Page 99 of Unhinged Omega

I look to Madame again, silently begging her to put a stop to this. For a moment, I think I see conflict in her eyes. But then she nods, her voice cold when she speaks.

"Do as he says."

My finger slides onto the trigger.

I can smell the excitement coming off the other alpha. This is a show for him. A game. I always knew the men and women who came through these doors saw me as less than human.

But this is new.

"Put the gun in your mouth," the alpha commands, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "And pull the trigger."

Oh, gods.

I'm going to die.

The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I'm going to die here, on my knees, with a gun in my mouth and a room full of strangers watching. I'm going to die without ever having lived a day of my own life.

And the worst part?

The most fucked up, twisted part of it all?

My only wish isn't for freedom. Freedom is terrifying, more frightening than anything that happens within these walls.

Even this.

No, my only wish, my only regret is that I never got the chance to belong to someone who sees me as worth something.

Anything.

I sob as I raise the gun to my lips. The metal is cold against my tongue, and I can barely breathe around it. But for once, fear overrides the compulsion to obey. My finger rests on the trigger, but I can't make myself pull it.

I… can't obey him.

The alpha's eyes narrow. "Pull the trigger," he barks.

And just like that, my control shatters.

My finger squeezes.

Click.

For a moment, there's nothing but silence. Then laughter erupts around the room as I collapse in a heap, the gun clattering to the floor beside me. Harsh, mocking laughter that cuts through me like knives.

I curl in on myself, sobbing so hard I can barely breathe.

I'm alive.

I'm alive, but am I?

Have I ever really been?

"Well," the alpha's cold voice cuts through the noise. "I must admit, your work is certainly remarkable. But really... who wants a pathetic alpha like that?"

Through my tears, I see Madame's stilettos approach. Her hand comes to rest on my head, stroking my hair like I'm a dog who's performed a particularly entertaining trick.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," she purrs, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "Now, shall we adjourn to the parlor? I believe it's time for refreshments."

As the sounds of footsteps and conversation fade, I'm left alone on the floor.

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