Chapter 6

Sibel's POV

My short stay here as been completely baffling, and learning about the mistratement of omega's have left me in shock.

I struggle to comprehend the extent of this mistreatment and how many innocent lives have been affected by such cruelty. The sheer number of victims and perpetrators is shocking, and I find myself questioning everything.

The fact that I've already fallen prey to Cara's bullying, and Beta Leo, whom I thought was a good person, is involved, is a harsh reality I'm still grappling with.

My mind reels as I try to make sense of of the cycle of hurts, and abuse and I wonder how it is allowed to happen in this kind of environment.

I realized that these atrocities had been occurring in the dark, hidden from the higher authorities. I felt a surge of gratitude towards the moon goddess for guiding me to this place, for leading me to lay low and observe, unknowingly.

It was as if fate had brought me here to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. I couldn't thank the moon goddess enough for this unexpected turn of events, which had allowed me to stumble upon the truth and witness the injustices that had been perpetrated against the Omegas.

My presence here, which I thought was a coincidence, now seemed like a deliberate act of destiny, and I felt a sense of purpose wash over me.

I fixed my gaze on Cara, her face still etched with a mischievous grin. "Haven't you had enough already?" I asked, my voice laced with exasperation. "You've tortured me relentlessly throughout the day. What more do you want from me?" I demanded, my words dripping with frustration and desperation.

Cara's unyielding demeanor only added to my anguish, and I couldn't help but wonder what drove her to be so cruel. Her actions seemed to stem from deep-seated malice, and I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from her wrath.

Jolie and I exchanged a stunned glance. Cara's presence shocked us. The sudden appearance of our tormentor left us both aghast and bewildered.

"Jolie, you're a thief!" Cara spat, her voice venomous. "And now, you'll pay the price for stealing my shoe. You'll regret ever crossing me." Cara's words dripped with malice, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Jolie's eyes widened in fear, her face pale as she realized the gravity of the situation.

"Thief? What are you talking about?" Jolie protested, her voice firm in defense. "I haven't stolen anything from you, Cara."

"Cara, if you think this is some kind of game, please stop. We're exhausted and don't want any more problems. Can't we just leave it alone?" I stepped in, trying to reason with Cara.

But Cara's response was a cold, mirthless laugh. She seemed to find our distress amusing. "Oh, this is just the beginning," she said, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You two are so predictable, so weak. I'll enjoy watching you squirm." Her laughter echoed through the room.

"Where are my diamond-encrusted shoes?" Cara demanded, her voice shrill with accusation. "I know one of you has stolen them, and I'm going to find out who. You're both suspects, and I won't rest until I've recovered my stolen property and made you pay for your thievery."

Her eyes narrowed, scanning us with a cold, calculating gaze. "I know you're hiding something. I can see it in your guilty faces. Don't think you can fool me – I'll search every inch of this place until I find my shoes. And when I do, you'll both face the consequences of your actions."

Jolie and I exchanged a nervous glance, our minds racing with the implications of Cara's accusations. We knew we were innocent, but Cara's determination to pin the theft on us was disturbing.

"This is absurd!" I exclaimed, trying to reason with Cara. "We didn't steal your precious shoes. We're not even interested in them."

But before I could continue, the guards who had been searching the area spoke up. "Actually, we've found the missing shoes," they said, holding up the diamond-encrusted footwear.

I was shocked, my eyes widening in surprise. "Where did you find them?" I asked, my mind racing with questions.

"Ah-ha! I knew it! I knew you two were thieves!" Cara exclaimed, her voice triumphant. "You thought you could steal from me and get away with it, but I'll make sure you pay for your actions. And as for punishment, you can be sure it will be severe and lasting. You'll never forget the consequences of crossing me."

Cara's words dripped with venom, her eyes flashing with anger. Jolie and I exchanged a nervous glance. We knew we were innocent, but Cara's mind was made up. We had to find a way to clear our names and escape Cara's toxic grasp.

"When could we ever steal from you?" I asked, trying to defend ourselves against Cara's accusations. "You're always surrounded by guards and servants, and your valuables are locked away."

But Cara wouldn't listen.

"You're nothing but worthless thieves!" Cara sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're like rats, scavenging for scraps and stealing from those who are better than you. You're pathetic, weak, and utterly despicable. You don't deserve to breathe the same air as me, let alone share the same space."

Cara saw Omegas as weaker vessels, fragile and inferior beings. To her, Omegas were beneath contempt, a mere nuisance to be crushed beneath her heel, too weak to fight back, too feeble to defend themselves against her onslaught of hate.

"You're a pair of parasitic people, feeding off the success of others because you're too incompetent to achieve anything on your own , because you are omegas.

"You're a waste of space, a blight on humanity, and a disgusting reminder that some people are just too stupid to be allowed to exist. You're a cancer, a plague, and a poison, and the world would be a better place without you. That's why you are Omegas, the weaker vessels.

Julie and I were innocent, and Cara's accusations were false.

With a cruel smile, Cara ordered the guards to strip us naked, to humiliate us further before subjecting us to the lash. "Take off their clothes," she spat, enjoying the pleasure of seeing us in pain. "Let them feel the full weight of my wrath, let them tremble before me." The guards moved to obey, their hands rough as they tore at our garments, leaving us exposed and vulnerable. We stood there, I could see Jolie shivering with fear and it was as if she was anticipating whatever comes next, as Cara raised her hands, the whip glinting in the light, ready to strike.

I couldn't stand by and watch my innocent friend suffer. I quickly stepped forward and positioned myself between Cara and Julie, taking the whip's lash meant for Julie. I couldn't bear to see Julie brutally beaten, knowing that we were both innocent.

Cara's cruelty was unjustified, and I refused to let her inflict pain on Julie. I took the flogging upon myself, because I had to protect my friend from Cara's wrath.

The lashes Cara inflicted upon me were excruciatingly painful, and I could feel my skin tearing and peeling. The agony was unbearable, and I fell to my knees, weakened by the brutality.

Julie, who was already teary and emotional, begged Cara to stop, pleading with her to show mercy. "Please, Cara, stop!" Julie cried, her voice trembling with desperation. "We're innocent, I swear! Don't hurt us anymore!"

The pain I was feeling was something else entirely. It was as if Cara was intentionally doing all of this.

"Please, Cara, have mercy! We're innocent, I swear! Let us go, and don't hurt us anymore!" Julie pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears.

Cara's face twisted into a sly smile as she gazed at us, her eyes glinting. She dropped her hand, the whip slipping from her grasp, and for a moment, we dared to hope that the ordeal was over.

But then, her voice cut through the silence, her words dripping with malice. "I'll let you go," she purred, "on one condition..." The pause that followed was agonizing, as if she reveled in our suspense.

We exchanged nervous glances, waiting with bated breath for Cara's condition, our minds racing with worst-case scenarios. But nothing could have prepared us for the humiliating demand that tumbled out of her mouth. "I'll let you go," she said, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure, "if you take off your clothes and run around the park and bark aloud like dogs."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my mind reeling in shock and disbelief. I glanced at Jolie, and her face mirrored my own horror. The thought of being forced to strip naked and parade around the park like animals was too much to bear. We were frozen in stunned silence, our eyes locked on Cara's twisted grin.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I realized she was dead serious. I turned to Jolie, my eyes locking onto hers in a desperate plea for support. "We can't do that," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. "We can't let her humiliate us like that."

"And if you don't...?" Cara asked as we waited for what would possibly come out of her mouth.