Chapter 34
Chapter
Thirty-Four
CASSIDY
My body jolts as cold water is sprayed at a vicious speed all over my face. My hands are tied behind my back, and the huge ball gag is already making it difficult to breathe because I’m drooling so goddamned much. Now, to add insult to injury, I’m also being drowned.
Fucking perfect.
“Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!” Avery says brightly, moving the hose away from me. Mucus and water pours from my nose as I choke and shudder on the ground and Avery rolls her eyes as she hoses me off again with disgust.
This time, she doesn’t keep the water on for as long, so I’m able to hold my breath briefly. I have no idea how Bellamy was able to hold his breath for as long as he did to avoid being speared and poked with holes by this bitch.
Blowing out a breath, Avery shrugs. “Well, you don’t have a dick, so we’ll just pretend. You look like a person now! Your bush is cleaned up, hair and body aren’t filthy, and you’re as ready to be fucked to death as possible.”
This cunt is going to die as soon as I can manage it. I groom, dammit, and I don’t have a fucking bush. Avery is baiting me. Too bad for her, I don’t care about her opinions. She’s called me a cow and mooed at me while I was being raped.
I fucking hate her.
My heart is pounding from being so rudely awakened, and my brain is screaming that I’m in danger. Avery isn’t a girls’ girl, and she’s a terrible fucking omega.
None of this helps me at the moment, because I’ve been in full on fight or flight mode for days, and my nerves are raw.
Looking wildly around while on my back, I find that Bellamy and Winter aren’t in the room with me. My bonds are broken, the golden strands that told me they were mine gone, and I fucking hate it.
The loss is devastating, and I glare up at Avery as I clench my stomach muscles and sit up.
“That’s…impressive,” she mutters. “Winter and Bellamy are waiting for you on the stage. Jake is going to get you settled in.”
I growl as hands wrap around my arms and I’m hauled upward to stand. My bare feet slip in the water, but Jake simply lifts me to a dry spot.
“Walk,” Jake grits out, pushing me forward as he holds me in front of him.
Avery drops the hose, ignoring where it splashes now that her finger is no longer on the sprayer trigger. Speaking of that, I’d sell my soul for a fucking gun.
Humming under her breath, she walks alongside us out of the room. We walk without anyone speaking for several minutes, and my eyes bounce around as I survey my surroundings.
I wonder how big the bunker is, and why it exists at all. Bellamy, Winter, and I haven’t been left alone since Bellamy joined us, so I have no idea if he knows anything I don’t.
For now, none of that matters as I’m shoved out into a large room where the cacophony of people talking loudly echoes. I’m gasping for air, asking myself if I can do this. I’m losing my shit, and panicking as I glance to the side and see the sheer amount of people in the room.
“Mmhmmph!” I sob from behind the gag, trying to dig my heels in. They screech across the floor for a second before Jake simply lifts me.
The hours that I was used against my scent matches was horror enough, but going through it again with them? I can’t, I won’t. Please, God!
Nooo.
“Pull it together, Tremaine,” Jake mutters under his breath as he walks up the stairs while I kick and squirm in his arms.
While I’m strong, Jake is still stronger than I am.
Bellamy and Winter are spread out on tables much like the one I was on, their arms and legs restrained as they sob. They have leather gags that force their lips open for a cock, and tears stream from my eyes as I gag on the saliva pooling in my mouth.
Jake strong arms me onto the table, and shoves his knee on my back to keep me still. His panting breaths as he undoes the restraints behind my back turn my stomach as they remind me of the men who fucked me, and it’s very difficult for me not to lose myself to the horrors playing in my mind.
I know what’s going to happen, I don’t need to relive it over and over.
Another of Clara’s minions pins down my free arm as I try to hit Jake and kick him. The goon tightens the leather cuff to the point of pain, and I begin coughing as I gasp and aspirate on my own spit.
“I got her legs,” Jake says, stepping back and pinching my leg until my body flinches in pain. My ribs still hurt from earlier, and I feel like one big bruise.
Jake secures my ankles as the other man moves away, his fingers leaving more bruises. My head twists as much as possible to glare at him as he stands and moves around the table to pick up the type of gag that Bellamy and Winter have.
The crowd cheers as they see things are about to start soon, and Jake says, “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be, please.”
He pulls off the gag, and I drop my head back and spit at his face, glaring at him to show him what a piece of shit he is.
“Yep, I suppose I deserved that,” he sighs, leaving the spit on his face as he pinches my jaw until he forces it open. The gag hurts due to how dry my mouth is, and I dry retch as he shoves it in. “Good. Now, don’t say I never gave you anything.”
