“I think he was some kind of government experiment, but he doesn’t like to talk about it,” she says under her breath.Remembered fear flashes through her eyes, and I wonder if Zeno has ever attempted to use his bark on her before. Having your autonomy stripped is something you never forget. “Anyway, I got a little attached to him, and he gives me great orgasms. The only thing is that he can be a little rough. If I give you to him, then he can enjoy his baser instincts and I win all of the orgasms. Ooh. That was a good scream. Zeno, can you do that again?”
The alpha shoves the prod into my ass cheek again when I make the mistake of curling into myself the best I can underneath the net. I don’t appreciate the praise Avery continues to give Zeno as he hurts me, and I plot how I’m going to get the fuck out of this mess. Gritting my teeth, I refuse to give her another scream, turning it instead into a growl.
“Ah. I guess our fun is over. Let’s see what you can do, Zeno. If you can alpha bark her, I’ll let you fuck her ass. I won’t let you do that with me because you’re too big,” she says sadly. “Do you want that?”
Zeno looks curiously at Avery, his brows furrowed. “This not make you mad?”
The words are spoken brokenly, and I wonder if he hasn’t spoken much in the past, or even if English isn’t his first language.
“Not at all.” Avery smiles serenely, and I’m reminded of the pain I had the last time I had anal sex. I don’t think Zeno is going to live for very long. I won’t allow him to.
I may be caught in a net for now, but that won’t always be true. Ultimately, I need to fight Zeno’s alpha bark. A part of me wonders if the Alpha Bark drug may have fucked with my system enough that I’m now immune to it.
Hopefully, that’s the case. If not, I’m going to be playing with the worst kind of fire.
“Good. You look nervous, Little Omega,” Zeno says, leaning over me with the prod in his hand.
“I wonder why,” I rasp. “You have a weapon, and I have none.”
“True. Give the little shit a weapon, Miss Avery?”
The omega presses her lips together in amusement, because I don’t think he meant to call me a shit.
“Fine. Ruben, get her out of your contraption please. Keep your dart guns in your hands in case she can’t be contained. I’ve spent too much money on her to not make it back,” she grumbles.
“You should stop selling people if you think they’re bad investments,” I mutter under my breath. “It doesn’t seem like a good way to get a return back.”
Zeno pokes my foot with the prod, and it takes me by surprise, pulling a scream out of me.
“I still got it,” he chuffs, proud of himself.
Ruben proves to be Dipshit number three, and he pulls the upper stakes out of the ground before he yanks me out. There are holes placed strategically on the ground, and I wonder if they’re to drain blood. This place is oddly set up and unnatural, making me shudder as I pull away from Ruben once he puts me on my feet.
“No guns, but maybe we can give her a stick,” Avery muses.
“Make it pointy,” Zeno mutters. “I will use my hands to break the girl, and I want a challenge.”
“Not too much. Remember, you need to use your voice,” Avery states. “Give her commands with your alpha bark, then you can fuck her ass.”
I’m freezing, naked, and in all sorts of pain, and Avery wants to play some weird form of Gladiators? I’m going to enjoy killing everyone here. All I need is half a chance. The guards all have to have guns hidden on them. Endure and survive.
That’s my new anthem.
Ruben smirks as he hands me a stick with a point on it, and then everyone gives me some space. There are many things keeping me from running, but the largest is the big, bad seven foot alpha. The other is that I’m naked and wouldn’t get far.
Okay, Rosa, focus.
“Come here and show me how you fight, Little Omega,” Zeno growls with his alpha bark.
Nothing. Not even a little zip through my body, but I still step forward because it behooves me to. Now, I need to kill him so he can’t use this as validation to rape me.
One of the only things Avery and Papa has ever given me is an immunity to alpha barks, and I’m going to take her rather large plaything away from her. Zeno exists in a different cage, infatuated with Avery’s pussy.
“More,” Avery says as I keep walking. My sore foot’s pain fades into the background with all of the bullshit as I begin to run.
“Raise your left hand!” Zeno yells, to which I ignore. “Drop your stick!”
“Nothing, asshole,” I mutter, hitting him in several areas to which he grunts in annoyance. The only thing that doesn’t cause him to bat me away is when I hit his dick through his pants and then switch to the back of his legs.
