Chapter 2 #2
They leave the auction house quickly, though they don’t stop at a vehicle to drive away in. Instead, they continue on foot toward a seedy hotel. I only know this because they’re openly discussing it, and no one bats an eye.
Is this common practice for post auction shenanigans? Ophelia believes in offering a wide array of inventory to make her prices more accessible for alphas who can’t pay for top tier omega pussy. I have to ignore how ridiculous it is that I feel kind of slighted.
Ophelia wanted to get rid of me by any means necessary, so I’m Walmart Brand Barbie. Wonderful.
The idea makes me even more angry as the alphas stomp into the hotel room.
They already have a key, which means they checked in for the express purpose of fucking an omega.
It’s freezing out today, and I think my nipples may be able to cut glass by this point.
The alpha carrying me tosses me onto a lumpy mattress, smirking as he begins to undress.
If he wants to keep his cock where it unimpressively is attached, I think he needs to stay far away from my mouth.
The game has changed. There’s no one to keep me in line. Come at me, alpha bro. I’ll bite it clean off.
“If you don't take off your clothes, I’ll have to cut them off, little whore,” the alpha next to Naked Limp Dick sneers.
“I’m so scared,” I rasp, my meek act coming to an end. “Come discipline me, Daddy.”
“Oh, you think you’re funny,” he breathes, pulling out a wicked knife.
Did you know there are so many nerve endings in your hand that if you pinch one just right, it’ll go numb? It’s a glorious thing, because you won’t be able to hold anything, your hand is dead and useless. That’s exactly what is going to happen for Daddy Alpha when he comes for me with that knife.
“Hysterical,” I deadpan, scrambling so I’m on my knees. I need to be able to move quickly, depending on how Daddy Alpha wants to play this.
Now that it’s just the four of us, I can tell these alphas smell rancid. They’re not good people. I can smell stale sweat, blue cheese, and rotten food. These are not the scents of alphas I want to roll around with and fuck of my own free will.
“I think you need to learn some manners,” Daddy Alpha snarls, moving quickly as he climbs onto the bed.
Waiting for him to kneel over me, his knife coming toward my throat, I grab his hand, digging my fingers into the most vulnerable nerve endings to force him to let go.
“Witch!” he screams, making me laugh in an unhinged way. None of this is funny, but my vengeance will scratch a three year old itch.
“Don’t you want to play anymore, Daddy?” I ask, pouting as I take the knife from him. Reaching up, I yank on his dark, sweaty hair, pulling it toward me so I can shove the knife deep under his chin.
It’s such a vulnerable spot, it’s silly that he gave me the perfect opportunity to kill him.
Knives are one of my favorite ways to take out the garbage.
Not wanting to get stuck underneath him when he dies, I shove my foot in his pelvis, forcing him to roll over.
I ride the alpha as he capsizes, shoving his knife in even deeper.
One down…
Limp Dick Alpha roars, reaching over and pulling me off his pack member and the bed by my hair. My scalp is used to this, all it does is remind me to take my newly acquired weapon with me. Blood pours from Daddy Alpha’s body, and the surviving pack members moan in grief and anger.
“You’re all going to die,” I sing in a creepy voice. “I got your dick!”
A quick twist relieves Limp Dick of his less than adequate cock, his scream making me grin as he keeps me on my knees.
“You bitch!” he roars.
“Do you expect me to kiss it and make it feel better?” I ask, shoving the knife deep in his lower thigh.
His femoral artery happily sprays as I pull it out, pushing him away to deal with his impending death.
“It’s always the quiet ones who surprise you,” I murmur.
Now, instead of nausea, there’s a calculated look in his gaze. Ah… I see.
“Have you ever fucked your omega to death before, or are you just really into snuff porn?” I ask mockingly.
“I like to knot their asses while Fred knots their throats,” Snuff Alpha snarls.
“Well, I think you’re going to have to get used to not getting what you want with me, Snuff Alpha,” I say.
Hmm, I wonder which one is Fred, not that it matters anymore.
