Page 107 of The Butcher

Several of them, and they stayed covered until he was ready to use them, so I had no idea they were there until it was too late.

When he was ready, Hall had them all uncovered and moved closer to the table once it was cleared. He had members of his pack as well as the others who were there, help restrain the omegas, tying them up between the mirrors, facing the table in the middle with nowhere to turn. The mirrors were elevated and angled, giving him the best view possible no matter where he looked, and it made it so he didn’t miss anything that happened.

Then he proceeded to humiliate me on a scale I didn’t know existed.

I was stripped of my meager slip, naked in front of so many strangers, something that was far worse than being bare in front of the current breeding pack, or someone on staff at the ranch. Hall put me in the center of the table, chaining my wrists and ankles, attaching them to secret hooks under the wood that aided in forcing me to my knees with my legs splayed beneath me.

He had everyone come up to me, touching, poking, prodding at every bit of exposed flesh. The men shoved their fingers in my mouth, they groped my breasts, spread my vagina and my ass. They looked at, and touched every part of my body, and even though that’s what I was literally born and bred for, it was the first time I truly felt violated and understood what the word meant. Because I was put on display, and more men than what I was used to were able to do whatever they wanted to me, no matter how depraved it was.

After the viewing portion, Hall wanted to show them why he was so infatuated with me.

So, the sick bastard changed my position, forcing me on my hands and knees, facing the mirror across from me, and I wasn’t allowed to look away. He put a bit in my mouth, one similar to what people use on horses, and he used it to make sure I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried.

Then he raped me.

Whether he felt entitled to do it or not, Hall forced himself on me in front of dozens of people, tugging on the reins, pushing his penis into me without anything to help, and he whipped me with a switch the entire time.

When he grew tired of that, he changed my position yet again, laying me out on my back, my arms and legs spread and pointed toward the four corners of the table. Hall slid me down so my shoulders were at the edge, my head tipped back over it,then he crammed his dick in my mouth and forced himself on me that way, all while hitting my thighs and core with the switch.

From there, it gets blurry.

Hall kept adjusting how I was chained up so he could torture me; hitting, spitting, slapping, and eventually, cutting me with some sort of blade, just to show those men I wouldn’t cry. Because I didn’t.

No matter what he did to me, I didn’t cry.

I wouldn’t give that bastard the satisfaction of my tears, and I still refused when he let every single male in that room have their turn with me.

I was in and out of consciousness by that time, praying for death, both mine and his, and the last thing I remember before I blacked out was Hall making me watch in the mirror above me as he threatened one of the female omegas into climbing above my head, saying he’d kill us both if she didn’t get herself off by riding my face, and he had a male omega fuck me in the ass with his penis while simultaneously shoving a champagne bottle in and out of my vagina like it was some sex toy, complete with the contents inside while he did.

They both cried.

They cried, and they apologized to me over and over, I remember that, just like I remember how Hall had them both at gunpoint during the entire ordeal.

I had to watch every sick and twisted thing happen, completely helpless to do anything for any of us, right up until I passed out. Which only happened when one of his pack mates brought my mother into the room.

The last thing I heard was her sobbing, and begging for them to let me go.

“When Hall got with Foster, after killing everyone in that first pack, he toned it way down.” I chuckle, but this isn’t funny. It’s mortifying to relive but it’s better that it’s all out there. Mymates deserve to know. “He’d still beat me if Foster wasn’t with him, but that was rare. Foster had been on a waitlist for me, and he wasn’t as cruel because of it. He wasn’t cruel at all, if I’m being honest, and I’m grateful for the way it carried over to Hall.” Staring into the empty fireplace, I shiver, all of these memories making me sick, and terrifying me all over again since he’s apparently looking for me. “He knew they were going to kill me, that I had gone through the final breed and was going to be put down if I didn’t produce, so I’m not really sure why Hall is looking for me.”

He was there that night, I didn’t see him but I swear I heard him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of the ones trying to beat me to death.

I pull the sheet tighter around my shoulders, rubbing my arms so I don’t start wringing my hands again. “He might have known where they were taking my body. That could be why he’s looking for me.” I glance back at my mates, regretting it as soon as I do, then look away. “If he did, and he went there for some fucked up reason, then didn’t find what he was looking for, I could see Hall getting pissed and wanting to find out what happened.”

That’s the only explanation, really.

How else would he know I’m not dead, and he’d be able to go looking for me?

The room is totally silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing, and I can feel my anxiety start to pick up again because of it.

I’d almost rather they scream and yell, that they go off about how disgusted they are, how completely broken I am, and how they wish I never showed up in their town.

Bramley already regretted bringing me here, I’m sure he hates himself for it now.

Proven when he’s the one who breaks the silence.

“We’ve got some bodies to dump.”

I turn slowly, afraid of any number of things I might see, and for some reason, when it’s only Nash and Clayton walking out of the room behind Bramley, that hurts more than I thought it was going to.

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