Hey guys! So, this is the first story that I posted, and it was written a long long time ago, so I apologize if the quality - both plot and writing - isn't as good as my current works. Maybe it'll get a rewrite later on. We'll see.
So enter at your own risk haha.
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Alex held her head high, hands roughly bound behind her back. Her blue-grey eyes sparkled defiantly, flickering about the room; she was one of several omegas, all lined neatly in a row. While she flared her nostrils in anger, her fellow companions all stared the ground in a sign of submission. Footsteps marked the approach of a stranger, and Alex snapped her head to her left. No one else moved, eyes unblinking. She, however, watched the man walk towards them taking the time to study him carefully. He was of average height, short black hair, with a black suit and red tie. He looked well-fed, and his dark eyes scanned the line of omegas. He examined each one carefully, exchanging a few words with his associates, also professionally dressed.
When they reached Alex, he paused. "What about this one?" he asked, his voice carrying a noticeable English accent.
"We found her a few miles out," one of the men answered. "Put up quite a fight too. We had quite a bit of trouble restraining her."
Alex let out a low growl at the memory.
The man studied her. "She's got quite the spirit. Unlike the others. They are nothing more than mindless sheep."
Alex spoke, even though she knew it was forbidden. "I assure you. I have quite the mind of my own."
The man chuckled, while the other two stiffened at her words. "I'm sure you do, love," he said, reaching up to take hold of her jaw. He turned her head, studying her closely. Alex glared at him. "I like you. What is your name?"
"Alex," Alex hissed through clenched teeth.
"Alex. Strong name." The man turned to his companion. "I think I'll take her as well."
"As you wish," the second man nodded. He roughly shoved Alex forward. She refused, digging in her heels.
She heard the first man chuckle again. "Yes, I definitely like her."
Alex growled. The man shoved her again, more forcefully this time, and Alex reluctantly moved. She let him lead her away and out of the building. They stopped beside a large, guarded van. "Open up," Alex's guard said.
They did so, unlocking the door. Alex was roughly shoved up into the back. She hissed in defiance. There were several other omegas also in the van, all still staring at the ground.
"Look out for that one," her guard told the others. "She's a feisty one. The boss don't want her hurt."
The guards huffed in acknowledgement, closing and locking the van door. Alex tested her bonds, glancing around. "You guys okay?" she asked.
Only one looked up. "As fine as any slave can be," he said dryly.
Alex huffed in slight amusement. "Touché." She remained standing, refusing to sit down.
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A few minutes later, the doors opened, and a young girl was roughly thrown in. Alex fought the impulse to run as the door was closed and locked. She knelt down beside the girl, who hadn't moved. "Are you okay?" Alex asked her.
The girl sniffled, but didn't answer.
"Come on. Get up," Alex said bluntly. If the chid wasn't hurt, there was no point in being soft. "You're okay." She watched the child pull herself to her feet, walking over to the bench. Alex struggled with her bonds, trying to slip out. The van started, and lurched forward, sending Alex flying into the metal wall. She pulled herself back up to feet, rubbing her head. Then she froze. How could she reach her head? She looked down at her hands, which were free. She narrowed her eyes. "The hell?" she muttered. She looked down. The rope bonds had caught on the corner of the metal benches, cutting the fibers. Alex smiled. "We can get out of here," she realized aloud.
That one slave looked up. "What are you talking about?"
"We can get out," Alex repeated. She held up her free hands. "All of us."
The man shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere. It'll only get worse." The other slaves agreed.
Alex huffed. "Well, I'm getting out of here."
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The van lurched to a halt. Alex quickly put her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall. She heard footsteps and voices quickly approaching. There was a click as the lock was turned, and the door was opened. Two guards were standing there, and the Scottish man was behind them.
"Crowley. What ones do you want out again?"
The man named Crowley studied the omegas again. "That one. And that one." He pointed to two of them in turn. One of the guards jumped in, walking in to retrieve the selected omegas. Alex saw her chance. She waited for the first guard to pass, then sprang forward past the second. She relished in the look of surprise on their faces as she rushed past. "Stop her!" she heard Crowley yell. She pumped her legs faster, stretching farther with each stride. Heavy footsteps told her she was being followed. Something whistled past her ear, and she instinctively ducked. Several more projectiles rocketed past her, and Alex kept running. If I can only make it to the trees, she reasoned, I can lose them.
