Power of the Omega

Chapter 5 - Hell Explained

    I lay curled on the floor, hot c*m still spilling from my body instead of tears as I seemed to have run out of the latter. My cheek was on fire as was my back and crotch. I wanted nothing more than a shower to wash off the humiliation of being r***d - with an audience, no less. I could hear more screaming and tried to shut it out. I wanted to shut it all out.

    "Hello?" I thought, hoping that the feelings from earlier could soothe me, but I felt nothing. Hollow and it felt like my thoughts only echoed inside my head. The loneliness hit me hard and my body was wracked with dry sobbing heaves.

    I lay like that for some time, trying to ignore all the sounds throughout the basement area. I could see why Christie had called this Hell. Screams and sobs could be heard echoing throughout the place. Footsteps from guards in their boots and softer shuffling steps from other captives. I hadn't noticed as much yesterday, but the smell wasn't exactly great either. Loads of unwashed bodies, sweat and s*x all attacking the nostrils.

    Sounds of a keyring jerked me up out of my misery but it was just Escort coming for Christie again. Which made me sad because my neighbor had promised answers today, but perhaps this meant food would be coming soon. My stomach rumbled again, still empty and demanding food, but without the urge and power from earlier. Just what had Blue Eyes done to me?

    "That was fun to see, earlier. None of the guys have been hurt before, good job."

    The soft voice startled me and I turned to see the girl behind me close to our shared wall, smiling at me. "Well, at least I haven't seen any get hurt," she continued. "Serves them right."

    I glanced up the aisle before answering. "Well, he got his revenge," I spat out bitterly.

    "Oh, they'll do that anyways. Especially when they get bored," the girl answered just as bitterly. "Why else do you think they have a bunch of us all caged here?"

    I gave a nod, acknowledging that point. "So that's what we're here for?"

    "Your guess is as good as mine, but I'd say yeah. I've only been here a few months, though. Ask your suck-up friend when she gets back," she answered, sounding disgusted at Christie.

    I started to ask more, but the sound of the cart approaching drove us apart. And I hadn't even gotten her name. But it sounded like Christie needed to give me answers and soon!

    My stomach growled as Christie set a bowl and cup at my cage and I had to restrain the urge to leap forward before she left. Finally, she was away and the guard with her wasn't watching me, clearly eager to zap me, and I could collect my food.

    Plain, bland oatmeal and water was all it was, yet it was the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten. There was no spoon, but I didn't hesitate to use my fingers to scoop the lukewarm food into my mouth. The food was gone long before my stomach wished and my cheeks flushed with embarassment as I scraped and dug at every last morsel. Finally, I had to declare it finished and put my bowl and cup away.

    Finally, what felt like forever later, Christie had finished picking up dishes and was returned to her cage. Escort was barely out of sight before I was at the joined wall. "Spill," I hissed.

    Christie sighed and slid closer to me. "Okay, what do you remember from last night?"

    Last night? I thought for a second. "Nothing? I mean, we talked, then went to sleep. Oh, pain, lots of pain, I remember that." I could feel a scowl on my face as I thought hard. I didn't actually remember falling asleep. Maybe I passed out from the pain. "What was in that water?"

    Christie sighed. "Nothing, just water. Listen, it's going to sound crazy, but, well, you're a werewolf. Last night was a full moon, so you shifted."

    "If you're not going to tell me, then fine," I hissed and was startled by another voice joining our conversation.

    "Suck-up's right."

    I turned and saw my other neighbor huddled nearby. I scooted closer to the corner so I could hear both of them. "What do you mean?"

    "You're a werewolf; we all are. They made us this way."

    I thought back to the nightclub. Those dogs had been quite large and I could see perhaps that they were wolves, but - "Werewolves aren't real."

    "Oh they're real and in charge," my naked neighbor continued, ignoring Christie's glare. "And total assholes."

    "They'd treat you better if you listened and behaved, Rachel," Christie commented.

    "You mean if I spread my legs for each and every one of them like you? No thanks," Rachel spat back before turning to me. "Because that's what they want from us. They feed us just enough to keep us alive so they can use us." With that, she stalked away, pacing her cage for a moment before finally settling and ignoring us.

    I looked back at Christie, eyebrow raised. She sighed, "Well, she's not completely wrong. But they do treat you better if you do what they say."

    "So that's why you get to leave and serve food?" I asked.

    Christie nodded, sighing. "And why I get clothes and I even get to use a real toilet and shower. There's perks to obeying. They're not happy with you for fighting them. It's going to be rough for a while."

    "Worse than nearly having my back lit on fire?" I sarcastically responded, but was startled at the dead seriousness I saw in Christie's eyes.

    "Yes." She simply answered.

    I winced as I shifted and rubbed at my shoulder. I could feel a raised mark and Christie saw what I was poking at. "We all have that," she responded, shifting the neckline of her dress so I could see her own mark. It appeared burned onto her, which is exactly how it had felt when Blue Eyes had made it on me.

    "What is it?"

    Christie shrugged, letting go of the collar of her dress. "A brand? Marking us as his property? I just know every girl here as well as the few guys, have it."

    "Guys?"

    "Yeah, there's a few here. They're treated just as bad as us, though," Christie explained. "Well, maybe worse. The men don't ever use lube," she added.

    I winced, remembering my own episode from earlier. "So how long have you been here? Rachel said she's been here a few months now."

    Christie nodded and paused for a moment. "I've kinda lost count, but it's been at least a year. What month is it?"

    "October," I told her and she nodded.

    "Just over a year, then. Listen, don't be like Rachel. The more you fight, the worse they make it for you." With that, Christie turned back to her cage, laying on her mat.

    With a sigh, I lay in the middle of my cage, looking up at the ceiling and all I could really think was "This sucks!"