Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Isolde
Freezing cold water is dumped over my head, leaving me chattering. I don’t think I’ve been warm since I got here.
“Are you responsible for burning down the boss’ business?” Royce asks, his arms bulging with muscles as he glares down at me.
We’ve been getting to know each other, and it’s been less than pleasant. He keeps asking me things that I don’t have the answers to.
“I didn’t,” I say, teeth crashing against each other so hard that I’m worried I may crack a tooth. “When you find out, let me know so I can send them a fruit basket.”
I’m kneeling on a cold stone floor, my ankles bound in the usual wood block with my wrists pulled cruelly back. I feel as if I’ve been thrown back into my past, except I haven’t been raped yet.
Instead, it’s torture that won’t leave a mark where anyone can see.
A cane slams down on the backs of my tender feet, causing me to scream as the white heat of pain explodes through my body. Hot and cold, cold and hot. This is the dichotomy of torture that these alphas have been putting me through, waiting for me to crack.
The heat is never enough for me to hold onto so I can get warm, and I despise the cold as it leaches everything good from my mind. It’s debilitating, and it’s hard to think as I shiver. Yet, it’s not the worst that I’ve ever endured and I’m strong.
And so I find the strength to mouth off to my jailers.
“It’s all gone,” Ophelia says, her black dress a sign of mourning as it drags along the ground.
I know for a fact that this warehouse is a newer purchase. My handlers are loose lipped and mentioned that Ophelia has been selling off all of her human inventory in an attempt to stay as liquid as possible financially.
However, it seems that someone is hunting Ophelia, and the omega can’t get a break.
There’s no heating in this building, and Ophelia has been disappearing into her laboratory to continue making her special drugs. Somehow, this new venture of hers is worse than simply stealing and selling omegas because she’s helping others do what she has for a higher payout.
I’m simply a loose end for Ophelia.
“Did you lose the butt plug that keeps you standing like that?” I ask, gasping when the alpha behind me grabs my ankles and topples me onto my face.
There’s no way I can catch myself since my wrists are bound in heavy wood behind my back, and so are my ankles. Instead, I turn my face so my cheek catches the brunt of the cold floor.
Ophelia’s shoe grinds my face into the ground, and I’m certain I have dirt from it grooved into my skin. Fucking gross. My face is squished, making my lips open like a fish as I silently wince.
“Still so cheeky and rude,” she mutters. “Do you know what the only thing keeping my men from fucking you until you die is?”
They don’t like to fuck a sentient omega. I know it’s the same bullshit as always. For the past ninety-six hours, Ophelia has been sending different pills and injections out with a girl helping her in the lab.
The girl peeks around the corner even now, and has to be five years younger than me. Barely nineteen. What the fuck is she doing with Ophelia?
And why hasn’t she been sold? I know that morals can be twisted while with Madam Ophelia, but I’ve never helped create drugs that’ll hurt others.
Fuck this girl.
“What?” I ask, the word mangled from her foot. I may as well play along with Ophelia before she breaks my jaw.
“I can’t fucking get any of the heat accelerants to work!” she growls. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Fucked with your fun, twatgrinch,” I grunt. “What’s all gone?”
“Leave me with the slut,” Ophelia says. I can’t see her from this angle, but I do hear the feet walking away.
Soon the room is silent except for Ophelia’s heavy breathing. Girlfriend is having a stressful day. Raising her foot, she kicks my shoulder as I hold back a pained sound. Fuck, what happened to keeping bruises off me?
Crouching down beside me, she scowls as she gazes at me.
“You think you’re better than me because you escaped this life, but instead you forgot yourself. Death is what you managed to dodge. I shall be rectifying that as soon as I can,” she hisses. “Someone stole all of my money, and my business went up in flames yesterday.”
“Maybe you should light some sage and fix your bad karma,” I suggest.
“No, I think someone is looking for you. Don’t think I can’t see the bites on your body, little whore.
I am going to break your bonds, force your heat, and use you to get back every cent that’s been stolen from me,” she says, forcing herself to calm.
“Your alphas have help. All of my buildings have been broken into and burned to the ground.”
“This one seems just fine,” I mutter.
“So smug, and yet…” Ophelia pulls out a hose from her pocket and shoves it into my mouth.
I struggle to move my head, but a strong hand pushes my face down onto the ground, and Ophelia’s eyes flick over my head for a moment before smirking.