Something pricked the back of her arm. Alex panicked, reaching around and removing the dart. She threw it to the ground, trying to run faster. Another hit her in the back of her neck, and black spots clouded her vision. She stumbled, but regained her footing. Darkness pulled at her from all sides, and Alex's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Another prick, and she tripped, falling to the ground, unconscious.
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She cracked open her eyes, head spinning. The room was dim, the only light coming from a single bulb above her head. She was sitting in a chair, hands bound behind her back, legs tied as well. She let out a low growl, although it sounded more pitiful than menacing.
"Well, well, well." That british accent reached her ears. "Look who decided to wake up." Crowley circled around to stand in front of her.
Alex said nothing, closing her eyes.
"Oh. So now we've decided to stop talking?" Crowley chuckled, studying the omega. She refused to acknowledge his presence. "Hm. Very well." Alex heard him pull up a chair. "That was very clever, escaping like that. How did you get free?"
Alex let the faintest trace of a smile form on her lips, but still she said nothing.
"Hm." Crowley let of a long breath. "You, my dear, will fetch quite a good price." He let out a small chuckle. "I'm almost tempted to keep you myself."
Alex growled, cracking open one eye to study the alpha.
He looked her up and down. "Still nothing to say? Mm. Maybe you're spirit will return when the drugs wear off." He stood up and walked past her, running light fingers down her arm. Alex let out a snarl, and he laughed. Then he left, leaving Alex alone.
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Several hours later, she was untied and moved to a different cell. She was chained to the wall by her ankle, but her hands were left free. The barred door was closed and locked. Alex stood up. Across the corridor, the young girl from the van sat against the wall, curled up. When Alex shifted her chain, the child looked up at the noise. "Hey." Alex knelt down, studying her.
The girl didn't respond, but her green eyes gazed desperately into hers.
"It's okay," Alex promised. "Everything's going to be fine, alright?"
"Empty words," another omega muttered farther down. "No one's going anywhere, except with their new alpha.
"You know what?" Alex snapped. "I ain't taking you with when we break out."
The omega huffed. "No one ever breaks out."
"There's always a first. I almost made it."
"And I won't let that happen again." Crowley approached, voice sharp. Alex glared up at him. "You aren't going anywhere, love."
"We'll see," Alex hissed.
He twisted his lips into a crooked smile. "Good girl. You keep that attitude up. I want to get the most I can for you." When Alex bared her teeth, he laughed. "Some alphas love a feisty omega." Then he walked away.
Alex ignored the growing ball of ice in her stomach. She leaned against the wall, watching the corridor with wary eyes. Then the lights went out.
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The next day, there were footsteps. Alex shifted uncomfortably, listening to them approach. She flattened herself against the wall, warily watching. "Do you have any younger ones?" a strange voice asked. "Perhaps one several years from their first heat?"
"We have a few," she heard Crowley reply. "We just got in a young female. Probably only thirteen or so years of age. She might suit your needs very well." They rounded the corner, and Alex could see Crowley leading two or three alphas. They stopped by her cage and Alex tensed, baring her teeth. Thankfully, they took no notice of her. Instead, they studied the young girl in the cage across from her.
The first alpha spoke. "Hm. Very nice. She would work just fine. Open the door."
Crowley did so, and the alpha entered. Alex heard the girl let out a sharp cry, and the alpha laughed. She stood up, her chain dragging on the cement floor. She stood tall, eyes blazing. "Don't hurt her," she growled.
The alphas turned. The first exited the cell, crossing over to stand in front of Alex. "Oh, and were you going to do anything about it?" he taunted.
Alex let out a wicked smile. "Don't tempt me."
"Don't you know how to control your omegas?" the alpha asked Crowley, glaring at Alex. She held his gaze steadily.
"Of course. But this one is unusually strong-willed. I figured it would bring some alphas great pleasure in breaking her."
At those words, Alex's nostrils flared angrily.
The first alpha let out a breath. "Just keep your mouth shut," he growled to Alex. He turned back to Crowley. "Let's see what else you've got."
Crowley nodded. "Right this way." He let the alphas go first before turning to Alex. "If your attitude costs me a sale, you will deeply regret it, do you understand?"
