Caged by Mona Black EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Mona Black
- Language: English
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ELLA
Would you look at that, darling? These days they’ll bring in just any
trash from the street,” a sugary female voice drawls. “Straight
from the sewers and into the Cage.”
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“Overripe omega trash,” another says, “instead of someone from a good
hearth. You’re right. Stinks. I can smell it from here. I knew our numbers
had dropped and we need fresh blood, but this is a fall from grace, I say.”
“May Rhea save us.”
I don’t turn around to look at the women talking. I keep walking, my
head down, my heart racing. I want to lift my hand and touch the back of
my neck where I have hidden my pendant before it was taken from me,
sticking it into my tangled hair, but my hands are bound together.
A slave. A prisoner.
My breathing echoes funny in my ears. Or maybe it’s my heartbeat I
hear, a war drum beating wildly in my veins, in my temples. I’m shaken.
Shattered.
Following behind a beta woman in a long black dress that trails on the
ground, myself followed in turn by two beta guards in their yellow uniforms
and with spears in their hands, I’m not sure if this is a pleasant dream or a
nightmare.
Points in favor of it being a pleasant dream: I was fed before being
brought here, warm food accompanied with clear water to drink, and was
assured I wouldn’t be harmed.
I didn’t believe that, of course, but then we entered this building and the
place frigging gleams. It stretches in every direction, opening into gardens
with dappled light and gurgling fountains, the marble floors decorated with
geometric patterns, shiny enough to reflect the high ceilings with their
swinging chandeliers. Gold tesserae glint in the walls, parts of intricate
mosaics.
Gold is everywhere, gold cloth on the chairs, the curtains, the
tablecloths—but the chairs and tables themselves also seem to be cast in
gold. I see golden chandeliers and candle holders, bowls and decorative
balls. It’s blinding. Nauseatingly shiny.
Probably a tribute to the name of the House: The Golden Cage. Or else
the place took its name from the amount of gold in it. Who the hell knows
or cares?
To soothe myself, I run my thumb over the old scar on my palm. But the
rope around my wrists chafes, and I stumble when the woman in front of
me pulls on it.
I’m on a leash. Like a pet.
Because I’m an omega.
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