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RORA'S POV
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My vision was blurring.
My throat was hurting.
But my heart was celebrating.
Had I been scarred this much that I could only truly feel alive when I was on the verge of death? I blamed the woman who birthed me for being this messed up. She did this to me. She made me the devil I was. The devil I had been hiding from the world for years.

The more I provoked King, the harder he choked me. And the harder he choked me, the faster my heart pounded, reminding me that I was indeed alive.
Suddenly, he was yanked away and off of me. Then came a thump before his body rolled to the floor.

When my eyes came in contact with whoever had saved me, I was busy coughing my lungs out while he just cast down a condescending glare at me.
I grinned in the pain, cursing him with my eyes since I couldn't scowl at Alpha.
He, without saying a word, grabbed my leg and pulled me towards himself along the couches, caring not that my dress was riding up. When I was close enough, Alpha picked me up by my waist like a doll and walked with me to the couch he occupied.

Without any energy to protest, I could only accept my fate as he tossed me...on the floor.
"This bastard!" I grumbled raising my head.

"Don't look at me."

"Who wants to look at you?" I scoffed with my eyes on his face.
Gawd! They looked so alike. Why had they chosen to dye their hair the same color and style it similarly as well? Had they done this so they could play these shitty games with me by interchanging whenever the other felt like messing with me?
They might have been more messed up than I was. Which was a recipe for disaster because, I would not hide from them. They already knew the kind of person I was from their stalking business. These unfairly hot stalkers.

If not for their distinct personalities, or should I say hatred levels, I would never have been able to tell them apart.

Stephano was meek, perverted, suffering from mental issues, likable, obsessed, warm, and could be compared to a golden retriever.

King was angry, violent, sickly perverted, hateful, irritable, more hateful, and had nicknamed him bear.

Alpha, the leader of the gang, dominant, resourceful, terrifying scowls, cold, distant. He was the tiger in my story. A Siberian tiger.

I had a strong feeling that what awaited me was nothing but pain. They would break and fix me just so they could break me again.
The hatred in their mismatched eyes matches quite well. Especially King and Alpha.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared, but I was certain that someone would come to save me in the end. Maybe my dad would. Maybe my friends would. Maybe, nobody would.

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I must have been drugged, because when my eyes opened again, I was in an unfamiliar room.
"Aaargh!" I rubbed my temples to soothe the throb in my head. It felt like it was about to crack open and spill my poor brain out. But that aside, where was I?

I ran my eyes over anything and everything in sight to get a better understanding of my surroundings.
It looked like a bedroom but with two cameras fixed on the walls, directly aimed for...the bed.

"Sickos!" I breathed sliding from beneath the cover. "You'll pay for this one day."

Coming to stand in front of the full-length mirror that stood proudly next to the closet, I noticed the choker on my neck.
I frowned feeling it with my fingers. How had I not felt it just now? Oh, because my head was pulsating and on the verge of sending me to the one who created me.

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My fingers instantly started searching for the clasp to undo it, but there was nothing.
It wasn't elastic, so how did they manage to put it on me?

I turned to one of the cameras and waved then pointed at the choker. "Get this thing off of me!" I screamed. "You've already abducted me. What more do you want from me?"

Silence.
Well, not like I was expecting one of them to barge in here and obey me.
The only one who might fall for manipulation would be Stephano. But judging by how Alpha had dominated him in the jet, I doubted he'd be let anywhere near the surveillance room.

Studying the choker further under the light flowing from the ceiling, I caught the little crystal at the front center. "What the fuck is this? It can't be there for show," I mumbled running my thumb on its smooth surface.

Next, I checked the place Alpha had burnt me back at the apartment. It was now a little round black spot that stung only slightly when touched.

The clothes I had on were different.
Who had changed them?
Stephano? Shesh! He'd have the time of his life touching me. I still hadn't forgotten how he had cum on me. Perverted bastard.

King? This one might probably have mishandled my body wishing he could erase me.

Alpha? Well, my instincts had nothing on him other than inflicting pain on me.

*Bang-bang-bang*
I struck the door without a break, eager to draw their attention to me if no one was watching me through the surveillance cameras. "I need to pee! If you don't open this fucking door right now, I swear I'll do it here."

Silence.

I began my second wave of banging on the door without caring if the house I was in had other people other than the triplets.
Just as I was about to hit the door for the tenth or twentieth time, it clicked as someone unlocked it from the other side.
I stopped and stood to the side, switching off the light, waiting for them to walk in so I could, attack. It was a lame idea, given that my body was small and lacking in strength. Blame it on the years of being spoiled by bodyguards instead of learning actual combat.

"If you bang on this door once mor-" I thrust my leg up, intending to lick his balls and run off, but his response was quicker and flawless unlike my attack. He grabbed my ankle and pounced on me, an arm across my neck and my leg lifted to his shoulder.
The unexpected counterattack left me breathless and in pain from suddenly being pushed against the wall and suffocated by the arm crushing my windpipes.
"You snake!" He hissed and I immediately recognized King's unique voice. "Did you really think I wasn't expecting something like this from you?"

"Fuc...k...y...yo..."
I was choking again under King's weight like in the jet while grinning teasingly at him.
What was I doing this?
All I had was to follow his and their orders obediently. Maybe they'd grow bored with me and toss me back to my old life full of glamour and freedom.

"Are you that horny?" he asked leaning closer to my face and loosening the arm on my throat.

Even though I was in the dark, I could clearly see his face from the light pouring in through the open door. And he looked like he was about to devour me wholly without leaving even a hair behind. The anger mashed with hatred was a sight for only the strong. If I had been normal, I'd have cried my eyes out and begged him to stop scowling at me.

"I swear I'll pee right here."

"Do I seem like I care?"

"You should because I'll make a mess of this room that nobody will try to get in here."

King chuckled. "Funny, 'cause this is the room you'll be staying in. So do with it as you please. You can sleep on your shit and drink your pis for all I care."

Well, that was going great.