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“I have to do this, I have to protect you from him.” His touch is tender, taking his time as he kneads my breast between his fingers.
A single tear slides down my face, landing on the cotton shirt I’m wearing. Greyson pulls his face back to meet my eyes, but all he’ll see back is the empty shell of the girl he has gotten to know. After this, I will never let myself get close to someone again. I will never blindly trust anyone again, because they will always hurt me even if it’s not their choice.
His hand slowly skates down my stomach, passing over my belly button. His fingers hesitate on the hem of my underwear as his eyes ask for permission, but I don’t give him any reaction. I can’t. I’m trying to let my mind take me away from here.
All I can think about is what we could’ve had if things were different. If we were older, in a different place, different circumstances. Maybe if we weren’t us. It can’t be like this.
A soft gasp leaves my lips as he slowly moves lower inside my panties. His fingers fumble around from his lack of experience and nerves. I can tell he hates this as much as I do.
I can feel the hatred slowly bubbling inside of me. I’m hating myself for not fighting back, I’m hating Greyson for not stopping his father, and I’m hating his father for being such a sick bastard. The emotions consume me as my body begins to shake with rage.
Just as I’m about to find my strength and fight this, Greyson’s father puts a hand on his shoulder. Greyson’s hand tenses, stopping his movements.
“You’re pathetic, Greyson. No woman will ever want to be with you if this is your idea of pleasure. Maybe we should just have her get on her knees and suck you off instead? See what skills she has, since yours are clearly lacking,” his father spits out, malice in his tone. He takes great pleasure in destroying his son; I can see it in his eyes.
“No.” Greyson spins around with a growl so he’s standing between me and Omega. His father’s fist rises and connects so fast with Greyson’s jaw that a scream rips through my throat before I can stop it. Greyson’s head snaps back with such force that I can hear something pop.
Dear god, don’t let his neck be broken. Thankfully, it’s not, as his head rebounds back into position and he stands tall.
But Omega isn’t finished. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, boy. Is her pussy that perfect that you would choose her over me? Over your livelihood? I thought you’d have learned your lesson two weeks ago when I had you both begging me to stop beating you, but clearly that wasn’t a strong enough lesson.”
“No, she’s nothing. She wouldn’t know what to do anyway to get me off. She’s just another warm hole to fill and nothing more. Let’s just go, father.” Greyson’s voice is calm, giving away no hint of emotion. His father narrows his eyes but nods, accepting his statements.
Greyson leaves my cell without even looking back. His words cut through my chest, pulling me apart. Did he really mean that? Was it just an act to get his father to back off? He didn’t even have the balls to look me in the eye after he said that. I’ve seen him pretend before—the night he tried to help me escape, he said some awful things—but this time his voice was so convincing, giving away no hint of emotion or care.
I don’t want to think he’s being serious, but it sounded too real this time.
All I’m left with is an aching heart, pain coursing through me, and an anger that is rising to the point of no return. Now I just sit here alone, hoping sleep will find me to take the agony away.
* * *
I haven’t seenGreyson at all this morning, which is odd. Maybe he really meant the harsh things he said about me yesterday. Maybe I am just another warm hole to fill. His words hurt me, but I still thought I’d see him today. My stomach rumbles even though I’ve had breakfast, since I didn’t have Greyson to slip me extra. I’ve been lying on my hard mattress ever since, just waiting for him to show.
Staring at the high ceiling with the rusty metal beams, my mind wanders to Lya. She must be devastated that I’m gone. We’re sisters, but we’re also best friends. I miss her bucktooth grin and squeaky laugh more than anything. I’ve grown close to Greyson and I trust that he wouldn’t give up Lya, but I can’t trust anyone else around here. If they knew, they might go after her too. To keep her safe, I have to keep quiet, even to Greyson.
“Get up, whore.” Omega’s booming voice causes me to flinch. Looking up from where I’m lying, I see his large frame come into view. He has lighter hair than Greyson and brown eyes; his son looks nothing like him. I’m glad, too. I don’t think I could look at him the same way.
“Are you taking me somewhere?”
“Shut the fuck up and do as I say, you little bitch. I’m glad I’m getting rid of your difficult ass,” he replies coldly, slipping the key into the lock and removing the chains from the cage door.
Wait. Did he just say I’m leaving? The thought of leaving scares me more than staying, because I have no idea where he’s sending me. What if it’s worse than this hell?
“Where am I going?” My voice shakes more than I intended.
“Don’t you ever shut up? I’m glad my son came to his senses yesterday and decided to send you away.”
His words feel like a punch to the gut. Greyson? This was his idea? He doesn’t want me here? He really did mean what he said last night...
Bile rises in my throat and I feel like I’m going to be sick. Every single thing was a lie. Greyson is just like his father.
No.
He wouldn’t do that. He cares about me. He tried to get me out. He’s fought his dad for me before—he wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t care. He promised. There’s no way this is true. How could I even believe for one second that Omega’s telling the truth? Do I have that little faith in Greyson?
“You’re lying. He wouldn't want this.” I shoot back in the most confident voice I can muster at the moment. Flashes of all the good times between Greyson and I over the past couple months play in my head like a movie.
No. I don’t believe him.
