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HAZEL
I stare in horror at the face of David Johnson, my mind reeling as memories I’d long suppressed come flooding back. His cruel smile, his rough hands, the pain...
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, caressing my cheek. I flinch away from his touch. “Still so beautiful, Hazel.”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
He chuckles darkly. “Oh, Hazel, you’re not going anywhere. We have so much lost time to make up for.”
My stomach churns as he runs his hands over my breasts, smearing his cum into my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensations.
“Look at me,” he growls, gripping my chin.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes. I have no choice but to obey him.
His gaze is hungry, possessive. “That’s better. I want to see those pretty eyes when I claim what’s mine. ”
“I’m not yours,” I spit out, a spark of defiance flaring despite my terror.
His eyes flash dangerously. “You’ve always been mine, Hazel. From the moment I first touched you, and now, I’m going to remind you of that fact.”
As his hands roam lower, I let out a choked sob. I’m all alone with no one to help me. Maybe it’s just easier to surrender and not fight. I fought last time, and it hurt so much. Maybe this time, if I pretend to be pliant, it will be better. My mind starts to close off as I convince myself this is the better way. My hands are tied, and I’m strung up like a piece of meat. I can’t fight him, even if I wanted to.
But then he walks back from me with a small smile as he assesses me. He reaches out and slowly runs the back of his finger over my landing strip. I shudder, but he pulls back quickly, a look of distaste falling over his expression.
“We will have to clean you up,” he states coldly.
I frown for a second until his meaning hits me in the gut like a gross, creepy, disgusting wrecking ball. I kick out at him, unable to help the visceral response to his meaning, but he grabs my ankle and squeezes painfully, twisting until I cry out.
“Naughty girl,” he hisses.
He drops my leg heavily and steadily leans over me to grab the ropes that are caught up on a hook above my head. My arms ache when they drop, but he is quick to grab the rope and haul me to my feet before he shoves me down onto my hands and knees. I land awkwardly, my wrists twisting painfully. He starts walking across the room, and my hands are yanked out from underneath me. I whimper and start crawling or risk being dragged naked over the cold stone floor. My knees are bruised and bleeding by the time we reach the cupboard, and I cry out.
“Please, no! I can’t go back in there!”
His sinister grin is chilling. He lifts me up, shoves me into the small cupboard, and slams the door shut. I hear a lock clicking into place, and my heart nearly busts out of my chest with fear.
The darkness of the cupboard engulfs me, pressing in from all sides. I struggle to breathe, my chest heaving with panicked gasps.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please let me out.”
David’s muffled voice comes through the door. “I’ll be back soon, Hazel. Be a good girl and stay quiet.”
I hear his footsteps retreating, then silence. Tears stream down my face as I curl into myself, trying to make my body as small as possible in the cramped space. My skin crawls where he touched me, where his cum still sticks to my breasts.
Time loses all meaning in the oppressive darkness. Has it been minutes? Hours? I drift in and out, memories blurring with reality. Sometimes, I’m five years old again, cowering in fear. Other times, I’m back with Carter, Noah and Zach on the beach, laughing and enjoying life. I’m in my bookshop, happy and content.
But always, I snap back to this nightmare.
Eventually, I hear footsteps approaching again. The lock clicks as the door opens. I blink against the sudden brightness of the torch shining directly into my face, my eyes struggling to focus.
“There’s my good girl,” a voice croons, but it isn’t David. “Did you miss me?”
“Ayden?” I ask with a frown, unable to see anything.
He grabs my arm, hauling me out of the cupboard. My legs are weak and shaky, and I stumble as Ayden drags me out of the cupboard after being cramped for so long. He keeps a bruising grip on my arm as he pulls me across the room.
“Please, help me!” I say desperately, my voice hoarse as the black spots in front of my eyes start to disappear now that he isn’t shining the light in my face. “Help me get out of here!”
Ayden’s lips curl into a cruel smile. “Oh, Hazel, I’m not here to help you.”
My stomach drops as the full horror of the situation hits me. Ayden isn’t swooping in to save me; he is part of this sick, twisted game.
Ayden shoves me onto the narrow bed, quickly binding my wrists above me again. He growls low in his throat, demanding supplication from me. I struggle weakly, but it’s useless. He ties my ankles to the end of the thin metal bedposts, spreadeagled on the narrow mattress.
“Uncle David will be back soon,” Ayden says, running a possessive hand up my calf. “I’m going to clean you up first for him. ”
I shudder at the family connection. “Please,” I whisper. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go.”
Ayden’s eyes harden as he pulls out a shaving kit from a small box nearby. I whimper and try to close my legs, but the ropes hold me firmly and spread open.
“Now, now,” Ayden chides, running a hand up my inner thigh. “Be a good little omega for me, Hazel. This will go much easier if you don’t fight it.”
Tears stream down my face as he lathers shaving cream over my pussy. The cold foam makes me flinch.
“Please don’t do this,” I beg one last time, even though I know it’s futile.
Ayden ignores my pleas, methodically dragging the razor over my sensitive skin. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he works, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. When he’s finished, he wipes me clean with a wipe. It stings, and tears seep out of my eyes.
“There we go,” he murmurs, running his fingers over my now-bare mound. “Nice and smooth, just how Uncle David likes it.”
I turn my face away, shame and disgust washing over me. Ayden grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re going to be a good little omega for us, aren’t you, Hazel?” he growls. “I want my turn with you after he is done, and I don’t want you to fight me. Surrender that omega to the alphas who can take care of you, Hazel. Let us taste that sweet slick and knot you so you can breed a child with us.”
My eyes widen, and I die inside as the meaning behind that is too much for me to even form into a full thought. “Never,” I whisper. “You will never have that from me.”
Ayden’s grip on my chin tightens painfully. “You don’t have a choice, little omega. You belong to us now, and you will do what we say when we say it. Your life is no longer your own. You will live only to serve us. You will speak only when we require an answer from you. You will keep your eyes lowered and legs open so we can ravage that sweet, bare pussy of yours whenever and wherever we want, even if it is in the middle of the park in broad daylight with everyone watching. They will know you are ours, and no other alpha will ever touch you again. Your life belongs to us now, Hazel.”
I stare at Ayden in horror as his words sink in. The full weight of my situation crashes down on me. I’m trapped here with these monsters, powerless to stop whatever they have planned.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, I won’t let you do this. I’m not your property!”
Ayden’s eyes flash dangerously. “You don’t have a choice, little omega. Fighting will only make it worse for you.”
His hand trails down my body, fingers ghosting over my pussy. I shudder in revulsion, straining against my bonds.
“Such a pretty little girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to have my turn with you.”
Footsteps approach and David appears in the doorway, a predatory smile on his face. “Well done, Ayden. She looks perfect.”
Ayden steps back, allowing David to approach the bed. His eyes roam hungrily over my exposed body.
“Please,” I whimper, one last desperate plea. “Please don’t do this.”
David ignores me, running his hand up my thigh. “I’ve waited so long to have you again, Hazel. My sweet little omega.”
As both David and Ayden step back, taking their time undressing, I squeeze my eyes shut and retreat into myself. There’s no escaping the horror of my reality, but I can try to block it out as much as possible.