replaced movies with porn. Duchess has had to remind me to turn the sound down more than once. I don’t know why. The sound of Alphas cumming as they fill their Omega up is so damn sexy.
I’m still not sure if I’ve experienced slick just yet. The videos make it seem like there’s supposed to be a lot, and while I do feel wet down there when pleasuring myself, it’s nothing like what I see in the videos. The doctor said it could be a side effect from the drugs, but she’s hopeful it won’t be a long-term issue. I hope so, too. The idea of drowning my Alpha in my slick sounds fun.
Who knew that anything sexual could be so much fun? Now that I’m thinking about it, I guess it would be when it’s not coming from a vile man forcing himself on you.
I thought I’d be turned off by the idea of sex after everything I’ve been through. Turns out I just don’t want it from people who only take and don’t ask.
If I ever find a pack, I’m going to be demanding sex all the time.
I’ve had sex before, but I don’t remember it. Thankfully. I’ve chosen to believe I’m still a virgin, even if I’ve given birth before. Duchess says it doesn’t count when it’s against your will. I like her logic.
The idea of losing my virginity to a pack has me wanting to find one even more now. Or maybe it’s because I’m just a horny little Omega. That's what Lucy calls me, and she giggles when she says it.
Turns out, the meds Corbin was forcing into my system suppressed my natural instincts a lot. After they cleared my body, it was like a dam was broken. Sadly, it didn't fix my memory.
So many new smells, urges, and emotions. I can smell Alphas now, and I have a love-hate relationship with the new ability.
Duchess smells wonderfully sweet while Cobra smells like wet socks. Something he did not enjoy being told, by the way. He asked Duchess if he could kick me out of the house that night.
I know he was only joking. He loves me. For some reason, he’s just always scowling. I told him once he should smile more before his face gets stuck like that, but he just growled and turned around to leave. He just knew I was right and didn’t want to admit it, though. He does that a lot.
“Earth to Savvy.” Trent waves his hand in front of my face.
“What were you talking about again?” I blink, trying to clear my mind.
“You said we can pick this up tomorrow, and I was going to answer with no,” he chuckles.
“Why not?” I frown.
“Because we’re done, Savvy.” He smiles proudly, even though I can still see the pain he’s in.
“Done?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “When you can easily kick my ass, there’s nothing else I can teach you.”
“You think she’s ready?” Duchess questions, stepping into the room. Trent and I are standing in the middle of the boxing ring in the gym down in the basement.
At first, I didn’t like coming down here. It didn’t feel right. So for a while, until I learned to trust Trent, we fought on the roof. The more time spent outside in the fresh air and sun, the better. We only started coming down here because we needed a softer place to land when we would throw each other around. Turns out the roof wasn’t it.
I spend more of my time up on the roof than I do in any other place in the house. We have a pool, a theater room, a game room—hell, there’s even a bowling room! And while I love them all, the roof is my favorite place. Having the open air around me settles my soul.
After my first night, I even started to sleep up there, only returning to my little closet nest when it’s raining.
I hate the openness of my room, yet it doesn’t bother me on the roof. Not sure why, but I don’t question it.
Turns out I have trauma from being locked up for so long, who knew? I’m finding out more and more about myself, some of it I’m not too sure I enjoy.
But Duchess has an amazing therapist that’s been helping me. Okay, for the most part she’s been listening to me talk her ear off and offers advice from time to time. But the best part is that she approves of my bloodlust. She’s so cool.
“I do,” he nods.
Duchess turns to me with a grin. “What do you say, Savvy, ready for your first assignment?”
Excitement hits me like a brick upside the head. “Fuck yeah!” Knowing that so much time has gone by and not one person I’ve set out to kill has died yet is frustrating, but I know Duchess was right in wanting me to be fully trained and ready to go before attempting. It’s made me even more determined to learn everything as fast as I can while also being the best at everything I learned.
If Duchess says I’m ready, that means I can start working on my list.
It’s a list I put together after endless hours of doing research; it’s got names, family members, hobbies... everything you would need to know about someone. Most of it I got with Duchess’ help—she knows a lot more than what I could find on the internet.
“Alright,” she laughs. “Let’s go.”
A n hour later, we’re in one of Duchess’ warehouses. There’s a guy strapped to a chair, bound and gagged. Duchess tells me this one sold his daughter, an Omega, to pay off his gambling debt. Unfortunately, by the time Duchess got to the group of girls she was being transported with, she was too far gone and ended up passing away before Duchess could get her medical attention.
She took care of the men involved at the time of rescue. Afterward, she figured out who the girl’s father was and where to find him.
When we went to retrieve him, we found him heading to his car after a long night of gambling every last penny he got for his daughter. He was drunk, so he didn’t put up much of a fight.
It was disappointing, to say the least, but I did get to use a bat to knock him out, so that was fun.
Duchess said his death would be my gift for passing the training. She’s so damn sweet! I’ll have to bake her a cake to thank her.
Another thing I’m obsessed with—baking and sweets. But I prefer candies—lollipops to be exact. Something Duchess finds funny because I guess my scent is candy apples. I’ve tried them, and they are really good.
