Page 136 of Slick Handling

“You made her ugly.”

“I made her compliant.” Orion snaps back, but he doesn’t look at me. Maybe seeing a woman bruised by his fist doesn’t do it for him.

He walks away, looking around the dusty living room that we’re settled in.

The place is furnished. A term that is very loosely being used to explain the dilapidated place that they have managed to kidnap me too.

Everything is covered in sheets, like it was packed up years ago and people forget to come back and get the things they left behind. A thick layer of dust is settled over the coverings. There is some drywall that has fallen from damage in the ceilings, probably from a leak. The whole place smells dirty.It’s not just dirty, but moldy and wet. A soul musty scent like animals have been making this home while it wasn’t occupied by people burns at my nose.

My nose twists up and I sneeze from the scent getting into my senses.

I’m going to be sick.

“Shit. Don’t puke!” Jennifer screeches at me, jumping back like I have the plague.

Orion makes a sound of annoyance, before stepping closer, and ripping the duct tape from my lips. It hurts so badly that I want to scream, but I’m too busy sucking mouthfuls of stale air in so I don’t puke.

I can’t puke.

It will just make everything smell worse.

“You have caused enough trouble. You’re going to sit and be a good Omega for us. We’re going to figure out what happens next soon enough.” Bryce snarls at me.

Orion is just staring at me, his mouth a strange line as he stares at my battered face.

I haven’t looked in the mirror yet. From the way that my face is aching I’m sure whatever greets me isn’t going to be a pretty sight. It’s not the first time that I’ve been hit in the face. Hopefully it is the last.

My chin raises slightly. I want him to look at me and see what he’s done. I want him to look at me and feel guilty for hitting me like he did.

Orion grabs my chin, turning my head from the left to the right. He makes a sound in the back of his throat before a smile pulls across his face.

Leaning forward, I see all the malice that dances in his eyes as he looks at me.

“Now that I know how pretty you look in purple and black, I’m going to make sure I dress your whole body in those colors.” He squeezes my chin so tightly I want to cry out.

I’m trying to be strong. Trying to show him that I’m not terrified by what is happening, but it’s clear we both know that’s a lie.

The pain from him pressing on me becomes too much though and I see the black dots entering my vision. He’s going to make me pass out from pain again.

I fight with myself to stay awake. Trying to fight through it all so that I can survive this.

He’s too strong, though. The darkness blankets me, covering me in its protective layer like it knows that I need something to hide me from the situation that I’m in.

“She’s burning up.”

“It’s her heat.”

“We don’t have a nest here.”

“She’s not even our real Omega. Who cares if she doesn’t have a nest? She still has holes to take knots. She’s obviously already broken in.”

“I want to ride her face when you knot her.”

“I want her ass.”

“I wonder if she’s taken all those knots. Hopefully she’s not too used up.”

I want to not be in this situation with the world’s worst pack of people. Yet here I am, groaning as I feel sweat dripping down my forehead.

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