Chapter 13

Thirteen

OLIVIA

" O h shit," I moaned as he toyed with my bare clitoris while sitting on his lap. Brett then deposited me onto the cushion on my back and spread my legs out further, using his hands to rip a larger hole into my leggings.

"Ahh, that's perfect," he grunted, kneeling between my legs and staring at his handiwork. I looked up at the ceiling as he touched the folds of my pussy, spreading me open before him. I couldn't look at his face as he sniffed me between my pussy lips. And when I felt his tongue shoot out and lick my clit, my hips jerked. "I missed your taste, sweet thing. Why have you been resisting me this entire time?"

"Because I don't want you. You psychopath!" I said, desperately wanting to kick him in the face as he licked my pussy. I shut my eyes tight, frozen, as I felt his tongue pressing against my clit. He laughed softly at my insult, and it sounded like he was proud of being called a psycho. My thighs shook as he forced an orgasm from me. "Why are you like this? Don't you want an omega to like you?"

"Yummy," he said, slurping and licking all the slick I released. "I'm going to bring you to heat, even if you took all the heat suppressants. Don't worry, omega."

"I'm not worrying," I said, watching as he sat up, licking his lips. Then he dipped his head one more time between my legs, rubbing his nose across my slick. I lay there frozen, simply watching him.

"I want to smell you before I come back tonight," he said. I breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't be here all day. He took one more giant sniff of my pussy and stood up, straightening his black shirt. "Be a good omega. I'll be back for you tonight."

He kissed my inner thigh and finally stood up to leave.

"How long am I going to be in here?!" I shouted, but he ignored my question.

Once he left the room, I was a trembling mess in the middle of the cushion. I slowly sat up and looked at the loose threads from the hole in my leggings, forever exposing my pussy to him. Sitting cross-legged, I ripped the threads off, trying to block off what happened, and instead focused on this single task before me. I sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do. This room was small and claustrophobic, which I hated. And I hated the darkness of it, too, but my eyes were slowly adjusting.

Breathing hard, I stood on shaky legs. There was nothing in this room to look at, no window, no bathroom. Suddenly, my stomach growled for breakfast, and I wondered if someone was going to bring food to me.

I made my way to the door certain that it was locked. But when I twisted the doorknob, I was surprised to find that it was open. Looking outside the door, I didn't see Brett around, so I stood in the carpeted hallway. The flickers of the candles danced around me on the dark purple walls. It was so drab down here, and it felt like an ancient corridor. Quietly walking back up towards the stairs, I decided to try my luck.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I was breathless, and I wanted to scream when I couldn't twist the doorknob open at all.

Shit.

No matter how hard I tried to twist the doorknob, it was locked, and I didn't have a single hair clip on me to try to unlock the door on my own. Starting the slow descent down the stairs, I wondered if it was even possible to escape this damn camp. Outside the buildings, I remembered that there were tons of guards everywhere, and it seemed impossible that any omega would be able to escape. My mind wandered to Lacy, and I wondered if she'd really been able to get away. There was no way of getting information around here, and my imagination was my biggest enemy.

I decided to explore the other side of the basement, so I took a left down the hallway. Maybe there would be another exit. But when I entered the large dark cavern, I saw omegas sitting on the cold concrete floor and conversing with each other. There were three of them, and they were dressed poorly in rags with dark bags under their eyes. They looked dejected as they sat on the floor, looking at me curiously.

"What you in here for?" asked one of them, nodding her chin towards me. This omega had a nose piercing and purple-dyed hair. She looked like she was the youngest of the group.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, not sure how much to trust these omegas. But I made it a rule to myself that I wouldn't trust anyone here except for Sergio, Ian, and Evan.

Walking around the massive basement, I saw a flimsy table with a slow cooker on it. I opened it, and a foul-smelling chili wafted in the air. I quickly closed it, and my nose turned up in disgust. Instead, I grabbed a piece of dry bread next to the slow cooker.

"That's the only food we got," said the purple-haired omega. "Every day, all day. So you better eat for strength."

