Chapter 71: Bile and disgust

Noah’s POV

My heart is beating like it would burst out of my chest.

A caged hummingbird that’s just begging to die.

I’ve never wanted death as much as I do now...why won’t it come to me?

One of the guards spreads my legs open with little effort. My body still doesn’t feel like it belongs to me. I’m screaming, but I can’t do anything else.

His smile grows wider as his friend unbuckles his pants.

"No!" I scream out as I thrash on the bed.

In my mind, I’m moving with so much power that the bed squeaks, but in reality, I’m barely moving.

More of my hot tears slide down my temple, some end up being soaked up by my hair and some pool in the shell of my ears.

"Please...I’m begging you" I whimper and the one struggling with his belt fishes out his hard cock with a triumphant ’Ah-ha!’

"He’s not slicking" the one holding me in place says and I shake my head.

How can I possibly slick up for something I don’t want?

My omega is howling painfully, and I wish...I just wish Elias had marked me. I wish he had sunk his teeth into me and had bound us.

My breath is stuck in my throat; I’m losing air from how hard I’m fighting.

"Prop his leg up...yeah, like that" he says, kneeling between my legs and grunting with pride.

"Damn...look at that puckered hole" he says to his partner and I give up.

I give up on fighting and turn my head to Freya. It’s a quiet communication but a loud ’why?’

Something flickers in her eyes, and she steps forward just as the head of the guard’s cock kisses my rim.

"You know what? You guys can stop. I’ve been paid for him" Freya says suddenly and the one holding me down growls.

"You can’t take it back!"

"I’ll double your pay" Freya says quickly and the guards look at each other.

"I guess, I need more money than I need a warm hole" the one holding me says and I completely relax.

Whatever she fed me is pulling me to sleep.

"Damn it, I really wanted to know what he feels like" the guard who is about to penetrate me complains but obeys Freya.

He hisses, gets off me and stuffs his cock back into his pants.

"You can leave" Freya says and they grumble, looking over their shoulders at me.

With her men out of the room, Freya comes to the bed and strokes my hair with gentle fingers.

"You beautiful little thing" she says softly, leaning down to kiss my head and my silent tears turn into a sob.

I still can’t breathe.

"Don’t cry, Noah. Don’t worry, I’ll make you forget when this is over" she whispers.

"Stop" I choke out.

"This is my way of taking care of you. When Conan took you away to that hell-on-earth place, I made you forget the trauma of being left behind..." she says and my breath hitches.

Suddenly, my situation and my nakedness are forgotten.

"W-what?" I ask with tear-soaked face.

"You see, you should thank me. I helped you get over Conan as a child" she says and strokes my cheek.

Conan. Conan. Conan is...the person I call ’they’?

My brain...my brain is scrambled.

"I love you as a son, Noah. Make me proud and don’t forget to tighten your walls when he pushes in, okay?" she says and gets up.

"Freya...Freya...please, don’t do this to me" I beg her, turning to my side to push myself up.

"I’m on my way to start a new life, you’ll be grateful for me soon. You’re trained to be a model omega, make me proud, okay darling?" she asks, repeating her request as she leaves the room.

"Freya!" I shout her name.

I try to drag myself off the bed and when I succeed, I drop to the floor with a grunt.

The landing hurts, my ankle is quickly swelling, but I need to run.

The door opens and a man stands there with his hands behind his back.

I manage to lift my head to look up at him, body shaking as I take in his appearance.

The man is wearing a plain black mask to hide his face. He’s wearing a crisp suit and is impatiently tapping his foot.

"Wow, you’re even more beautiful like this" the man says in a voice that’s muffled by his mask.

He sounds disturbingly familiar, but I can’t think of where I know him from.

"You’re well trained. It reminds me of the good old days when omegas used to lie on the floor like proper breeding bitches" he says and I shake my head to clear the fog.

He sounds disgustingly breathy and I growl to protect myself.

I bare my teeth to scare him off, but he doesn’t pay attention to me. Instead, he pulls his pants down.

"Don’t..." I say

I can feel myself slowly losing consciousness.

"My goddess, look at how pink you are...so young, so fresh..." he says, coming closer and pulling his boxers down too.

Nausea hits me as his scent gets to me.

"Please..."

"Begging to be taken already?" the man asks as he pulls out his penis, stroking himself to hardness with his voice growing breathier.

"You make me feel like a youth again. I can orgasm just from looking- just from looking at you" he says and cums immediately, aiming at me to splatter his disgusting fluids.

Goddess...goddess...I can’t endure this...

"No" I retch, feeling even weaker as I turn to the side to vomit water and bile to the floor.

"I have performance pills. Don’t worry, I will satisfy you too" the man says and pulls pills out of the pocket while I choke on air.

He turns around to take his mask off to swallow them, leaving me to fall back on my own vomit.

As I enter the state of giving up again, I send one last prayer to the god that possesses me.

Elias...I need you...please.

The man turns back to me.

"I’m ready for another orgasm. I might be old, but I promise to give you plenty pups, okay?" he pants and the door swings open.

"Mister! Mister...run! He’s here" the man at the door yells and the masked man turns his head.

"Who’s here?" he barks with irritation while my senses slowly dim.

I think it must be the desperation to be saved, but I hear the person at the door say something heaven knows I need to hear.

"It’s Death...the Deus middle son"