Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
WINTER
My skin feels clammy as I clutch Bellamy’s hand. I didn’t think I’d hear the name Summer again, and I especially didn’t think I’d see one of my rapists so soon after leaving The Hug Project.
“Coming!” Cassidy says to Abbott urgently. “Okay. I don’t want to leave you two alone right now. Abbott isn’t going to allow that man to ever hurt you again. His existence will be scrubbed from the world in the most painful way possible. It’s not going to be pretty.”
“Good,” I growl fiercely. I don’t typically growl, but I feel very strongly about this. The memories are foggy, but the pain is very real.
It’s always going to be very odd how my mind will protect me from some things, but light up others in neon lights.
“It’s up to you if you want to come watch,” she finishes, her gorgeous green eyes on me.
“Yes,” Bellamy replies for the both of us, feeling my resolve. “We want to stay.”
I nod, knowing she wants my response as well.
“Okay then,” she says. “Welcome to the shit show.”
We follow behind Cassidy as she walks, and my eyes bounce around the basement. There’s a gym exactly as she told us when she was giving us the house tour, but not much else until she passes through a wide door where beautiful finished wood floors give way to cement.
There’s a rolling cart that reminds me of something I used to use in my bathroom in another life, and it’s loaded up with pliers, tools, knives, etc. I’m not sure what half of the items are, but I suppose I don’t need to.
The man who frequented the darker side of The Hug Project is suspended in the air from leather straps that are wrapped around his arms. His clothing is being cut off his body, and I stare at the lone loafer on the ground. Bellamy kisses my temple before he leaves me to pick up the shoe.
The man is struggling despite his bonds, but there’s no way in hell he’s going to get out of them. He even attempts to kick Shiloh, who calmly karate chops the man’s thighs, deadening the muscles from working properly. Now, all he can do is hang limply until the feeling comes back.
Bell lobs the thing at the man’s head, who gasps as his head snaps back. Bellamy’s not interested in sports, but that was a freakishly accurate throw.
“Good one,” Shiloh says. “Why do I get the feeling that shoe committed a crime outside of being pretentious as fuck?”
“Bad memories,” I reply, wrapping my arms around my body. I don’t enjoy reliving the things that have happened to me, and I don’t know these men.
Despite the way they care for Bellamy and I, they're still strangers.
“Winter,” Abbott says, his heavy footsteps taking him to me.
Glancing at his shoes, I see they’re also leather, but they’re laced up and black.
They almost remind me of a boot. My eyes move up his body, finding he never brought his jacket.
Glancing behind me, I catch a glimpse of it tossed over the picnic basket Cassidy left at the entrance to the room.
My mind is a jumbled mess, and I massage my temple where Bellamy kissed me earlier before I turn back to Abbott. My head aches from the adrenaline dump when I realized who the alpha calling Bellamy and I whores really was.
“Yeah?” I ask, the word barely heard.
Abbott’s hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my temples.
“You don’t have to tell me the details, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Let’s play a game. Tell me what parts of his body have hurt you the most, and I’ll make sure to take care of it.”
My lashes brush my cheeks as I take in a breath, thinking about the pain I’d feel when the alpha used to touch me. While it’s hazy, I remember the way his fingers would bruise my hipbones as he’d pin me to the leather table set up.
“His fingers,” I rasp.
The sound of a strangled scream follows the sound of a snapping finger bone, but I keep my eyes on Abbott.
“That’s a good girl,” he croons, making me feel warmth in my stomach as I whimper. “What else?”
“His belt around my throat,” I remember. “He didn’t like hearing me cry.”
The sound of a belt being pulled through pant loops makes me gasp, but Abbott’s patient brown eyes hold me captive.
It’s as if he’s holding me under a spell, even as he gets blurry from the tears threatening to spill over.
I don’t want to get pulled under by the fear I felt whenever I had to go to the private rooms.
I can’t even tell you how often it was since time is a fuzzy construct for me.
“No, fuck!” Gurgling meets my ears, yet it still doesn’t scare me. The fear lives in the memories of abuse instead. I allow myself to get lost in the flecks of green in Abbott’s brown eyes.
“What else, baby?” Abbott asks, moving to rub his nose against mine. “Let us make it better. Shi, Cassidy, and Ansel will fix it while you talk to me.”
I believe him. As skittish as I am about how quickly things have moved, I believe they will make the alpha hanging from the exposed ceiling beams into a skid mark reflecting his shame.
“There was never any lube used, and my body couldn’t create any slick without being alpha barked for some reason in those private rooms. I was too scared because Bell wasn’t with me,” I breathe. “I need him.”
