The Savage Alpha's Rebel

*Trigger warning. Chapter recommended for 18 years old and above.*

Chapter 1. A Factory

Jade's POV

I woke up to the noise of something falling with a thud next to me. My eyes jolted open and I looked around myself. My mouth dropped in shock as I took in the surroundings. It was a girl who collapsed on her head beside me.

"H-help me... P-please help me." She wept and got up, then ran in another direction.

"Huh," I held my head as it was throbbing as I tried to brush away every fragment of pain that soared in my ankles when I attempted to get up.

I collapsed, my hands going to rub my sore ankles. They were tied with rusted chains. What the? My hands were cuffed too. It's just that I was way too surprised and thrilled with my surrounding that I didn't notice it earlier.

"Where am I?" That was the question that erupted in my head, the very first question.

It was because my surroundings were heinously dark. There were red dim bulbs glowing overhead. They were arranged with at least one metres gap between two bulbs. It was a very very huge room. Like a big wedding hall. Except for chairs and tables, there were small tents made out of tearing dirty rugs. Or else majority of the women remained in the open just like me.

"Nooo, let go. Please... Let go." My heart skipped a beat.

A woman was dragged out of the huge door before it went shut.

I brought my eyes back to my left that has left me aghast. I was apparently in a brothel for there were girls of all age struggling to cover their naked bodies. Some were emotionless. Some blinking silent tears while some screaming their lungs out as they cried to set themselves free.

One thing was constant among everyone- scared, enlarged and alert eyes. Their eyes held fear of something I was only beginning to experience.

I was okay until I saw a pair of woman walking in. "Shania, where are you? It's your turn next." They were dressed in a blue uniform and a wooden shaft in their grips.

One of them was thin and the other one quite obese that her shirt's buttons could barely cover her thick belly. Her walk was confident and scary. No doubts why the girls were cowering away.

They looked everywhere around the room. Girls stuck together as they tried to avoid crossing their paths. There was instant rise of fear and slow whimpers as they walked inside the room.

"Don't make us hunt you, Shania. Come out... Now!" The healthy one shrieked.

I was in a painful position. I was supporting myself to sit up on my left elbow while both my legs were folded. Suddenly a brutal pain shot through my ankles, like a current passed through them, and I hissed loudly.

The women's eyes moved in my direction. "Oh, you're awake? Nice." I held my breaths.

The obese one approached me. I saw the other one going elsewhere. That moment when she noticed me up and down elevated my heart beats.

"You are beautiful. I have never had someone's skin so smooth. Your figure... Fuck, I hate that figure. And those boobs," Tears suddenly welled my eyes. "They are naturally round. You are a natural beauty."

The obese woman's hand ran through both my breasts and squeezed the left one before she withdrew.

A wink followed. I didn't respond much to both our surprises. My shock of being in a place like this had frozen me. It had blocked my emotions away, constrained me in a moment I couldn't assume less than any nightmare.

Before I reacted as her fingers slid between my legs to cup my s*x, a girl bellowed like she saw a ghost. I turned my head in the direction and found a young girl collapsing on her face. The others around her whimpered and shuddered. I heard some whispers, claiming that she was dead while the other voices were so small and fearful that I could not comprehend what they said.

As light returned to my eyes completely, I realized I was sitting in a pool of blood. No, it was not mine. But there were blood pools on every second step on the floor. When I looked up and farther in the room behind the rug huts, I noticed there were women with their hands and limbs missing and their faces tear-soaked and glistening with raw dread.

That made a shiver of trepidation stiffen my spine. At that moment, I just knew one thing that if I opened my mouth, it would be to say things that sounded pleasing to their ears or to answer their questions obediently. Because it was clear that rebels didn't belong here nor the women with opinions.

"Wh-where is this place?" Yet, I asked that question as calmly as I could.

The obese woman's amused gaze scanned my face for emotions. She licked her lips and then drew her brows together. Maybe she was attempting to read my face for a hint of fear but I didn't offer any.

She was looking forward to my cries or screams but I shocked her with more questions, "What am I doing here?"

"What place is this?"

"Am I going to be killed?"

She stared at me, hoping to find dread and hope. Hope of surviving this crisis I was in. But I can see she found nothing except for emotionlessness on my face.

