Chapter 13

Hope

Franc yanked two of my fingers forward, straightening them and I screamed. Tears ran down my face as I surveyed my ruined hand. The fingers I had either broken or dislocated when I had slapped Lincoln’s face were straight now but the pain was still overwhelming. Just like the bluish purple bruises that had spread up and over my swollen hand were overwhelming.

“Some of the bones are broken.” Franc , perched on a small three legged stool, finally lifted his eyes to my face. And his look wasn’t friendly at all. There was no sign of pity in his hard gaze at all. In fact he looked downright murderous.  “What trouble have you got yourself into?” He asked evenly. “You were taken to the facility in the bus and yet you came back on foot.” His eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

“What do you mean what did I do?” My voice rose. “Do you even know what goes on in that place? What they put us through.” Standing up , I cradled my broken hand against my chest. “What, they tried to do to me?”

He lifted himself to standing slowly, like his old body was refusing to straighten. “You did this in the facility?” His voice shook. “Hope!”

“They tried to violate me. The doctor and one of the guards. They stripped me naked -“

His eyes lit up at my words and I felt physically sick.

“You knew!” I was seething now. “You knew what they did there and you sent me anyway.”

He not only knew, he was getting off on the thought of me being there. No doubt about it.

“All omegas go through it. It’s an honour.”

I rolled my eyes. “An honour?” The memories of the girl who had gone after me filled my mind. None of what happened there was an honour. It was nothing but torture. “You have no idea what fucking honour is.” Turning I surveyed the room. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t. Franc was looking at me with more and more lust in his eyes and being a companion seemed to mostly involve being violated in ways I couldn’t even fathom.

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place with nowhere to go but that didn’t mean I had to stay here or go there.

I wasn’t from this time. This wasn’t the way my life was meant to turn out. I was meant to have a life full of adventure and colour . Not this drab existence, just hoping to be alive the next day.

I hadn’t signed up for this.

When i had woken up here, I’d had nothing but the clothes on my back and a pocket watch that for the life of me I couldn’t find now. Everything I had used or worn since Franc had gifted to me.

Although if the way he was looking at me now was anything to go by , none of it was a gift and he was now expecting payment.

“Hope.”

I whirled on him. “He touched me. A lousy fucking guard with dirty nails thought he could touch me.”

His eyes narrowed. “I understand that it’s uncomfortable to admit you might need a little help. But most omegas go through some aspect of training to get their bodies ready for their alpha. Maybe we should-“

My anger flared. “Do not under any circumstance finish that sentence. My body does not need to be trained by you. Touch me and you will end up the way that guard did.” I promised. Pointedky I stared at the hand he had out stretched and he dropped it to his side with a scowl. “They will hurt you if they do it.” He whined. “I would be gentle.” Rushing off he threw the chest open again. The one where he had taken the dress from. Rummaging around in it he straightened with something wooden in his hands with a wide smile.

“I have this from my wife. She used it to train her body and-“

My eyes fell on the wooden thing in his hand. The huge phallic wooden carving that I had thought was some sort of art at first and my mouth fell open. “Is that-“ my eyes glued themselves to the base. The bulging base. “Is that a dildo?” My voice shook.

I was a modern woman back in my time. Sex toys didn’t bother me but I’d never seen anything so monstrously huge. It was so big that I squeezed my thighs together.

If the thing they had tried to shove up me at the facility had been that size then no wonder my pussy had literally closed up in anticipation of the pain.

“It’s a trainer one and I would be so gentle with you Hope.” He stumbled a step forward, waving the massive thing around like the sight of it was going to change my mind.

“A trainer one?” My voice shook. “Keep that thing away from me.”

“You will need to learn to take it.” He strode forward. The light in his eyes as dark as the soul I could see peeking out beneath his grit crusted lashes. “Like you will need to show some submission.” His eyes narrowed. “I took you in Hope. I kept you.”

That was a laugh. He might have put a roof over my head but I had looked after him more than he had me. He would have starved if it wasn’t for me.

“Lay down and-“

“You touch me and you will have the same fate as that guard.” I warned scrabbling around for something to defend myself with. There was nothing really. “Bleeding and dead on the ground?”

My hands closed into fist and I lifted them.

“You killed a guard?” His voice rumbled with anger. “Hope, you are doing to get us both killed. You need to show-“ he lashed out. Much faster than I was ready for and his grime incrusted hand tangled in my knotted hair.

“Murder is a capital offence, Hope.” He dragged me forward. So much stronger than I had ever thought. I gripped at his hands, trying to get him to loosen his grip as I stumbled towards the narrow bed draped with an old pair of curtains.

“Get off of me.”

“They might not kill you because of who and what you are-“ swinging me around by my hair he threw me on the bed. “But they will kill me if I don’t get you under control.” He straightened. “You don’t want that do you Hope, after everything I’ve done for you?” He dropped his pants to his knees and I fought the urge not to ve sick. The wooden dildo was one thing. The sight of his grey flaccid dick was quite another.

I didn’t want either one near me.

“I’ll make it nice for you. Get you nice and wet so we can train with the knot. “I’ve been told that it feels amazing for the woman when she is used to it. But it can be quite painful if you’re not.” He knelt one leg on the bed. “I don’t want it to hurt you,Hope.”

“No.” I scrambled backwards. “But I sure want to hurt you. Touch me and you will die.”

He arched a grey bushy eyebrow. “Because you will kill me? Come on now Hope. You’re not strong enough to do that. You might have hit him but -“

“You’re right.” A voice boomed from behind us. Lifting my eyes over his shoulder I stared open mouthed as Lincoln stalked into the room. His too bright eyes swept across the shabby furniture and dirt and landed on mine. “She broke her hand slapping me.”

Franc scrambled backwards. Tugging up his trousers but leaving them gaping disgustingly at the front. “You slapped an Alpha?” He whispered , his eyes darted to me.

“Oh she slapped me alright.” Lincoln’s eyes seemed to glow. “But I was the one who killed the guard for touching her without her permission.”

Franc took a shaky step back.

“Do you know what happens to betas who touch the chosen companions?” Lincoln stalked towards. “Do you?”

Franc began a weird sort of shake of his head. Not quite a no and not a yes either. “Please commander. Alpha , she-“

Asshole was about to blame me.

“Now what do I do with you now,beta? What do I do?” Lincoln cocked his head to the side. “What do you think Hope?”