Content Warning: Dark scenes (backstory of a slave). Read with caution. [18+]
Lying like a lifeless body, the young man simply stared at the people's feet as they came and went.
Some wore boots, dark as the shadows in the cracks of the floor, while others walked barefoot, their skin dry and cracked, as if it might burst at any moment from neglect.
He could barely keep his eyes open, the ache in his body unbearable. Even when he didn't resist, the guards handled him violently.
Sometimes, he wondered if it was even allowed in this place—violating an omega who had yet to be claimed.
Before he realized it, his eyelids fluttered shut, and his consciousness slipped into darkness.
A chilling bucket of water was poured over him. He shivered immediately under the weight and cold, his teeth chattering. Looking up, he found one of the guards staring at him with a smirk.