She bent down to remove a sticky strand of hair from my face and gave a horrifying grin. "You are in a factory."

Tbc...

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*Trigger warning. Chapter recommended for 18 years old and above.*

Chapter 2. Factory That Sells Girls

Jade's POV

"A factory?" I hushed as I watched her hand go behind her waist and grab a bunch of keys.

She undid my cuffs and rubbed my wrists to soothe my pain. A red band had developed on my poor white skin on both wrists. It looked odd on my flesh. The way the woman gawked at my hands, it felt as if a great piece of art had been damaged during transportation. She stroked it nicely then went for my ankles.

I was confused whether to be grateful to her or cry. I was confused whether to rely on her for my life or take her as a major threat. These women were not safe for me, nor this place. Still I can't help my desperation and ask more and more questions.

"What kind of factory is this? Are you going to botch us and sell our organs?" I wasn't aware of that question myself when I asked. It just popped out of nowhere.

I looked ahead again. The pain and agony of injured girls filled my chest with ache. Some of the girls around me were bleeding profusely. Some had their hands broken or amputated. Some's jaws were broken and some had their heads shaved. The girl who had woken me up was sitting in the middle of the room with her s*x bleeding. It was obvious she was molested in the name of punishment.

There was also a deep cut on her cleavage that she was trying to hold and tend to by using torn and dirty clothes. She was too young to be in a place like this. What made my heart bleed was her intensely flowing tears and her little trembling figure. Her tears made my eyes well up too.

"Yes? What kind of place is this where girls are lying like cattle?" I asked as she massaged my feet.

I was waiting for her reply when she pulled me up on my feet. I winced and seethed in affliction but the obese woman put my right hand around her shoulders, supporting me on my feet.

"Where are you taking me?"

She didn't answer as she helped me walk towards the door. "Are you going to cut my hands too? Or my legs?"

"Benny," The other woman jumped before us.

I looked up at her astounded face, "Shania is dead. The high dose probably killed her." She told the obese woman that goes by the name Benny, then looked at me.

"What do we do now?" Both the women shared an evil smile. I didn't know what it meant, but whatever it was... It was going to be bad for me.

"She'll replace her." The obese one said as she dragged me with her.

The healthy one seemed way too happy, "She's finally awake. We can expect a crazy flow of cash for she's the most beautiful one of the month. Since Shania is dead and she was going to be the last one to put up for auction today, we will make this one replace her."

I refused to walk. Staring deep in her eyes with a defiant look I asked, "If you want me to come with you, tell me what kind of factory is this?"

"It's a Grooming factory– we groom and sell girls to eager buyers and make millions of profit. There is more profit if the girl is Virgin... Like you." My face heated up at the sound of it. I never regretted being a Virgin before as much as I am doing now.

So... I am sold. Or going to be sold. I don't know which one to accept first!

I let my body lose and allowed the women to carry me outside.

"W-what about those girls who are bleeding or disabled?" My fate was in front of me and I was still curious to know about the factory I woke up in.

Both the women shared a look, then the thin one said, "Girls who refuse to follow our orders are punished. They either lose their body parts or their lives."

'Who will mention sexual assault and rape?' I wanted to snap that on her face but I controlled my building rage. I need to keep my sharp tongue in check if I want to get out of here.

"Body parts happen to most of them as the disabled ones can further be used for other bargains." So pathetic.

Tears strolled down my eyes. I sobbed but didn't let fear shake me.

"We cut body parts to scare the other girls." The obese one whispered to me as if she was trying read my mind and see through my affected heart so she could find a weak nerve. "So they don't put up a fight and come quietly like yourself."

They led me through a door and inside a bathroom. When they let go of my hands, I plummeted to the floor on my face. I watched one close the door and the other one prepare a bath for me.

"Now take off your clothes and come. We need to dress you up. They are waiting to see you– our best product of the month." I closed my eyes as they both picked me up again and led me into the bathtub.

Although tears constantly streamed out of my eyes, I didn't tremble. Not internally at least. This is not the end for me. Because this is the beginning of a life I refuse to live. A life I don't want the other women to live either. I will help them. And I will only be able to help if I don't play dumb.

And crying and trembling, and putting up a fight against them would be dumb. I will act smart and get out of here. I will get out and get others out too.

Tbc...

