Wolves
Zorya
I kneeled on my hands and knees while Daniel and Kyle used my naked body as a coffee table. I took shallow breaths and begged my muscles not to shake. They were watching something violent, and the woman’s screams from the TV made Kyle rub his combat boots on me in excitement.
They were capable of forgetting that a human body was anything more than an inanimate object, and I wanted them to think of me as a table. The agony in my arms was nothing compared to what else they could turn me into.
The men in this basement were scions, humans with inherited spiritual power. Their ancestors had been wolf spirits that had taken human form; my lineage was a mystery.
Unprotected scions were valuable commodities in the supernatural underworld. I’d been unable to hide my nature from my boyfriend when I was sixteen, and he’d told me I was lovely and special.
Special enough to get an excellent price when he sold me to this pack of wolves. Fenrir’s Chain MC. I’d seen their disgusting biker bar above during my initiation, then I’d been dragged down to the basement, my prison for over two years.
Kyle placed his beer down on my ass, and it predictably fell, sloshing alcohol over me. “This furniture is shit,” he said as he took off his shirt and rubbed me down as if I truly was a dirty surface.
Until he started cleaning between my legs, then he pushed hard and rubbed, thinking that he was causing me uncomfortable sensual pleasure. He didn’t know there was a spot to find or that a woman didn’t just need to be roughed up down there.
I obediently made a little noise for him, and he kicked my breasts as the screams from the film morphed into a wet silence. I closed my eyes, trying not to feel empathy.
Aroused by the snuff film, Kyle kicked me over. I fell to my side and lay immobile and silent.
Lana moved from where she had been kneeling. She was a wolfblood, and a tattooed collar declared she belonged to Fenrir’s Chain.
They had not tattooed me. I was not a gang member. I was property they were holding until my heritage revealed itself or my value appreciated. In her eyes, that meant I was not worthy of her males.
So it wasn’t mercy when she crawled across the floor, brushed her breasts over my side, and tried to get the men’s attention. She had a beautiful, dark quality to her skin that contrasted with mine. I had always been fair, but my skin used to tan. It had been a long time since I had seen the sun or breathed air that didn’t stink of men, beer, and smoke.
Kyle shifted his attention to her, freeing himself but not getting up. She straddled the curve of my side and began rubbing herself on me, and he rose, taking the bait, standing on my long golden hair as he put his feet on either side of my head. He shoved his cock in her mouth, and I could hear her gagging as she kept rubbing against me.
I’m just furniture. The lie I recited in my head wore thin as Kyle stood on my arm as he picked Lana up, before dumping her onto the pool table, where she made high-pitched, poorly timed screams as if his tiny dick was making her feel anything other than friction.
I wanted to be still and invisible, but began to tremble. Daniel had not forgotten about me. He never forgot about me.
He placed his boot on my shoulder and pushed me over onto my back. He straddled me, his jeans rough on my skin as he straightened his leather vest.
“If you’re no use as a table, what use are you?” he asked, gliding a hand over his shaved head as if deep in thought.
I didn’t answer him. It was the only power I had in this hell. I could not remain silent, but I could keep my words from them.
He dug his fingers beneath my exposed ribs and pulled up. “Barely a full meal on you.” He leant down, pushing my hair away from my ears, which were pointed. “What the hell fucked your father? Was it a succubus? Is that why you always force me to hurt you?”
Without warning, he shifted his tone, becoming painfully neutral. “Eighteen means the accords permit a warder to register you as claimed.” He leaned in to whisper, his sour breath hot and invasive. “I made a bid on you.”
My heart seized at the words. I desperately wanted to escape from this basement. I might even learn to accept being the personal property of one of the other men; at least they wouldn’t want to share me.
But not Daniel. He wasn’t a clueless, violent brute. He knew how to make people hurt in every way.
He sat up, knees digging into my thighs. His lips turned up in a sneer. “Apparently, I can’t afford you. Do you think your price would drop if I fucked up your pretty eyes?”
I didn’t dare blink as he inspected the feature that had bought such a high price two years ago. They were more like a cat’s eyes than human, with little white, they shifted between glacial blue and sea-spray green.
His stillness told me he was thinking about it, imagining ruining them. I resented my unusual eyes; they had prevented me from hiding what I was, but the thought of losing them to Daniel made it hard to breathe. He took his belt off, and I flinched as he hit me with it. I braced myself for another blow.
“Daniel, be a good boy,” said a smooth voice from the stairs.
