Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Isolde
“Stand here and wait,” Ophelia demands.
There’s a very powerful alpha who has just dragged in his “too mature” omega through the door, and needs her attention immediately.
I noticed he has beady, narrow dark eyes, and tawny hair that’s cut short and messy.
I can see his wealth and privilege in his perfectly cut suit, shiny shoes, and intense gaze.
The omega who walks next to me with her gaze averted has long brown hair hiding her face, her body thin like mine. My heart aches for her. I doubt life will get much better for her now that she’s here.
The best option would be for her owner to take her back or to be sold immediately. The unknown is safer than what the omega would find here.
Leaning against the wall in the black, over the top lingerie Ophelia chose for me, I watch as they disappear into a back room.
The corset on this top has a collar, a reminder of who I am.
A slave. The entire outfit down to the thigh highs and lace garters is hyper sexualized because that’s all I am for Jefferson City Auction.
I watch as omegas are hustled off to be prepped and primped, reminding me of the wavy curls my hair now lays in. Dark eye makeup is meant to make me appear sultry, but I’m not sure that Ophelia’s makeup artist hit her mark.
Everything about me screams ‘sex pot,’ while I feel weary instead. I can’t stand a moment more of this place, but force myself to bide my time and wait. Patience will get me the fuck out of here.
A very angry alpha bursts from the room, his pheromones sour as he strides out.
My alpha pheromone blockers must be fading since I haven’t taken a dose in several days.
I’m unsure if this is something Ophelia planned for, or if she simply forgot with the stress of this auction.
It’s definitely a more high profile event than usual.
The omega who disappeared earlier into a room to say ‘goodbye’ I assume, reappears with Ophelia herding her to get ready to be sold.
It’ll be a very quick process, something even I was denied after years of waiting to be sold.
It shows that this girl means nothing to Ophelia outside of a paycheck, while she finds great pleasure in hurting me. This is personal for her.
The omega makes eye contact with me for a moment as she passes, her hazel eyes resigned to whatever fate is coming for her. Life has already broken her, it appears, and her last owner wasn’t very kind.
Maybe she’ll get lucky and find a good pack. I’m actually hoping for the opposite though so my blood lust can be appeased.
I get a chance to see her again as Ophelia marches her out in a white see-through bra and thong, surprising me.
This omega is gorgeous, though she has to be freezing as well.
The girl is also wearing a heavy collar around her throat.
Fuck. She’s marched out of my view to join the line of omegas waiting for their turn to walk across the auction stage.
I’m beginning to get a little worried that no one has come to drag me out there with the rest of the omegas, a cold sweat breaking out at my neck.
Did she change her mind? I can’t handle even one more night of “training.” My hopes are raised to be sold tonight. Please, don’t let something have happened to that plan.
Ophelia ignores me, the bitch, bustling around the back area ensuring everyone is where they need to be, all while I pretend not to care.
She’s quite literally making me sweat. It feels as if the minutes are melting away, just like my possibility at freedom.
The auction attendees are raucous and loud, the very ground underneath me vibrating from their yells as they bid excitedly.
Finally, Ophelia walks over to me, frowning. “Why are you still standing here?”
I simply gaze at her, because anything I could possibly say would get me backhanded. Blowing out a breath of frustration, she motions for me to follow her.
“It’s just as well for you to get the dregs of society,” she mutters. “Whoever is left out there will be looking for a deal.”
What she’s saying is that the crowd is getting rougher as the auction wears on. There are only three omegas left in front of me, and I hurry to keep up as the line moves. I don’t care who it is that buys me.
Please just get me out from these four walls.
Finally, it’s my turn, and my feet feel leaden as I force them to keep moving. I’m not wearing shoes, my feet only lightly protected by the thigh high stockings that I’m wearing. There are men and women alphas in the room, all of them lighting on me.
I’m the last omega. Fuck, there’s so much pressure there.
Turning to face them, I listen to the beta who is the auctioneer as he begins to speak.
“This omega is no stranger to rough sex,” he says, making me swallow hard. “She’ll be a good little cum whore for you, and better yet, she’s not too proud to beg for it.”
My blood is boiling even as I keep my facial features impassive. I’m standing at the ultimate mercy of these alphas, and I don’t want to show my true colors. I was a killer before I was kidnapped off the streets of Michigan, nothing has changed now.
