Page 20 of Omega Tricked
I strained my ears, trying to hear if there was anyone in the main room. I thought maybe I heard the rumble of voices, but it could have been a TV. I was terrified. How long had I been here? Judging by how numb my legs and arms felt, it had been at least a few hours, maybe more. Since I wasn’t a wealthy person, I was afraid maybe I’d just been grabbed by some random psycho. If that was true, what would this person want?
I searched my fuzzy memory for anything that would help me put the pieces together. I’d been at the medical company, and I remembered thinking Sam was a nice guy. Had I gone somewhere with Sam? I vaguely recalled being attracted to him, but I seemed to remember driving away. Why hadn’t I gone straight home? Had I been pulled over by someone on my way to the compound?
Closing my eyes, I fought the desire to sleep. I needed to try and think of a way out of this nightmare. I couldn’t afford to just sleep and hope for the best. I had to come up with some sort of plan to escape. I shifted my position so that the blood could get to the numb parts of my body. I was thankful my hands were tied in front and not behind my back. That position would have been agony.
When the door suddenly opened, panic shot through me. A tall, slender alpha walked in with a ski mask covering his face. He wore dress slacks, which immediately made me think of Lex. But this wasn’t Lex. This alpha wasn’t as muscled as Lex, and he didn’t have the same air of confidence. He carried what looked like a fast food hamburger and a soft drink.
He moved closer, his eyes emotionless. “Are you hungry?”
I wasn’t even close to hungry. I was petrified. I shook my head since talking while gagged was no easy task.
He crouched beside the tub, studying me. “Boss wants you to eat.”
I swallowed hard and held his gaze.
He reached for me, and I flinched. He sighed in exasperation. “I’m just lowering the gag.”
I continued to stare at him in fear.
“But I should warn you, if you yell, you’ll regret it.” His tone was cold.
I gave a sharp nod to show I understood.
He tugged the gag from my mouth, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I sucked in air. He unwrapped half of the burger and held it to my lips. When I turned my head away, he grunted.
“Just take a few bites so I can tell the boss you ate something.”
My throat was parched, and I eyed the soda. “I’m thirsty, not hungry.”
He frowned but put the straw to my lips. I sucked greedily at the sweet, syrupy liquid, feeling as if I couldn’t get enough. How long had it been since I’d had anything to drink? It must have been a while because when the straw made loud sounds, signaling I’d drained the cup, I still craved more. He tossed the empty cup into the bathroom trash can and put the burger back up to my lips.
The scent of charred meat and onions made my stomach roll, and I once again turned my face away. “I can’t. I’ll puke.”
He scowled. “He’s not going to be happy if you don’t eat anything.”
I pressed my lips tight, holding his frustrated gaze. I wasn’t trying to be obstinate; I truly just didn’t want to vomit all over myself.
He stood and tore off half of the burger, then tossed it in the toilet and flushed. “There. You ate half.”
Surprised he’d gone that route instead of trying to force-feed the burger down my throat, relief flooded me. I wasn’t sure if he’d done that to cover my ass or his, but it didn’t matter.
“Why am I here?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He watched me in silence, then bent down and roughly tugged the gag back into place. “I don’t have any information for you. Sorry.”
Resentment ate at me, but I tried not to show it. What would it hurt to at least tell me why I was being held captive? I averted my face so he couldn’t see how angry I was, and I heard the sound of the door opening and closing. When I glanced over, he was gone.
While he hadn’t told me anything useful on purpose, the few things he’d said and done had clued me in to a few things: he had a boss directing things, and they wanted me to eat and drink. Apparently, they didn’t want me dead. At least, not yet. The guy also hadn’t looked or acted like a crazy psycho. He’d seemed cold and deliberate. It definitely hadn’t been his first time in this sort of situation. He hadn’t been the least bit nervous. But why would professional thugs be holding me? I’d never been involved in anything illegal or run with a shady crowd. I had no rich family to extort for cash, or gambling debts. This entire situation would have made much more sense if I’d been taken by a random sicko.
I sighed and leaned back against the tub. I was so fucking tired. Fear was exhausting, and I was still suffering from the effects of some kind of drug. How someone had managed to drug me was still a mystery. I did have the nagging feeling I’d gone somewhere after visiting the medical company, but I couldn’t remember where.
I squeezed my eyes closed, wanting to sleep. Trying to figure this all out was too much. It didn’t help any that I felt hopeless. I wasn’t sure anyone would even notice I was missing, or if they did, they probably wouldn’t be alarmed. Dr. Peters had made no secret about wanting me to go into town to find an alpha. If I didn’t show up for a few days, it wouldn’t worry anyone. I was a grown person. I wasn’t obligated to tell people what I was doing, or spend all my time at the compound.
As fear ate at me, Lex drifted into my mind. My attraction to him was what got me into this predicament. If I hadn’t started having lusty urges because of him, I’d most likely be safely at the compound right now. I’d never have gone into that fucking bar— My eyes flew open.The Purple Pooch. I’d gone into the Purple Pooch, and there had been an alpha there. I shivered, remembering the guy’s bland brown eyes and creepy vibe. Had something happened with him? He’d bought me a drink… but then what?
Think. Think. Did something happen?
My head pounded as I tried to dig up buried memories. Unfortunately, it was as if those foggy recollections were hidden behind a filmy curtain. I could almost grab them, but they fluttered just out of reach. I comforted myself with the knowledge that if that memory had returned, perhaps others would.
