Chapter 5 The heat

Time passed by and Arya slowly felt the pressure, she knew she will be seventeen soon enough. Mr Xavier recently allowed her to practice the piano four times a week, she even received a book with some new pieces of music to learn. So she did. Firstly she was wondering why he did that, but then it hit her. She will be sold soon and he wanted to make a profit with her. A well educated Omega playing the piano will go for a better price. That’s it. Arya had a plan B for her future, if she was sold to a brothel or some fucked up couple she would escape, she had some money hidden in a safe place. Not much but enough to last for a month or so. It’s always something for a beginning. Then she would find a job. It will be hard but it was always a possibility giving Arya the feeling of having a bit of control over her life. She still had time. One month to be precise.

Her heat came later than expected. Arya hated that feeling when she wasn’t able to control anything. When she was becoming a mess longing for any Alpha with a dick to fuck her hard and use her at own will.

In this noble institution they had a few rooms where Omegas in heat were closed for a week to get over with it. The rooms were isolated and once you were closed there you had to wait one week to be allowed to walk out. There was a bucket instead of a toilet, a mattress on the floor and a blanket. The room had a little window but it was too high to reach it. She hated every moment she had to spend there. The metallic sound of the door locked behind her made her feel nausea. She was wearing a thin gown and it was rather cold. Arya was shivering. In the evening her heat increased and she wasn’t cold anymore. She felt the heat spreading across her belly. Her body was feverish and the slick between her legs soaked through her underwear. She felt dirty and sticky. She was trying to find some relief in rubbing herself and sticking her fingers inside her pussy but it was in vain. She felt pain. She was craving an Alpha, any would do. There were times when she was sane and able to eat some food placed in her room once a day along with some water. The days were passing by and her heat kept coming and going. She has lost track of time. Her body was trembling and she was a mess. She could kill for a warm bath, she wouldn’t mind washing even if hundreds of Mr Kane likes were watching her. Her slick kept dripping and she couldn’t help it. Finally it stopped. It must have been a week and Arya hoped to be let out but another day passed. When the next day a tray with food was brought in Arya asked.

‘I’m sorry my heat is over, can you let me out?”

The Beta woman sighted.

“One more day, it’s Mr Xavier's order.”

Arya said nothing more, she had to wait. She was wondering why the headmaster wanted to keep her here longer. It was still three weeks till she was able to celebrate her seventeenth birthday.

The next day the door went open and Arya was finally able to get out. She went straight to the bathroom, a bucket of cold water was poured at her, still Arya was glad to wash the stickiness away. She got another bucket with warm water and a washcloth to make herself clean. She did, she even managed to wash her hair. Then a doctor came, Arya had to lay on her back and spread her legs so the doctor could confirm she was untouched. After receiving fresh clean underwear and a dress Arya was taken to a separate room. On the bed she saw a new dress, it was green and very elegant. There were new shoes and a nice hairpin along with some makeup and a hair brush. Arya knew she was about to get ready for being sold. But why so early? Her birthday was in three weeks, why then?

Her heart was pounding, she won’t be able to say goodbye to her friends. She’ll be simply gone.

She was sitting in front of a mirror and looking at herself shocked. She wasn’t ready, not yet not like that. On the other hand she had nobody to talk to left. Cora and Phil were gone, the only person who cared about her was Piper. Fuck it. She needs to get ready. Cora told her that her only chance to survive and maybe, maybe in the future be free was to gain the best Alpha she could during an auction. If there will be any. An auction was held only when there were a few parties interested. Arya didn’t know how it functioned, how the institution contacted the potential customers. All she knew was that her first impression must be captivating as she won’t have a chance for a second one. She had in mind everything Cora told her. The Omega was once a very popular escort and knew how to make Alphas go crazy about her and she told Arya a lot about it.

Arya brushed her hair, she didn’t want to make any fancy hairdo, she decided to keep it simple. She only put a little bit of golden dust on her cheekbones and used black eyeliner. That’s it her skin was spotless and her lips were red no need to use any other makeup.

Arya put on the green dress, it was fancy. It uncovered her shoulders and underlined her slim waist. She liked the green color that matched her eyes. She was ready. Hard to say how long she has been waiting till the door opened. Mr Xavier went in.

“Stand up.”

Arya did as she was told.

“Turn around.”

Arya felt like a doll on display under the strict watch of Mr Xavier.

“It has been a while since we had an auction, there are a few Alphas interested in you. First you will present yourself, let out a bit of your pheromones, than you will play the piano we will wait for the bids finally if there will be a chance to increase your value I will ask you to strip.”

Arya’s face went pale.

“No excuses, you do as I say. We are presenting an obedient Omega. Do as you were told. Don’t mess things up or you might end up in a place close to hell. This is your chance to shine, so do everything as I tell you.”

“Yes sir.” Was all her answer.

Mr Xavier stood there for a moment watching her attentively.

“You are pretty, I will miss punishing you.”

Arya’s expression remained indifferent and Mr Xavier left. Arya felt emptiness and her mind went blank. Time was ticking and she needed to pull herself together. Arya closed her eyes and focused on her own emotions, she was repeating a known melody she used to play at home, when she still had one. The melody kept repeating in her head till the door opened again.

“Omega, come with me.”