Page 106 of Lost
I listen to a bit more of the podcast before making my own. My makeup looks good, the sun is giving me enough lighting that I don’t need to add a ring light, and my hair is fine. It doesn’t really matter, because I’m about to show the world how terrible the photos of my kidnapping were.
While John was looking for Nova, it doesn’t change the fact that these things still happen to omegas in Minneapolis. I think people need a bit of a wake up call.
Grimly looking at the camera as it records, I lean forward.
“Hi, everyone. I don’t know how much reach this will get, but I wanted to record a different type of video today. I was walking through the downtown shopping area, buying some post-Christmas gifts, when a panel van came up sharply beside me. Several men got out, with the intent to kidnap me,” I state.
“We all say that this will never happen to us, and I have self defense training. At first, I ran for my car, because I will always tell you to evade pursuit whenever possible. Then, I fought hard, screamed, drew blood, but they still got me into the vehicle and took me away. My point is that if this can happen to me, it can happen to anyone.”
Taking a moment, I shudder as I think about how awful it was. I’d do it all again for Nova, but it doesn’t change how terrifying it was while it was happening.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the trafficking of omegas, betas, and alphas isn’t a nighttime story that parents tell their children to get them to behave. It’s real. I was given to someone who believed that he could buy me for his own pleasure,” I add. “My body is no one’s toy. I am a fucking person. And so are you.”
Blowing out a breath, I struggle to keep my composure before choosing to stop hiding from my emotions. If I’m the Ice Princess, no one will believe me.
“I’m going to add photos of my injuries at the end of this for transparency. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that omegas have the ability to heal faster than others. Granted, it’s not everyone, but some. Here’s where I get to the point of my story: if you’re able to go out in groups, please do. If you can have someone walk you to your car, take the offer,” I sigh. “I’m a hyper independent person, and taking help can be difficult. It’s not worth your life though.”
Swallowing hard, I choose to rip off the bandaid.
“While I’m on the subject, I want you to take a look at who you’re trusting as well. If someone seems too eager to help you with something, ask yourselves why. Traffickers sometimes disguise their actions by being helpful and sweet. Please pay attention when on dates as well, as auction houses work with traffickers to bring in new ‘inventory.’ Lastly, be wary of organizations that attempt to limit your individuality and want to control you. These are red flags,” I add.
I continue on to name ROWS as an unsafe organization, and discuss how they funnel people to auction houses in order to sell them. The video is long by the time I’m done, but I add the photos of my injuries and then upload it.
Leaning back in my seat, I glance up to find that I’m still completely alone. Thank fuck for small blessings. Now, it’s time to get down to brass tacks.
Just another day as a business owner who wears many hats. Picking up my notepad from the desk, I begin to return calls and start making a mindless list for meddling.
Nova’s bed isn’t big enough for the giant men who are on and off Pack Ledger’s property. I suppose I should start referring to it as mine too because Brice hates when I call it that. He seduced me with several orgasms once I was well on the road to recovery, and then had me sign paperwork that is an amendment to the deed.
I’m now on it.
Once I’m done returning calls, I update the dating app to remove Pack Royal from it, and then buy a bigger mattress for my sister’s tiny home. Right now, Tyde, Caleb, and Lars are trying to find their rhythm with Nova.
It’s important that group sleepovers be on the table now that Dolores the Twat has been removed as a problem.
“Why do you look so happy? It’s a little scary,” Cian says from the doorway.
“It’s a great day to create chaos,” I smirk. “Come in and tell me what brings you by.”
Yep, just another normal day for me.
BRICE
“We could have this meeting at home,” I grumble. “It’s only us.”
“I have a date with our omega in her nest with a butt plug,” Remy grunts. “Let’s get this done so that I can show her how naughty omegas get fucked.”
“That’s not helpful to this meeting,” Malcolm groans. “I hate having to think when all the blood is traveling in the wrong direction.”
Felix snorts, reaching forward to conference call with several of our distributors. It’s a routine meeting, something we do a few times a year to see what new inventory we can introduce or create.
“Gentlemen,” one of the managers we work with regularly says, popping onto the television screen in front of us.
The rest join the call, and Remy’s finger begins to tap lightly on the table. I don’t even think he realizes that he’s doing it.
“Remy, you have the floor first,” I say. I can tell he’s brimming with ideas.
Nodding, he launches into questions about monster dildos with larger knots, anal toys with tail attachments, and bringing in a larger assortment of bondage equipment. The men and women on the screen write furious notes, making me smirk.
