“Keep those on.” The Omega spoke, answering my unasked questions like he knew.
So, I did what he said.
I didn’t take the time to see what the Alpha had required me to wear. It didn’t matter in the end. It was all for show.
“Charlie.”
It’d been so long since I’d heard that voice utter that name. I still didn’t look towards it. I didn’t react other than to wipe my sweaty palms down the sides of my black covered pants.
I wasn’t that person. I never was, and never would be.
I was just an Omega boy who would follow the lead of whatever Alpha I was in the care of. They’d call me whatever they wished to; they’d do what they’d want. And I’d have no say in any of it.
It took all my willpower not to let a single tear slip, even though my vision swam in blurry blobs.
Don’t cry.
“Oh, Charlie.” Again, my name was spoken by someone who felt like they were once my long-lost friend. Someone I could have once confined in.
Oh….wait.
I had done just that. I had told my fears and worries to a friend once before. It was years ago, and the answers to those fears were the same. Fears weren’t something to be voiced.
“Th-there’s other clothes for you.”
I dipped my chin towards my chest.
“I’ll…put them in the drawer for you. Vincent is waiting in the living room for you.”
I kept my arms rigid at my sides as I passed the Omega. He reached out but I sidestepped without hesitation.
Touch wasn’t allowed. Not from anyone but the Alpha who held my contract. And even then, if he wanted to punish me, he would. Whether I broke a rule or not.
I forced my mind to go blank as I took the stairs down to the main level. They softened beneath my feet, each step padded and silent. I made no sound as I reached the bottom.
I followed the low voices toward what I assumed was the living room, guided not by curiosity, but by obligation.
I paused long enough in the doorway to see two men. One sat on a loveseat while the other sat with his back towards me in a chair. In that one glance, I knew which one was the Alpha who currently held my life in his hands.
My feet took me towards him, one step at a time. When I reached his side, I gracefully fell to my knees and bowed my head.
He was the master of the house; the master of my world because I knew anything outside of him didn’tmatter. Even if my heart ached with lies that I was forced to tell myself to make this time go by and things could return to normal.
I wasn’t sure if it was for the best or not that the Alpha completely ignored me. He sipped a drink, the ice clinking in the glass with each movement. He spoke, the words not at me but they still swirled around me, wrapping me into a sense of false security that wasn’t truly for me.
The other Alpha spoke deeper, his voice like whiskey on the wind. It was soothing, but mostly because he was over there and ignoring me.
I was just a simple piece of furniture, seen but spoken about. It made it even easier to withdraw from the world that I was currently in.
Being seen but not used was better than the alternative.
Certain words broke through the numbness. Some made sense while others went right through one ear and out the other.
“…he’s broken,” one voice murmured, low and clipped.
“Aren’t they all?” Came the reply. That one was Alpha Harris. Calm. Certain. His tone wasn’t cruel, but it was stated as a fact.
“He wasn’t like that when I met him a few years ago.”
