Chapter 70: Broken ankle

C/W: for this Chapter and the next, I’d like to remind everyone that this is a DARK book with detailed violence/attempt at assault. Please proceed with caution, and of you course, you can skip this Chapter and the next.

Noah’s POV

Freya guides me back to the bed and I let her do it, walking backwards with her little push.

Too many things are hitting me all at once; I’m being sold, my father has no idea that I’m surrounded by snakes, Elias let go of me, and I’m not pregnant.

I’m not pregnant with Elias’s baby.

Why does that hurt?

"You can try dialing the number again, darling. At least cement the heartbreak and disappointment" Freya mocks and I stare blankly ahead at nothing.

My omega is curled up in my mind, maybe pushed down by Freya’s poison.

My chest is hurting, my eyes are starting to burn with tears that won’t fall, and my nose is starting to sting.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask her in a shaking voice, and the woman squats in front of me.

How can she do this to me and still look at me like I’m a precious child to her? It doesn’t make any sense.

Human...humans terrify me.

"Why am I doing this? Honey, this is your destiny" she whispers, taking a strand of my hair between her fingers.

"The Deus had to come along and ruin it, but it’s okay. I’ll be having enough money to start a comfortable life, do you suggest I sell pastries or jewelries?" she asks.

What?

The world call Deus family the villains...but isn’t the villain who is honest better than a hero who hides his devils?

"Freya, please let me go" I say, holding on to her shoulder.

"No, Noah. I’m giving you a good life. Sure, you might become a cum bucket...uh...think of yourself dessert after a main meal. His wife is quite old now, so my client can spoil you" she says as if it would help.

My whole body is full of anger and the pain of betrayal. Tired of her, I push her off and run for the door.

"Noah! Don’t waste your time, you’re going to my client" she says calmly.

It takes effort, but I push the door open and run down the empty long hall.

My head is spinning as I push myself to move. While the nausea is gone, the severe weakness is still here. My bones feel heavy and I feel like if I run any faster, I’ll pass out.

"Noah" Freya calls from behind me and I growl at her, keeping my eyes on the road ahead.

I run as fast as I can, but no matter how fast I run, or how hot my lungs burn, she’s still gaining on me.

There are four men with guns looking at me blankly.

"Help me...help me..." I say to them.

"Goddess, give it up, Noah. You look ridiculous" Freya says like she’s having the time of her life, and I sniffle.

No...please...

I can run faster, I’m sure I can run faster than this.

My ankle twists and I scream as pain shoots through my body from down to up. My legs give out and I fall forward to the oddly clean floor.

I don’t give up.

I start to crawl on my knees, panting and breathing in dust with my attempt at salvation.

"Silly goose, you look like a tortoise trying to outrun a dog" she laughs at me in a soft way.

What hurts isn’t the way she’s hurting me with her words and intention. No, it’s the way she still sounds so...motherly.

Why does everyone I love do this to me? first ’They’, then Elias and now...her.

’Elias kept us’ my omega whimpers and I swallow back the painful and loud keen sitting at the back of my throat.

Freya grabs my hurting ankle and twists it even harder.

"IT HURTS!" I scream and she pouts at me mockingly, "don’t worry, baby. Don’t forget everything I taught you, and I’m sure nothing else would hurt" she says.

"Ma’am, he’s here" someone calls behind us and I whimper.

Am I stupid for chanting Death’s name in my head like he’s my life?

Elias. Elias, I need you. I need you. Elias...I need you!

"Give him the mask, Noah is very ready...aren’t you, my darling?" Freya says and I swing my fist at her in a pitiful attempt to punch her, but she stops me mid-attack.

"Oh please, do you think I’d give an antidote that would make me lose control over you?" she tsks and throws my hand down.

"ELIAS! ELIAS" I start to scream the name of the only man I want to take me captive.

Two men snatch me off the floor and roughly carry me back to the room I just ran out of.

"Let me go!" I scream, squirming to get away from them.

Their rough hands are touching me in places they shouldn’t. They’re groping me in parts of my body that no one but Elias has seen, touched, and owned.

"He’ll kill you! my husband will kill you" I cry out and they dump me on the bed like a rag doll.

"The brat is married?" one of them asks.

"Yeah, he’s got a ring on" the second one says and I fold my hand into a fist as they approach me.

"No!" I bark at them, throat burning from how much I’ve been begging.

"I won’t hesitate to break your fingers, bitch" the one who noticed my ring says and I squeeze my hand tighter.

I won’t let them take the ring. It’s mine and Elias’s...they already took away my child.

"What are you guys doing?" Freya opens the door and I fold myself into a ball.

"Get him undressed, he’ll get a proper bath when governor...er Mr. S is satisfied" Freya says and I shake my head.

"He looks like a sloth" Freya laughs.

I finally see how she sees me; all my actions are slowed down, and I look like I’m only making a fool of myself.

I hear the tear of fabric and I look down, realizing the sound is from my own clothes...Elias’s clothes.

"No..." I whimper again, shaking with fear as the guard smiles down at me.

"I’m tempted to take a dip, look at that body" the one behind him says, peeking over his partner’s shoulder.

"He’s hot and doesn’t know it" the one tearing my clothes off says.

"Do your job and get out" Freya snaps and I try harder to fight as all my clothes are torn off me.

Someone wolf-whistles like I’m a piece of meat and I press my lips together to hold my sobs back.

"Come on Miss, let me just fuck him...I won’t make a mess" the guard says and shame clogs my heart.

I’m going to die. I want to die. I’d rather die than let them touch me!

"ELIAS" I yell.

"Oh for the love of everything good" Freya hisses and shoves a piece of my ruined cloth into my mouth.

"Mmghh" I still scream his name, tears sliding down my temple like a stream.

"Come on Miss, we’ll just prep him" the other guard says, palming himself through his combats.

"Fine, but make it quick" Freya groans, throwing a glance at me as I make one more attempt at fighting them off.

Help...anyone...Elias?