Runaway Omega
Chapter 157 - - 157 Past Trauma

Chapter 157: Chapter - 157 Past Trauma

Wahrryn’s Point Of View

{{Lore’rahlye Facility – Some Time Ago

"Wahrryn, you really are my favorite... I can’t get enough of you. Do you hate me?" Master Danhiel chuckled.

"S-Stop... laughing..." I groaned.

The man before me was sick. I hated him to his very core. He was evil, and took pleasure in hurting me, daily.

I was currently naked, hanging from some contraption, in the middle of his hidden room of depravity. It was freezing in this room, and the cold only made the pain hurt even more.

"I asked you a question, Wahrryn... Do you hate me?" Danhiel chuckled into my ear, as he tightened his grip on my throat.

"N-No... M-Master..." I gasped out.

Even if I did hate him, telling him would only make things worse, because that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. I had made the mistake of telling him I hated him one time.

He had beat me mercilessly, and fucked me even after I passed out, multiple times. Since then, I made a point to never voice my true thoughts again.

It didn’t stop the abuse by much, but it took a lot of the fun out of it for Danhiel.

"Tell me, Wahrryn, is it fun lying to your Master? Do you get a kick out of laughing at me? I think bad boys that can’t tell the truth, need to be punished."

"Aaah! N-No! S-Stop!"

"What do you mean stop? You’re taking it all in so well, though. Your body truly is amazing..."

"Please! S-Stop! Aaah!"}}

"Wahrryn, wake up! It’s just a dream. You’re having a bad dream..."

"Ugh... Mngh..."

"C’mon love, open your eyes..."

I felt a warm hand on my face, and my tears being wiped away. I slowly opened my eyes, and noticed Maihsson and Master peering down at me in worry.

"M-Master?" I murmured, confused.

I couldn’t catch my bearings. I couldn’t distinguish dream from reality. This felt more like a dream than the nightmare I had allegedly been trapped in.

"Yes. It’s me. Are you okay? You were screaming pretty loudly..." He replied.

I looked around nervously, trying to find Mahxim. I didn’t see him anywhere.

"M-Master? Where is Mahxim?" I asked, trembling.

I didn’t want to insult my Master, but I really wanted a hug from Mahxim, and some reassurance.

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I don’t see him or Jehssope." Maihsson murmured.

"Would you like to go find him?" Master asked me.

I nodded and curled up on top of the bed. My body was insanely sore, and my fear and sadness were so overwhelming, that I just wanted to cry.

"Right. Then let’s all go together." Master said, scooping me up into his arms.

Maihsson walked beside us, clenching Master’s shirt tightly with one hand, and stroking my hair with his other.

It was comforting as hell, considering that my body wouldn’t stop trembling.

"Let’s try looking in your other room first." Master said, heading down the hallway and holding me gently.

Maihsson opened the door, but the room was empty. There was evidence that they had been in here since the night before, but they were nowhere to be seen now.

’Where did you go, Mahxim?’

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Jehssope’s Point Of View

"Jehss... wake up... I hear movement..." I heard Mahxim say, as he jostled me awake.

It felt like we had been locked in this room for forever. The fear I had, had long since subsided inside me, now replaced by annoyance.

I sat up and looked around, confused. Then, the door unlocked and I glanced in its direction, ready to give our Master a stern talking to.

"This way gentlemen. Please secure these Omegas, if you would." Kihone said, as he escorted 5 men into the room.

"What the hell is this?" Mahxim yelled.

"I explained it to you already. My goodness, were you not listening?" Kihone tisked.

"If any of you touch me, I swear I’ll kill you!" I yelled.

"Our Master would never approve of this!" Mahxim exclaimed.

The men hesitated and looked back at Kihone. He chuckled and waved them on.

"This is the standard procedure for unruly Omegas. The Young Master is a very strict man. Pay them no heed, and continue as you were." Kihone replied.

The men wasted no more time in their approach. My heart began to pound in my chest. The beats were deafening.

When two men approached me, I immediately aimed my foot for one’s crotch. This wasn’t the facility, so I no longer had any reservations about fighting for my life.

The man deftly caught my ankle, and twisted it painfully.

"Aah! No! Let me go you stupid brute!" I yelled.

"Take your fucking hands off of me!" Mahxim yelled, clawing at the men who picked him up.