My eyes widen at him in shock as he loosens one of my wrist restraints, knowing I’ll be able to get my hand out with one good pull, and then slides a knife under it so no one can see.
“You’ll get one chance. Make it count,” he warns, turning the table so that it’s now horizontal to the stage.
As he moves away from me, I see that Bellamy and Winter are both in the same formation. Large, naked men move behind them, and I shudder as I feel a cock slap against my ass.
One chance. That’s all I’ll need.
“Thank you for joining me on such short notice,” Clara says, her heels clicking as she climbs onto the stage.
She’s dressed up for the occasion, and wearing a black dress, fucking pearls, and red bottomed heels. It’s pretentious and stupid as fuck.
“You’ll see two omegas and a female alpha before you. The truth is, only two are for sale, and I’m throwing in some snuff porn for your enjoyment for free. What can I say? I’m generous,” she says.
Clara is standing between Bellamy and I as she speaks. My tears dry as the palm of my hand presses the knife into the leather of the table, willing myself to be patient. I’m still breathing hard, but the previous pain in my body seems to dull as I focus on my escape from this fucked up situation.
It doesn’t matter that I’m lightheaded from lack of food, or that I have a splitting headache. My goal is clear, and that’s all that matters.
“Bellamy and Winter will be sold together. I do not have the patience for separate auctions. They are well versed in sex work, and I suggest using their holes to your full advantage. All the men who will be up here have knots, so you can see how well their holes slick. They’re greedy little whores, you may as well enjoy the show while you bid,” she continues.
“With that, we’ll be opening the auction at thirty thousand dollars. ”
I don’t know what the going rate for omegas is. Surely, human life should be top dollar.
When the man behind me spreads my ass cheeks and shoves his way in, I groan in pain. I’m not ready, I don’t have slick, and it burns as much as it did the first time I was raped this week. It’s not any easier.
Screaming, the tears I have welling now are from pain, not fear. I know what it’ll take to end this nightmare, I just have to find the right time to do it. So, I let them use me, and I fight less when an alpha steps in front of my face and fists my hair with a cruel expression.
He spits a huge wad of fluid into the open hole of the gag, smirking as he follows it with his cock.
My fingers twitch as I listen to the bids go higher and higher, and my eyes widen when the alpha’s eyes in front of me shut all of a sudden.
His body falls on top of me, his dick choking me while his weight squishes me.
“What the fuck. Joe, you alright?” the alpha behind me asks, trying to shove his knot inside my dry cunt.
Well it’s now or never.
Yanking my wrist from my restraint, open the switch blade, and reach under the alpha’s body that’s pinning me to the table to slice off his dick.
Shoving him off, I pull his disgusting member out of my mouth before it tries to continue its path down my throat, and throw it.
My fingers make quick work of freeing my other hand, before I pick up the knife again.
“What the fuck is going on?” the alpha asks, leaning forward to grab my hand.
Unfortunately for him, it’s the wrong one, and I twist despite the pain in my ribs and stab him in the cheek. The alpha is a baby and screams, and falls back, making me cry out as he pulls out his knot from my pussy.
‘Cry Havoc! and release the dogs of war’, slips through my mind as I scramble up off the table, falling back on the ground on my ass. Julius Caesar continues to scream in my mind as I move, and it seems fitting.
It doesn’t matter how ungraceful I am at this moment, all I care about is releasing my ankles.
Doing that quickly, I pull out the gag, grinning wildly as I turn and jump on the alpha reaching for me still. His cheek is bleeding, but he’s still alive. No, that won’t do at all. Slitting his throat, I stand and stalk toward the alpha still fucking Bellamy.
Man, these shits really aren’t spatially aware, are they?
Madam Clara gasps as she sees that I’m ruining her carefully planned auction, and I grin wildly as I make my next move. I’ll deal with her soon.
“Mine!” I scream, jumping on the table to leap onto the alpha’s back.
I’m not thinking about my mortality, or how unhinged the move is, all that matters is getting us free.
The noises in the room, the sound of gunshots from the crowd, all of that fades away as I grab the alpha’s hair in front of me and yank it to the side to stab his carotid artery.
Dragging the knife down to make as much of a mess as possible, I drop to the ground and throw the same knife at the alpha who made the mistake of sticking his dick in my omega’s mouth.
Bending down, I begin to free him, already planning to take back my goddamned knife.
I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Even if my omegas have to make it out without me.