Beta Benjamin's House
Linnea's POV
The minute Madison showed up at the door, I knew I was cooked. This is what I've been avoiding. This is it—I've fallen into a deeper hole.
"What is going on here?" She asked, taking her gaze from one man to the next before settling it on me. They were all her lovers—all three of them. Madison had good reason to ask questions.
"Oh, we were..." Logan, one of the triplets, began, but I immediately cut him off. I couldn't trust what he was about to say. Allowing him to finish could potentially put me in deeper shit.
"They were searching for you," I said, moving closer to her.
"Searching for me?" She raised her brows.
"Yes, for you." I think Thatcher caught on, because he immediately moved to her.
The others followed suit, and they were out of my room the next minute. But Madison returned barely five minutes later.
She burst into my room, grabbed my hair, and dragged me to the store. She pushed me into the dark store and stood by the door.
"What was that? What were they doing in your room?" Damn! I knew it. Madison is no fool. She won't leave this matter hanging. She will definitely get to the bottom of it, but will I let her? No. I will lie. I will never reveal the truth to her. How can I? How will I tell her that I felt a connection with her boyfriend earlier at the park? She would kill me if she heard this.
"Nothing," I bit my lip and kept my gaze on the floor.
"Nothing?" She scoffed. "Nothing?" she repeated. When I remained silent, she shook her head.
"You'll remain here until I'm finished upstairs." She shut the door and locked it, leaving me in the dark store. The dark store is a place I'm familiar with. It's basically my second room.
I have received several punishments, slept, and even cried here.
About twenty minutes passed, and she returned, but this time, she did not come alone; she brought her father's men.
Shit. Shit.
Before I could think of anything, she gave them orders.
"Strip her!"
"Strip and whip her as many times as possible. Make sure she bleeds all over. This is her punishment for trying to steal my mates!" She yelled.
The men did as she ordered; they grabbed me, tore my clothes, ripped my panties and bra off, and then started whipping me.
Once the first stroke landed on my skin, I fell to the floor, buried my face in the ground, and remained still. There's no escaping this. I've tried to escape several times in the past, but the punishment only gets worse.
To the pack members, I am the stepdaughter of a powerful Beta, but in reality, I am just a mere Omega. A slave. Madison's maid. A girl who is not allowed to offend Beta Benjamin's daughter. A girl who is forbidden from outshining Beta Benjamin's daughter. This is my real-life story.
"What are you doing? Whip her harder; I want her to bleed! Do you hear me?!" Madison barked. She was yelling because she hadn't heard a single sob leave my lips yet.
Madison will never be satisfied until she hears me cry out in pain. Madison is a sadist. How can men be attracted to someone like her? How did she get so many handsome lovers and admirers? Sure, she is physically beautiful. But what about her heart? Don't they see it? Or are they that blind? Are they that stupid not to see the real her?
"Whip her butt. Whip her hard," Madison kept screaming as the two men whipped my entire body. Just as Madison ordered, they increased their pace; the blows became harder on my dry skin, and the hits were much heavier.
I can no longer take it; I can no longer hold it in, but I shouldn't cry. I can't give her what she wants. I need to stay strong. I need to... A devastating scream escaped my lips when I felt a hit on my head.
A second hit to my head had me convulsing and rolling all over the floor in pain.
"Yes! Yes!" As expected, it's Madison; she has taken matters into her own hands. She is the one dealing blows to my head. She has a piece of metal in her grip, coupled with a big smile.
She came to me again, and before I could get away, she landed the metal on my head.
"Stop! Please stop." When I could no longer bear it, I started pleading with her. I don't want to die. I want to live. But she doesn't listen and hits me again with the metal.
I am bleeding. I started bleeding from the first hard hit. My face is covered in blood now. I can barely see. I want to get away from her, but the only thing I can do is crawl around the floor and hope she stops this madness soon.
But she didn't; she kept hitting me until I lost consciousness.
*
I forced my eyes open when I felt my skin burning.
"Pour it on her, make sure it gets into her skin; I want her to feel it. This is her punishment for being a whore. She tried to seduce my mates," Madison kept encouraging the maids, who continuously poured saltwater mixed with strong chemicals on my injured skin.
"Pour it, what are you waiting for?"
Is she still on this? Goodness, I thought I'd escaped her. When is this madness going to stop?
"Pour everything on her!" Madison kept shouting until she lost her patience. She grabbed the bucket of saltwater from the maid and poured it on me in one go. Once she did this, an agonizing scream left my lips, followed by the uncontrollable twisting and turning of my body as I tried to endure the excruciating pain.
Satisfied with my reaction, Madison dumped the bucket and squatted close to my face. She looked into my eyes and said, "You are mine, Linnea. You are my slave, and you'll remain with me until death. Those little dreams you have of finding a mate and uniting with him—consider them pointless. As long as I'm alive, you're never leaving my side. You'll forever remain my slave," she vowed.