Page 3 of His Prize
Before I could fully straighten, someone was directly behind me. I could smell alpha for a heartbeat before a thick, dark hood or bag of some sort was thrown over my head, completely blinding me to everything.
“Gotcha,” a deep, gruff voice growled in my ear.
One arm clamped around my shoulders and chest, and the alpha’s other hand brushed its way down my body, fondling my belly, my hip, and my ass before clamping around my cock and balls.
“Ooh, you’re a pretty one,” the alpha rumbled. “You’ll fetch a high price.”
“No,” I gusted out, figuring I should play my part in the fantasy. “No, let me go!”
I struggled a little, but not much.
“Feisty, too,” the alpha said. “Someone’s going to enjoy breaking you.”
He lifted me off my feet and carried me away from the lockers. The black hood obscured everything just enough to make things disorienting.
“Let me go!” I cried out, kicking and struggling.
I was too short and thin to be much of a burden to the extra-large alpha who had grabbed me. I vaguely recognized his scent, enough to be relatively certain it was Hamish Farrow himself playing the role of alpha thug kidnapper.
We went through some sort of doorway, and I immediately sensed that we weren’t alone. All around me, I heard tight panting, shuffling, and a few plaintive moans.
“Stick him in cage eight,” another voice said.
“Yep,” Hamish answered.
We traveled farther across the room, then I was pushed over the top of a waist-high cage of some sort. Hamish held me there with his body as he retrieved rope from somewhere and tied my hands and arms together behind my back. Once that was done, I was wrenched back, then maneuvered into the cage I’d been leaning over. With a high-pitched creak, the door shut and I was left alone.
“How many are left?” the other voice asked.
“Just five,” Hamish answered.
That tracked. There had been five other omegas in the waiting room when I’d left.
That was it, then. Hamish left, presumably to get the next omega, and I was left alone, bound, and naked in a cage.
The experience started to feel real. I could hear the other omega players in the cages that must have filled the room. The sense of fear and uncertainty was real, too. I was beginning to see that Caden was right about making the experience as authentic as possible for all of us.
Waiting was the first torture we all endured. It took time to process each new omega. Hamish’s dialog was mostly the same each time one of the new omegas was brought in and stuffed in a cage. Some of them protested, but most of us kept quiet, waiting to play.
The only break in the ordinary was one omega somewhere farther down the line from me who was keening and shuffling, and who sounded genuinely distressed.
“What’s with that one?” the other voice asked, his footsteps traveling down the line of cages.
“Nothing,” Hamish answered for the omega. “He’s just gone into heat. That’s why he’s here. He’ll fetch a lot of money for that heat and for suffering it a while.”
“Gotcha,” the other voice said, then added, “We’ll do him first. I can’t wait to see how the alphas go wild for him.”
There was more waiting. I counted until the last of the omegas was brought in and caged. My arms were starting to hurt from being bound, and my breath was hot because of the hood covering my head. But they were all nice touches.
Then they started taking us, one by one, starting with the omega in heat, into the next room for the auction itself. I couldn’t see, obviously, but I could hear snatches of the auction every time they opened the door.
It sounded like there were a lot of alphas in the other room. The rough talking, laughing, and cat-calling each time a new omega was dragged through the door had my skin prickling and my breath catching.
“Our next specimen is this sweet little blond thing,” I heard Caden’s voice, now embodying cruelty and callousness as it sounded through some sort of amplifier. “He might be eighteen, he might not. He’s certainly ripe, though. Look at that sweet hole.”
The door shut, and whatever else Caden said was muted.
My heart pounded against my ribs. It sounded like the actual auction process would be just as humiliating as I wanted it to be. I panted slightly in anticipation of being displayed and prodded, even though I worried that I wasn’t the pretty young thing that the other omega was.
