Adored by the Alpha

Chapter 72

I'd read once that a study had been conducted, and found that the first place for 'least afraid of death' was shared between two groups; the über religious, and those who had no belief in any form of religion at all. Not to sound like one of those people, but I had never been entirely pro or against religion, but more spiritual. Liked the thought of a possible life after death, seeing pops again one day, maybe meeting my uncle.

But then again, I'd never before faced the possibility of dying before pops. And now, no matter how nice and comfy I imagined the afterlife, or lack thereof, I didn't want it. I didn't want any of it. I wanted a whole life, living with Allen, going to college, getting a job I love, getting married, having kids, going on lavish vacations with Allen to Italy or Southern France. Dying of old age next to Allen, surrounded by all of my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, all of whom are ready to pounce to take all my money and fight over who gets to have my antique Funko Pop collection. Or at the very least I wanted to graduate high school.

I shifted on the floor when something hit me. Something small and hard had been thrown at me. I didn't have the energy to move too much and look at what'd been thrown. A deep groan sounded in the direction from which the thrown object had come. "Ugh, your little loverboy alpha is a lil' slow to reply to my video. What do you say, Paigy, do you think we need to make him another one? Perhaps one a little more intimate this time? Something to catch his attention. Perhaps we should consult an ad campaign manager, they know the way around getting people's eyes towards them. What's the first rule of advertisement again? Sex sells?"

The sounds around me became clearer as my heart rate increased. When I turned halfway, I could see Alpha Charles walking towards me, his eyes as hollow as his smile as he approached. "Whaddya say boys? How about making a good old porno? A little home video to send to Alpha Crybaby. Amateur style. Huh?"

I shifted backwards as much as what was possible in my tied up and humiliated state, and could only watch as laughter sounded from the front of the room, and flashes from cameras pointed my way. My breathing was labored and my eyes began to sting.

With a grim, toothy smile, Alpha Charles pulled out a knife from his back pocket, I barely got two feet backwards before he reached down and dragged me towards him by my ankles. His grip was tight enough to bruise as he held my leg to the ground, and with the knife began to cut into the rope wrapped around my ankles. I held still, feeling every atom in my body pulsing with adrenaline, panic pushing through my veins with each of my heartbeats.

The rope around my ankle loosened at last, Alpha Charles narrowing his eyes with an evil smile. He pulled my legs apart slowly, carefully. Whimpers began moving past my lips as he began tugging at my pants. My nostrils flared, the feeling of his hands on me burning painfully like acid sticking to my skin.

There was no thought, just reaction. I'd been frozen in place by fear, and had expected to stay as such. And apparently, so had Alpha Charles – at least he certainly didn't look like someone who had expected me to kick him square in the face. The room was entirely silent for a tick, even the wind outside seeming to have gone quiet.

The energy was still surging through my body. I had no choice but to make good use of it. With the adrenaline pushing aside the pain of my... everything, I got up, and made a run for the door in the back of the room, and pushed the handle down with my elbow without looking back, before booking it into the snow. The sun had begun to set outside put the remainder of dusk's light. still glistened on the snow. Most of it around the packing place was untouched, safe for a few footprints. I didn't waste time admiring, however, but booked it towards the way from which the tiretracks and majority of the footsteps led.

I screeched at the top of my lungs. No real words left me, just nonsensical yells and screeches so someone would here me, so someone would come, so someone could save me.