Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
ONE HOUR EARLIER
Thane
The security at the facility thinks nothing of it as Leo buzzes us in. They don’t question him about the purpose of his sudden visit or the unexpected company he brings with him.
It feels a little weird to me. Personally, I wouldn’t let shit like this slide, but it isn’t my place to voice opinions. At this point, I’m just glad we get in without raising any suspicions.
Getting out of the car, I glance around the underground parking lot. I have a strange feeling in my gut, as if someone is watching us, so I want to ensure our surroundings are clear.
It’s dark down here, without much lighting. Not that I would expect there to be a lot of lights on this late at night, but perhaps one or two extra lights wouldn’t hurt them. If they have any security cameras down here, I bet the video quality is shit.
Leo’s door opens, and I peer over the roof of the car as he leans in. He’s talking to Emily, his daughter, who is trying to get out of the car.
She did not appreciate being ripped from her bed in the middle of the night.
I understand. She’s frightened and wants to stay near her father.
Any child, especially one her age who’s already bloomed, would act the same.
We should be thankful she didn’t throw a fit about us taking her to an Omega ‘Sanctuary.’ These places are far from what I would call sanctuary.
I wait for Leo, who is scolding her as she tries to open the door. He slams it on her, giving me an apologetic look. Yeah, never mind my previous statement. This behavior very much reminds me of a temper tantrum.
“Stay in the car and lock the damn doors. We won’t be long,” he says, trying to sound stern. The sigh that leaves his lips makes it sound like he is at the end of his rope. He shakes his head as his shoulders slump. “Just try to sleep. We’ll be back soon,” he tells her.
The girl must notice how defeated her father appears because she finally gives in . She nods and lays down in the back of the car. At least the little Omega understands that we have to keep a low profile.
“This way,” Leo nods to the doors opposite where I think the main entrance is.
I follow him to the reinforced glass door, which I never would have guessed can be used to get inside. My eyes follow him as he unlocks the door with a set of keys and pushes it open.
As soon as we’re in, Leo quickly clears the alarm that had started going off.
He closes the panel and glances over his shoulder at me. At least this is more proof that he didn’t lie to me. He seems to know this place, as if he spent his entire childhood here.
Leo leads me through the huge corridors. I would have gotten lost very quickly if I had to find my way around here without any help.
The place reminds me of a school. We pass a lot of classrooms, yet they don’t look like the classrooms I remember. The more I see, the more clearly I recall what Harlow told me about growing up here. She didn’t exaggerate. In fact, it is much worse than what she described.
We stop at one of the doors, and I feel sick to my stomach. Like I will actually purge my previous meal all over the dirty floor.
The walls inside the room are covered in various posters, each worse than the last. It’s every sick dream of the worst degenerate. There are pictures of sex, with various poses, suggestions of vile acts, and even diagrams.
I almost laugh at one that describes how to give the best blowjobs. It’s so damn laughable, but I can’t find it in me to even chuckle at the fucking irony. How goddamn sick does someone have to be to stick these things all over the walls?
As my eyes take in more of the room, I barely hold back the anger that is slowly filling my veins. It burns through me with such vigor that I’m not sure if I can keep quiet any longer.
I count dozens of various sex toys left out on the desks.
If this were any other scenario, it would look fucking hilarious, but it’s so damn sick that this is what they teach here.
Suction cup dildos stamp each desk surface.
I want to get away from here before I lose it, so I urge Leo to move forward.
My relief doesn’t last for long. Leo stops at the door to the next room. This one has racks of skimpy clothing and ridiculous make-up stands. I can’t understand how anyone can think this is even close to normal.
They must find natural beauty useless, so they force young Omegas to paint themselves as clowns, just to follow insane beauty standards. And what should be a room for sex education looks more fitting as a place to train high-end prostitutes.
We keep walking and stop at another door. This room is such a polar opposite to what we’ve already seen that it almost feels as if we have entered a different dimension.
This has to be some sort of etiquette class. It’s all I can assume based on the picture on the wall — a tall woman balancing a book on her head.
No one should be able to call these classrooms. Hell, none of them have anything a normal classroom should have. I definitely don’t remember ever seeing them in my school.
As much as I can recall, my classroom walls mostly held maps and graphs — the classes focused on geography, history, math, languages, science, and so on.
Everything I see is obscene, utterly disgusting, and fucking disturbing. It’s inappropriate for children who are supposed to learn life skills here. Instead, they are taught how to please Alphas and to keep their mouth shut to avoid being beaten by the very men they are sold to.
Growling, I turn to Leo to find him watching me. He takes a step aside, clearly fishing for a reaction to the things he’s showing me.
My face must be burning bright red as he spits out, “I may be an Alpha, but I never agreed with the curriculum in these places. Sit, obey, fuck. It’s one of the reasons I refused to let my daughter attend the sanctuary.”
I nod in agreement. Seeing this place with my own eyes and listening to Leo’s observations makes me even more certain about the need to change the laws. If my daughter turns out to be Omega, I will kill anyone who dares to put her into one of these places.
Leo leads me to the back of the huge facility and blocks off the area. Surprisingly, he turns out to be a master lockpick. I watch as he easily unlocks the door with the small tool kit he brought with him.
When I first noticed his kit, I stared at him as if he just grew a second head. It proves you can’t judge someone based on first impressions. I assumed he was planning on using his claws or something. Leo seems to be a jack of all trades. No wonder Corbin made him pack.
Stepping inside, I find what looks like an office, but there’s a door at the back that leads into a small apartment. It’s clean and neat. Not a single thing is out of place. It’s too quiet for my liking.