CHAPTER 4

Angelina's POV

“I’m ready for you in my sleep,” I said with a stubborn lift of my chin so they wouldn’t see my fear but they just smirked at me.

      “Do you know what fear smells like?” Baxter asked out of the blue but I refused to look at him. “Do you?”

“No one can smell emotions,” I said simply, “I’m not going to entertain your hypothetical topics.”

      “I guess you’re wrong, human because I can smell them,” he took a long whiff, “Fear smells musty and cold; almost like this cell, you’re in. It has a tangy reek to it and not many like it but it’s my favorite scent on you.”

“Are you done trying to bore me to death with your Shakespearian nonsense?”

        “You won’t be calling it nonsense soon.”

They made their way over to me and the third guy whose name was Joe grabbed my hands but before he get a full grip of them, I slapped him hard across the face.

His face flamed red and he grabbed my neck and squeezed it tight. I clawed at his arms trying to get him to let me go but even though I drew blood he just squeezed tighter.

“Let go of her,” Baxter said but the guy squeezed harder, “Joe, let go of her now.”

He finally let me go with a growl and my head slammed against the floor hard making black dots lay across my vision.

“We aren’t supposed to kill her, you fool,” Baxter spat and then they started arguing in hushed voices,

          “No wonder you’re so bitter and quiet,” I forced out, “If my mother named me Joe, I would be just as sad as you.”

He lunged again but Baxter pulled him back. “If I were you; I wouldn’t be so quick to speak.”

“You aren’t smart enough to spend one day as me.” I spat

       “I suggest we gag her,” Joe growled and I smirked at him, “Let’s see if she’s talking when I have my way with her.”

“Is that the only way you can get a girl?” I shouted, ignoring the pit swirling in my hands.

They ignored me and Pablo grabbed my hands. He was too quick for me to slap again and he held them in his firm grip.

I didn’t see why they hold my hands since I’m already chained but I think it’s to keep me in place while they whip me.

“Let go of me,” I knew my efforts were futile but it wouldn’t kill me to try again.

I felt Rider grip my shirt in his hands and he pulled, tearing the fabric away from my skin and my breathing increased.

“No, let go,” I was no longer acting rationally. I was kicking and jerking around.

        “Stay still you bitch,” one of them said but I was too far gone to recognize who it was.

Hands gripped my trousers and I heard a rip, then I let out an ear-splitting scream as memories from years ago lashed through my mind; a hand ripping away my clothes and that same loud ripping sound piercing the silence of the apartment; hairy hands feeling up my thighs.

Wetness against my face as someone’s tongue licked up my cheek and the horrible smell of cigarettes and weed.

My hands were bound tightly as I couldn’t move and then pain.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” I heard a voice say but it was so garbled I almost couldn’t piece together the words.

I opened my mouth to say ‘stop’ but everything went black.

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A shiver wracked through my body as I felt cold seep into my bones and I opened my eyes and realized the source of the unexplained cold: I was in my underwear on the floor.

The memories rushed back to me and I flexed my pelvic walls but let out a sigh of relief when I realized they didn’t touch me that way.

It was that knowledge that had my dam breaking as the tears erupted from my body with loud sobs.

I don’t deserve any of this. I’m a good student, I go to classes on time, I go to work on time and I’m never rude to anyone except perverts and rude customers, I said within me.

Who would do this to me?

The sobs wracked through my body violently and snot mixed with it as it fell to the floor.

Did I annoy God? Or maybe I pissed off the goddesses that Leslie believes in by not thinking they are real?

“Fuck you!” I screamed into the air, “Fuck you for doing this to me. I don’t fucking deserve this!”

I let out a frustrated scream and was about to let out another one when I heard shuffling. I froze with my mouth open and quickly wiped my tears and snot away.

“Do you get off on watching your girls cry in your creepy ass cells?” I asked knowing without looking that it was Alpha who was there, “Is that your own weird kink? Well, I’m glad I could be of use to you.”

He stepped out of the shadows and stared down at me with an unreadable expression.

“You can store that image for later,” I taunted. “Maybe you can use it to jerk off some of that rigid coldness, or maybe you’ll use the image of your men groping me like animals. You were quick to call my father a monster but what better are you for telling your men to rape a girl.”

          “I didn’t ask them to rape you,” he said finally and I scoffed, “I give you my word that you will not be raped. Contrary to your beliefs, I do not harm women unless it is necessary.”

“Fuck you!"

       “You throw that word around a lot but don’t worry; even if you were the last person on earth, I wouldn’t go near you,” I spat in his face and he chuckled darkly, “Are you ready to tell me the truth?”

“I don’t know anything,” I growled, “Why is it so hard for you to understand?”

       “You’re lying,” he insisted.

“Look; I haven’t seen my father in years. I didn’t even know that he knew anyone named Alpha so I don’t know what kind of secrets you think he keeps with me,” I said, “If you just let me speak to him then I can try to find out what it is that you want to know.”

       “How do I know that you and your father aren’t going to conspire against me?”

“I want out of here as much as you want me out of here,” I assured him, “Just let me see my father and I can find out whatever it is that you want to know and then you can let us go.”

      “I will never let your father go for what he did,” he informed me with venom evident in his tone. It showed just how much he hated my father and I began to wonder if he would ever let him go even if father was innocent.

“He didn’t do anything,” I yelled, “Are you daft or just dumb?”

     “Do not,” he growled emphasizing each word, “Speak to me like that ever again, do you understand?” I stayed quiet and he jerked my hair back, “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said finally and he released me with a small push and my head slammed against the wall behind me.

He stepped out then I felt a light material hit me square in the face.

“Wrap that around yourself,” he said, “Not only do you reek but you look disgusting and I may run mad if I have to look at you half-naked for even a second longer.”

       “Bitch,” I muttered under my breath and I heard a dark chuckle.

“I have better hearing than you can imagine; so be careful what you say,” he warned, “Your father will be brought to you soon.”