Chapitre 83: Ordeal

Warning: Sexual Abuse and violence

Cough!

Cough! Cough!

Cough!

I put my hands on the floor, collapsing in a fit of cough. Mr. Olsen forced his member down my throat mercilessly, almost choking me to death. My eyes started watering, and my mouth quickly got covered in saliva. I heard Mr. Olsen's footsteps beside me as he knelt on one of his legs. He placed his hand on my hair, slowly caressed them back to where it was tied, and pulled it open.

"Haah! Your skills are worse than even a virgin," I heard Mr. Olsen say near my ears.

I felt his hands caressing my hair and his lips touching my ear. He took in a deep breath like he was smelling Thanksgiving turkey, and then out of nowhere, he suddenly pulled my hair down and squeezed my cheek with his other hand making my mouth look like a fish's mouth. I winced in pain,

"Though you are bonded, you smell quite delicious, but why are your skills so terrible? Don't tell me that Robbie was the only one you ever did it with," he asked, with a tinge of anger and curiosity in his voice.

I couldn't speak as my mouth and throat were already hurting, and on top of that, Mr. Olsen was squeezing my mouth painfully. I was barely able to nod. I don't know why he would think I would go around sleeping with men when I have a stable job and a son to take care of. I wonder if it is because I am an Omega! That would make sense, seeing as almost everyone in this world think Omegas are nothing more than whores. Mr. Olsen's eyes turned dark, and he threw me back, making me fall on my side as he got to his feet.

"Tch! I can see why Alphas detest doing it with bonded Omegas. Their prey being pawed over by someone else is definitely irritating. However, it makes me excited to think of Robbie's face when he realizes his mate has been devoured by me!" he said, grinning down at me, licking his lower lip.

I don't know how everything spiraled so out of control! A little while back, Mr. Olsen clearly wanted me to give him a head. Initially, I refused out of shock and horror. It never occurred to me that I would find myself in such a predicament. How was I to know that suddenly Mr. Olsen would demand such a disgusting thing?? How could I possibly bear to be touched by the man who kidnapped my son. However, I forgot that this horrible old toad kidnapped my son. Making a face like a demon, he said that if I don't do it, I can forget about seeing my son ever again. Did I have any choice? How can I put Twen at risk to save my body?

I have never felt more helpless and miserable than I am feeling now. Every moment I had his c**k in my mouth, I wanted to puke. If tormenting me was not enough, this bastard didn't let me close my eyes. I didn't want to see myself in this state, but I was forced to. I felt dirty and disgusted.

During my high school days, I was relentlessly teased for having a 'slutty body', for being a 'whore' or being a 'tool for breeding' and what not. Though I felt hurt by those words, I knew that was not true. So, I was able to endure all the nasty remarks that came my way with a straight face. Now, all that pride of mine was shattered. I ultimately became the 'cheap slut' I had been continuously accused of all these years. I felt broken and ashamed.

Even during the eight years after graduating high school, leaving my welfare center and my birth city, I never got close to or intimate with anyone, well, as long as the harassments and attacks on me are not counted. I didn't want to be intimate with anyone, not even with Fred, who loved me so dearly. I never felt the need as I had never wanted anyone in my life other than...

GASP!

The realization struck like a twenty-two hundred volt of lightning. How dumb have I been!! Over the past several years, I have never thought about getting closer to anyone, I have never wanted to be intimate with anyone, and I have never loved anyone else simply because I have only loved and wanted one person in my life... Robbie! I felt like both crying and laughing at the same time. I laughed at realizing this truth and cried for the timing of it. Robbie was, is, and always will be the only life partner I want, but this realization came at a time when I made myself completely unworthy of him.

"What are you doing playing dead on the floor?" I heard Mr. Olsen ask at the same time as I felt myself being pulled up by my shirt collar.

I was pulled like a rag doll onto my feet which were still numb. I felt wobbly as I stood, staring at my shoes and feeling shaky. I didn't want to look at this demon. I swayed in my place, seeing everything fuzzy when a sharp voice rang out,

"Do I need to write an invitation for you to start stripping? Or are you hoping to have those romantic movie moments where I would lovingly strip you off?"

Frankly, both the options sounded terrible. I didn't want to bare myself in front of this sorry-excuse-of-a-man who is baiting my son to make me do his biddings. My hands shivered as I started unbuttoning my shirt but apparently, I was too slow for Mr. Olsen's patience. He grabbed hold of my hand and tore open my shirt so hard that I heard the shirt buttons falling on the floor. I didn't even get the opportunity to be surprised, as I was pushed on my stomach on the bed. The very next moment, I felt his hand over one of mine, restricting its movement and his other hand feeling my chest. I sucked in a convoluted breath, gnashing my teeth. His every touch made me feel repulsed. I felt his mouth on my neck as he planted a firm kiss (which was more of a bite) on my neck giving me goosebumps. His hand on my chest started circling and playing with my nipples. I am sensitive in that part, so in spite of being revolted, I am still feeling it.

