With every second, the voices grew closer, and I forced my body to stay lax. I willed my mind to go back to the darkness. I willed death to come take me away before the men could reach me.
No such luck on any part of it.
The thin blanket over my legs was pulled back, slow and deliberate. Cold air crept across my skin, sharp enough to raise goosebumps along my thighs and lower back.
I didn’t move. Just lay there, exposed to the chill, waiting for whatever came next.
A set of warm hands grabbed my cheeks. Not roughly, but not entirely gently either. The man was looking for something, or waiting for my response.
Either way, I forced my body to relax, even though I didn’t want to. I wanted to speak; wanted to kick and scream.
A second later, as a finger slid down my crack, my body took over. My knees pulled up, and my end side was pushed up, ready to be of service.
Tears began to leak from my eyes; I wasn’t sure they ever stopped, as something cold and wet was swiped around my anus. It burned for a second, before cooling and leaving me numb.
I shook my head back and forth.
I couldn’t take anything in there. Just the thought of a dick pushing in while every part of my body was in agony made my stomach clench.
“Shh. It’s okay.” With the soft voice, came a caress along my head.
I followed the touch, seeking more of it as it started to back away. Maybe if the good soothing touch stayed, the hurt wouldn’t be so bad.
The touch on my butt only lasted for a second, maybe two, before it disappeared. There were more words, ones I couldn’t comprehend.
I put my legs back down once the touch was gone, the blanket back over me and hiding my scars from the Alpha.
Or maybe, it was a doctor.
Maybe I was in the health center, the section for Omegas who were a little more broken. Because broken Omegas weren’t fit to serve. And if they were too far gone, too broken, they ended up being transferred to a different boarding house.
“Charlie…” The voice came again, soft, but different this time. It carried weight. Like whoever spoke it felt my pain in their own bones.
And without thinking, I reached for it. Not with words. Not with strength. Just instinct.
My body searched for the touch I thought might come with it, something warm, something human.
Something that didn’t hurt.
My body moved before my mind could catch up, searching for the warmth I thought might come with the voice.
Fingers brushed mine. Gentle. Careful. But I flinched anyway.
Not because it was him, but because it was touch. Because my skin didn’t know how to tell the difference yet.
Still, I didn’t pull away.
Adrian didn’t speak again. He just stayed close, hand resting near mine, not forcing contact. Letting me decide. And somehow, that felt safer than anything else.
“You’re safe.” Adrian’s voice didn’t rise in level. He was close enough that his breath hit my face with the spoken words. “You’re safe, Charlie. No one here will hurt you.”
Where washere?
My hand moved just enough to let our fingers touch. I wanted more, but for now, it was enough.
Enough to let me know I wasn’t alone, wherever I was.
Enough to let me know that I was alive, and I could survive for just a little longer.
