“I warned you, Savannah, about what would happen if you didn’t follow my rules.” His hand tightens around my arms, his nails digging into my skin. I can feel trickles of blood running down my arm. It’s his other hand, the one making its way up my body that has my body locking up in fear.
His hand reaches my breast and stops. “Be honest, Savannah, did you spread your legs for him?” He squeezes, rubbing his thumb in circular motions, but doesn’t linger long. His hand keeps moving upwards until it comes to a stop at my throat.
I’m going to be sick.“I was helping a customer,” I choked out on a sob. “I met him at an open mic night a month ago. Nothing happened between us! Please, let me go.”
“Making sure he was okay by sucking his dick?” Greg snarls at me, his rough fingers close around my throat, a vice-like grip that steals not only my breath but also any lingering illusion of escape. “I hope it was worth it Savannah.”
My heart pounded wildly, and my mind spun in terror, caught in a loop between disbelief and a desperate need to break free. Up until he lifted me off the ground, I could only register the sharp sting of pain and the overwhelming panic that surged through me like an electricshock. I let out a strangled cry when he squeezed, cutting off my airflow. I reach up with the little strength I have, desperately trying to dislodge his hand from my throat, but it’s no use, he is so much stronger than me. I can’t even use my legs as a weapon, he has me pinned against the wall with his body.
The corners of my vision started to darken, whatever fight I had left leaving my body. I welcome death at this moment. It would be better than being here. Greg couldn’t let me have that, letting go and dropping me to the floor. I gasp loudly, sucking in air then start coughing. Greg stood there, watching me with a look of sick pleasure.
I scramble to get up, only managing to get into a crawling position. Every muscle screaming as I push myself, desperate to put distance between us, but the attempt is futile. Greg grabs me by the hair, flinging me back down onto the hard concrete.
He pulls his foot back, before kicking me in the side. I try my best to make myself as small as possible, curling into a ball, but the kicks just keep coming. What feels like hours later, he gives a final kick to my ribs and walks away. I hear him in the kitchen, pouring another drink, but I don’t dare move. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
“I promised my friends you would be a virgin when I sold you to them,” Greg says as he walks back into the room. “Seeing as that is no longer the case, there is nothing stopping me from taking a test drive.”
His words don’t register, it’s only when I hear the metallic click of his belt buckle snapping open that a new wave of tears spill from my eyes.
“I’m still a virgin Greg,” I whisper, knowing there is no point but still trying.
He sighs, placing his glass down on the table before coming back over to me. I cry out when he grabs me by my hair again, pulling my head backward at a painful angle. “Still lying to me, Savannah, I’m disappointed, but not surprised, honestly. As much as I enjoy hearing your cries of pain, I think it’s time you took a little nap.”
I start to say something, but it’s cut off when my head cracks down on the floor, and everything goes black.
Savvy
The sun forces its way through my eyelids as I slowly regain consciousness. It takes me a second to realize I’m curled up on the cold, hard floor in Greg’s living room. I try to sit up - big fucking mistake - and my body comes alive with a searing pain I feel down to my toes. I lie there, disoriented and aching, fragments of last night’s events slowly coming back to me. Each shallow breath is a reminder of every kick Greg delivered to my body.
Footsteps approach, and a second later the devil himself is standing over me, a look of satisfaction on his ugly face.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this,” the sick fuck says, not sounding sorry at all. “Unfortunately, you gave me no choice; I had to teach you a lesson on respecting those in charge. You will never survive in your new home carrying on the way you have been. I did you a favor if I’m being honest.”
“New home?” I croak out, my voice hoarse from the swelling around my throat.
“You really are slow aren’t you? I told you last night that I have a pack of alphas paying me a lot of money for you. I was on the phone with them this morning, letting them know your omega has surfaced. They will be collecting you from the restaurant tonight.”
I just can’t hold back the tears anymore. “Please Greg, don’t do this to me. I’ll leave. I won’t tell anyone what happened I promise. You’ll never see me again.” I sob out, fucking begging for my life on the cold floor, to an even colder man.
He grabs me by my arm and pulls me to my feet, my broken body screaming in protest but what can I do. He drags me up the stairs and into my room, only then letting me go. I manage to make it to my bed before collapsing again, my body shaking from the pain.
“We are leaving in four hours, Savannah. I don’t give a fuck what you do in that time, but you better be presentable when it’s time to go.” His gaze rakes over my body before making eye contact with me, he licks his lips and winks at me. “See you later.” He leaves, pulling the door closed and locking me in.
I know I shouldn’t look, but I have to. My gaze falls down to my body, my almost naked body. My shirt had been ripped open, along with my bra. His nails had left little dents on my breasts. I had no pants on, and my panties had been torn at the crotch. Dried blood sat between my legs.
It was too much, and I ran for the bathroom, ignoring the pain, and barely made it to the bathroom before dropping to my knees and emptying my stomach. I keep going until there is nothing left, just me retching over the toilet.
I flush the toilet and crawl over to the shower, turning it on before removing the little clothes I still have on. I need a shower. I need to get him off me. For what feels like hours, I sit under the water scrubbing every part of my body until it’s tender and pink.
I forced myself to get off the shower floor, the water had gone cold and helped numb the pain. I step out and wrap myself in a towel before heading to the sink to brush my teeth. Eventually the taste of vomit leaves my mouth and I finally head back into my room, avoiding all the mirrors. If I saw anymore of the damage he inflicted on my body I knew I would break.
As if I’m not already broken.
I grab some pajama pants and one of my favorite shirts, not bothering to do anything with my wet hair. Oliver’s hoodie is next to it and I cave, gently pulling it on before letting his scent calm me, even if it is just a little bit.
I look around for my phone, desperate to hear his voice. I need to tell him what’s going on, maybe he can help me escape.
I need my phone for that, and it’s not fucking here. Of course, it’s not; Greg probably took it to make sure I didn’t call for help.
