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Mostly exposition, leading up to the second half. Please enjoy!

 Marion leaned back against the wall of her rounded, glassy prison, her tongue clicking in agitation. Her current position was uncomfortable, and a little humiliating.

 

After being rudely woken up by...whoever this particular bitch was, and having a finger shoved into her face, her new handler had taken a little stroll through the house. The thumb had never left, and Marion had barely been able to breathe as this oaf had gone about her business, cheerfully humming as she did so. Eventually, Marion had found herself deposited on a glass coffee table, but with no time to make any sort of run for it. The woman had promptly slammed what appeared to be an overturned shot glass down on top of her, the bottom just barely avoiding contact with her head, before walking off once again.

 

That had been several minutes ago, and Marion had since slumped down onto the glass floor of the table, her back propped up by the glass and her knees hugged in close to her chest.

 

The most annoying part was having her wonderful little dream interrupted, and it brought a satisfied smirk to her face to recall it. To picture that little Beta trash buried underneath her pretty, bare toes. To hear his screams as she steadily increased the pressure she placed upon him. To feel his bones begin to give and break beneath them.

 

A shiver went down her spine as she was forced to imagine what the end of that dream would have been, had it not been interrupted. The thought of her toes continuing to press down onto that little toy, smashing him into a wonderful red pulp beneath them.

 

Of course, she didn't really have to imagine it. She had experience to go on, after all. Crushing a Beta beneath her foot had been an obsession of her's for three years, until she had turned thirteen. After hearing about what Stephanie had done to what the girl used think of as her brother, after bringing the girl into her fold...after getting Stephanie to share all the delectable details of crushing the thing beneath her toes, how could she not have been curious?

 

It had taken three years, but she had eventually gotten her hands on some little Beta girl that had been sneaking around the outskirts of her home in the Alpha district. Her age, maybe just a little older. Dressed in what may as well have been rags. That had been all Marion had needed. The Omegas would never have allowed that girl to be dressed like that if she had registered with them. That meant there wouldn't be a peep at her disappearance.

 

Even now, Marion could remember every detail of that day. The thought of holding the girl in her pocket as she ran home to her family's penthouse suite. Of eagerly kneading the thing with her fingers on the elevator ride upward. Of rushing to her room and dumping the girl onto her floor as she locked the door behind her.

 

Of doing what God blessed her with the power to do. Of fulfilling God's purpose for that weak, pitiful creature.

 

Of crushing the fucking life out of it, with every ounce of strength she had, as a sign of the greatness He had imbued her with through every aspect of her birth.

 

Those with power, with wealth, with prestige. Those were the people God blessed, there was no doubt in Marion's mind about that. Her family had been amongst the world's elite for generations, with no sign of their supremacy ending any time soon. Such an obvious blessing gave her undeniable power, not just over Betas, but over anyone. And having power meant there was an obligation to use it, and what better way to use it than to add to her own greatness? Whether it be by surrounding herself with pretty accessories like Naomi, or with strong shields like Stephanie. Marion had a right to these things, a right that she recognized and exercised whenever it struck her to do so.

 

Of course, just as God had so obviously blessed her, He had obviously cursed the Betas through the simple truth of their existence. They were so weak, so vulnerable, so pitiful. God had no love for them, that much was certain, but God had obviously put them on Earth for a reason, and Marion had no doubts about what that reason could be.

 

The Betas existed to serve. Whatever need their betters had for them, the Betas were meant to fulfill it. They weren't people, they were whatever a superior person like Marion wanted them to be. Those roles were what gave their pitiful little lives some element of purpose, some meaning, and Marion saw nothing wrong with providing and fulfilling that purpose to her inferiors, whether they be Alpha or Beta. She had wanted to experience the feeling of crushing one of the tiny things beneath her feet, and God had blessed her with that chance. Who was she to deny that girl her clear purpose? Especially when it coincided so wonderfully well with Marion's own wants.

 

And the blessings hadn't stopped there. Marion had other urges, and God had provided her with an outlet for each one over the last five years. At one point she had even found a little Beta to keep as her pet, and she had truly loved the little thing as such in their year together. He had been obedient, understanding of his place as Marion's possession. Marion had been fond of that aspect of him. Life would be so much better for so many of the little things if they simply accepted their place in life and halted this silly attempt to grasp things beyond their means.

 

Unfortunately, Marion's time with her little pet was forced into an early end. She had gotten word that some Alphas had been investigating the area as part of Aegis, looking for some Beta that had gone missing in the area at around the same time Marion had obtained her pet. Marion may have loved her little pet, but he had clearly become a risk.

 

Marion had not been without mercy. The little guy had been faithful to her in his role, and she rewarded that by quickly popping his head between her thumb and forefinger as he slept. The body had been thrown into the toilet afterward, a simple flush and a wash of her hands removing any traces that he had ever existed.

 

It had been such a waste, Marion thought. Such a stupid, hideous waste.

