Omega Bound

Omega Bound

Ayla

I’m confused. My head is pounding, and I can barely shift my eyes behind my lids because it hurts too damn bad. The smell of mildew and piss quickly reminds me that I am still captive in my 5x5 cage underground. My piss bucket was probably knocked over again. Moaning, I shift to my side and start to open my eyes.

Darkness greets me.

No lights tonight means I’m being punished. The beating I took makes me feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and dragged down a mountain. He shuts the lights off if I don’t cry for him. The only thing that brings the warden great pleasure is seeing my tears while he takes what he wants from me, when he wants it. My pain is the only thing that apparently brings him joy.

The darkness never bothered me as a wolf shifter, but when my wolf, Aramana, abandoned me, I lost my night vision. Now the once unbothersome darkness holds all my fears, with no warning of their approach.

I’m unable to stretch out unless I’m being tied down, and I can’t use my full shifter healing abilities without my wolf. If I’m not being raped, abused, and tortured, I’m daydreaming about all the beautiful ways I can end my suffering. Some would call my longing for death suicidal ideation. I call it freedom. Salvation. The end to all my constant pain.

Kidnapped years ago at fourteen, I have been held captive long enough to mature as a woman and omega shifter. I don’t know how long I’ve been locked away, but I know every day here is another day too long.

“Wakey, wakey,” whispers the warden from somewhere in the dark.

How long has he been here, hiding, watching?

I immediately jump back into the corner of my cage when I feel faint breath on the nape of my neck.

“It’s a shame you can’t see the bumps that lurk in the night, snow.” Terrified, I curl up into a ball in the middle of my cell. His breath reeks of cigarettes and booze.

“You didn’t cry for me. You quit screaming, and now you take away my tears? Are you truly that broken, little snow?” His mocking laugh echoes through the underground facility I’m kept in. “I told you I would get your voice back. Now, we’ll add your tears to the list,” he snarls, and I hear the unlocking of my cage door.

He immediately reaches in and grabs me by the hair, pulling me from my cage naked and dragging my skinned knees across the concrete floor, reopening them and causing them to bleed. I don’t fight. I gave up lifetimes ago. I grit my teeth, refusing to make a sound. I can’t remember the last time I spoke.

My last words were, please don’t put me in there.

He put me in the walk-in freezer naked anyway.

I am lifted off the floor and immediately shoved into a wall. Cold and broken, like me. Maybe he will choke me this time and go too far, ending my suffering. Maybe he will piss in my rations later and make me eat it. He’s quite creative when he’s denied his pleasure.

“Cry for me, you little bitch,” he growls, I’m sure flashing his fangs and placing his hand around my neck, squeezing the air from me and causing me to urinate down my leg, making him laugh.

“Beg for air, and I’ll go easy on you. Give me your tears, and I will give you a warm meal tonight. Withhold them, and you starve,” he reminds me.

I can’t remember the last time I had anything warm to eat. My food is always cold and laced when I’m allowed to eat anyway. Laced with what…I’m not sure, but I think it could be a reason I lost Aramana. Maybe this time they put too much in? I would love to find out, but I refuse to give any of these assholes my tears or words.

It’s all I have left.

I’m mute by choice and will remain that way. If I can’t talk to my wolf, I don’t want to talk at all. They’ve taken everything from me. This is all I know. My ability to produce tears is gone, and it’s not coming back. I’m broken, alone, helpless—a vegetable rotting in a cage.

There is nothing else.

I am numb.

Gasping for air like a fish, limp against the wall, my vision starts to go black. I see stars in the darkness, and it’s oddly comforting. I can’t remember the last time I saw real ones. I’m dropped to the ground like a limp noodle and immediately kicked in my right rib cage. The air leaves me, and excruciating pain sets in.

Yep. They’re broken again.

Constant pain while breathing is one of his favorite forms of torture—and the easiest to inflict.

I fall to my left side on the cold, unforgiving concrete. I dare not crawl away. That will always lead to more beatings. I once lost my fingernails when I was grabbed and pulled by my ankles while trying to crawl away, clawing at the floor. I hope that if I ever shift again, I have claws, because my nails are still growing back in.

He licks up the side of my face, and the urge to vomit stomach acid is immediate.

“Oh, you taste so sweet, little omega. You taste like fear, and it is delicious,” he hisses in my ear, causing me to flinch. “Your disobedience gets me hard, but your fear makes me want to rut you. You don’t have anywhere else to be tonight. You’re all mine, and I have permission to use you all night, as long as you’re ready for the healer in the morning. You’ve got a big day ahead, with a high-paying alpha looking for an omega in heat, so we need you looking presentable—and that snow-white skin ready for new bruises.”

He laughs at the last part like he just heard a great joke.

They dose me with some street drug created to put an omega in a false heat. The cramping pain is unbearable, and the hot flashes make you feel like you’re being burned alive. It’s only for a day or two, but that’s too long. I have no sense or ability to function after receiving the heat injection.

Usually tied down, my body betrays me—always ready with slick for an alpha knot, not sated and too drugged to stay coherent. Of course, there are moments of consciousness when I realize I’m filled with alpha knots and foreign objects, with fresh wounds and the smell of blood in the air, but it passes quickly.

At least, I think it does.

He pulls me off the ground and throws me stomach-first over my cage. The cold bars bite into my thin, malnourished stomach. He kicks my heels apart with his steel-toed boots, pulls my hair back, ripping some out, and slams into me without notice. No sounds of a belt or zipper rustling.

He was ready for this while I lay unconscious in my cage.

Lurking in the dark with his damn dick out.

Monster.

My cage almost tips over completely with the force of his thrust. Hard. Painful. He pulls out, and before he can thrust again, the room is violently rocked with an apparent explosion.

I’m thrown off the cage from the blast and onto the hard concrete floor. The warden lands next to me, groaning, his limbs thrown over my body. He must be ready to shift because I can see his steel wolf eyes in the dark.

I right myself, holding my ribs, and feel around for the entrance of my cage. My ears are ringing, and I smell blood, with something filling my left eye no matter how many attempts I make to clear it. It trickles onto my lip.

I see a faint light in a cloud of dust on the other side of the room, with a shadowy figure shifting through the dust and concrete debris that is blasting around the area.

What the hell was that?