“Such a good girl, always helping your mommy,” she murmurs, duct taping my mouth to keep me from shoving the tube out.
“I think your body needs some help detoxing, little whore. I need you to be mindless, feral, angry you aren’t choking on a knot.
My men deserve to have you in front of an audience. ”
“If we don’t have any money, what will we do, Mommy?” the girl asks in a small voice.
I almost feel sorry that she’s Ophelia’s kid, but I can’t get away from her strong fingers digging into my hair as she holds me down. She cares about how to use people, but doesn’t see them as human.
“We’re going to use Isolde to get money,” Ophelia says, standing with the hose and shoving a funnel into the top. “Try not to die, dear. This isn’t going to feel good. There’s a chemical compound in the water that’ll force you to shit yourself.”
I’m confused as to what she’s talking about when a jug is pushed in Ophelia’s direction. Her daughter has small feet, and I realize I’m beginning to disassociate. This is going to fucking suck.
I don’t know if whatever this is will fuck with what Lucas gave me to drink, but I whisper a prayer in my mind that it won’t.
“Prepare the water for me, Avery, would you?” Ophelia asks.
Avery uncaps the huge bottle while continuing to mash my face down, and I force myself not to hyperventilate. I’m stuck, I can’t move. The only way through this is to survive it.
She’s doing this all within my eyesight on purpose, and I watch helplessly as she pulls something from her pocket and dumps the powder into the water.
“Eh, that was probably three times the recommended amount, Avery, but it’s better to overcompensate than not,” Ophelia shrugs.
I swear on everything within me that I will kill her and her daughter when I’m free. Whatever timeline Ophelia is on, it won’t take long if she’s forcing me to swallow some type of laxative through water boarding.
“Be a doll and tilt her face up, please,” Ophelia says sweetly, making me gag. “Be sure to swallow every drop like a good girl, Isolde.”
Avery squats by my face and turns it upward, her fingers squeezing my skin tightly. Horrified, there’s nothing I can do but watch as Ophelia lifts the heavy bottle of water with a grimace and begins to pour it down the funnel.
“There’s nowhere else for this to go but down the hatch,” she says, shrugging as she watches the water make a glugging sound.
All too quickly, water fills my mouth and I choke from the force of it, shuddering as I try to keep from swallowing it.
“This won’t do,” Avery says in a creepy voice, pinching my nose.
Seconds go by until I’m convulsing and choking, but instinct betrays me yet again as I’m forced to swallow.
It fucking burns as it travels down my throat.
The heavy wood traps me as much as the cunt holding me in place, and it’s difficult to inhale even after Avery removes her fingers from pinching my nose.
She sings softly as her mother continues to force the water down the tubing, and I know that tune will haunt me in my dreams. It’s hauntingly beautiful, but the timing is very off.
I’m caught between the drape of the living and the dead as my body forces me to continue to swallow or drown. What’s worse, is when my stomach cramps, and my pupils are blown wide with horror.
I’m laying on the floor with my ass up and legs spread, in an incredibly vulnerable position as Ophelia continues to pour the water through the funnel.
“I think it’s starting to work,” Avery says excitedly as my intestines twist in agony and my stomach begins to complain loudly.
“This’ll be messy,” Ophelia chuckles. “Boys, open the grate behind her!”
Two alphas come in and all I can hear is a metal door of some kind being opened. I vaguely remember there being a large grate there when I was dragged in to allow the water to drain, and all I can imagine is that that’s where my insides are going to explode into.
Screaming doesn’t help as I gurgle and swallow more of the silver tasting water. My asshole squeezes tightly shut as if that’ll help, and Avery continues to hum as she strokes my face.
She’s as fucked up as her mother. The world will be better when I kill her too. It takes me far too long to realize that she’s humming a Disney movie song. “Let it go” is a grotesque choice right now, but shows that she’s sadistic.
“You’ll feel so much better if you let the medicine work,” Avery murmurs. “Come on, all it needs is one…little…push.”
Something pinches my ass and my body jolts. It interrupts my concentration, and I feel my sphincter push out instead of holding the shit storm inside of me in. Avery gives a sadistic little smile as my body expels everything in a steady stream of liquid diarrhea.
I haven’t eaten anything in days, so it’s all I have in me. Ophelia forces the last of the water down the tube and nods as she tosses the empty bottle to someone and Avery rips off the duct tape and pulls the tube out of my mouth.
It slipped farther than intended, and I was starting to choke on the tube.