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Della

“This bitch thinks she can taser me. Me !” Spittle hits my cheek and slides off it.

My cheek burns.

Everything burns.

“Take off your belt, Braedon. This bitch has lessons to learn.”

Hands grab me, rolling me.

I try to knock them away, to fight them off me, but I can’t stop shaking. My muscles are too loose than they’re too tight.

I’m on my front with my cheek on the icy floor, before I can fight myself free.

Fabric tears and cool air kisses my back.

“Hold her.”

I struggle, but it’s already too late.

Hands grip my wrists and pin them to the floor. Someone grabs my ankles, keeping me immobile. I can’t even kick out.

A crack in the air and fire blooms across my back.

A scream tears from my throat.

“I’d say she needs one for every minute she fought.” The guy holding my wrists down says with malicious glee.

Probably because I somehow managed to kick him in the head when one of them grabbed me and tackled me to the floor.

“A minute ? That’s generous considering she’s not even an omega. All that work and we scoop up a worthless beta instead. A second. And I’d say she fought us for at least thirty of them.”

They laugh as I squeeze my eyes shut.

Don’t antagonize them, Della.

But I know myself. No way am I going down without giving everything I have.

“What do you say, worthless beta?” Zach whispers into my ear. “You ready to suck our cocks in gratitude?”

I mutter something under my breath.

“What’s that, sweetheart? Yes, to the blowjob?”

I twist my head and look him right in the eye. “I should have tasered you in your balls. God fucking knows someone like you should never procreate. Even one of you is one too many.”

His face turns white with rage, lips thinning as his hands tighten around the belt he’s wrapped around his fist.

“Sixty,” he whispers, his voice harsh. “A bitch like this deserves a lashing she’ll never forget. Then we’ll see about that blowjob, `cause, sweetheart, you’ll be begging for it before I’m halfway through.”

I lift an eyebrow as I swallow my fear. “Fuck. You.”

He grins. “You’ll be begging to fuck me soon enough.”

Then he lets the belt fall.

I taste blood in my mouth from biting my lip and then my tongue.

I try not to scream. I fight to hold all the agony inside and not let them hear how much they hurt me, but I can’t. My screams pour out of me with each stinging lash of fire across my back.

I cry out when the alphas roll me, my burning back slapping against the ground.

Footsteps crunch toward me and Zach’s voice is smug when he says, “That’s thirty down, sweetheart. You ready for this to be over? All you gotta do is open that mouth. Do a good enough job and I might just let you live through this.”

I pry my eyelids open, blink tears from my eyes, and look him in the face. “Bite me.”

He drags the taser out of his back pocket and slaps me hard across the face with it.

When my head stops ringing, he’s straddling me, my arms trapped by my side as he runs the edge of the taser lightly down the side of my face.

“I think I’d prefer to do something else.

” The taser continues down, stopping near my right breast. “How about I taser you right here over and over? Would that teach you respect?”

The two other alphas shuffle from foot to foot near the metal door.

“Zach… shit, we’re just here to have a good time.”

“Yeah, man. This isn’t what I signed up for.”

But Zach doesn’t look away as his left hand tightens like a noose around my throat. He shakes me so hard I see stars. “This bitch changed the rules. We wanted an omega. Instead, we get this worthless bit of trash. What good is a beta to us? She can’t even take a knot.”

He stares down at me, hate glittering in his eyes as his muscled thighs trap my arms. His bulky weight makes it a struggle to breathe.

And my back…

I’m lying on a volcano with how much it burns.

He squeezes.

I fight to breathe, choking, gasping, my legs kicking out, weaker and weaker until…

He suddenly releases me.

I splutter, dragging delicious air into my lungs.

“Now…” Zach stares down at me, one hand still wrapped loosely around my throat. He holds the taser against my side, right under my heart. A promise and a threat of something even worse to come. “Have I convinced you to see reason?”

“Of course.” My voice is husky from his choking hand, but I smile brightly at him. “Can you spell reason?”

Pain explodes down the side of my face, and my vision turns hazy and gray.

The weight trapping me disappears, and male voices swim around me.

Something about a taser.

Another about a heart attack.

I guess they want me alive and kicking for a little while longer.

A hand grabs my hair and drags me. A door slams open, but no matter how hard I fight, the fist clenching in my hair never loosens an inch.

The dragging stops as suddenly as it started.

A shock of ice-cold water stuns me.

I press my palms against the edge of the toilet seat and struggle to push myself away.

The person gripping me holds me until my lungs burn. When I start choking, the hands release me and I’m free again, coughing and spluttering.

“Learned respect?” Zach whispers into my ear.

“Learned the meaning of respect, jackass?” I pant out.

He dunks my head in the toilet again.

After the third time, I black out.

I wake up flat on my back, my skirt up over my hips, and the blond alpha doing up his flies.

I don’t make a sound or even move, but his head swivels my way, and he freezes.

A sick churn starts up in my belly. I’m no longer wearing my panties, and there’s no sign of them in the room. When I lift my gaze back to his, he’s walking to the closed metal door.

He knocks twice. The door swings open, and he walks out, slamming it shut again.

I tell myself to get up, run to the door, and force it open before they lock it.

But I can’t seem to make myself move.

The clang of the lock clicking into place startles me.

I lie on the floor, my hair wet from being dunked in the toilet, my skirt still over my hips, and I feel… different.

Not right.

Outside, the sound of male laughter bleeds through the door.

“Let’s get out of here,” Zach says with a chuckle. “I’ve worked up an appetite.”

Waiting until I can’t hear them anymore, I drag my skirt down my legs and scramble to my feet. I fall, my knees shaking. My back doesn’t burn anymore, but it feels cold, just like the rest of me.

My stomach clenches, and I clap a hand over my mouth, swallowing hard. I crawl to the corner of the room and throw up over and over.

Until bile burns my throat.

Until tears stream from both eyes.

Until I have nothing left and my stomach muscles spasm, and still I try to force more out of me than there is to get out.

And when I’m done, I crawl to another corner of the room, form myself into a ball, wrapping my arms around my legs as I watch the door. A tear leaks from the side of my eye. I do nothing to wipe it away.

Why can’t I stop shaking?