I don’t know when to shut up. It’s a bit of a character flaw. I like to rile people up, because they’ll undoubtedly make a mistake.
Snuff Alpha screams at me, running at me, while I scramble onto the bed. A wave of exhaustion threatens, and I force my feet to stay planted on the mattress. Daddy Alpha is choking on his own blood, making a mess at my feet. Can’t he die a little cleaner?
For God’s sake. Limp Dick Alpha is also having a hell of a time with the mess of his detached cock and cut femoral artery. All this means for me is that I only have one last alpha to worry about.
Snuff Alpha tries to grab me, but I jump onto his back instead. My knees lock along his sides, my hand yanking his head back to stab him in the neck. It’s a signature move tonight, simply because they’re bigger than me and I’m dangerously close to passing out from lack of food.
Stay awake, Isolde.
I haven’t even thought about my name in three years, feeling more like chattel than a flesh and blood person with thoughts and emotions.
Isolde. Saying it again releases the monster inside of me. Stabbing Snuff Alpha over and over, I scream as I kill him.
“How fucking dare you!” I screech. “You do not have my consent to touch me. Your grubby hands have killed their last omega. No fucking more!”
The satisfying squelching sound as the knife enters and exits his body makes me feel tingly, but it’s over much too soon.
His body begins to list, falling forward, and I jump off his back, knife still in my hand.
Breathing hard, my breasts heave from exertion from my temper tantrum.
Walking over to Limp Dick Alpha, I check his pulse to make sure he’s dead.
Daddy Alpha is also no longer breathing, his heart no longer beating. Smiling brightly, I make sure Snuff Alpha is no longer with us.
“Thanks for making that so easy,” I murmur, smiling brightly as I walk to the bathroom to wash off the knife. Despite attempting to be careful of the blood spray, I also have to wash my face of the spatter now colorfully covering my skin.
Oh well. Once I’m sure I’m no longer a walking horror show, I move back into the bedroom to search their bags. Finding a long t-shirt, I decide to strip off my lingerie other than the corset and panties, and also steal a pair of his socks.
“How did you assholes get here?” I ask myself, looking around at the very dead alphas.
Thankfully, I check Limp Dick Alpha’s pants first, finding keys to a vehicle. Continuing on my hunt for cash, I lift all three of their wallets for their money. Gazing at my handiwork, I thank the universe that they were such bumbling idiots.
I’m exhausted, but I can’t stay here. I need to get on the road, find a drive through for food and caffeine, and then maybe a rest stop to pass out at for a few hours. This is the first step to a new life, free of fear and Ophelia. I can’t fucking wait.
As dressed as I can possibly be with my options, I walk over to the door and carefully peek out. There’s no one in the parking lot, and a push of the key fob tells me exactly where their truck is. Thankfully, it’s parked in front of the room.
Stepping out, I allow the door to close behind me quickly, and make a beeline for the truck. While it’s a tall vehicle, I’m able to climb up into the driver seat. I like that I can see everything, since I’ll be a little nervous to drive since I haven’t done it in so long.
The sound of the engine turning over nearly makes me sick with relief, and I pull on my seat belt.
“Here’s to the rest of my life,” I whisper, pushing down the break as I put the truck into reverse.
Breathing slowly, I force myself to take things as calmly as possible as I drive the truck onto the road, leaving everything else about tonight in the rear view mirror.
What do I want to do with the rest of my life anyway?
For three years, I’ve been told what to do, when to do it, and I haven’t been able to make a single decision alone. Unless it was being a brat. That wasn’t ever smart though, and brought a host of problems with it.
I want to figure out who Isolde is now, see what’s different in the world now I’m a part of it again, and see how I fit. A whisper fills my mind, surprising me so much that I almost drive the truck into a ditch.
Maybe we’ll find a pack of our own? One we don’t want to kill.
Huh. I wasn’t expecting that, but it’s a secret desire I’ve never allowed myself to think about until this moment. Freedom and the pursuit of love.
I’m ready.