Page 13 of Banished Mates
I kicked again and it bent the front of my shoes, wrenching my toes. I winced, palming the injury. What a fucking failure.
A thump overhead vibrated the enclosure and I sucked in a breath, stilling.Thunk. It was being opened.
The top swung opened to a man with a blue surgical mask covering half his face.
“Shut up,” the man hissed. A sound of an engine whirred, loud and large. It sounded like an airplane. My head popped out of the square enclosure and my gaze swept over the box-littered storage-looking space. The ceiling low and metal while the walls to the sides were slightly rounded. Exactly what I’d imagined a storage area of a plane to look like.
He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my hair with the grip, and dragged my attention back to him.
His eyes glinted; all sorts of malicious intent reflected in their depths. His gaze dragged down my body and stopped at my breasts.
My stomach dropped and I lifted my hands to cover myself, movement slow and unnatural. The surroundings whirled.
I licked my lips, mind racing. If he touched me, I was going crazy on him. He just needed to get close enough so I could kick him in the dick.
But it didn’t go my way, of course it didn’t. Before I could even think to do anything, a syringe sank into my arm.
Oh, fuck no. Time to move. I jerked around him and bolted forward, but my legs weren’t cooperating... and I wasn’t moving as fast as I wanted.
The man barreled into my back, sending me down, face forward. I sprawled and quickly rolled onto my back to get myself out of the vulnerable position.
He yanked my wrists over my head with one hand and pushed his knee into my thigh. My mouth opened on a silent scream and his other hand raked up my shirt, baring my bra-covered breasts.
Nausea crawled up my throat.
I didn’t want this. Camden! I needed Camden. Tears sprang to my eyes as I tugged my wrists, but every move was sluggish.
He ripped my bra off, exposing my breasts, and that was when I vomited. It dripped down my front and tangled into the tips of my hair. The man cringed back, releasing me.
“You disgusting bitch!”
He brought his boot down on my cheek and my head thumped into the metal floor of the plane. My hand trembled as I weakly tugged my shirt down to cover myself.Don’t think about the vomit.
There was rustling and then he had the back of my shirt in a tight grip and was dragging me into an upward position. The plane tipped and my shoes slipped across the uneven surface, but the collar of my shirt constricted around my throat. I sputtered as he easily toted me upright.
He released the material and yanked me by my hair. Blue latex flashed in my sight. He’d put on gloves after he’d smacked me—that was what his shuffling was about.
Theshinksound of shears slicing through my locks of hair echoed to my ears. Myhair. My stomach clenched as strands floated to the ground.
He cut my hair!? My teeth clicked together, and I sneered up at him. It was all I could do since my movements were sluggish.
I slumped, my limbs turning to noodles. He still stared at me with those hate-filled eyes as he sneered and tossed the vomited-on strands aside. My fingers went numb and I shuddered.
I couldn’t fall apart.
Exhaling slowly, I tried scrambling back, breathing harshly, but it was no use. My limbs refused to cooperate. The short strands kissed my cheeks as I twitched to avoid him. I couldn’t stop fighting to get my body to listen.
My toes curled in my shoes and numbness spread up my calves. Someone must have discovered I was an Omega.
My ultimate fear came true.
I licked my lips, but the dryness didn’t abate. A knot formed in my gut, thickening with each second.
Where was I?
What would he do to me?
My stomach swam and I gagged. Would he force me to shift to gain access to my Omega and then use me?
