I continued to play my part, feigning a mix of annoyance and seduction as I leaned against Victor, waiting for the tension to ease. There were obstacles, but everything was still going according to plan; not that I had some fixed plan anyway. As the guards reluctantly stepped aside, he led me away, his presence as a shield against any further interference. With each step, I knew that this was getting more real. Once out of earshot, Victor turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like we’re free to go,” He said, his voice tinged with amusement. “You handle pressure quite well.” He seemed pleased. I forced a smile, masking the turmoil within. “Just part of the game,” I replied, my tone casual despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. We walked out of the club until we reached the parking area. “Damn, I want to f*ck you so bad,” He said to me as we walked to his car. But I did not want us to use his car, it could tracked. I did not want anything to lead back to me. “
Was I going to do this? Was I really going to do this? An image of Chris flashed in my mind and I could not help but feel a pang of pain his my chest. This would be the second time that I would be doing something like this. The first was with the CEO, and now it was with this mafia boss, or whoever he was. I did not like it. I did not like it at all. I just wanted to close my eyes and when I opened them, it’d all just be a dream. But in this case, a nightmare. “What are you waiting for?” A voice startled me, dragging me back to reality. I then noticed that it was Victor. “Wh–what?” I asked, still trying to process it all. “What are you doing? I told you to take off that dress, didn’t I?” He spoke in a tone that annoyed me. But as I said, I was on a mission, I could not let my emotions get in the way. I swallowed, proceeding to reach for the zipper for my dress. It was located on the right-hand side so it was much easier to undo myself. He watched me as I did, like a lion watchi
My heart raced as Victor’s eyes blazed with fury. I scrambled to my feet, clutching the razor tightly, my mind racing for an escape plan. Because how in the world was I going to fight this man who looked like he could lift ten times my weight in the gym.But before I could even take a step, Victor lunged at me with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine. I dodged his attack just in time, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was going to die!With trembling hands, I held up the razor defensively, ready to use it if necessary. This was so much different; so much chaotic than when I had to deal with the CEO. “You think you can betray me?” Victor’s voice was a menacing growl as he advanced towards me, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’re nothing but a worthless tramp!” His words stung, even though I knew that I was not who he had said I was. But the thing was, at this point, could I say I was not? In order to do Fallon’s bidding, I had to throw myself at me
Time seemed to stand still. Everything did as I plunged the razor forward with all the strength that I could muster. It found its mark, piercing Victor’s flesh with a sickening sound that made me nauseous. His eyes widened in shock and pain as he staggered backward, a crimson liquid gushing out of the wound. It seemed like he wanted to fight back but he could not bring himself to do that. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of our ragged breaths. Then, with a low groan, he collapsed to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. I stood there, trembling with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, unable to comprehend what I had just done. But as the reality of my actions sank in, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over me. I had done it. I had taken down the man who stood in the way of me doing Fallon’s bidding. It felt so good but also so awful. I was relieved, I would say that. This man could have easily killed me. So now, this was my second body count. I ha
As the moon painted the orphanage in its silvery glow on the eve of my 18th birthday, fear gripped my heart, causing my throat to get dry. Turning 18th was something huge. If not for everyone, it would be for us who lived in this hellhole that was called an orphanage. This was something that every omega feared, every one of us within these desolate walls. The clock on the wall suddenly made a small sound, signaling that it was now midnight. “Happy birthday to me,” I sang to myself in a depressed tone, tears filling my eyes as I remembered that I did not know anything about my parents. I was only told that they had dropped me off when I was born, at the doorstep of the orphanage, all bloody and slippery. And that was all I knew. I could not and still cannot understand how someone would be able to do that to their child; to a newborn baby that did not do anything wrong! But I guess bad luck and pain had been my best friend from the very beginning. Tears slid from my eyes and fel
I watched the smile deepen on the face of Mother Teresa as I was called to the front of the line, my heart thundering in my chest. There were so many eyes on me and I had never felt so self-conscious. In the shadow of her passive-aggressive demeanor, a conversation unfolded. She feigned sweetness, saying, “Rue, dear, aren’t you looking stunning in that uniform? A perfect fit, just like the life we have provided for you here.” I resisted the urge to scoff, keenly aware of the underlying sarcasm, replying, “Thank you, Mother Teresa. I try my best to follow the rules and look presentable.” That was the only way to respond to her, with respect and humility. She was the owner and head of the orphanage. She owned us all. With an air of false concern, she continued, “Rules are crucial, especially for orphans like you. We must mold you into refined individuals, even if some need a bit more molding than others.” She cast a devious smile at me. I suppressed my frustration, nodded, and
After our short meeting, we quickly headed back to our chores, scared before we got caught. But we did not, and that made me release a sigh of relief as I returned to the scrubbing of the floors. Reaching in the soapy water for the floor brush, I shivered a bit, but I ignored the feeling, making sure to scrub the tiles of the corridor. I worked tirelessly through the day, tired but knowing that I had a few more hours of rest before I escaped to XP club. Throughout the day, I worried. Every sound would make me jump. I had this fear that I was going to be taken away any second by a group of men who were going to be too strong for me. I kept looking over my shoulders when I cleaned, and washed some of the caretakers’ clothes, and while doing everything else. But nothing. Nothing happened. No one came to get me even though I was at the age when the older omegas would just disappear; be taken away somewhere unknown. I prayed so hard, that Mother Teresa would forget about me being 1
Standing in the dressing room, I contemplated my decision. Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to give my body to the Alpha just because I wanted a stable income and protection? But the thing is that I can’t go back, I can’t go back to the orphanage. And I could use the money to help my friends and the other omegas there. If I returned, I knew that I would be taken away by Mother Teresa to god knows where. And that way, I won’t be able to help myself or the other omegas, will I? I lifted my shirt and removed the cloth from around my breasts. “So I’m doing this,” I said to myself, breathing out a sigh. I also made sure to change into something better, taking a revealing dress from the opened closet area and wearing it, I walked back to the mirror. I wore some makeup and brushed my hair down. It was short but reached almost at my shoulders. Looking at my reflection when I was done, my mouth dropped in shock. I looked…completely different, like a whole new person star