Eyes in the Dark
Trigger warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual violence and brutality.
“STOP! STOP! LET ME GO!” Scarlett screamed so hard her voice cracked and filled the air. A few heads turned toward her, but no one came to help. They were either busy violating someone else or being violated themselves.
“Fuck, why is she screaming like a banshee?” one of them snarled. “We haven’t even started yet.”
A heavy boot pressed her head down against the cold, hard stone floor. Her back arched painfully, skirt shoved up to bunch at her waist. The short black tights she wore underneath were exposed to the chill night air.
Then a hand came down hard on her left ass cheek.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Three rapid, stinging slaps she never saw coming.
Her mouth fell open in shock and pain. “Ahh!”
“Damn, did you hear that?” another laughed. “She sounds so good when she’s crying.”
“This is how they’re meant to be,” a third voice said, low and cruel. “On their backs or better yet, on their fronts. Ass in the air, pussy open and wet for our cocks.”
Another hand rose and came down directly on her covered pussy.
THWACK.
The sound of soft flesh meeting hard palm rang out. Her mouth opened again in a sharp cry, eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks. The boot on her head pressed harder, grinding her face into the dirt. Grit bit into her skin; tears dripped onto the filthy stone.
“P…please… stop…” she forced out, voice trembling and broken.
They only laughed.
From the corner of her vision, the one eye not crushed against the ground, she watched another Omega leap onto a man (Alpha or Beta, she couldn’t tell). The girl stabbed and stabbed his chest, screaming in raw fury. Suddenly, rough hands seized her by the hair and dragged her backward.
“Come here,” the new Alpha growled, yanking her bloody body across the ground. She struggled, knife flashing, but he spun and backhanded her so hard the blade flew from her grip.
She crumpled.
He pounced, ripping her clothes away in seconds.
She tried to fight, but he struck her face again and again until she went limp.
“Just take it like a good girl,” he said, voice thick with lust.
He lifted her skirt, pulled out his cock, already hard and gleaming in the moonlight, spat on it, stroked once, twice, then slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Her scream pierced the night, a raw, desperate, animal sound.
He started thrusting, hips snapping, grunting like a beast.
The men holding Scarlett laughed low and cruel as they hoisted her higher, her bare thighs scraping against rough denim and calloused palms.
“Let’s take her to the Pit,” the one gripping her wrists snarled, voice thick with anticipation. “Proper breaking happens down there.”
Scarlett’s mind reeled. The Pit? She'd never heard of that one before but the way their eyes lit up now told her everything: it was worse. Much worse.
She thrashed once more, nails raking uselessly down an arm, earning her a vicious backhand across the jaw that made her ears ring and fresh blood bloom inside her cheek.
They carried her like meat through twisting corridors lit only by flickering emergency strips.
Screams echoed from every direction, guttural and pleading, wet choking sounds, rhythmic slapping flesh, the occasional wet crunch of bone giving way.
As they rounded a corner she saw:
- An omega girl pinned facedown over a stair railing, skirt shoved to her waist, two betas taking turns slamming into her from behind while a third forced her mouth open with bruising fingers, drool and tears stringing from her chin to the concrete steps below.
- A beta male on all fours being mounted by a snarling alpha whose claws left long red furrows down his back; every thrust shoved the beta’s face harder into a spreading pool of spilled alcohol or whatever was on the floor.
- Further down, a small cluster had formed around a trembling omega who was being passed hand-to-hand like a bottle, each new person forcing a different violation before shoving her onward, her voice long since gone hoarse.
Scarlett gagged, stomach heaving.
They descended a narrow stairwell that smelled of copper, sweat, and sex.
At the bottom the hallway opened into silence, unnatural, heavy silence broken only by distant, muffled sounds leaking from beneath a massive double door at the far end.
Bass-heavy music pulsed through the wood like a heartbeat. Laughter. Moans. Wet, obscene noises.
