27 Kit
The next man stepped up smelling of cigarettes and alcohol.
It only took me a minute to smell his Alpha scent below it.
A whiff of midnight bliss and sandalwood found me, crippling me the moment I realized who it was.
Turning my front against the wall, he kept me there for the others not to see my diluted reaction that revealed I knew him.
It was the man who helped me when I thought all hope was lost for me once before.
A boy who once secretly defied his father to save my life.
“Damien,” I breathed. He knew I hadn’t seen him, but I related his scent to freedom, the promise of a better day to come.
“Shh,” he murmured in my ear right before slipping his cock inside my spent folds. “No one can know. Tell me how to find your Beta friend again, but carefully.”
Moving leisurely, he tried to not hurt me like the others had.
I knew I kept bleeding between my legs again like I had previously experienced under the care of his father.
Barely tipping my chin to his words, he pressed me harder against the wall to sell his theatrics.
Saul knew better than to trust his son because Damien had been one of the ones in charge of me last time I escaped.
“AH!” I screamed like he hurt me, playing the part I needed to.
“Take my cock, you little whore,” he growled in a deceptively dark tone. Goosebumps ran down my spine because I knew it wasn’t fake. While I could deem it practiced, I understood he could be the man his father had been pushing him to become. The next crime lord to take over after him.
Closing my eyes, I tried to think through the drugs for the best way to handle this situation.
Anika and Raphael would have the compound on lockdown by now, so they’d rotate which entrance was allowed with little in and out flow.
He could wait outside the dock area until he saw someone, but I wasn’t sure how long it would take, or if my men would kill him for lurking.
Hanging my head, I knew only one course of action I could take that would be the surest way.
Castiel and Colton had access to my home because they helped me build it.
They were the silent partner of my compound, just like I was of their bar.
Even though we built together, Cass and I stayed separate in business.
He wouldn’t just help me out of the kindness of his heart.
Now I regretted using my pass to find that little rat Saul planted in the bar for me to follow.
He probably thought it was hilarious I’d owe Cass a favor, but he didn’t know Cass already owed me one.
Swallowing hard, he kept rutting into me as I processed everything through the haze of drugs.
My mind kept trying to think of another plan that’d save me that favor.
Damien let his mouth fall over my ear, biting into the lobe for me to cry out.
Some of the other men were humored by my pain, hiding his words behind their chuckles.
“Hurry. I’m not going to last much longer. ”
“Castiel.” He knew what I meant when I said it, stiffening at the name. “He won’t believe you, so you need to say tunnel 29. Let him know the favor falls on me.”
There. Closing my eyes, I knew my life being saved would be worth the favor, but a hard pill to swallow. I had done amazing the last six years without having to cash mine in, but now I needed my second that would cost me.
Beginning his knot, I barely felt anything from how many dicks Saul allowed into me already.
The drugs were also a numbing agent to help me dim my way through this and lock him into place like the others.
The only things I felt right now were a few minutes of safety in a man I cared for, worrying about his part in this journey once again.
He offered a single moment that ensured this wouldn’t be my end.
I wanted to throw my arms around Damien, but I knew this dance all too well from how many times we did it seven years ago.
“That’s right, you gutter whore, take it.” Smacking my ass, I barely felt the sting.
Whimpering, I played along, allowing my emotions to drive the sound instead of the pain.
Clamping my throat, he held my front against him as he kept spilling his seed inside of me.
Pumping the end of his release, he stayed sheathed for an extra second.
“I tried to warn you, but I failed. Please, hold on a little longer.”
And just like that, I knew who I felt watching me when we evaded our tracker in the city, and who drew that symbol when I’d been a guest in the mayor’s home. Damien tried to warn me all along, but he couldn’t show his face near me because of his father.
His comfort left me as the next stepped up to have me. Like most of the others, cigarette smoke ruined his natural musk. They were all this way, reeking of their thug life. While the Alphas in the ruling families with Ryatt had class and money, these ones didn’t know what a shower was.
If I got out of this alive, I knew I’d be seeing our doctor to find out if they gave me something I wouldn’t come back from.
STDs were always a concern for whores, but most didn’t care as long as they got their next hit of drugs.
Saul had been dosing me up on a schedule to make sure I’d become a dependent junkie on them again, and I hated him more for it.
There weren’t words to describe the duration after someone’s last use until their recovery.
I was one who loved the escape the drugs offered, and Saul slipped another needle into my elbow as I was brutally fucked again.
A pool of cum sat below my feet, but I became high enough not to care again.
Damien planned to talk to me before being given my next needle because the drugs diluted all my senses to think about a plan to escape.
A darkness lurked nearby, and I welcomed it like it was home.
Not having to be conscious through this would be everything I needed to survive it again.
***
Past
My nose lost the ability to scent anything in the room from all the foul smells that bothered it.
I couldn’t undo what Saul had been doing to me.
Even now, I knew I bled from between my legs because they shoved a wine bottle up inside of me.
I remember how forceful they were when it wouldn’t take immediately, so they waited for the popping sound that tore me.
Whimpering, the drugs were beginning to wear off because I hadn’t had a dose since the night before.
Some wanted me to feel what they were doing to me, and I did.
Even though I kept my eyes closed most of the time, I knew there was a crowd of men in the living room Saul forced me to enter at night.
I was only allowed out of my bedroom when it came time for an event like that, placing me in chains around my wrists instead.
Those men were as vile as they came, waiting for Saul to hurt me in new ways.
Their ravenous eyes always loved looking at my youthful body as my chains were hung from the ceiling to be on display.
Today was new, though. Instead of just fucking me as a group, they tied each of my legs to a post that kept them wide without being able to retract into myself.
It stopped me from being able to fight or cross my legs.
Their cruelty displayed openly because they didn’t care about the women and men they were hurting.
Their pleasure grew to be sadistic because nothing was ever enough in the lurid world that they already lived in.
Hurting Omegas like me became the only way they could find their release.
I found out those steps tonight because it wasn’t just my vagina they violated.
If I ever got out of line, Saul would whip me to put me in my place.
I learned after the first two lashing sessions that it wasn’t a fight worth picking because I had to heal from it.
Pretending to be submissive and docile came easier than that.
I think he caught on, and it displeased him to see me submit so soon.
While my hands were bound above my head to the ceiling, and my legs were spread wide over the floor, I was in the prime position to punish.
And that punishment came from being too submissive.
Being whipped several times over my lower back, there were no words for their brutality when I did nothing to receive it.
I did everything I was asked, but Saul knew I did that to not get hurt.
He wanted me to fight because he liked making me bleed. Today, those ruthless men taught me that there was no right decision. There was no being docile enough to bear through it, and there’d be no fighting back enough to get out of it. I was damned if I did, and I was damned if I didn’t.
Through my tears, I looked at the corpse across from me that had been rotting for what I could only assume a month by how the grotesque maggots were maturing into flies.
Still having no count on how many days had passed, I knew I had to be bordering at least two months in this prison.
Two months of trying to just let them use my body willingly to not get hurt.
Two months was all it took for them to flip their switch and decide to hurt me anyway.