Page 19 of Fight

“The rats will eat really well tonight,” the alpha holding me tightly says with a mean chuckle. “Open ‘er up! Let’s see what they think when they taste fresh omega.”

“No!” I scream. “Please, you can’t, I mean?—”

“You should have sucked my cock nicely, instead of being such a bitch,” Arthur says, pushing the stick under the lid to shove it open. My eyes widen as I see he holds it there, making me wonder if he’s going to let it slam shut on top of me. My arms have long gone numb from being tied so tightly behind my back, and I’m still naked.

I lose my shit, unable to hold my dignity right now as I try to twist enough so the alpha squeezing me to death may drop me. Unfortunately, it just makes him amused as he rolls his eyes, compressing my limbs so hard, I swear something may snap.

“Toss her in then,” Arthur says with a nod, making a hurrying motion as he looks over his shoulder. I wonder what he’s worried about as he shoves the top of the dumpster even higher.

The squeals of rats get louder, and my screams turn to wails as the asshole holding me throws me in, banging my body against the lid before I fall into the dumpster. Any ambient light outside is extinguished when Arthur smirks and drops the lid. I swear I can feel little feet on my body as I kick and scream, my head shaking from side to side.

“Oh my God! Please help! Someone!” I yell. I don’t know if rats will eat human flesh, or if they’re scared of the insane omega thrashing around in their home, but I’ve watched too many horror shows with Auggie to be able to do anything but scream.

I haven’t eaten in I don’t know how many hours, and my body is tired from the stress and misery of tonight. Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to survive this one.

Please, someone hear me.

JASPER

It’s been a long damn day, and I’m here late with Tommy going over a new business idea I have for the fights. It’s a little before one in the morning, and I’m about ready to call it with him when I hear banging and screaming outside in the alley.

“Do you hear that?” I ask, surprised.

We haven’t had a break in at the gym in years, and the only mafia family we have an issue with lives on the south side of Chicago. The damn Italians don’t like us right now, because they want our gun contacts. Too bad they’ll never get them.

Tommy doesn't run guns often, but only because the fights and illegal drugs keep us busy. There are unhappy people looking to lose themselves in drugs, and we supply it for them. Frowning as Tommy pulls a gun from his desk as he nods, we stand quickly together as we walk out of the office toward the back door.

I’m always armed, so I pull my firearm from my holster as I slowly open the door into the alley. The rats are screaming in the dumpster, and I almost relax as I hear them banging around inside it until I realize that’s not the rats.

“Tommy, there’s someone in the dumpster,” I grunt, looking around to see if there’s anyone around who would have done this. The night is fucking quiet outside of the normal city sounds, so I return my gun to the holster at my back as I stride quickly to help whoever is inside the dumpster.

My boss looks concerned as he puts away his gun, helping me shove the dumpster open. Peering in, I see a girl writhing as she screams, unable to get out. It appears her arms are also tied behind her back, and the rats are climbing all over her.

“Hey! Get away from her!” I yell, kicking at the metal.

Pushing the door until it’ll stay open against the wall, I jump up as I grab hold of the lip of the dumpster bin to pull myself up to get her.

“Tommy, get ready to help me out. Fuck, let’s hope you’re not fishing both of us out of here,” I mutter. My boss’ lips press together as he grabs my legs as I drop the top of my body into the dumpster, quickly grabbing the girl in my arms. “Get us up!”

My ab muscles scream as I try to lift my body as Tommy pulls us out, struggling to keep the girl from falling again. She can’t see me, trapped in the horror of the dumpster still as she kicks out and struggles in my arms.

She’s naked except for some dirt and trash that sticks to her body, the rats deciding she was too damn loud to nibble on. I can see teeth marks on her skin, but they appear human, making my blood boil.

It’ll have to wait for now, because we’re not in the clear yet.

“Shhh, we’re getting you out,” I tell her, trying to be gentle. Unfortunately, I don’t understand what that word is, and I snap at her. “Yo! You’re safe! Stop fucking moving before I drop you!”

Tommy snorts as he continues to pull me up, and I feel a small twinge of remorse. She’s tiny, smells awful from the garbage, still locked in a nightmare in her mind. I don’t blame her in any way, because the damn rats were going crazy, and God only knows what else happened to her tonight before she was dumped.

Did whoever did this think she was dead? I don’t think so, because she was screaming too damn loudly for that.

Twisting my body until I can sit on the lid of the dumpster, I jump down as I hold her tightly to give her a quick cursory look.

“Hey, hey come on. Look around, no more rats!” I call out to her, seeing how bruised her face is, and the cuts all over her curvy body. “You look like you’re having a shit day. Come on, let us help you.”

“I’m out?” she whispers, looking around before she looks up at Tommy and I. Cringing, she shakes her head. “Please don’t send me to the auctions. I don’t deserve to go there. He tried to take me…”

It’s obvious this girl has had a really rough fucking day when her eyes roll in the back of her head and she faints dead away in my arms.

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