"Are you serious?" I said, grabbing a tin cup and pouring water in it using a spigot that barely had water. The water was cloudy. This place was so freaking gross I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "How long have you ladies been here?"

"Don't remember," said the purple-haired one. "Could be months or years, who the fuck knows?"

"At least it's not years like Sylvia, who died here," said the blond one, shaking her head.

"I'm Olivia," I said, sitting with my thighs closed as tight as possible since Brett had ruined my leggings.

"Reyna," said the purple-haired omega, rubbing her pale face. She looked like she hadn't seen sunlight in years. "Make yourself comfortable because you ain't leaving anytime soon."

"I've been here a month," said another omega who had brown skin and long braids down her back. She pressed a hand to her belly. "I'm Monique, and they took my baby after I nursed him for two days."

"I'm so sorry, Monique," I said, hearing the sorrow in her voice. I couldn't imagine that happening to me. "Why did they put you in here?"

"Because I didn't willingly hand them my baby," Monique said, eyes downcast. "I fought for my baby boy until the end. They figured I wasn't loyal enough and didn't belong, so they dumped me in here as punishment."

"Once you're in here, you'll never get out," said Reyna darkly, leaning back on her elbows, and I could see marks all over her legs from living here. Her knees looked bruised, and I wondered what the hell happened to these omegas.

I looked over at the third omega. She had short blond hair, not much of it anyway since it looked like it was chopped off at the roots.

"I'm Krissy," she said in a timid voice, biting her filthy nails. It made me sad to see such a young omega in such dire condition like this. Dread was pouring through every vein in my body at the type of life they lived, and I got a glimpse of my future life.

"Why are you in here, Krissy?"

"I tried running away with Reyna," said Krissy, shrugging. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm willing to do whatever it takes to leave. I miss the sun and being outside walking on the sand."

"I'm sure you do," I said, tears springing to my eyes as I chewed on the hard bread.

"I'm fucking sorry, and you know it, Krissy," grumbled Reyna, shutting her eyes tight and re-opening them.

"I know," sighed Krissy. "You never forced me to go with you. I went willingly."

"It doesn't matter. None of us should even be in here. The alphas are to blame," I said, the cold ground underneath me hard on my ankles. "Why don't you sit in the rooms instead? They have cushions, at least."

"During the day, we like to hang out here," said Monique, looking up at the tiny window high above us. "We'd rather not sit in the torture rooms all day long. We need a break from the memories the rooms hold."

My stomach twisted with fear.

"What happens?"

"The alphas," said Monique. "They come in here and knot us. Multiple alphas who haven't been assigned omegas but need to relieve their hunger come in here for the rebel omegas to take."

"What the fuck?" I asked, horrified, standing up. I couldn't be in this place locked up. I didn't belong here. "We need to get out here."

Reyna let out a sharp laugh.

"She thinks we haven't tried any of that before," she said, and that made my brain whirl in utter confusion. I looked up at the window and didn't see a way I could scale up the tall concrete wall.

I paced around the dark cavern, holding the dry bread in my hand until it crumbled to pieces on the ground.

"Great, you're going to bring in the rats now with that mess," said Reyna.

"Sorry," I said, my mind unfocused. Alpha after alpha would come in at night and knot us. The thought of it made me sink against the wall in horror. Rats were the least of my problems right now. "Brett brought me in here as my alpha handler. Would other alphas be in my room?"

"Yes, there are no locks in the rooms," said Monique. "It's a free-for-all basically. They don't care about us."

"What happens if you get pregnant?"

"You give birth upstairs and come right back in here. If any omega upstairs are unhappy with their baby taken away, they know they'll end up in here," explained Krissy. "They tell all the rules before omegas give birth."

"I couldn't allow them to take my baby," said Monique, breathing hard. It was like the memory was still fresh in her mind's eye. She looked distraught, and I felt the hopelessness emanating from her. "If only they could give me my baby back, I wouldn't care what they did to me."

Without any way to escape, I rejoined their circle and listened to their horrible tales of capture while thinking of my current horrors with Brett that were going to happen and which would only get worse.

In here, the omegas were treated like shit. No rules, no nothing.

And that thought alone scared me like no other.