Runaway Omega
Chapter 122 - - 122 Please Take Care Of Me

Chapter 122: Chapter - 122 Please Take Care Of Me

Santiago’s Point Of View

"You sure you don’t want to be with the other Omegas? Do you have any friends or family?" I asked.

The Omega just shook his head, no. We had been granted our own room, but it felt wrong to keep him with me when he could have friends or family here somewhere.

"Do you have a name?" I asked.

He looked up at me nervously. I wasn’t sure if he was scared to speak, or scared of me in general. But I was absolutely losing my mind just being near him.

"I-It’s... Synnahmen..." He softly mumbled.

Honestly, it was a befitting name for the guy. He looked like Sin itself. And his voice could stop an army in its tracks.

"Do you know my name?" I asked.

Enough people had said my name while I held him, so I wondered if he was actually listening, or had just been too scared out of his mind.

"S-San...ti...ago...?"

"Yep. That’s me. Syn and San huh? Has a strange ring to it. Are you afraid of me Synnahmen?"

"No..."

"Well thats good... Do you want to eat something? Take a bath? Sleep?" I asked, taking a seat in the reclining chair as he watched me from the bed.

"I... Don’t know..." He said, laying down on the bed.

"Well I can get you a light meal. Or put together a sandwich for you... they left some snack foods in the mini-fridge here for us." I said, indicating the fridge.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Do you want to have sex with me too?" He asked wearily.

’Sweet Gods don’t tempt me. I’m really trying my best to be a fucking gentleman here damn it...’

"No. It’s nothing like that. Though I’m not apposed to the idea either. It’s just that, I was raised to believe that all living things deserved to be treated with care and respect. So eat if you are hungry. If you want to bathe I’ll draw you a bath. If you want to sleep, use the bed. I’ll stand watch with the others." I explained.

"Please don’t leave me... I-I... uhm... don’t want to be left alone..." He said.

"Then I’ll stay in this chair then. Is that acceptable?" I asked.

"N-No..."

"You’re going to have to explain to me what you need love. I don’t want to scare you, or hurt you. I just want you to rest comfortably, okay?" I said.

"I’m hungry... and if I fall asleep, I’ll hit my 48 hour limit in my sleep... you will turn into a different person then..."

"Ah. I see. So what would you like to do? I have a pretty good inhibitor to use on myself. But if I remember correctly, it will only get worse for you... I wonder how the other Omegas are handling things?"

"You should send as many Alphas to that floor as possible... those Omegas don’t like being in pain enough to not seduce the night watch..." He replied seriously.

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I sent a text to my master. Explaining the situation and asking about what actions we should take. I received a reply in no time flat.

–Already on it. We sent Alphas and Betas to the floor. Bellamy will make the Alpha pheromone injection once he gets back in a lab. Go take care of your Omega. I’m definitely about to take care of mine.

"Well it looks like things are going to be fine. Let me feed you." I said with a chuckle.

I made my way over to the kitchen area and made a sandwich and put some fruit into a bowl for him. Then I took it to him and sat it on the bed. He looked between me and the food for a bit, but he didn’t move until I sat back down in the chair.

Once I was seated, he moved with exceptional speed and began to take huge bites of the sandwich and ate the fruit with his hands, despite the fork I left in the bowl. It was obvious that he was starving.

Once he was done, he looked at the plate and bowl with so much longing, that it made me curious about his life up until now. But that facility and how I found him were hellish conditions for sure, so I stayed quiet.

"Would you like some more?" I asked.

"N-No... Thank... You..."

"Why not? You can have as much as you like, I swear. No strings attached. And I didn’t lace or poison it with anything." I replied.

At that, he looked up at me startled. I didn’t understand why. It was like I unearthed a secret of his.

"T-There’s no drugs... in it?" He asked, surprised.

"No, I swear! Jeez just what the fuck have they done to you, that you expect drugs in your food!?" I yelled, gripping my head.

Only too late did I realize he probably thought I was upset with him, and not the facility. I sat up immediately and looked at him –ready to explain myself– but he was just gazing at the bowl, and running a finger around in it.

"Would you like more fruit, Synnahmen?" I asked, amused.

He looked up at me slowly, and nodded. It looked like he was embarrassed, and damn it if it wasn’t the most adorable sight.

I quickly got up and put more fruit in the bowl, this time adding chunks of pineapple to the mix, and gave him the bowl. Then I headed for the bathroom to run a bath. He was going to get the full princely experience today, whether he understood it or not.

I placed some scented bubbles in the bath, and made sure the jets were on, and the water was warm enough. Then it hit me, I had no clothes to give the guy. I was now stuck floundering around, because this would surely send the wrong message to him.

’Shit...’

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Synnahmen’s Point Of View

I wasn’t sure what kind of fruit was in the bowl, because the facility never allowed me to have any before. But it was quickly becoming my favorite thing to eat. It was a far cry from the mush, or slop the facility always fed me anyway.

I was worried that just like the facility, he had laced it with a drug to make me more compliant. I didn’t have friends or a family to speak of, because those doctors and Master Hastings kept me hidden away from the other two masters, so I never left the third floor.

Santiago was a strange guy. He smelled really good, like a warm minty sweet smell. I just didn’t know what to call it. He was nice and warm, but he was a Dominant Alpha. My pheromones would corrupt him sooner or later, either way.

I had been locked away in that room for what seemed like an eternity. I was well past my 24 hour limit as well. No matter how scared I was, I was more afraid to be left alone. I felt like this was all a dream, and if he left me, I’d wake up freezing to death in that room all over again.

Santiago came out of the bathroom, looking exceptionally worried. It was beaten into me how disgusting and annoying my voice was, so I worried that if I talked too much he would grow tired of me, or think I was annoying.

"Syn?"

I heard my name and gasped. I had been lost in thought again, and I didn’t know how to apologize without offending him

"Y-Yes...?" I asked, nervously.

"I need to step out for a bit, is that–"

"No! Please don’t leave me alone..." I yelled, interrupting him.

My panic was rising, and it was becoming harder to breathe. This felt like it was as good as my life was going to get, and then my plunge back into hell would begin anew.

"You need clothes don’t you? A robe, at the very least..." Santiago said, trying to reason with me. But I just couldn’t agree to it.

"I don’t need them, it’s fine... can I bathe now?" I asked.

I knew he had drawn a bath and that’s probably where he got the ridiculous idea from, but I honestly didn’t care.

"What do you mean you don’t need them? Yes you frikkin do! You trying to make me kill my people for looking at... you... fuck..." Santiago trailed off, looking embarrassed for his outburst. It was kind of adorable.

"I’ve never worn clothes in my life, I wouldn’t even know what sizes to recommend for me. It’s fine... plus you’re going to have sex with me anyway, right?" I asked, climbing from the bed and heading towards him and the bathroom.

"Hold on, that’s too much to unpack... you’ve never worn clothes? And you expect me to have sex with you?" He asked, thoroughly taken aback.

"Yea. They didn’t give me clothes, just a name, a daily beating, food laced with all manner of drugs, and a constant reminder that I was designed to service my Master’s every desire, at any time. You are my new Master, right? Please take care of me." I replied, while peeking into the bathroom. It also had that similar sweet smell, like him.

"What is that smell? It smells just like you, but different..." I asked, taking another deep breath.

"It’s chocolate mangos. It’s the bubble scent in the tub." He replied.

"Hmm? So you smell like chocolate mints? I wonder if that tastes as good as it smells..." I asked.

Then I slowly climbed into the tub. It was hot and bubbly, but the best part was the swirling water jet things. They made the bath much more soothing.

’Haaah... I don’t hate my new Master...’