This is the first time I hated being an Omega. Of all the things in the world, this is something I didn't want to feel...by 'this', I mean this man as a whole, but this damned body was too weak against pleasure. He kissed my neck again but then abruptly stopped. This pause only made my heartbeat shoot up. The pause ended with Mr. Olsen's chuckle,

"Heh! He made a nice mark," Mr. Olsen said before bending over and licking Robbie's mark of bond with me.

Mr. Olsen's hand, which was on my chest, started to harass my nipples harder, kissing/biting me down my back. Suddenly, he straightened, and I heard a 'rustle' and 'chee' sound followed by his shirt and belt falling beside me. This time when he bent over, I felt his naked skin over mine. My skin instantly crawled with revulsion. I wanted to push him off my back and run away, but Twen...

I closed my eyes, feeling the tears forming in its corner. In order to not lose my head, I brought my hand close to my mouth and bit it hard. Mr. Olsen held me by my chest with one hand and aggressively kissed over my back, while his other hand slipped down to my thing, despite my attempts to not feel, started getting hard. I felt his hand loosening my belt and slipping his hand inside my underpants.

He started rubbing and stroking my p***s, making it harder. With my free hand, I clutched the bedsheet, feeling tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. His other hand left my chest, pulled my trousers down, and started fingering my b**thole. This double attack made me moan many times, but I bit into my hand harder to not let it escape.

"Che! Bonded or not, Omegas bodies sure love to be f**ked," Mr. Olsen mocked, stroking harder.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I don't want this!

Someone... Please...

I shut my eyes, clutching onto the bedsheet as I felt him increasing his fingers behind. His motions made me moan again, but I bit harder. His stroking made me stiff against my will. I felt a sting near my hip as Mr. Olsen bit me. I moaned in pain that I blocked with my fist in my mouth. Finally, I felt him take his fingers out of me and position himself. I knew what was coming next.

I let tears freely roll down my cheeks. I felt another warm fluid rolling down my hand, but I didn't open my eyes to see it. I just wanted this to end as fast as possible. Just when Mr. Olsen was about to enter me, there was a loud BANG!

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Chapitre 84: Found

Warning: Mention of physical, emotional and mental abuse; Strong Language

Robbie's POV

"What the hell are you doing here?" Fred grumbled the moment I slammed the door to his SUV, "And why did y-"

"Start driving. We don't have time to chit chat!" I said, hmphing irritably

"You're one to talk! You wasted fifteen damn minutes dragging me and the cops here," Fred complained, giving a furtive look at the cops.

"There is a reason for that! So, where is that jacka*s?" I asked in a low growl, also eyeing the two cop cars behind in the rear-view mirror.

"Here," Fred said, placing his cell phone under my nose and stamping on the accelerator at the same time.

I looked at the location. My eyes widened. No wonder Mr. Olsen is confident that no one will be able to locate him. I grumbled agitatedly,

"The ruined mansion of Emaulsen!"

"What? What's that?" Fred asked while quickly taking his cell phone back to navigate the route and gesturing to the cops to follow his car.

"That's Olsen's paternal house which has been abandoned and is in ruins," I replied, leaning back, huffing.

"Huh?? Isn't his last name Ols-" Fred started in a surprised voice.

"He changed his name," I said curtly.

"You know a lot about him," Fred said scathingly, "What are you, his personal assistant?"

"Haha," I replied humourlessly, "Olsen's father and my grandad were friends, and thus, my dad and him being childhood buddies."

"No wonder they even share hobbies," Fred said darkly, taking a sharp turn, throwing me towards the window.

I can't even refute him. I looked down, embarrassed, and spoke in an ashamed tone, "I don't even know when dad became like this. He used to be a law-abiding citizen, though, he was always narrow-minded but not-"

"A child abducting jerk?" Fred finished the sentence, rolling his eyes in disgust.

I couldn't speak. After all, dad did help in kidnapping Twen and is also a conspirator in Tony's abduction. I can never forgive him for this. The reality is harsh and painful.

"Will you even bother to tell what the wedge between Tony and Olsen is?" Fred asked, giving me a frustrated look.

I lowered my head, feeling, if possible, even more, ashamed than before, "He is the father of my ex-fiancée."

Fred slammed the brakes in bewilderment, "Excuse me?"