“Do they all do that?” I ask Duchess as the guy sobs like a little bitch, begging for his life.
“Pretty much,” she replies, looking at me over her shoulder. She’s standing in front of a table lined with various weapons. “Unless they're knocked out or dead.”
“It’s so annoying.” I scrunch up my nose, turning to look at him. “Hey! You! Do you mind keeping your voice down? I’m getting a headache.”
He doesn’t listen, and I sigh. Rude much? Does he not have any consideration for anyone but himself?
“Really, dude?” I step closer, bending over with my hands on my knees so I’m eye level with him. “Don’t make me gag you. If I do, I won’t get to hear the air as it leaves your lungs,” I tell him. And I guess that’s something that would make him sob harder? There’s snot and everything. It’s very unattractive. “Seriously? Aren't you being a little dramatic? I didn’t hit you that hard on your empty head. I hardly even made you bleed. I’ve taken beatings worse than that and didn’t even whimper. What kind of Alpha are you that you can’t even take a measly little hit upside the head with a bat?”
Duchess snorts a laugh. “Come pick your toy, Savvy. See what feels right.”
“Please!” the man screams as I head over to the table. “Please, I'll do anything. Just let me go. You want money, just name how much. I’ll get it for you.”
“Ahhh, yeah, not sure how you're going to do that,” I say, cocking a brow. “Seeing how any money you have left you lost at the casino, like, less than a couple hours ago. Unless you have another daughter you plan on putting up for sale? You would think if you're that bad at poker, you’d stop playing it. Are you stupid? Or do you just enjoy the humiliation?” I grin. “Because if it’s the humiliation you like, I’ll play. Let me see your dick, we can start there, and I can let you know how tiny it is.”
Ohhh, even on the verge of dying, he gets pissed at having his willy downsized.
“Don’t worry.” I wave him off. “I’d rather submerge my eyes in bleach than see your dick.”
Ignoring his sudden mood change from begging for his life to calling me a stupid slut, whore, and every other nasty name in the book, I let his words fuel my fire and peruse the table of goodies.
“So pretty,” I sigh, running the tips of my fingers over the deadly objects. My eyes catch on a pink glittery item. “What's this?” I ask, holding it up.
Duchess smiles. “Press the little button on the side.”
My thumb finds it, and I press it. A blade pops out, the light above us making it shine. “Oooohh,” I breathe in awe. “I like this.”
“Go give it a try.” She nods towards the guy.
I look over at the dude. His face turns pale as I grin, holding the switchblade up. “I wonder—” I start walking towards him. “Would this slice through your throat like butter?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Please, no. Let me go. Please!”
“And why would we do that? Your daughter didn’t get a choice, so I don’t think you should get one either. It’s only fair, right?”
“She was just a stupid Omega!” he spits. “Useless, like her mother. Just another mouth to feed. At least being sold, she wasn’t completely useless.”
“Ahh, see, wrong answer. I really can’t stand your voice,” I say, stepping behind him and grabbing him by the hair. He shouts as I yank his head back. Duchess likes to draw out her kills, play with them a little. And while that seems like fun, I’m more eager to just end them and have one less waste of space on this earth.
So, I take the blade and press it to his neck.
“So, I think I’m going to have to do something to fix that.” Pressing firmly, I slide my hand across his neck, taking the blade with me. I hear him gargle as he chokes on his own blood. “That sound is so much better on my ears,” I sigh happily. “And, I got my answer. It does cut as smooth as butter. I approve.” I nod, looking down at the crimson liquid that drips off the silver blade, then down at the blood gushing from the gaping wound on his throat. Such a pretty red.
“You like it?” Duchess asks.
“I do.” I nod.
“Keep it. My gift to you.”
I grin. “Really? But you’ve already done so much.”
“You flatter me.” She waves me off. “So, how did it feel?”
I look down at the dead body. “Addicting. I gotta be honest with you, Duchess. I think I’m gonna wanna do this like, all the time. It feels so freeing.”
“I know what you mean,” she laughs. “And good, I like that enthusiasm. Just remember to be smart about who you choose and how you do it. Remember your training, and you're gonna do just fine. If you think you're ready, then I’ll send you out into the world.”
“I’m ready,” I say quickly, desperate to finally be able to start. “I promise. I won’t let you down.”
She pats me on the shoulder. “I know you won’t. I have faith in you, Savvy. I’m proud.”
I smile at her, an emotion I’m not familiar with filling me. It’s not one I hate. Proud. I made her proud.
We head out of the warehouse, leaving Duchess’ crew to do their job and clean up.
“Want something to eat?”
“Yes!” I groan. “I’m starving.”
“Same. A kill always gets me hungry.”
I nod. “It’s hard work.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “You're going to do great things, Savvy.”
As we drive to get some fast food, I’m left buzzing with this high. I think it’s safe to say the door to my bloodlust is now officially open, and I don’t have plans on closing it anytime soon.
I’m coming for you, Corbin. I don’t know when or where, but it will happen. Someday soon. And I’ll make sure you're my best and most epic kill. One for the books. Just you fucking wait.