FLSAHBACK CONTINUED
Over the years, I had gotten used to their verbal assaults. Their words didn't hurt nearly as much as they used to. I just perceived them as a bunch of teenagers throwing tantrums.
But the physical assault. That was the problem. They were never lenient with their blows.
They didn't care that as a Z-Gen Omega, my pain tolerance was way worse than normal. It looked like they even counting on it. I had multiple purple bruises to attest to that.
The way their eyes lit up whenever I cried out in pain. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction but it was more than I could bare.
Again and again their feet made contact with my body. They stepped on my fingers, kicked my stomach, stomped on my chest. My body trembled. I hated them so much.
I didn't ask to be born this way. In fact, I didn't ask to be born. Why was I being punished for something I had no say in?
My face streamed with silent tears. I couldn't control them. The best I could do was to not make them hear me.
Then suddenly they stopped. They backed away. But I knew it wasnt over.
I didn't try to get up. Just closed my eyes, hugged my knees to my chest. Transporting myself into my own bubble.
For a moment, I was at peace. That was until my breathing started to become short. An unforgiving heaviness settled on my chest, pressing.
A scent filled the room, and I immediately knew what it was.
My eyes remained shut as I fought to hold onto my lifeline. Yan's dominant pheromones, filling up my nostrils.
"Everything was great, until you came along."I heard Yan say, amidst the alarms the alarms going off in my head. Alarms telling me that my heart was going to give out soon. "You killed her—you killed our mother."
"Yan, stop!" Ze's panicked voice intervened.
"He killed mom, Ze…" Bile rose up my throat and before long, warm fluid was leaking out of my mouth. "We're living in this shit hell with dad because of this bastard!" Yan roared.
"I know Yan, but not like this." Ze's words were rushed, but careful. "Shit Yan! He can't withstand your pheromones, he's going to die!" I heard a struggle, then the sound of someone getting punched.
By body jerked uncontrollably.
I circled my hand around my throat as more of the unpleasant tasting fluid spluttered out of my mouth. Every part of my body burned.
Mom, I know I killed you and all. But I hope dying such a pitiful death would be enough to atone for my sins against you… Please be kind to me in the afterlife.
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At the flick of the switch, my room was engulfed in darkness.
Following my knowledge of its layout, I made my way to my bed, stretching myself on it as I looked up the ceiling.
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so I could make out the patterns on the ceiling. I let my mind wander.
I had been a long day and a half. I went into heat for the first time. I felt pleasure for the first time…
A bulb flicked in my head.
I felt pleasure for the first time.
Quickly, I jumped off the bed, heading for the washroom.
I eyed the bottle of lotion in the open drawer. Should I? I asked as I looked at the available resources—tissues, lotion, toilet seat— ready to be utilized.
After a few seconds of battling my self restraint, I gave in.
I sat on the covered toilet seat, getting comfortable.
I pulled down my shorts for better access. A giggle slipping from the anticipation.
Grabbing the bottle of lotion, I poured a very generous amount into ny hands, massaging it into my palms.
Then, the much awaited moment. I grabbed a hold of my little flacid friend, shivering from how cold my hands were.
My face spread into a smile as I began pumping my hand up and down the length. The lotion was smooth in my palm, sl my hands slid without any friction.
Up, down
Up, down
Up, down…
Slowly, the smile began to falter. At what point did it start getting up?
With a huff, tried again. This time, I focused on the tip. I rubbed my thumb against it, tugged, pinched… Nothjng seemed to work.
I scratched the back of my head in confusion. Was I not doing it right?
I shook it, and I wobbled in my hand like jelly.
What was I doing wrong? Or…Should I try doing it rougher?
I squeezed another generous amount of lotion into my palm, easing my hand back around it. This time, I even closed my eyes. You know, to set the mood.
My hands pumped up and down. Pulling. Squeezing. Tighter. Faster. Faster. Until a sudden sharp heat travelled up my crotch.
I immediately yanked my hand biting my tongue to stop myself from crying out as I frantically fanned the throbbing area.
My leg muscles contracted from trying to absorb the pain.
I picked my shorts using that as a fan, as my hand alone wasn't doing the trick. I blew on it with my mouth, sniffling with tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
"Fuuuuuuuuccckkk!!!!" I screamed through clenched jaws.
After a few excruciating minutes, the heat began to subside, and I could finally analyze the damage.
I took in a deep breaths to prepare myself befor I finally looked down.
Oh, woe!
The jarring redness. The raw inflamed skin. I let out a silent cry at how easily the bathroom light bounced off it.
Carefully, I lifted myself off the seat, cradling my bruised property in my hands to avoid any dangling as I took open legged steps to my bed, shorts totally forgotten on the bathroom floor.
At my bed, I slowly lowered myself into the mattress, making sure to keep my thighs apart as I let the AC do it's job.
A million questions flooded my mind.
Was getting aroused just a one time thing? Or did I imagine it that night? That couldn't be right. It felt too real to be just my imagination.
Or was it something only Z-Gen alphas could trigger? Or I just didn't do it right?
Should I tell Mr Lu and Xueya?
Then I would have to tell them how I found out… Let's hold off on telling them for now.
I let out a sigh .
I shifted on the bed, getting myself comfortable as my eyes began to feel heavy. Then after a while, darkness engulfed me.