Page 12 of Lost
He’s wearing his trousers and nothing else by this point, and I gaze warily at the belt. It would be asking too much for him to simply attempt to fuck me without some type of punishment.
What does it say about me that I just had this thought?I’d much rather fight him off and kill the fucker than get belted black and blue.
“I want to make you scream,” he whispers almost to himself. “There’s all this pretty, unmarked skin. I will need to handsomely reward your father for showing restraint. He’s been very angry at you. Of course, he doesn’t know that I had cameras installed in his office and living room, the two places he tends to spend the most time. I’ve learned so much,bella.”
I wonder if it’s enough to show that John isn’t loyal.It would be funny if Mr. Domino was not only here to sate his lust, but also kill John.
“I thought he wasn’t loyal, did you know that?” Mr. Domino’s thick, corded muscles bunch together as he lifts the belt and slams it down on my thigh.
It hurts like a motherfucker, and I release a sound of pain. I can recognize that this alpha wants to hurt me. I’ll allow him to think that he is so that I can get out of this without being too beaten. I still need to escape after this, and I want to be able to walk out of here on my own steam.
“Your father deserves the same loyalty and respect he gives me,” Mr. Domino growls, his arm rising and falling without remorse as he hits me again. “This rebellion needs to stop, Nova. Do you hear me?”
I only answer because the next swing of the belt hits my breast and my vision whites out with pain.
“Yes!” I scream, my eyes wild as I struggle to stay conscious. The pain between a belt and an alpha’s fists are very different. I’d rather he hit me.
“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he says, dropping the belt to the ground. I want to wrap it around his throat and pull it, but I can’t, not when I’m pretending to be soft and helpless.
I focus on my breaths and making a show of wiggling in discomfort as I yank on the rope connecting my bound wrists to the headboard. The rope slides quickly enough that I thank the universe for the imbecile who tied me.
Thank you baby Jesus for the idiots of the world.
Mr. Domino isn’t paying attention to me as he continues to strip, carefully folding each item before setting it aside. I’m going to need his clothing, so I appreciate that it’ll be clean of any blood. He sets his weapons on the nightstand, sneering down at me as he climbs up onto the bed.
My skin is a crisscrossing patchwork of angry red marks, and every pulsing sensation of pain reminds me of what a piece of shit this alpha is.
“I own everything that’s important,bella. Maybe, if you’re sweet to me and a good girl, I’ll keep you around. Make me angry, and I’ll choke the life out of you while I’m knot deep,” he warns, his hand around his cock as he slowly jacks himself off.
Neither option is a good one, so I gaze at him dispassionately, struggling to keep my eyes on his face and not his cock. It’s difficult to do though because he is leaking precum and it’s dripping off his crown and onto my stomach.
Fucking disgusting.It’s clear I’m not getting out of this without a fuck ton of therapy, which for me will come in the form of the retail kind and lemon squares. His cock is thick, his crown an angry color, and if he sticks that monster anywhere near my mouth, I’ll bite it right off.
I’d rather gag on bitten off pieces than a whole cock. I typically don’t have such violent thoughts, but the universe is trying my patience today. I’m hurt, tired, and want to go home.
Pulling my wrists down a little more, I feel the slack that’ll allow me to make my move. I leave my arms in the bound position above my head, biding my time despite the pain and disgust I’m feeling.
Mr. Domino unties one of my legs, shoving it up toward my breasts to be able to stare at my pussy. I’m completely exposed to him, and I blink away the burn of shame behind my eyes.
“So pretty,” he murmurs. “You’ve grown up so well. I don’t like my girls quite as young as your father does. Once you grew up, he had to start paying me so that he could indulge in his nasty little habit.”
I have to breathe through my nose and swallow hard in order to be able to push back the bile that I feel. John hurt my sister in the most unimaginable ways possible, and it’s still hard to wrap my mind around it. There’s no honor amongst these criminals, no line in the sand that states that things have gone too far.
It proves that this crime organization needs to be razed to the ground.
The mafia families of Minneapolis do not traffic people, nor do they have anything to do with pedophilia. Anyone found to be involved in that is put down quickly and silently. I’m beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be more effective to have everyone see the results of tearing apart a pedophile and a sex trafficker.
It’s really too bad that Ophelia is still alive, I’d love to start my new action plan toward world peace with her.
I feel loopy from the pain, and I can’t even curl my fingers into my palm to center myself since they’re too swollen to move. Biting my tongue instead and focusing on it, I force myself not to make a sound as Mr. Domino shoves his thick fingers into my cunt. I only slick out of self preservation, my nature forcing me to react to an alpha.
I remind myself that this is not my choice, and I do not want this. Being an omega is so confusing, and one of the reasons that they are trafficked so easily.
I narrow my eyes as my body jolts with the invasion of his fingers, and he smiles cruelly.
“You’re very tight. I would wonder if there will be virgin blood on my dick after this but I know your father already took it from you,” he muses. “Otherwise, it could be a fun game to play. If there’s blood you live, if there’s not, I fuck all your holes until I kill you. Maybe I’ll pretend just so I can kill you anyway.”
I choose option three: neither. I’d much prefer watching the light disappear from your eyes, thank you.