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Chapter 3. Her father sold her

Jade's POV

Throughout the bath and drying I had been occupied in my thoughts. Thoughts that denied to leave my mind. Thoughts that brought more tears in my eyes. Thoughts that made me think of ways I would avenge them who sent me here.

My father... That filthy disgusting man I called father for twenty four years of my life sold me away. My heart bleeds and every fucking hair on my body burns like a honeybee's bite whenever I think about him. His face transforms into stygian dark, eyes red and teeth grow out like a monster's as I imagine his face in the back of my head.

I feel ashamed of myself– for being born in his house. He was filthier than wild boars. With all the water on earth combined, it can still not make up to the amount of hatred I have in my heart for him. Such a stale piece of sick bastard he is.

"Get ready, Jade. I am taking you out to a party." He had said while handling me a parcel.

I had brightened, my cheeks burning with blush. That was the first time he was inviting me to go out with him. Rest other times, he had always been rude and hurtful, uncaring of the pain his words would cause.

"What is in this, dad?"

"A lovely dress that will suit my lovely daughter." He had said.

Not to mention, that was the first time in years that he showered me with such affection. I was accustomed to listening to his slicing remarks such as 'you are ugly wh*re, I would love to throw you out to the dogs if I could, you are annoying sl*t' from him.

So when he called me 'his lovely daughter', emotions kicked in. Autopilot was switched on, and I had gladly worn that sluttish gown with slits on both sides.

My full back was left at view. Two strings merely held the dress on my shoulders. The evening air was cool and hence my nipples were hard and visible. It was so uncomfortable that I didn't get out of the car for a few minutes once we reached the avenue. I was not sure if I wanted to be noticed wearing that vulgar dress. But I did as I wanted to impress my father.

He had also given me six inches long heels. The ones you might have seen p*rn stars wear during their shoot. Beastly huge and sexy-- one that sets the opposite gender's heart ablaze and wonder how they'd look to their eyes if the leg wearing them is put on their shoulder, heels facing the ceiling as they kiss the calves.

It made me feel like a slut but I hadn't dared to spell that out. I wanted to respect my father's efforts. Since that was the first time he bought something for me without me asking for it, I assumed he was trying to work on our complicated bonding.

I thought my father truly meant to gift me something sexy. Something that would make every man in the party ogle at his daughter, and make him feel proud as I was his offspring, and that he could brag about having a goddess-like daughter. Alas, he was only dolling me up for a party from where they kidnapped me.

Yeah. I was kidnapped. It didn't click me until I was held by strange men and touch inappropriately. Though I was heavily drugged, but can a woman forget the assaulting touch she feels on her body? Never.

"Your hair is like thread of silk! You are truly a blessed one." An unnecessary compliment snapped me off my reverie.

Even then, slowly during the bath as their not so gentle fingers rubbed body wash on my skin, I recollected as to how I ended up here... And it all began once I entered that party with my father in Hotel Monique.

He said it was a business party as he had handed me a glass of champagne. It clicked me that it was a party, but unlike businesslike, given that men were pressed up in the corners with women, eating and slurping on their p*ssies. My eyes shrunk suspecting danger within the perimeter of the party hall. Every eye was glued on me like I was an appetising ball of tender cotton candy.

I don't drink as it makes me tipsy quicker than expected. That being the case I refused my father. But he told me that one drink won't cause any trouble and that women without a titillating flute in her hand appeared less attractive in a grand party like this.

I trusted him when he bought one for me. The glass shone like a big diamond and its stem was extraordinarily long. It suited in my nicely polished and painted hand. I attempted to avoid drinking it as long as I could unless my father forced it down my throat, using his rough hands.

I guess he was asked to complete his part of bargain without wasting another second and since I was doing everything but cooperate, he made me drink it.

Not even five minutes had passed and I started to feel dizzy. He had feigned to be worried, his hands holding me protectively as though he didn't want any other man touching me with that barely-there dress put on.

"There's a restroom down the stairs. I'll take you there, baby." I trusted my father and let him take me to wherever he led me while my head coiled like a vortex.

However, once I were out of the crowded place, "Now she's all yours." He handed me to a bunch of men, who later drugged me, and brought me here.

"It's time for a dress, honeybee." My reverie was broken by the healthy woman's voice.

Tbc...

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