Sold again

Darien's POV 

To say I was pissed was an understatement. I was shocked and irritated by her guts. What did she take me for? A mere, useless omega like her was talking back at me? She was fucking talking back! She wasn't loud, but Xavier, my wolf, could hear her clearly. And if I was upset, he was furious. Nobody dared disrespect me or him.

I thought she was as much a weakling as all of the girls that Jordan had brought to all his parties. They were irritating as hell, but this one? I couldn't even begin to describe my displeasure with her guts and unwavering empty stare. 

It wasn't enough that she didn't have a fucking leash on her tongue, she was conventionally ugly. She wasn't particularly beautiful, just long, curly hair covering her face. She really even looked like a few areas of skin covering brittle bones, yet she talked back at me?

Not in this lifetime, I smirked to myself and relaxed into the backrest of the couch. Not to Darien Grey. The hell I'd be insulted by this weak fool and let her go scot free. She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into. I would make her cry and beg for forgiveness for daring me.

"Folks, I've changed my mind." I chuckled, flashing her a sadistic smile. I watched her expression shift slightly into one of confusion, shifting awkwardly before she finally looked away. I turned my attention to Jordan before speaking loudly.

"I know I said I don't want her, but what can I say? She's caught my fancy! Feisty, isn't she?!" I continued, earning a few laughs from my friends who were present. Jordan looked confused for a split second, then as if reading my mind, he smiled as well.

"Pray do tell, Darien, what do you want to do with her?" He asked, glancing at the skinny thing before signalling a guard for a refill in his glass. I turned my attention back to her, making sure she could see me talk.

"I'm going to buy her. Give me your price, if you're still willing to sell, that is." I finished with a wide smile and saw her already wide eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

"Well, of course! She was all yours to begin with, remember?" Jordan chuckled loudly and the entirety of the small crowd followed suit. I was satisfied with everybody's reaction, but more enthralled by the look on her face. She looked mortified.

Good.

She would understand that nobody, not even my friends could ever go against me. She would learn the meaning of fear and respect, since she has lost her mind.

"Very well, then." I finished and called on a few of Jordan's guards. "Put her in the car." 

I watched as she began to struggle with the guards over the cloth being placed on her lips. At that point, I could almost see her pleading, but her stubbornness wouldn't let her. She struggled all through the gag and the cloth bound on her wrists, shooting icicles laced with fear at me. It was pleasing in a way, and I heard Xavier growl in satisfaction. I couldn't wait to teach her a lesson. A stray dog would always behave in the way of the streets until it's tamed by someone much more powerful than it. She would learn that I wasn't to be disrespected. Ever.

They dragged her out quickly and I let out a small sigh. "I'm a little disappointed that the fun is over until I get home."

Jordan laughed. "You kinky fucker, teach her a good lesson, okay?"

With that, he patted my back gently and rose to his feet, wanting to entertain new guests that had just arrived. It didn't bother me in the slightest that Jordan would invite so many people to what should have been a simple housewarming party. Anything for him to find a slut to grace his bed. I chuckled at the thought, rising to my feet as well to join an acquaintance at the pool table. 

I drew out one pool stick and smiled at the man at the other end. He drew the stick and arranged the balls before shooting them. He was an amateur, it was clear. Smiling to myself, I took a turn and sent the farthest ball into one of the holes when I heard my phone buzzing from my breast pocket.

Who would call at this late hour? I whipped out the device and my lips fell flat at the caller ID. It was my father. Irritated, I turned off the speaker and shoved it back into my pockets. Why would he call me? The old man just didn't know when to back off.

"Have fun, I'm going to have a drink." I said to him, and he simply nodded. I no longer wanted to play, the old man already ruined my mood. I walked back to the couch, picking up a glass from the large coffee table before downing the entire liquid. It burned like I wanted. The phone buzzed again, and I nearly sent the glass flying into the closest wall. 

"Give me a damn break." I muttered under my breath, whipping out the phone and sliding it to the green icon.

"Hello?" I bit back a groan.

"Darien, I believe you saw my call the first time." His voice was always calm, so calm it made invisible ants crawl on my skin. It however, didn't take away the authority I hated from his voice.

"I didn't see it."

He sighed instead. "Even if you did, I'll believe you didn't."

"So why did you call? I'm very busy."

"I need you to return to the office now. No buts, come here as soon as possible."

He didn't even let me talk before hanging up the receiver. 

Sophia's POV

My whole body ached like I'd been thrown into a furnace, except that it didn't burn as much. It did hurt however, I was squeezed in the most uncomfortable position at the backseat of the car. Kicking harshly, I struggled to prop myself up to a sitting position. It was difficult as my wrists were bound at my back, but I finally did it. I tried to undo the knots, but couldn't feel my fingers. I gave up after a few more tries.

I could barely breathe, it also didn't help that it was dark as well. Blinking, I tried to use my wolf vision but it was of no use. No matter how I tried, I could neither breathe well nor see anything. It felt like there was a lump growing in my throat, everything was rushing in with full force and threatening to knock the wind out of me.

I was in this unforgiving situation because of my stepfather. Being pushed around after I was sold into slavery was never part of the plan. But here I was, sent from one auction to another, physically beaten and molested to fit the ideals of sex monsters who would touch me and then deem me unfit to be bought. Like I was some cheap commodity instead of a person.

I hated him so much. I wanted him to die a painful death where I would hover over his corpse and spit at it a million times over for every time I was beaten. 

I hated him so fucking much.

I curled up on the leather seat, sobbing silently. This was too much. I had promised myself not to cry after that day, but I couldn't help it. The suffering was too much for someone like me. I haven't done anything to the world to deserve all of this.

I brought both hands to my eyes to wipe the tears that had fallen. I refuse to be a prisoner, I thought to myself. I would rather die than sit here and whine about how life was unfair to me. I couldn't succumb to what was happening to me.

Prying the knots at my wrists, I quickly undid them. I hadn't realized it would be easier than I expected, they sucked at tying knots if I was being honest. I shook my arms to return circulation and began feeling around for the doors. They were there alright, but there were no door handles.

Was this a new model? What sort of car would have no handle? It crossed my mind that it may have been designed for something like this. But I couldn't give up just yet. I wouldn't wait till I was bound to some bastard's bed before thinking on my feet. 

There had to be something in the trunk. With the empty space after stretching my hand, I figured that it was an SUV. I forced myself to kneel over, frantically rummaging the trunk for something sharp or heavy. Even if it meant me breaking through the glass windows, I would do it.

I felt around in frustration. I could only feel a spare tire, but that wouldn't work. I flinched when there was suddenly bright light inside a car, and in a moment there was a tight fist around my arm.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The voice growled. 

Shit! That was the only word that I could let out. This wasn't supposed to happen. Shit, shit, shit… the owner of the voice was breathing down my neck harshly, and the next thing I felt was a small sharp metal grazing my neck.