Linnea's POV
I'm constipated. I've been trying to relieve myself for some time but have found it difficult. I even tried using my hand, but the problem remained unsolved.
Madison must be looking for me. The thought lingered in my mind as I sat on the toilet floor, exhausted. I don't want to go out with shit in my ass; I won't embarrass myself again today. I've done enough; I'll stay here until I find some relief.
After sitting there for a while, I started to hear sounds outside the stall. "Someone is here," I thought, but decided to ignore it. It's probably someone who wants to use the restroom; there's no need for me to worry.
But I was wrong. I was proven wrong when my stall door opened and a familiar face appeared. Julian. One of the triplet Alphas.
Huh, what is he doing here? This is the women's restroom. Curious, I fixed my gaze on him, waiting for some explanation, but he surprised me by showing concern.
"Are you okay?" His eyes moved from my face to my hand, then back to my face. "Do you need help?"
Yes, I need help, but I'm afraid he can't help me. The only way he can help is by leaving. It's embarrassing that he's seeing me with shit all over my hand. I already felt embarrassed in front of him today; why is this happening again?
"No," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Can you leave?" "Please leave," I begged, and he immediately obliged. He closed the door but didn't walk away.
He stood in front of my door and spoke again. "Are you constipated?" His question made my cheeks flush. How did he know that?
"Y... Yes," I answered.
"I'll get you some constipation medicine," he said, and without waiting for my response, he walked away.
There's no need for that, though. Why is he being so nice? Did he forget his status as an Alpha? I'm just a lonely Omega. Why would an Alpha run errands for an Omega? This has never happened before.
Or was he joking? Maybe he was joking, and while I secretly hoped he wouldn't return, he came back just seconds later, defying my wishes.
He passed the medicine to me through the space below the door. "Do you need anything else?" he asked.
"No, Alpha, thank you for this," I replied, opening the sealed medicine with my clean hand. After taking the medicine, it surprisingly took effect immediately, and before I knew it, my stomach began rumbling.
Okay, this is it. I can't believe Alpha Julian actually helped me. Does he want something from me? Is that the reason for his kindness? I should ask.
Clearing my throat, I started to ask, but the heavy sound of the door interrupted me.
I can't see his feet anymore. I think he left. Oh, he's gone. The realization made my heart sink, and within seconds, I was cleaning up and rushing out of the restroom.
I need to find him. I'll ask my questions once I see him. I'm sure he's not far.
After running out of the restroom, I scanned the area for any sign of him. In the process, my eyes met those of the two men from before.
These two men chased me out of the men's restroom after I accidentally went in there. The moment our eyes met, I turned and tried to run, but the men were faster this time.
They caught me, each grabbing an arm.
"You're coming with us," one of them said, his tone making my heart skip a beat.
"No, please leave me. Let me go!" I jumped and kicked my feet in the air, trying to break free from their grip, but they continued to lead me away.
Where are they taking me?
"Leave me alone! Leave me, please!" I hoped some workers or customers would intervene, but everyone ignored us.
The men took me to the stairs and dragged me to the rooftop.
"What are you planning to do to me?" I thought they were taking me to security. Why did they bring me here?
But the men didn't answer. They let go of my arms when we reached the rooftop but didn't leave my side. One even licked his lips.
"You saw my cock, didn't you?" the one licking his lips accused.
"What?"
"I didn't see your cock, I swear. I didn't see anything," I replied, desperate to leave. I didn't want to stay with them. I was afraid they would hurt me.
"That's a lie. You saw my cock. You want some?" Before I knew it, his hand was on my breasts, touching and squeezing them.
"I don't want your cock or anything to do with you; please let me leave." I grew uncomfortable from his touch and tried to move away, but the second man blocked me.
He came behind me and hugged me, his hands going around my waist, trapping me. He also pressed his hard-on against my ass, which greatly increased my discomfort.
From discomfort, I began to feel scared again.
What do they want from me? Are they punishing me for going into the men's restroom? They're taking things too far; I already apologized.
The first man came to me and started touching my breast again, squeezing and pinching my buds through the fabric while ignoring my pleas and discomfort.
"Ah shit, we need to take her clothes off; I can't really feel anything like this." Seconds later, he complained to the second man, who responded.
The second man reached for my zipper and tried to undress me, but I immediately kicked him in the balls.
The kick was unexpected, and the man groaned in pain. I expected him to loosen his grip, but it became even tighter.
Next, they forced me to the ground, and the first man quickly got on top of me. "No one comes to this part of the mall. Stop fighting us; we'll make it quick," he said, pinning my hands above my head.
They were about to rip my clothes off and force themselves on me, but didn't succeed because of the sudden arrival of someone. No—not someone, two people.
They rushed at my attackers, and in the blink of an eye, my abusers' heads were rolling on the ground, their eyes popping out of their sockets.