Chapter 34: A Children’s Tale
Kaya
"You know, we have a cute little pet name for you here," the beta sneered, twirling the knife in front of my face, its sharp edge glinting under the morning light. With a smirk, he mimicked a slicing motion, the blade passing just inches from my eyes.
I squeezed them shut, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. I didn’t need to hear what he had to say—I already knew. I had heard it before.
A silver whore. A moon whore. Whatever whore.
"I still can’t believe the carpet actually matches the drapes," the omega between my legs scoffed, reaching out as if to touch me. I jerked violently, my body twisting away from his grasp. It stopped him—for now—but my eyes burned with unshed tears.
Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? What had I done to deserve this? What crime had I committed except existing?
"You idiot," the beta snapped, rolling the knife over his palm in a lazy, practiced motion. "But now I’m wondering... is it really some kind of magical shit? Was she cursed or something?"
"You know," the second omega tightened his grip on my wrists, forcing my arms behind my back. He leaned in close, his breath hot and foul against my cheek. "There’s this old children’s tale about a siren who stole the Moon Goddess’s tears because she craved her power."
The beta scoffed. "Are you seriously telling us a bedtime story right now?"
"Just shut up and listen," the omega hissed impatiently. "In the story, she bathed in the Goddess’s tears until her hair and skin turned silver. But then, the villagers caught her, cut off her hair, and sold it to pay off their debts."