Alex said nothing, eyes sparkling defiantly. She watched Crowley stalk away before turning to the omega across the hallway. "Are you okay?" she whispered worriedly. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No, no. I-I'm fine," the young girl whispered. "Thanks."
Alex huffed. "No problem. Stinking alphas. Think they own the world."
A few days past. Nothing happened. The young girl was sold to that first alpha, and Alex knew with a heavy heart that it wouldn't turn out well for her. No one came to look at her — not that Alex had a problem with that.
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One day, Crowley showed up at her cage. "Get up," he told her. Alex glared at him, but slowly did as he said. The door opened, and guards rushed in. They secured her hands, roughly shoving her out into the corridor. Alex hissed, but didn't fight back. She allowed them to lead her down the hall and around several corners. They stopped by a large door. There were several other omegas there, all bound, but none as heavily guarded. Alex let out a breath not sure as to what was going on. The door opened, and slowly, one by one, the omegas were led out. Alex flinched at the bright light, screwing her eyes shut. She let the guards lead her out onto a small platform.
She could smell all the alphas there. There were a lot. She opened her eyes to confirm it. She was standing in a line with other omegas, and a large crowd of alphas were spread out before them. Auction. The word flashed the Alex's mind with disgust. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Crowley, standing on a higher platform. He held up his hands, and the murmuring ceased. "Welcome." Crowley gaze out over the crowd. "And thank you for gathering here today. I'm sure you all know the drill."
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He continued to speak for a few more minutes, but Alex barely listened. She held her head defiantly, challenging anyone who glanced at her. Crowley stopped, and a guard roughly shoved an omega forward. He meekly obeyed, climbing up onto the platform with Crowley. He gave a starting price, and the bidding began. Alex watched in horror as the omega's price was driven up.
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One by one, the omegas were sold.
All too quickly, it was her turn. She dug in her heels, refusing, and had to be dragged up to the platform. When she reached it, she shook the guards off, stepping up herself. She approached Crowley, head held high, fire blazing in her blue-grey eyes. "And here we have another young, healthy female."
She let out a low, barely audible growl, and Crowley smiled. "But don't let that fool you. She isn't one of your typical, sheep-minded omegas. This one has a mind of her own; and a rather strong one at that. It took three alphas to catch her, two to transport her, and four just to bring her out here. And she still almost managed to escape."
Several of the alphas muttered under their breath, studying Alex.
"Anyone out there looking for a challenge?" Crowley continued. "Because breaking her? It doesn't get more challenging than that. She's one of the most strong-willed persons I've ever met." He paused. "But trust me. Once she's broken, she will be worth every penny. She can do anything you need her to. Not only is she mentally strong, she's physically strong as well. Whether it be handwork, servant, or breeder, she'll excel. Imagine having children as strong as her."
Alex glared at him, teeth bared. Crowley laughed again. "Don't worry, love." He turned back to the audience. "I wouldn't mind breaking her myself." A low laugh spread through the crowd, and Alex shot them a glare. "Now. Who would like to start?"
"One thousand," one alpha said.
Crowley actually laughed. "One thousand? For her? She's easily worth ten times that much."
"Ten thousand," another alpha shouted.
"Fifteen."
"Seventeen."
"Twenty thousand." One by one, the bidding picked up.
"Twenty two thousand."
"Twenty five."
"Twenty six."
"Thirty thousand," an alpha in the back chimed in.
"Thirty one," the alpha countered.
"Fifty thousand." A new alpha spoke, silencing the crowd.
Alex glanced at Crowley, who grinned at the new price. She looked over at the new alpha, eyes defiant, teeth bared. He calmly met her gaze.
"Do I hear fifty five thousand?" Crowley called. No one moved. "Going once, going twice." Still nothing. "Sold!"
Other alphas murmured amongst themselves, casting looks up at Alex. She was still holding her new owner's gaze.
"Come on." One of the guards roughly shoved Alex off the platform, breaking her glare. She hissed, and walked off, head held high. The guard followed. She met up with the other three guards, and they led her back into the building and into a holding cell. They locked the door behind her, and Alex finally let her head drop in defeat. Anger boiled under her skin, and she lashed out, kicking the wall. It hurt, but she felt better. She closed her eyes, standing toes touching the wall. She pressed her forehead against the cold bricks, struggling to sort out the emotions inside.