The beta who found me was a bear of a man, walked up to me, and punched me in the face. That sucker punch knocked me out, allowing him to tie me up, and drive me over state lines to Minnesota. If I hadn’t been overtired from working back to back shifts, none of this would have happened.
Hindsight’s a bitch.
The crowd begins to catcall and yell up at me, the waves of alpha pheromones incredibly potent as they wash over me. It’s too much, and I feel faint as I stand resolutely on the stage. It doesn’t matter how shitty I feel, I will not show weakness or pass out.
It’s a delicate game, but one I need to win.
“Let’s start the bidding at eight hundred dollars!” the beta says gleefully.
Fuck. That’s a really low bid, the asshole.
People yell out their intended bids, driving up the price as they go.
Unfortunately, there are some really greasy misfortunates out there, all yelling to buy me.
It’s gross how alphas of this low stature can afford to come into an auction house to buy an omega.
There are cheaper ways to get off.
“Can I hear three thousand dollars?” I hear.
It’s embarrassing to hear how little my life is worth. I bet Ophelia is cackling in the wings. I’m sure she’s behind this torture as I’m reminded that I’m worthless, simply a hole that begs to be filled when she pumps me full of her medication.
I hope this place catches on fire one day and she fucking dies.
“Four thousand as my final offer!” an alpha with a bad toupee and a gut yells out. Oh my, he’s a catch.
My stomach flips with derision and nausea as I see that he’s with three other men. They’re all overweight. I’m not at my best fighting weight, and I haven’t had anything to eat today. I’ll need to make sure I can incapacitate them quickly so I can play a little.
I want to hear screams before I disappear into the night. Maybe bathe in their blood a bit. I’m not asking for much.
My tongue slides over my bottom lip in thought, causing someone else to bid. Fuck, that’s not what I wanted to do.
“Turn around, little cum slut. Show the room what they’re purchasing,” the auctioneer demands.
He can’t bark me into doing anything, and even if he could, it’s much less effective after fighting off alpha barks for the last three years. Practice makes perfect.
Slowly turning around for the room, I give them the privilege of gazing at my body. My ass is semi covered with the bottoms I’m wearing, and my pussy is bone dry. I am not excited by this in the least bit, my body is repulsed by all the mingling alpha scents.
“Anyone else?” the beta asks, looking around.
“Five thousand dollars,” an alpha yells out.
I heard the bids for other omegas, and they were in the millions. This is a joke. If I actually cared how much I sold for at a sex trafficking auction, I’d feel sufficiently embarrassed.
Please just let him win. The alpha is a tall, strong man, surrounded by two other alphas. They have cruel eyes, their body language telling me they’re not good alphas.
“I bet she’s a great dick sucker with those lips,” an alpha in his pack yells.
There aren’t going to be any hearts and flowers with this pack, and it’s just as well. The auctioneer slams down the gavel, signaling that they’ve won. People groan, but I’m sure the beta is ready to go home.
Auctions sometimes can go on until very late, and I’m not worth staying up for. That’s exactly what he’s telling me with his actions.
“Come here, little omega,” the beta says. Walking toward him because it’s expected, I tell myself that this is what I want.
I need to be bought so I can leave this place. It’s hard sometimes to make peace with leaving a place where you know their routines and expectations. Outside of these walls, anything goes.
My gaze takes everything in as the auctioneer pushes me at two betas who walk me down the stairs to the pack who is currently signing paperwork.
“Enjoy your purchase,” the beta escorting me says, nodding as he pushes me toward the pack.
“Thank you,” one of the alphas says. “I’m hoping she’ll come around our cocks a few times before we fuck her to death.”
Ah, they’re into snuffing the life out of their omegas, seeing how tight and wet I’ll get before the light leaves my eyes. That’s cute, but not something I plan to allow them to experience.
I wonder how popular this game is with other alphas who come here to find an omega. Granted, he’s buying me for a steal, but his plan is still to use my body until they are ready to kill me.
The alphas finish their transaction, and one of them picks me up as if I were a sack of shit to throw me over his shoulder. It takes everything inside of me not to gasp, though my eyes widen to the size of saucers. Fucking Neanderthals.