Chapter 97: What Rage wants
The guy showed interest, his eyes filled with lust toward the omega before him. He grinned maliciously. He came forward and was about to pull one of Knox’s feet but was stopped by a gruff, warning voice.
"Don’t touch him."
The command left no room for any complaints, as though the person won’t hesitate to punish anyone who dared to disobey.
The guy who came forward groaned and spat, "He’s seducing us. Look at him, showing off his body. How can I not get turned on? I’ve never tried a male omega before, so I was curious. Do they really get wet down there?"
Knox cussed at the guy. He gritted his teeth as he bravely glared back. The guy raised his brows at Knox, seemingly vexed at the omega’s disrespectful reaction.
"Fool, he got wet, what do you expect?" A voice sounded relaxed followed next. The person who owned it yawned and stood from the rusty chair, then dragged it to the middle. The legs of the chair scraped the floor, creating a creepy sound resonating in that unfinished building.
The first guy chuckled and replied, "That sounds like a turn-on."
The man who pulled the chair just shook his head. He dropped the chair not far from the fire they made inside a metal drum, then he went to Knox who warily glared at him.
"Don’t come closer!" Knox shouted. His body shivering from fear and cold from the heavy rain. Still, he didn’t care if he froze under that unroofed part of the building, rather than be touched by those perverted men.