She doesn't look at the guard's face who's spoken, her eyes hazyand unfocussed.
"I'll take that to mean you're going to behave, then."
He takes off the restraint and removes her jumpsuit.
There's leers and open ogling at her naked body, but she doesn't see it. She doesn't see anything.
She can feel her body shivering with cold, but she doesn't feel it.
She can sense the wrong scent of these alphas, but she can't smell it.
They're saying something about her, disgusting lewd things that would make her stomach drop if she understood it, but she can't hear it.
After a long while, the guard finally redresses her in a new jumpsuit that smells like harsh de-scenter. He hauls her back to her cell and leaves her there without a word, the door swinging loudly shut behind him.
Her skin feels itchy. No, her brain feels itchy. She scratches at her scalp beneath the cold wet hair that's lying limply against the collar of her new scentless jumpsuit.
She scratches until there's blood against her fingers, but the itch is still there, driving her insane.
She gets to her feet. Fourteen push ups, twenty crunches, twenty-five squats. Then walking, four paces across, turn, four paces back.
Her muscles are sore today, and she shakes throughout her whole workout, but forces herself to keep going. That's good. If she's tired maybe she will sleep. Maybe she will finally have a reprieve from this hellish place.
???
Another day passes. She only knows the passing of time because of the regular meal trays delivered through that slot in the door. It feels like years. There's nothing to do, no distraction, no comfort.
Her mind begins playing tricks on her, dreaming or hallucinating, she's not sure which, but the cop is there, but this time there is no pen to stab him with to defend herself. She screams as he forces her down onto the hard ground.
Then the alphas from that first horrible day are there, surrounding her, pawing at her, her skin crawling, the stench of aggressive alpha desire coming off them like garbage juice dripping out of the bag. She leans over and retches on the floor, heaving up liquid acid.
She collapses back onto the thin bare mattress, all her limbs trembling. A desperate, terrified sob rips from her throat before the nightmare begins again.
There's a guard at her door, unlocking it and swinging it open. She screams, scrambling to her feet and pressing herself into the corner. When he approaches her, she fights with everything she has, kicking and punching, her fingernails clawing at him.
"For fuck's sake! Will you stop? I'm taking you to go see your lawyer."
She stills at that. Is that true? How could that be true? She doesn't have a lawyer. He could be lying, she thinks, but her mind can't keep track of all these thoughts, each one slipping away from her fingers like it's been dipped in oil.
"W-where is he?"
He scowls. "He? I don't know who you're talking about. Your lawyer is female. Give me your wrists."
He puts those heavy shackles on her wrists and ankles again,and she's too shocked to resist.
Her journey back to the normal part of the prison is different than last time. There's only this one guard, and he doesn't seem to care enough to shove her around.
He leads her to a room close to the entrance of the prison where she had originally come through that first day. This hallway is quieter and cleaner than the rest of the place, and the door he leads her through has a larger window in it with a table and chairs in the centre that have been bolted to the floor.
There is a woman sitting at the table, a beautiful statuesque alpha female wearing a pristine pale blue linen pantsuit.
Alpha females were as rare as omega males, but that is not the only reason why she stands out. Her presence is confident and commanding and Eden wants to cower before her.
"Remove the cuffs, please, officer. I do not believe my client is a threat to me." Her voice is as rich and smooth as whiskey.
The guard mutters a little but does as she asks. Eden rubs at her wrists as they come off, still feeling the weight of them against her skin, an itch that she can't get off.
"Good, thank you. You may leave." The dismissal in the alpha female's tone is cold and uninterested. The guard leaves without a word, and then it is just Eden and this terrifying, beautiful woman.
