25 Kit
Past
“Help,” my frail voice croaked from the malnutrition I had been receiving. Out through the window, I could hear people nearby, driving me to speak for the first time in days.
My beaten body moved with the shackle that clamped my left foot.
It felt like hauling three times my body weight, but I knew I had to find a way out of this mess.
If it took the last breath in my lungs, I’d give it to get out or die.
Death felt like a mercy after losing count of the sunsets in this dingy room.
I felt some smaller splinters jab into my flesh as my naked body scraped the surface over the poorly installed wood floors to get help.
The stench of my own urine and orgasms intensified from how brutally they used me and drugged me in this tiny room.
There were too many semen samples near me to pinpoint one direct threat that found me, but it made me feel unsafe near too many Alpha scents.
Their cum coated me mostly, spraying everywhere over my helpless body to mark me as a whore.
Sleeping in their release made it dry and kept cracking into flakes as I anchored my palms to heave my numb limbs forward.
Pulling through some puddles from last night, I wasn’t strong enough to stand, so I was forced to endure the pain of the warped and sharp paneling that my mother never paid to replace.
She had been a cracked-out whore my whole life, but I thought I’d be different.
I thought I’d make it out of the trailer park.
Little did I know that my dreams were just that.
I couldn’t rely on a white knight to save me now.
No, I had to figure out a way to save myself.
My mind tried to drudge through the thickness of the drugs, but it was hard to commit to when sleep offered sanctuary.
Shaking through it, I had to get to the window for someone to see me.
Just one stranger might be enough to get me out, if they saw my condition and suffering.
“Please,” I pled, reaching my arms out to drag a few more inches again.
Hurling my dead weight, I ignored the undesirable pain between my thighs, the crippling ruin of my Omega body.
There was no undoing what had happened, but I learned the drugs helped turn it off.
I liked not remembering. It blinded me enough that I could compartmentalize my way through this to survive.
“Help me!” I drew up more fervor to let my voice echo louder.
It came out as a cry of suffering, but I knew they heard me from how they quieted.
Hope blossomed in my chest as a shadow moved in front of the pane.
The outside world was right there, waiting for me to find it again.
Smiling slightly, I waved the person down.
The sun made a glow around their body, so I couldn’t make out their face in the shadows.
His hands cupped the glass to peer into the room, seeing my condition.
There was no easy way to see a young woman shackled by her ankle, naked on the floor of a room with no furniture.
His hands worked open the window, eyes wide in terror.
It made small noises as he shoved against it, but his strength pulled through.
“Please,” I begged with fresh tears. I thought I was too broken to cry, but they found me now. They told the man more than any word could say.
“Just hold on, okay?” He whipped his phone out to call for help. The first taste of hope found me after so long because I was about to be saved. I was about to be free.
That was until a gun fired, blowing the man’s head off.
Chunks of his flesh and splatters of his blood landed on me and the floor in front of me.
The body hung over the sill, dangling with the missing top of his head for the blood to begin to pour down the wall. A pool of crimson began to build below.
Saul stood behind the dead man, loving the horror that etched along my face.
More shots fired outside, cluing me in on the other innocent people that were killed for being too close to me.
Saul handed his shotgun off to one of his lackeys before flipping the corpse fully inside my room.
The body had no life in the fall, debilitating me past the point of redemption.
I had gotten an innocent man killed for my falsities of hope.
“I think I’ll leave him right here to remind you what will happen to anyone you cry out to.” A darkness took over his expression, leering his pride at me. “I hope you enjoy the smell of your new roommate. He smells of your innocence, decomposing more by the minute.”