“Yes. Do you want to be able to screen people?” she asks in return.
They continue to talk as they walk away, deeply immersed in their conversation.
“Do we really need to tie her up?” one of the betas grumbles. “I think everyone is making too much fuss over her. She’s just a rich mafia bitch. Check out that rock on her finger.”
“Is it really stuck?”
Beta Dip shits one, two, and three is what I begin to call them in my head as the second one yanks on the ring around my finger. As Avery said, it doesn’t move at all, and he sighs.
“Hopefully the crazy bitch kills her quickly,” Dipshit number one mutters. “Let’s leave her.”
Their footsteps leave, and I count the number of feet as I lay there.
“You’re not asleep,” Dipshit number three grunts.
I remain still, my breaths even, daring him to come closer despite how much my throat is screaming and begging for water I’m not choking on. I can still kill someone with my bare hands even on my worst day, and he is about to learn that if he comes too close. Whatever was pushed into my veins feels like liquid cocaine. Avery has to know that I probably won’t be out for long, lack of oxygen or not.
“Fuck. Maybe you are.”
Something is thrown over my body, and I hear him moving around tightening it before he leaves. My eyes snap open to find a fucking net is pulled tightly over me, and when I pull on it there’s no damn give. I’m an omega caught in its nest, and evenI can’t deny there’s irony to be had here. My head turns on a swivel as I attempt to look for exits, but it’s just one big room before the back doors open to more of the building.
I don’t believe I have a tracker on me, but with who my husband is, that’s not outside the realm of possibilities. Fuck, poor Nico and my pack. They have to be losing their minds.
Wiggling over, I try to drag myself out from the small hole left from the stakes and the netting, but it’ll barely let my hand slide out. If I think too hard about my pack, I’ll turn into a sobbing mess, and I don’t have time for that.
Fuck. I’m fucking stuck, free arms and legs or not. My heart races as Avery skips back into view, giggling as she sees how I’m trapped.
“This is lazy, but I can respect it,” she says. “Zeno! Where are you? I want to play. She’s up!”
Squatting down, she smirks as she gazes down at me. Playing dead didn’t do me any favors. My chest feels tight and heavy, and my fingers are twitching from stress and anxiety. I have no tears for her or myself, just hate.
“You’re going to regret this,” I whisper. “If you sell people, you’re shit at it if I’m the only one here.”
“You’re right. I’m more of a chemist,” she admits. “I just sold fifty men and women, and decided to keep Zeno for myself. The man has a cock of steel, and knows exactly what to do with it. If you were nicer, I’d let you fuck him.”
There’s this creepy childlike quality to her, even though she’s an adult. Showing me a pole with a pronged end, she grins as she pushes it under the netting and electricity makes me fucking dance on the floor when they push against my torso. My body jerks and bounces, my mouth gasping as I attempt to continue breathing.
It’s another form of torture, and she fucking giggles as she continues poking me with the fucking cattle prod.
“Miss Avery, you called?” a man rumbles. His voice is low and angry, and Avery makes a face as she pulls away the pole. It feels as if I’m trying to remember how to breathe as I lay there, and I have to keep telling myself to do it.
In and out, Rosalia.Don’t quit.
My eyes finally manage to focus, and I see a huge man who has to be at least seven feet tall. Of course, when you’re laying on your back, everyone seems really tall, but this man is a giant.
“Will you make the omega dance for me, Zeno?” she asks, fluttering her lashes up at him before turning her almost black eyes back to me. “You’re bonded to your alphas, I see. Those bites on your breast and shoulder are clear as day from here. I’ll have to photoshop your skin, and then create an activity so the alphas who bid for you only see your back.”
I can’t talk to her as I continue to twitch from the electric aftershocks.
“I’m sure I could come up with something, but I have this thing for breaking bonds,” she says with an evil grin. “It just gets me so excited. Know what else happens when I’m excited?”
“You use Zeno and I like it,” the alpha grunts, his lips twitching.
Gross. “Fuck!”My scream is pulled from me as he touches the prod against my thigh. I didn’t notice he’d taken it from her, and he’s obsessed with hurting me in sensitive areas.
“Uh-uh. Not her cunt,” Avery admonishes. “That was a little close, Zeno. Have your fun, and then I want you to see if you can get her to do things with your bark. You see, Rosalia, my guys caught him living on the streets and he has a very strong bark.”
Something twisted slides through her eyes before she shudders. She makes sure Zeno can’t see her, and smiles brightly the next time he glances in her direction.
