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Before I ultimately succumbed to sleep hours ago, my mind raced as I tried to think up how I could get us out of here. First, we need out of this cage because there’s nothing I can do locked in this horrible thing. If I can pretend to comply with him, then maybe he’ll be lulled into a false sense of security. After all, I am only a weak omega as far as he’s concerned. I might not be able to do much, but I do have claws, and what happens when a wounded animal is cornered? Exactly, they fight tooth and nail to survive. If he doesn’t tie me back up, I can do something. I really need my hands free.
Victor steps up to the cage and Cozy moves farther back, nearly shielding herself behind my back, but not entirely. She dips her head low and cranes her neck to the side, showing him her throat in perfect submission. Tears slide down her cheeks as she closes her eyes tightly, scrunching her face. I hate that. That look of absolute terror and hopelessness.
“How did you sleep, Omega?” He asks with a manic grin.
“Fabulously.” I deadpan. “What do you want with me, Victor?” I ask tiredly, rubbing my forehead.
His eyes narrow on my untied arms, and he frowns. A low, threatening growl rumbles up his throat and Cozy whimpers as he turns his dark eyes on her.
“Did I give you permission to untie her, Omega?” Victor snarls out, glaring down at the trembling omega.
I wrap my arm around her and glare at him through the bars before I can catch myself. Luckily, he pays me no mind, choosing to stare down Cozy, and I use that time to smooth my features back out and tilt my head down. My hair falls forward, covering my face, and I look out through the curtain.
“No, Alpha. I’m sorry,” Cozy cries, tilting her neck farther to the side and hunching her body inwards.
I squeeze her shoulder just to make sure she knows I’m here and I’ve got her. It seems to help and her trembling stops in my hold. Victor’s upper lip curls in disgust, and he scoffs.
“It’s just fucking tragic at this point,” he says, shaking his head in disdain. “For untying her without my permission, you’ve earned yourself ten lashings, Omega.” Cozy cries, biting her lip to keep herself silent as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys.
As he unlocks the cage door, he looks at me. “Don’t you dare try anything when I open this or I will snap your neck. Am I clear?” His tone of voice grates on my nerves and my spine stiffens.
I grind my teeth together as I try to hold myself back, but I keep my head down and swallow down the defensive growl that’s desperate to come out. When I don’t answer him, he growls again.
“I said, am I clear, Omega?”
The power of his alpha bark washes over me, nearly crippling me. I grit my teeth even harder, feeling a crack in one of my back teeth as I work to hold in the groan as I fight against his influence. I curl my body slightly, partly to make him think I’m submitting and partly because it hurts to fight against his bark, but I can’t allow him to have full control over me. I need to be able to fight back.
“Yes, Alpha,” I bite out, anger flaring deep in my gut.
Those words taste like hot garbage on my tongue. It’s like pulling teeth as I work to get them out. I pull my arms into my lap and clench my fists when the cage door opens, my body tightening in preparation to spring should I get the chance. All I need is a split second. Cozy doesn’t move as Victor glares in at her and holds his hand out for her to take.
“Come,” he orders her like a dog, making me yearn to cut his tongue out so I can shove it straight up his tight asshole next to the stick he has shoved up there, without lube!
Cozy glances at me out of the corner of her eyes and swallows tightly. A resolute look hardens in her blue eyes before she looks back at Victor, clenches her jaw, and shakes her head in defiance even as her body shakes next to me. His nostrils flare, fire practically spitting from his dark eyes as he glowers at her. The longer Cozy defies him, the angrier he gets. A murderous look shadows his features and a sense of foreboding for the omega at my side makes a chill slide down my spine, and it makes me shiver.
What is she doing? She’s going to get herself hurt or worse! Not that ten fucking lashings, whatever the fuck that is, don’t sound painful. I’d imagine it would have been better than whatever he’s planning to do now.
I surreptitiously try to get her attention to tell her to stop, but she keeps her eyes trained on the threat to her very being. My breath freezes in my lungs at the thunderous expression on Victor’s face, ice coursing through my veins.
“Omega! Out now!” Victor barks again.
Cozy cries out and clenches her fists in her lap as she breathes through the command. Her hands shake, and I can tell that ignoring the command is painful for her. I want to reach out to her again to tell her it’s okay and that we’ll figure something out, but I don’t. I don’t even twitch a single muscle because everything inside of me tells me that one move would be very dangerous when the alpha in front of us looks like he could kill us within a second. It feels like several minutes pass, but I know realistically it’s only been seconds when Cozy finally lifts her head and glowers at Victor.
“No!” she growls through clenched teeth.
I suck in a quiet breath and look at her with wide eyes through my hair. There’s this look about her in this moment, one that tells me she’s made up her mind and she’s going through with whatever crazy, half-cocked plan she’s concocted on her own, even if it means she dies. There’s also a look of peace that comes over her features as she finally fights back against her abuser. I bite my cheeks to keep from sobbing because I told her we’d get out together. The both of us. But it seems she’s decided to go a different route.
Victor lurches forward and clamps down on her upper arm. He drags her out of the cage, kicking and screaming. Cozy snarls and hisses at him like a wild animal, raking her nails down his arm, drawing blood, which only seems to enrage him farther.
When he gets her out, he releases her arm and instead grabs a fistful of her hair tightly as he gets in her face and snarls back at her. Cozy gasps and bucks against him, pushing her hands against his chest. But it’s futile.
Victor slams the cage door shut in fury and drags Cozy by her hair across the room. She screams in anger, completely feral as she tries to fight back against him, maybe for the first time ever. Victor’s hair is a mess, dark strands falling over his forehead. His face is red with rage, a vein pulsing on his temple as he growls.
There’s a pair of thick metal cuffs hanging on the wall across the room that I didn’t notice before. He quickly forces her against the wall and locks her hands in each one, forcing her arms to stretch along the wall. The front of her body is pressed against the wall, so her naked back is to me. Cozy still doesn’t give up, kicking her feet out, even connecting with Victor’s jaw when he kneels on the floor at her feet.
He’s completely undone right now, not the usual put-together wolf in sheep’s clothing he portrays to the outside world. He cuffs her ankles to another set of cuffs that are linked to the floor, effectively spreading her arms and legs out as she’s locked against the wall with barely any wiggle room. She’s trapped, and I’m terrified for her.
Victor straightens his shirt sleeves roughly when he stands up, and then he calmly rolls those sleeves up to his elbows. He tsk’s at Cozy, walking to the closet at the back of the room. As he leans in to get whatever he’s looking for, he speaks, an eerie amount of calm in his voice considering the anger he’d just been displaying.