I saw him looking at me with a creased brow. He accelerated the car again as I told him about the entire matter, in brief, earning me a huge frown and a glare. He spoke in an angry booming voice,

"Old man, if you want to protect your man, keep your enemies at a minimum! You should know that all these powerful people love to boast their power by suppressing the weak."

"I know," I mumbled, feeling even more disgusted by myself.

It is all my fault.

How can I ever look Tony in the eye after putting him and Twen through all this?

"So, why did he change his name?" Fred asked, looking at the cell phone for the route again.

"That's a long story, and honestly, right now, I am not in the mood to speak about it" I sighed.

"Why not? That man must be hiding something. If he is so bold to do something like kidnapping, he must be confident of not being arrested. Such people come with history, and the more we know about them, the better we can exploit it," Fred snorted irritably.

I rolled my eyes. Although there is no logic behind his words, I am also anxious, so I decided to tell the story to distract myself.

"Olsen became an orphan at six. His aunt, a colossal b*tch, took over the entire family business and reluctantly his responsibility. I heard my dad say that he was physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by her and her family. He would often come to school laden in bruises. When he was sixteen, she created a false scandal involving a girl named Charlotte in his school batch from an influential German family who, quite surprisingly, was an Omega. The German family was infuriated by him for staining the name of their family's daughter, and so, they put him behind bars, but since he was a minor, they put him in juvenile. Olsen's aunt took this opportunity to break off all her relations with him, thus leaving him to fend for himself. Dad said that after he came out a year later, he completely disappeared for six whole years, and when he resurfaced, he was a changed man. It was like... like something about him died!" I said, feeling unsettled.

"Woahhhh... it sounds like some movie plot!" Fred said, sounding both fascinated and disgusted.

I sighed, "You can say that again, even I found it hilariously dramatic. He then changed his name, destroyed the Emaulsen family, in other words, his aunt, and married Charlotte, to which, amazingly, their family agreed. He even set up this import-export business which he used for both drug smuggling and sexual satisfaction!"

"Sheeesshhh! He must have a knack for doing illegal stuff," Fred said, shaking his head.

"You got that right!" I breathed out heavily, feeling disturbed, "Since the law never protected him from being abused or did an in-depth investigation regarding the scandal, he lost all faith in it, thinking the law is only for the powerful. Hence, he kept taking advantage of the loopholes of the law, exploiting the weak, predating Omegas and smuggling drugs right under the law's eyes and never getting caught as if mocking the law."

The conversation ended with a heavy, suffocating silence. Fred kept driving and checking whether he was going in the right direction. Frankly, I did pity Olsen for what he went through, but the past is past, and in the present, he is nothing more than a douchebag! Right now, pity is the last thing I felt. I just want to reach him before he does any irreparable damage.

"My dad once said, 'Monsters are not born, they are created' and today I got a living example," Fred suddenly spoke in a dry sour tone.

I looked at Fred, whose eyes were fixed on the road. This guy has a very misleading personality. Sometimes, you will think he is nothing more than an airheaded laidback fool, but other times he suddenly sprouts such heavy, grounded stuff that you will be forced to wonder if he really is a fool.

"We have reached," he said as I saw a black broken gate approaching.

As soon as our cars stopped, I jumped out along with Fred, and before the cops could stop us, we ran towards the entrance. The mansion was exuding a chilling and eerie vibe. It is definitely in ruins. The door to it is hanging, half-broken on its hinges, creepers are growing all over it, and on the entrance, the walls of the mansion are covered in moss, and I can also see some bugs and reptiles crawling around. To top it off, the lights in the mansion are flickering, making it look like some haunted house.

The cops quickly caught up to us and urged us to follow behind them. Neither of us is ready to do that. We switched on our cell phone torches and entered. Behind us, the cops filed in with torches and spread out in all directions. Fred and I started looking all over the house. I heard the cops occasionally shout, 'Negative' 'Negative' after searching through several broken and downtrodden rooms. My heart started beating very fast on hearing the negative response. I started wondering if dad gave me the wrong information. I couldn't help noticing that there doesn't seem to be a single soul in sight, but then again, what is Amanda's cell phone doing here, in these ruins.

I continued to search with Fred right on my toes. We looked through the northern and eastern sides of the mansion. They are completely empty and surrounded by pitch black. We had just made our way towards the south when mine, Fred's, and the cops' steps stopped. We all heard some whispering and footsteps.

The cops and we looked at each other and nodded as if tacitly agreeing to follow the sound. It was coming from the south-eastern corner of the mansion. When we approached, we saw a flight of stairs leading to a well-built wooden door. There was even light coming from under the door. Fred, I, and three other cops quickly walked down the stairs, and to our huge surprise, the door was not even locked. We all looked at each other and together kicked open the door with a 'BANG'.

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