Page 189 of Rage

I’m the last omega. Fuck, there’s so much pressure there.

Turning to face them, I listen to the beta who is the auctioneer as he begins to speak.

“This omega is no stranger to rough sex,” he says, making me swallow hard. “She’ll be a good little cum whore for you, and better yet, she’s not too proud to beg for it.”

My blood is boiling even as I keep my facial features impassive. I’m standing at the ultimate mercy of these alphas, and I don’t want to show my true colors. I was a killer before I was kidnapped off the streets of Michigan, nothing has changed now.

The beta who found me was a bear of a man, walked up to me, and punched me in the face. That sucker punch knocked me out, allowing him to tie me up, and drive me over state lines to Minnesota. If I hadn’t been overtired from working back to back shifts, none of this would have happened.

Hindsight’s a bitch.

The crowd begins to catcall and yell up at me, the waves of alpha pheromones incredibly potent as they wash over me. It’s too much, and I feel faint as I stand resolutely on the stage. It doesn’t matter how shitty I feel, I will not show weakness or pass out.

It’s a delicate game, but one I need to win.

“Let’s start the bidding at eight hundred dollars!” the beta says gleefully.

Fuck. That’s a really low bid, the asshole. People yell out their intended bids, driving up the price as they go. Unfortunately, there are some really greasy misfortunates out there, all yelling to buy me. It’s gross how alphas of this low stature can afford to come into an auction house to buy an omega.

There are cheaper ways to get off.

“Can I hear three thousand dollars?” I hear.

It’s embarrassing to hear how little my life is worth. I bet Ophelia is cackling in the wings. I’m sure she’s behind this torture as I’m reminded that I’m worthless, simply a hole that begs to be filled when she pumps me full of her medication.

I hope this place catches on fire on day and she fucking dies.

“Four thousand as my final offer!” an alpha with a bad toupee and a gut yells out. Oh my, he’s a catch.

My stomach flips with derision and nausea as I see that he’s with three other men. They’re all overweight. I’m not at my best fighting weight, and I haven’t had anything to eat today. I’ll need to make sure I can incapacitate them quickly so I can play a little.

I want to hear screams before I disappear into the night. Maybe bathe in their blood a bit. I’m not asking for much.

My tongue slides over my bottom lip in thought, causing someone else to bid. Fuck, that’s not what I wanted to do.

“Turn around, little cum slut. Show the room what they’re purchasing,” the auctioneer demands.

He can’t bark me into doing anything, and even if he could, it’s much less effective after fighting off alpha barks for the last three years. Practice makes perfect.

Slowly turning around for the room, I give them the privilege of gazing at my body. My ass is semi covered with the bottoms I’m wearing, and my pussy is bone dry. I am not excited by this in the least bit, my body is repulsed by all the mingling alpha scents.

“Anyone else?” the beta asks, looking around.

“Five thousand dollars,” an alpha yells out.

I heard the bids for other omegas, and they were in the millions. This is a joke. If I actually cared how much I sold for at a sex trafficking auction, I’d feel sufficiently embarrassed.

Please just let him win.The alpha is a tall, strong man, surrounded by two other alphas. They have cruel eyes, their body language telling me they’re not good alphas.

“I bet she’s a great dick sucker with those lips,” an alpha in his pack yells.

There aren’t going to be any hearts and flowers with this pack, and it’s just as well. The auctioneer slams down the gavel,signaling that they’ve won. People groan, but I’m sure the beta is ready to go home.

Auctions sometimes can go on until very late, and I’m not worth staying up for. That’s exactly what he’s telling me with his actions.

“Come here, little omega,” the beta says. Walking toward him because it’s expected, I tell myself that this is what I want.

I need to be bought so I can leave this place. It’s hard sometimes to make peace with leaving a place where you know their routines and expectations. Outside of these walls, anything goes.

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