And just at that moment, a body slammed into mine. Fear gripped me immediately as I tried to side-step the alpha in front of me when he held on to my elbows.
"Are you fine?" he asked.
I didn't bother looking up to reply but continued walking when he gripped me stronger than normal. I looked up to see his face before kicking him in his sack and I ran. Right now, the only thing on my mind was regret... how I could have just gotten married to the spoilt brat at the event hall rather than getting into Damiel Volkov's hand or getting thrown out of my house.
Wait a minute... are those footsteps I hear? Christ. Someone is following me. I had never been so scared before. The person was getting closer...
The alpha met up with my speed and grabbed me by the shoulder, making me hit the ground. I hissed in pain, and the first thought in my mind was: I hope I don't have a concussion.
The man dragged me by the leg in the mud and watched the rain drench me and my screams. Violently thrashing around, hitting me across the face, then he leaned close and grabbed my jaw. At that instant, I spat on the alpha's face, which earned me another slap across my face.
The man dragged Charlie in circles while Charlie thrashed around badly. He kept hitting Charlie until his cheeks were swollen. Charlie could only cry and scream, praying to be on his feet to at least tackle his assaulter even with his sprained ankle.
The man pinned Charlie by the neck, choking him enough to cut off his air supply, making Charlie's vision blurry and blood rush to his eyes, painting his eyeballs red instantly. While choking him, the assaulter kept on hitting Charlie until he lost consciousness. Seeing his victim already lost willpower, he got off Charlie to carry him.
The moment he bent down to carry Charlie, he was given a neck tie by Charlie's hands, strangling him with all his strength. But just then, another person in the alley hit Charlie at the back of his head, making him go limp, and his hands on his assaulter's neck fell limp by his side.
"....Why does everywhere smell so metallic and woody, like alpha holes," Charlie thought to himself, still reeling in his pain. Charlie was starting to feel light-headed and drained of blood when he fluttered his eyes open to see that he had been chicken-tied to himself. He tried moving but could only cough; he felt so weak in his lungs and could barely feel his face.
Feeling fear and frustration, he shouted, "What do you want from me? I have no money, seriously!" A tear slipped from his right eye and entered the left one due to the position he was tied in.
Maniac laughter erupted from the obviously dark, dirty place with sneers like "that bitch" or "idiot," "shut him up." That made him question himself about the number of alphas in here.
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Slowly, three men walked in, striding towards him, and another two came from the opposite side. The two with patches on their faces and the three looking smug as serial killers. Still, Charlie had not seen his assaulter.
But like they said: be careful what you wish for.
Clang! The noise boomed everywhere with the sound of iron or steel hitting another iron.
His assaulter could be seen from afar and already had his belt pulled off, which made him look like he was only in briefs, with his pants sliding off his legs. He took them off totally and bent to face Charlie. He spat on Charlie and rubbed it on his cheeks, adding a slap to it. He got him in a chokehold once more, making Charlie roll his eyes back from the lack of air.
'The bitch is liking it.'
'Do it harder.'
'Choke him, daddy.'
The sneers were fading from his consciousness as he started zoning in and out of consciousness. He decided to beg.
"Please," he paused to look at the man holding him by the neck, "please I beg you, let me go."
Charlie's voice was breaking. His veins protruded from his head and led towards his eyes, showing how much pain he was in.
The man started unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, and at that moment, Charlie wished he had more layers of clothes. At this moment, the thought of wearing the heina really appealed more to him than this confused death position he was in.
In the position he was in, he felt so vulnerable, with his hands and legs tied together and his shoulders deeply pulled back, with his chest puffed out. The five of them walked closer to Charlie and his assaulter, making them six alphas taking on Charlie.
Charlie kept thrashing non-stop, violently trying to move further away from them, his eyes widening and screaming at the top of his lungs. All Charlie's motion stilled immediately. His shirt was torn off his body, and his trousers were being pulled down.
He begged again, "Please, I promise you anything. Anything at all, please do not do this to me."
Charlie sniffled, "please I beg you."
The alpha with patches on his face gave Charlie a head-but to knock his head back. Charlie made up his mind to die at that moment. His face was already swollen; surely his ribs were broken too. All that remained for him was to close his eyes and never open them again.
He was starting to feel pressure on both thighs, something or someone pulling them apart to open wide, and a finger for sure trying to breach him wide open.
As much as he had used toys to pleasure himself during his heats, those were gentle pleasures, and they were gently done — not with force and anger.
The finger became three without warning, and Charlie screamed from being stretched forcefully, tears falling from his eyes. He snapped his lips tight, not daring to make any more sounds.
And just at that moment, he felt himself produce slick, and the pain was starting to leave when he felt something more than a finger pressing into him. But the anxiety he felt at that moment threw him into a panicked mode, and he stopped breathing.
He blacked out again.