 

All because of the fucking Omegas. Those huge, oafish beings that wanted to...help the Betas. To propel them to a place in the world that wasn't for them. That they didn't deserve. That they hadn't earned.

 

Marion knew - with every fiber of her being, she knew - that the Omegas were abominations. Against nature. Against God. They had simply appeared, and forced that stupid vision of theirs on the world around them. They had undermined thousands upon thousands of years of nature in their stupid little quest, spitting in the face of God with every step.

 

It disgusted Marion, how they used the power at their disposal. How they used it to...protect creatures that were no different from dust mites to them. How they felt obligated to offer that protection. Obligated to make them greater than what God had chosen to provide them. Power came with obligations, but that was not one of them. It was sickening. It was wrong.

 

And here she was, about to suffer for their idiocy. Marion couldn't help but sneer in contempt at the absurdity of it.

 

A sliding motion across her back broke Marion's concentration, and she brought her hands to the glass floor for support as her glass prison was lifted from atop her.

 

The stranger who had absconded with her was back, kneeling over her with a warm smile on her full lips. The glass was soon placed down close by, a vibration pulsing through the table as it was set. Marion's eyes went wide as a large, thick glass bottle joined it, easily three times her height and filled with a dark brown liquid. Was that...rum?

 

Marion's attention returned to the woman, still smiling as she began to take a seat on the couch behind her. Marion finally began to take in the woman's features, her amber eyes being the first thing she noticed, and they went well with her tanned skin. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back, likely into a pony-tail. A tight, sleeveless business blouse adorned her upper body and accentuated her rather large bust. More than that, the sleeveless nature showed off her strong, toned arms, and Marion couldn't help but note that they seemed a bit thicker with muscle than even Claire's did. A black business skirt seemed to finish the woman's ensemble, halting just inches above her knees and riding up her legs as she came to a seat, her powerful thighs on display as she casually crossed her legs

 

The woman seemed to enjoy showing off her strong figure for how weak-willed she was, Marion thought with a smirk. This was exactly her problem with the Omegas. For as strong as this woman likely was, Marion had noticed immediately that she was hesitant to use it. She had given some half-hearted squeeze after snatching Marion from her bed, and it was laughable how ineffective it had been. Marion knew a show of false bravado when she saw one, and this woman oozed it.

 

"Hello, Marion," the woman said, her voice warm and pleasant. So the woman apparently knew who she was.

 

"Let me introduce myself," she continued, smile still on her face and voice still full of warmth. "My name is Melody King. I work as Assistant Regional Liaison with Aegis."

 

"And?" Marion asked with some level of contempt. This woman seemed dull.

 

"And I was hoping to have a little talk with you, before Enforcer Lindon returned home."

 

With that, the woman reached toward the bottle of liquor she had deposited on the table earlier and quickly removed the cap. Marion watched with some interest as she began to pour it into the glass that had imprisoned her, the dark liquid cascading into it until it was sufficiently filled. The bottle returned to the table, and the hand that had wielded it began to slowly slide the glass in her direction until it was only a few feet away. The glass suddenly tilted toward her, and Marion backed away a few steps as it halted, the liquid creeping close to spilling off the edge.

 

"Would you care to share a drink with me, Marion?" Melody asked from above, that sweetness still present.

 

"I'm underage," Marion replied flatly. What was this woman's deal?

 

"Well, so am I," Melody replied, "and I won't tell anyone if you won't."

 

Marion narrowed her eyes. The woman seemed genuine, and more importantly, respectful. She'd happily take alcohol if it was offered. Reaching her hands up above the rim of the glass, she carefully cupped them together and dipped them into what she could reach of the liquor and then retrieved them. Bringing her lips to her hands, she quickly took the rum into her mouth and swallowed. letting the spicy alcohol wash across her tongue.

 

The glass returned to its upright position, and Marion watched as it rose to Melody's lips where it was quickly consumed in a single, quick gulp before returning back to the table.

 

"I want to talk to you, Marion, because I had a visitor this morning. One that was very concerned about you."

 

Marion took a moment to digest that, but after a few seconds, she felt a small smile beginning to form on her lips.

 

"More precisely," Melody continued, "it was your father. And he had a very generous proposition for me, Marion."

 

Melody's right hand suddenly went to her side, and retrieved the smartphone she had apparently placed there. Taking a quick look at it, Marion heard the distinct sound of a few taps on a screen before the giant woman leaned over slightly, and placed the phone close to the empty shot glass before returning to her former position.

 

"What kind of proposition?" Marion asked, a growing sense of glee forming within her.

 

"Simply put," Melody stated, still all smiles, "in return for a sizable donation to a Beta charity of my choosing, I keep an eye on your during the duration of your internment. I make things go by...easier for you."

 

Marion's grin grew wider as she took that statement in, her teeth baring as Melody continued to watch over her with that same gentle, comforting smile.

 

She knew her daddy would find a way to help her.

 

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