“I know, baby girl.”
Abbott’s thumbs swipe away my tears, and he sticks one in his mouth to suck on it. His eyes roll at the salty flavor of my tears, his lips curving in vengeful pride for what’s about to happen next.
“This is going to be more fun for me than you,” Cassidy murmurs.
Despite the belt I’m sure is wrapped around the ballsack’s throat who hurt me, I still hear a scream. Abbott’s lips move to my ear, kissing me there before speaking.
“Cassidy likes to fuck me with her strap on, but there’s always lube and consent.
She enjoys ruining rapists’ assholes with steel poles and zero lubrication.
Though, Cass just got a huge dildo that Shi hammered nails in for her.
She’s deciding which one to use now,” he confesses. “See the difference?”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm,” Abbott says, his lips twitching in amusement. “That’s the point.”
“How do you know if you’re not watching?” I ask.
“There’s a mirror behind you,” he says. “No, no. Don’t look. Now tell me what they should do next, sweetheart. Should Bellamy smash this guy’s feet? His name is Clyde Dankworth. Kind of an unfortunate name, huh?”
I nod as he speaks, before realizing I have a pressing question to respond to.
“I’m going to go with the dildo,” I hear Cassidy decide.
My ass clenches as I hear her grunt as she shoves it inside Clyde’s asshole. I hope he never plans to shit again. Cassidy is ruining that alpha’s insides.
Bellamy?
“Yes, Beloved,” he grunts. “I think a mallet will work to break his feet. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, feeling powerful as Clyde makes more uncomfortable sounds, and his body is steadily destroyed.
“It feels good to take back your power, doesn’t it? You are not a victim, Winter,” Abbott says. “There’s so much sweetness inside of you. Don’t let this taint that, but you deserve your pound of flesh.”
I nod to show I understand, and his nose flares as my pussy begins to slick. It’s a surprise to me as much as it is to him, and I shouldn’t ever want to have sex with anyone but Bellamy again.
“So goddamned sexy,” Abbott breathes so only I can hear him. “What else?”
“His knot,” I say. “It always hurt. Every time. Being an omega never saved me from it.”
“Knife, Cass?” Ansel asks. “Yours is serrated.”
“God, you’re such a brat,” she sighs. “Here, take it. I’m a little busy fucking someone who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. Maybe we should just cut them off.”
“But Mommy, you have the best toys,” he teases her, making me huff out a laugh.
“That’s it,” Abbott murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. “Say the magic words for me?”
“Off with his knot?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah,” Ansel cheers, getting to work.
The belt must be loosened, because Clyde begins to wail as if someone took his favored toy away. I suppose I just did.
“Pissy man alert! There he blows,” Shiloh crows, and Bellamy curses. “Did he get any on you?”
“No. That’s so fucking gross,” Bell complains.
“His cock should probably go next, huh?” Abbott asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.
It’s mesmerizing as I nod. “Definitely. With a rusted knife.”
“Very nice. I have one somewhere around here,” Shiloh murmurs. “Ugh, he’s so damn loud. Let me just do…Perfect.”
I must look confused because Abbott shrugs. “There’s a hook behind him to loop the belt and keep it tight. This entire section of the basement is a treasure trove of fun.”
I very much doubt that “fun” is going to be what Clyde calls this.
“Found it,” Shiloh says, and thrashing begins behind Abbott.
“If you can’t pay the checks you write, then don’t cash them,” Abbott grunts. “His feet are broken, knot gone…did he. Shit.”
Abbott’s eyes close for a moment and I see the amusement fall from his face. This is a game he’s playing as much as I am, to keep the pain from touching him. As his shoulders round and his body hunches, I brush his hair off of his forehead as I watch him.
I see a lot of Bellamy in Abbott all of a sudden. He’s the protector of the pack, just like Bell protects me. Somehow, that protection has been transferred to Bell and I.
As he opens his eyes, I can see the anguish in them before he shutters it away. They’re all so good at hiding, aren’t they?
“He should choke on his own dick the way I did,” I say, forcing air into my lungs. Abbott was trying to ask me if he’d fucked me. We both know Clyde did, there’s no reason to make him ask as we play our game.
“Got it,” Bellamy says, making the tears fall faster from my eyes.
“And I got you,” Abbott says, catching me around the waist as my knees buckle.
“Winter?” Bell asks, checking on me as Abbott lifts me off my feet.
“I’m okay,” I rasp, my voice full of unshed tears as my legs wrap around Abbott’s waist.
“Don’t look,” Abbott murmurs. “It’s messy, but it’s being taken care of.”