Page 190 of Rage

My gaze takes everything in as the auctioneer pushes me at two betas who walk me down the stairs to the pack who is currently signing paperwork.

“Enjoy your purchase,” the beta escorting me says, nodding as he pushes me toward the pack.

“Thank you,” one of the alphas says. “I’m hoping she’ll come around our cocks a few times before we fuck her to death.”

Ah, they’re into snuffing the life out of their omegas, seeing how tight and wet I’ll get before the light leaves my eyes. That’s cute, but not something I plan to allow them to experience.

I wonder how popular this game is with other alphas who come here to find an omega. Granted, he’s buying me for a steal, but his plan is still to use my body until they are ready to kill me.

The alphas finish their transaction, and one of them picks me up as if I were a sack of shit to throw me over his shoulder. It takes everything inside of me not to gasp, though my eyes widen to the size of saucers. Fucking Neanderthals.

They leave the auction house quickly, though they don’t stop at a vehicle to drive away in. Instead, they continue on foot toward a seedy hotel. I only know this because they’re openly discussing it, and no one bats an eye.

Is this common practice for post auction shenanigans?Ophelia believes in offering a wide array of inventory to make her prices more accessible for alphas who can’t pay for top tier omega pussy. I have to ignore how ridiculous it is that I feel kind of slighted.

Ophelia wanted to get rid of me by any means necessary, so I’m Walmart Brand Barbie. Wonderful.

The idea makes me even more angry as the alphas stomp into the hotel room. They already have a key, which means they checked in for the express purpose of fucking an omega. It’s freezing out today, and I think my nipples may be able to cut glass by this point. The alpha carrying me tosses me onto a lumpy mattress, smirking as he begins to undress.

If he wants to keep his cock where it unimpressively is attached, I think he needs to stay far away from my mouth.

The game has changed. There’s no one to keep me in line. Come at me, alpha bro. I’ll bite it clean off.

“If you don't take off your clothes, I’ll have to cut it off, little whore,” the alpha next to Naked Limp Dick sneers, pulling out a knife.

“I’m so scared,” I rasp, my meek act coming to an end. “Come discipline me, Daddy.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny,” he breathes, pulling out a wicked knife.

Did you know there are so many nerve endings in your hand that if you pinch one just right, it’ll go numb? It’s a glorious thing, because you won’t be able to hold anything, your hand is dead and useless. That’s exactly what is going to happen for Daddy Alpha when he comes for me with that knife.

“Hysterical,” I deadpan, scrambling so I’m on my knees. I need to be able to move quickly, depending on how Daddy Alpha wants to play this.

Now that it’s just the four of us, I can tell these alphas smell rancid. They’re not good people. I can smell stale sweat, blue cheese, and rotten food. These are not the scents of alphas I want to roll around with and fuck of my own free will.

“I think you need to learn some manners,” Daddy Alpha snarls, moving quickly as he climbs onto the bed.

Waiting for him to kneel over me, his knife coming toward my throat, I grab his hand, digging my fingers into the most vulnerable nerve endings to force him to let go.

“Witch!” he screams, making me laugh in an unhinged way. None of this is funny, but my vengeance will scratch a three year old itch.

“Don’t you want to play anymore, Daddy?” I ask, pouting as I take the knife from him. Reaching up, I yank on his dark, sweaty hair, pulling it toward me so I can shove the knife deep under his chin.

It’s such a vulnerable spot, it’s silly that he gave me the perfect opportunity to kill him. Knives are one of my favorite ways to take out the garbage. Not wanting to get stuck underneath him when he dies, I shove my foot in his pelvis, forcing him to roll over. I ride the alpha as he capsizes, shoving his knife in even deeper.

One down…

Limp Dick Alpha roars, reaching over and pulling me off his pack member and the bed by my hair. My scalp is used to this, all it does is remind me to take my newly acquired weapon with me. Blood pours from Daddy Alpha’s body, and the last pack member moans in grief and anger.

“You’re all going to die,” I sing in a creepy voice. “I got your dick!”

A quick twist relieves Limp Dick of his less than adequate cock, his scream making me grin as he keeps me on my knees.

“You bitch!” he roars.

“Do you expect me to kiss it and make it feel better?” I ask, shoving the knife deep in his lower thigh.

His femoral artery happily sprays as I pull it out, pushing him away to deal with his impending death.

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