The man who seized my ankle then effortlessly shackled it to a cuff on the bed. The other man followed suit by cuffing my other ankle.

Mahxim’s wrists were cuffed to a contraption on the wall, to the right of the bed. When I realized that they were trying to undress me next, my anger mounted to an insufferable degree.

"Stop! I told you, this isn’t what our Master would want! You have no idea what you’re doing!" I yelled, swinging a closed fist at one of the men.

My fist connected with his cheek, and I could tell that the hit hurt me, more than it did him. He chuckled and then grabbed both my wrists, hoisting my arms above my head.

The other man wasted no time lifting my shirt and pulling it off over my head. Then, the man holding my wrists secured them to some cuffs at the top of the bed.

I looked over at Mahxim. He had gone silent in his struggles, and I realized his eyes were glazed over, and his chest was heaving heavy breaths.

I could tell immediately that he was currently trapped in the throes of a past traumatic experience. I felt the tears beginning to sting my eyes, as I realized this was all my fault.

Mahxim never wanted to come here. He only came because I goaded him into it. All because I had been too afraid to go alone.

When one of the men began to tug at my pajama bottoms, my own fear consumed me. I couldn’t put on the act as though I wasn’t scared anymore. I was absolutely petrified.

"Finally calmed down, I see. Now be a good little Omega and relax." A man said.

"They really are beautiful. I can see why the Young Master chose them." A man undressing Mahxim chuckled.

"And feisty as hell. So sexy." A man agreed, as he touched my bare chest.

"Your heart is pounding. Is it out of fear or excitement?" He asked with a smirk.

Suddenly his voice overlapped with Master Hastings voice. My eyes went wide.

{Are you scared Jehssope? Why are you afraid? You’ll find pleasure in the pain, I guarantee it.}

[Please don’t do this... I don’t like it at all...]

{It’s not about what you like. It’s about how you can please your Master, right? Learn to love it... because one day, you’ll be sold to another Master who will not give you a choice, either. Better to get used to that now... So stop fighting it.}

[Master... please... I don’t want to–]

{Jehssope, do you want to piss me off? Is it that you actually enjoy the pain I give you through punishment?}

[No! Please!]

"KIHONE? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

I heard a loud commanding voice echo throughout the room, that snapped me out of the terror that had consumed me completely.

"Ah, Young Master. I see you have arrived. We were readying these disobedient Omegas for your punishment." He said eagerly.

"What the hell are you saying?! I never asked you to do that!" He yelled, angrily.

"But Young Master, this is the standard procedure, is it not?" Kihone asked, bemused.

"These boys aren’t some random Omegas who signed a contract with me! What the hell were you thinking!?"

"What? What do you mean? How long do you intend to entertain these Omegas?" Kihone retorted.

"That’s none of your fucking business! Release them immediately!" Master yelled.

I let out a sigh of relief, that was short lived when I glanced up to look at him, and noticed that he had brought Maihsson and Wahrryn along with him.

"Keep your eyes closed Maihsson and Wahrryn. Don’t open them until I tell you to, okay? Will you do that for me, please?"

"Yes, Master." They said in unison.

"All of you should be grateful that these boys are here. Otherwise, I’d kill you all myself." Master said, in a low growl.

It wasn’t until that declaration, that Kihone finally began to show an ounce of fear and hesitation. I would have loved to relish in his comeuppance, but my body was trembling too hard to focus on anything else.

I felt strong arms lift me off of the bed, and Master’s pheromones encase me completely.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking down at me, sadness completely darkening his features.

"I’m so sorry Jehssope, please forgive me..." He said, rubbing his cheek against mine.

He took his shirt off and placed it over my head, after sitting me in a chair. He then grabbed a blanket off the bed, and wrapped it around Mahxim, after freeing him. From where I was, it looked entirely like Mahxim was passed out.

"Kihone, I will speak with you later. The rest of you better dissappear from my sight, right fucking now!" Master demanded.

Everyone, including Kihone, made a hasty retreat without looking back.

"C’mon boys. Let’s go." Master said, picking up Wahrryn in one arm, and carrying Mahxim in the other.

We walked back to his room, but I could barely get my legs to move properly.

’I have questions... but I’m just too afraid to ask them...’