Chapter 2 #2
The beta in the other part of the trailer had to have heard me, but he did nothing.
The alpha was stronger and faster than me, and even though I tried to get away from him, I couldn’t.
I gasped hard when he yanked my trousers and underwear down around my thighs, then screamed bloody murder as he muscled me to the ground so he could pull my shoes off.
“Help! Help!” I shouted as loud as I could, tears stinging my eyes. Somebody had to hear me. I was about to be raped in a trailer in the middle of nowhere.
But that was the point. It was the middle of nowhere. No one could hear me. The beta had to be in on it. Whatever company they worked for had set a trap to lure unsuspecting omegas to be assaulted.
No, it was worse than that. The alpha stripped me naked, but he didn’t even try to assault me. Instead, once I was face-down, naked, and struggling, he pulled out some sort of zip-ties from his pocket and secured my wrists behind me.
“Help!” I cried, sobbing now. “Somebody has to help me!”
“I told you to be quiet,” the alpha growled.
“Please!” I pleaded with him. “Please let me go! Please!”
The alpha could have been made of stone for all he was moved. I kept screaming, so he pulled a gag from his other pocket and wrapped it around the lower half of my face, silencing me. I still tried to scream, but it turned into sobs.
If I thought that was bad, it got worse.
The alpha lifted me, hoisted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried me out of the trailer through the external door.
It was dark, but I could just make out a large, black van parked behind the trailer.
A second alpha stood by the back, and as my alpha approached, he opened the door.
There were three other naked, bound, and gagged omegas already in the van.
I shouted through my gag as the alpha who carried me transferred me into the warm space with them.
I tried to struggle, staring at the other omegas in the hope that they would start to struggle and panic as well, and that together, we could get out of the nightmare situation we’d all found ourselves in.
Not one of them raised a finger to help me.
They were all wide-eyed and panting. Two of them wore blindfolds.
I tried to struggle, but the alpha who had kidnapped me—and that’s what it was—fastened my hands to something behind me, then tied my feet to a bar that ran down the center of the van, where the others had their feet secured as well.
“How many more?” the second alpha asked my alpha.
“One more before we can take this lot up to the pen,” my alpha said.
I had no idea what that meant. I continued to shout through my gag, but it was like shouting into the wind, despite the other captive omegas with me.
The alpha slammed the door, and suddenly we were all in the dark.
I stopped screaming, mostly because I was starting to feel sick.
The last thing I wanted to do was puke while wearing a gag I couldn’t remove.
The others were quieter than me, and of all stupid things, that made me embarrassed to be handling the whole thing like such a baby.
I resorted to doing my best to curl in on myself and rested my head on my knees in the cramped space, crying with fear and shock over what had just happened to me.
The other omegas were restless. I could feel their body heat, smell their sweat, but not their omega scents.
Only alphas could smell that. There was a definite energy of panic in the air, but none of the others tried to escape.
Maybe they knew something I didn’t know? Maybe they knew we could do a better job escaping once we got wherever they were going to take us?
A few minutes later, the van doors flew open and my alpha from before tossed another omega in with the rest of us. He, too, was crying and thrashing, but he couldn’t get away.
“That’s the last of this load,” the alpha said. “Let’s move out.”
The van doors slammed again, and a few seconds later, the two alphas climbed into the front of the van. My alpha drove, and within seconds, we were on the road, driving somewhere.
No, not on the road. We were on the gravel driveway that led up to Kincade Slopes.
Maybe there was hope after all. I’d seen that other car head up to the slopes, so someone had to be up there.
Madison and Benny Kincade had to be there.
They would know something was going on. They would call the police, and this whole nightmare would be over.
That hope died as soon as the van stopped and the alphas opened the back again. We’d been taken to some sort of delivery entrance, and there were more alphas and a few big betas dressed in black, waiting for us.
“Six more for the pen,” the alpha who had kidnapped me said. “There’s one more load after this, and then we can get started.”
“Gotcha,” the alpha who approached the back of the van said.
Whatever hope I had of being rescued was dashed as the six of us were hauled out of the back of the van and manhandled by a whole new set of alphas into the lodge.
I struggled and tried to shout out some more, as did one of the other omegas, but only the one.
The other four seemed to be either too stunned or somehow complicit in their own kidnapping.
“This one is feisty,” the alpha carrying me over his shoulder laughed as we exited a hallway and were taken into what I could have sworn from my previous trip to Kincade Slopes was one of the conference rooms. He gave my bare backside a smack and laughed to underscore his words.
I went dead still, limp over his shoulder, my ass stinging. My head spun with panic. Would things be worse for me if I panicked and made a fuss? Would they go easy on me if I stayed quiet?
I tried the whole staying quiet thing once they hauled us into what had to be some sort of staging area for something much worse.
There were about a dozen naked, bound, gagged, and, in some cases, blindfolded omegas there already.
Someone had set up tall scaffold-looking things.
