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AMAYA

I wish, I fucking wish I would have woken to the sound of the disgusting voices instead of the stiletto heel currently trying to puncture a hole between my thigh and my ass. I don't know how the hell it happened, but my bottom half is sprawled out of my cage, leaving my ass and legs vulnerable. At least the scraps of my clothes still cover my bruised legs. Weeks with only scraps of bread and chunks of rotten banana have reverted me to my bony, malnourished self.

I miss Vincent. Blueberry muffins and ice cream too. I spent so many years without the goodies of the world. A few months wasn't enough to satisfy my appetite for sugar and carbs. I miss my nana's soup and I hope I will make it to the day my mates make it for me again.

"She doesn't look very pretty. And what the hell is she wearing?"

Digging my head further into the crook of my elbow, I hide the pain burning my eyes because of the woman’s heel bruising my ass.

The alpha who has been in charge of my daily torture speaks up, not surprising me in the slightest that he's here. "I don't run a fuckin' fashion company or a spa. You want the slut looking nice, you figure it out."

A voice I don't recognize grunts. "Dress her in these after her… bath." The new man chuckles like the fact that my bath isn't actually a brutal hosing.

"Whatever you want as long as you got the money," ponytail asshole responds with a bored tone laced with threat.

I do my damnedest to bite back my whimper when the stiletto breaks skin, but it slips out anyway. "Aww. Such a pretty little noise, Omega."

Without warning, a hand coils around my ankle and drags me the rest of the way out of my cage. This time I bite back the noise of protest, but my arms give way, and my face is free for them to see as I'm nudged onto my back.

"Aww, Kallan, you shouldn't have. You didn't mar these little features." The woman coos who I realize is clearly an alpha now that her rank ass toxic scent slams into my nose. It's strong, like an old lady's perfume, and when she trails her manicured claw across my face, I recoil.

She tuts, her high red ponytail shaking with her disappointment. "Add that to the list of things to fix please," she says over her shoulder and to my surprise, the ponytail alpha nods.

"W-Wh—" I try to croak and gag on her scent.

The woman's face twists in faux pity. "Aww, little one. You're mine now, and I like all my dollies to be absolutely perfect."

I try to scramble away like hell hounds are nipping at my heels, only to bump into something solid. Dread settles heavy on my shoulders as I peek up, seeing an equally attractive man as the beautiful woman, but the salacious grin he wears snatches his beauty away with shadows of evil. He has slicked back black hair and a tailored suit to match the skeevy look.

"Bony bitch aren't ya?" His voice is the one who mentioned a change of clothes and as I whip my tired neck around, I notice I have the alpha woman blocking one side, my torturer on the other side, and this other alpha who reeks of sugary vinegar. "Kallan, I don't like em' like this."

Still sprawled between them, the alpha who has ruined me speaks up, giving me the bit of information that his name is Kallan. "You want her fattened up? You pay for it Greg."

Greg, vomit.

"Wanna add it to the list, Shan? Or just fix it at home?" Greg looks at the woman still staring at me like she's going to eat me alive.

"I want her home as soon as possible. So much fun to be had," she sings, crouching down and tugging on my top.

Trembling, I don't even think about it, but I lift my hand to cover my nose to block out their putrid scents. Rage contorts her feminine features, then she lashes out and scrapes the tips of her nails down the length of my left forearm. She rips four lines of skin open and forces my hand to flail away as I scream.

I’ve had scrapes, welts, ripped out hair, a couple beatings, starvation, and perpetual thirst. This might be the first thing I've truly felt in a long while. Burning flame licks up my arm, and clutching the wounded limb to my chest only makes it worse, but I have to stay small.

"Look what you did!" she hisses, jumping to her full height and kicking the pointed toe of her stiletto into the middle of my spine as I curl into a ball.

Tears that I didn't think were possible in my dehydrated state track down my cheeks. This, by far, isn't the worst pain I've felt, but here on the cold, hard floor is the worst I have ever felt.

With cries of my fellow omegas as background noise, I'm forced to listen to my new owners discuss the lessons they would like beaten into me before they come back next month.

Three alphas hover over me with their feet threatening to do more damage. I have never felt so vulnerable, and it's all because I don't have the energy to slip away. My body may be in a constant state of horrific vulnerability, but I've lost the ability to shield my mind and heart. My soul is safe with Vincent for now. I just hope it doesn't fracture before they find me.

If they find me.