One of the men kicked the doors open.
The Pit.
A cavernous underground hall stretched before her, lit by chains of red and violet LEDs strung across exposed beams. Hundreds of bodies writhed across every surface, couches, low tables, the bare concrete floor, against pillars. The air was thick, humid, reeking of musk, blood, and arousal.
Everywhere she looked:
- Clusters of forced and consensual orgies, omegas held down by multiple hands, mouths stuffed, holes stretched around fingers, cocks, improvised objects.
- Consensual knots of pleasure too: a female omega straddling another female omega’s face while a beta male fucked her from behind, all three moaning in sync.
- Power flips, lesser alphas on their knees servicing dominant ones, throats working frantically, tears streaming; omegas taking control of other omegas with cruel precision, fingers and tongues and toys leaving marks.
- In one corner a statuesque female omega was railing a whimpering female beta with a thick black strap-on, hips snapping forward brutally while she growled praise and degradation in equal measure. The beta’s pussy leaked steadily onto the floor as she begged for harder.
Scarlett’s gaze snagged on a familiar face.
Emma.
Emma was bent over the arm of a wide leather sofa, spit-roasted between two muscular alphas.
One buried deep in her throat, the other pounding into her from behind.
Like some others, Emma wasn’t fighting. Her hands clutched at thighs, pulling them closer.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, mascara ruined, but her hips rolled desperately to meet each thrust.
“More, fuck, more—” she gasped around the cock in her mouth when the alpha pulled back just enough to let her breathe.
Their eyes met.
Emma’s widened for a fractured second, recognition, shame then she turned her face away, burying it against the alpha’s pelvis as though she could disappear into the act.
Scarlett searched wildly for Lily. Nothing. No sign of her small frame anywhere in the chaos.
Before she could process further, rough hands dumped her onto a deep sectional couch.
She landed hard beside an omega male who was being railed mercilessly by a tall, scarred female alpha.
The omega’s cock was flushed dark, leaking, his hand jerking himself frantically in time with the punishing thrusts he was receiving.
The female alpha glanced over mid-stroke, eyes narrowing.
“Is that not the Triumvirate’s little bitch?”
Heads turned.
Several voices answered at once:
“Yessss..”
“They haven’t come for her yet…”
“Means she’s fair game…”
The female alpha bared teeth in a feral grin and slammed home harder, making the omega beneath her yelp and spurt across his own stomach. “Then let’s give her a proper welcome.”
Scarlett tried to bolt.
Hands caught her instantly, too many, too strong. Fabric tore. Her tights shredded away in jagged strips. Her bra ripped open down the front. Cold air hit skin. Fingers dug into hips, thighs, breasts. Someone yanked her head back by the hair.
She screamed.
Laughter rolled over her screams.
A palm cracked across her face. Another hand forced her thighs apart. Hot breath ghosted over her exposed core. A rough tongue dragged up the inside of her thigh. Fingers pinched and twisted tender flesh. Someone else pinched her nipples until she arched in agony.
Then…
A growl.
Not human.
Not even close.
It rolled through the entire hall like thunder trapped in a cave, deep, bone-rattling, primal. Glasses shattered. Several people screamed. The music cut out abruptly.
The double doors exploded inward in a spray of splintered wood and twisted metal.
A wolf stepped through.
Massive, bigger than any natural creature had any right to be, shoulders nearly brushing the doorframe even crouched, fur blacker than oil, eyes burning molten gold. Fangs longer than fingers. Claws gouging furrows into concrete with every step.
Recognition hit the room like a shockwave.
Several alphas and betas scrambled backward, already shifting in panicked bursts of bone and fur.
The enormous wolf lifted its head, nostrils flaring once.
And then it roared.
The sound was apocalyptic.
Every light in the Pit flickered and died.
Darkness swallowed the hall.
Only the glowing gold eyes remained, two furious suns sweeping the room.
Searching.
Until it landed on her .