The omegas had their wrist ties looped over hooks at the top of those bars and their feet fastened to a bar that ran along the floor.
The alpha carrying me put me down by a scaffold that matched my height. I tried to make a break for it, but he caught me and jerked my arms up to secure me in the scaffold, laughing, “Oh no you don’t.”
Another alpha there laughed at my attempted escape and subsequent restraint. “Oh, Lucas,” he said. “I knew you’d be a troublemaker.”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Lucas? They knew my brother? They’d been trying to kidnap my brother and they captured me instead.
Behind the panic and terror swallowing me, a single, faint thought rose up. This wasn’t one of Lucas’s games, was it?
I would have twisted and squirmed and tried to get free, but any movement on my part hurt my wrists.
Instead, I fell back on the only thing I knew might have a chance of saving me, thinking.
I glanced around the room, at the other omegas.
Their emotions seemed to run the gamut from just as terrified as I was to absolute calm.
One of them even stood across from me, head down, eyes closed, sporting an erection, his thighs shining with slick.
What the actual heck was going on?
Even that wasn’t the end of things. There were voices in the room beside ours.
Lots of voices. Deep, alpha voices. More than just that, I could smell alpha thickly in the air.
Everything from warm earth to tree bark to summer sun on a sandy beach.
The alpha scents were so strong it was hard to pick one out from the other, and the only time when alphas smelled that intensely was when they were close to rut.
I sucked in a heavy breath through my gag.
I was naked and tied up and maybe only a day or so from heat, and there was a whole room full of alphas near rut right next to me.
Every horror story I’d heard about omegas being kidnapped and used through their heat rushed back at me, and I started to weep.
All of my fight went out of me. I’d never imagined this was how it would end for me. I’d be thrown to the wolves and violated every which way. Who knew what they would do with me when they were done? They’d probably kill me so I wouldn’t talk once I was free. If I ever broke free.
My thoughts kept spiraling as the sounds in the other room grew louder and as we waited. I didn’t know how long it was before four more naked omegas were brought into the room.
“That’s the last of them,” the alpha who had kidnapped me said. “Tell Caden we can start.”
Start what? My panic mounted all over again. I squirmed a bit more, but my wrists and ankles were both tightly secured to the scaffold around me.
I didn’t have to wait long to figure out what was next for me.
“Start with the ones already in heat,” one of the masked alphas said.
The alpha who had kidnapped me whistled, and another alpha came forward to take the omega across from me, who was erect and leaking slick.
I still didn’t know what was going on until the alphas in the other room began to applaud. The conference room wall wasn’t that thick, and I was able to hear when someone said, “Here we go, lads! Here’s a fine, ripe omega already in heat. Let’s start the bidding at a hundred thousand.”
My knees gave out under me. That was it, then.
I’d been kidnapped and was about to be sold to the highest bidder.
I’d be trafficked to who knew where and used in all sorts of horrifying ways.
I’d had to study a little bit about human trafficking in school, since teachers were sometimes the people who knew more about what was going on in a kid’s life than their parents and when they were in danger, but those classes had been hard for me to swallow.
Here I was now, the one who was about to be auctioned for some alpha’s pleasure.
I didn’t have to wait long, either.
“That one,” the alpha who had kidnapped me, who seemed to be in charge, said, pointing to me.
I started gasping and crying all over again as one of the alphas came over to unhook my hands from above me and to free my ankles.
“Come on,” he said. “You know you love it.”
That only made me weep more as I was pushed through the rows of suspended omegas.
I was taken through a doorway, and suddenly I was on a dais in front of a room filled with noisy, drooling, panting alphas in suits.
Their scents and musk were everywhere, and my body reacted to it without my permission.
“Up next is lot five,” a tall, handsome alpha at a podium said. “He might look small, but he’s a fireball. Just look at that svelte, ready body.”
To my absolute horror, I was dragged to a large, black block in the center of the dais, pushed over it with my back facing the alpha audience, and spread.
I sobbed as my alpha handler pulled my ass apart to show all the alphas my traitorous, dripping hole.
It was the most terrifying, humiliating, horrible moment of my life.
“Shall we start the bidding at five hundred thousand for this one?” the man at the podium said.
I could barely breathe or think as the alphas in the room called out bids for me.
They were actually pledging money to take me away for vile reasons.
There was a slight lull in the bids, then my handler pulled me up and turned me to face the crowd.
He grabbed me under the jaw and forced my mouth open, sticking three fingers in.
“Just look at that mouth,” the auctioneer said.
Tears streamed down my face as hopelessness overcame me. This was it. No one was coming to save me.
“Sold for one-point-five million!” the auctioneer cried just as I was losing all hope.
The auction moved fast. My handler grabbed my arm and pulled me to the edge of the stage.
I nearly stumbled as he led me down the stairs.
Then there he was, dressed in an immaculate, grey suit with a thick strip of lavender silk around the top half of his face like a mask, the alpha who had just purchased me.