Chapter 2: Utopia

Emma’s pov

I turned around and put some distance between us.

“Be mine Emma, all you have to do is just warm my bed,” he said with a smirk.

“I can only imagine it, your body under, mine as I show you all the pleasures of the world,” he added.

“Thank you Beta Justin, unfortunately, I am nothing but a lowly omega.

Someone like me doesn’t even deserve being in the same room as you, let alone doing all the things you mentioned,” I said.

I turned to leave when he grabbed my hand.

I could feel his claws digging on my flesh as he made me look at him.

“You think you are so smart, don’t you? That your veiled insults are not understood,” he said and pushed me.

I landed on my feet, “you are nothing but a lowly omega,” he said.

I found myself smiling, and yet he wanted this lowly omega to warm his bed.

When I didn’t say anything he looked at me.

“You are really creepy, aren’t you? You never react, you are nothing but a robot,” he said.

I didn’t answer or react which probably made him even more angry.

Before I knew it he slapped me across the face, and I almost fell down.

“React,” he said, and I chuckled before looking at him.

“You want me to react Beta? Then I will, the only reaction you will ever get from me is that of disgust. You disgust me, you are a vile and cruel man,” I said.

I watched as his face changed completely to that of a monster and the rest is history.

When he was happy with beating me up he left the room.

I cleaned up my blood, I held in my tears as I was cleaning.

I went straight to my room and closed the door when I got in.

I sat in a corner and started tending to my own wounds.

When I was done I decided to go and check on Rachel.

I found her sobbing, “this isn’t life Emma, why are we even tolerating such treatment. I would rather die,” she said.

“You have been here for 5 years. How can you live with these people?” she asked me.

“Because I don’t want to die here,” I answered, and she looked at me confused.

“You see, my parents and I were headed to a certain place before they were killed.

My dad called it The Utopia for supernatural beings,” I said, and Rachel frowned.

“What is a Utopia?” she asked me, and I smiled.

You see Rachel didn’t get any education and doesn’t really know how to read and write.

Even her vocabulary is slightly limited.

“It’s a place where everything is perfect,” I answered her, and she smiled.

“Alicia and I are planning on going there someday.

You can join us, in this city all the supernatural beings exist together in harmony,” I explained to her.

“Does such a place really exist?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“Even another friend told me about it. I have even heard the monsters talking about it,” I said, and she smiled.

We call the high rank werewolves monsters; they are in every sense of the word monsters.

“I want to go with you,” she said, and I smiled.

I keep my head down, I take it all without saying a single word because I want to live.

More than anything, I want to be alive and to be free.

After all that, I went to the kitchen and grabbed some food.

Mama Joyce walked in and looked at me head to toe.

“Is he still bothering you?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“But the good thing is, all he does is talk,” I said.

She frowned as she looked at me.

“What happens when he doesn’t talk anymore? What happens when he tries to force himself on you? Will you fight him?” she asked me.

I looked at her and all the tears I have always held in fell.

“I don’t know.

If I fight him, then I know that they will kill me,” I said, and she frowned.

“If you don’t then you will die inside,” she said and then hugged me when I started sobbing.

“I want to live but I also want to be alive,” I said, and she just held me.

“I know child, I know that more than anyone,” she said and then looked at me with a smile.

“Fight, if he stops talking then I want you to fight no matter what,” she said, and I nodded.

“I will fight, I promise that I will fight no matter,” I said, and she smiled.

“I really like you; they haven’t killed your spirit and your light. Don’t let them take that too,” she said and then walked off.

I looked at the peanut butter and jam sandwich I was eating.

Ever since I have been in this place everything tastes like sand in my mouth.

I eat because I have to, I eat because if I don’t then I will die.

And I have said It so many times, but I will say it again as a reminder.

I want to live; I want to be alive and free.

Life as a rouge and life in this place can’t be the only things that I know.

I went to bed and woke up early the next morning to do what I did the day before.

I made breakfast, knocked on every door, and called everyone down for breakfast.

I got their kids ready for school once again.

The Beta and Ashley have about 3 kids, while the Alpha and Luna have only two.

I went back downstairs and stood in my corner as they were eating.

I frowned when I heard two annoying voices.

The Alpha’s sisters are twins and probably the most ruthless.

Actually, I have lost count when it comes to deciding who is more ruthless.

“Hey rouge, get us our plates,” they said as they sat down all tanned.

They went away for the holidays; I wish I was able to do that.

To go and lie down on a beach somewhere with water near me.

Where I grew up, there was a lake nearby and I have always loved water because of that.

I got them the plates and then went back to my corner.

“Justin, why do you keep staring at the maid? Did she do something?” Julia, one of the twins asked.

The Beta looked at me as if he was thinking if I should get into trouble or not.

“No,” he simply answered, and no one dared to ask him why he was staring at me then.

Ashley looked at me, she always seemed so apologetic every time she looked at me.

Evening came and as I was cleaning up Ashley came to me this time.

She had a glass of juice in her hands as she looked at me.

“A peace offering,” she said, and I looked at her confused.

“Please ma’am, don’t do this. It’s only making me uncomfortable,” I said, and she shook her head.

“Please let me, this is all I can do. My husband has been harassing you non stop, I wish I had the power to stop him,” she said, and I nodded.

I have been walking around all day and I honestly need something cold.

I took the glass and smiled as I gulped it up in one go.

“Thank you, let me finish my work now,” I said and then started working again.

But my hands started feeling numb for some reason and I couldn’t stand anymore.

I turned around and found Ashley standing there looking at me.

“I am sorry, it’s you or me.

I have had enough of him, someone else should suffer his abuse,” she said and then came to my side.

I tried to push her away, but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t even talk as she started helping me go to her room.

I knew it, whatever her husband had planned for me cannot be good.

I have to somehow gather all my strength and get the hell out of here.

We got to their room, and she threw me on the bed before turning around to leave.

My tears and silent cries didn’t even move her heart one bit.

Justin came and stood in front of me already naked.

He had this smirk on his face as he looked at me.

“I always get what I want little Emma,” he said, and I looked at him.

That’s when Joyce’s words came to my mind, and I knew then and there that I had to fight.

I don’t know where all that strength came from or how I even managed it.

The next thing I knew he was hitting the wall and I quickly got on my feet.

I couldn’t move properly but I didn’t care at all.

If I can’t run then I will walk.

if I can’t then I would rather crawl than stay in this room for another second.

The door wasn’t even locked.

I tried running and I could hear him coming behind me.

He was now wearing his robe.

I slipped and all I could feel was pain as I fell down the stairs.

I could see people coming out of their rooms to see what was going on.

“What the hell? How dare you try to seduce?” Justin shouted as he stood on top of the stairs.

I looked at him, oh I am so sick and tired of this place.

I am sick and tired of these people, I seduced him?

I would rather die than seduce a man like him. Do I really want to stay alive so badly to endure all this torture?