Runaway Omega
Chapter 216 - – 195 – Detestable Bastards

Chapter 216: Chapter – 195 – Detestable Bastards

Remmeddi’s Point Of View

"Remmy. You need to get dressed already! You are being relocated. Why are you still in bed!" An angry voice yelled, rousing me from my sleep.

"Ugh... What are you saying? Why would I be relocating? To where? STOP TOUCHING ME!" I yelled back.

I was basically being dragged from my bed, without any explanation. On top of that, a group of burly men were now currently in my room, packing my things in earnest. The sight was enough to snap me out of my sleepy haze.

"No one told you? You’re going to be staying with the boss from now on. You need to get up, now." A man stressed, as he roughly dragged me from my bed.

I however, froze immediately. A chill ran down my spine at the answer he had just given me. A weird sensation began to settle in the pit of my stomach.

"No. Why do I have to move? Nobody said that I’d have to stay in that creep’s room! I won’t do it!" I yelled, standing firm on my refusal.

"Hahaha! Look at the backbone on this bitch. Those defiant eyes, the crossed arms, and the clenched jaw. This ignorant slut really doesn’t know his place." The men laughed in chorus.

"Listen here, dumbass..." The man said, grabbing me by the throat, "If there were other options, we wouldn’t be here moving the trash of a bitch, who’s still wet behind the ears. If it wasn’t for the boss’s magnanimity, we’d be moving you to the brothel floor, where your mother earned her keep. So, when I tell you to get your stupid ass up... What I mean is..."

He firmly picked me up by my neck, and tossed me in the direction of the bathroom, as if I weighed nothing at all. I crash landed hard. Sliding into the wall, and stopping my momentum. My entire body throbbed in pain. I couldn’t even muster the strength to glare at him.

’Who the hell throws someone like that? Fucking idiot! I could’ve died, you asshole!’

"You have 5 minutes to make yourself presentable. If you’re not done within that time, I’ll drag you to the Boss’s quarters completely naked. So you better decide quickly about how you’d like to get there." The man growled, his magenta eyes piercing, a malicious grin on his lips.

I pulled myself up from the floor, using the wall for balance. Then, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t want to be near that creepy bastard at all, much less share a room with him for the foreseeable future.

I couldn’t imagine a worse hell than being near him, all hours of the day. He made my skin crawl, and clearly had no intention of being considerate of my age.

"Haaah... This fucking sucks!" I groaned, as I climbed into the shower.

If nothing else, I wanted to avoid having to bathe in that man’s presence. The Alphas here treated the occupants like we were animals, and I didn’t want to give Rahzden that same impression.

After washing myself thoroughly, I climbed out of the shower and grabbed a robe. Once I re-entered my room, there was an outfit already laid out for me on a chair. Everything else in my room had been removed. They had taken my mother’s belongings, as well.

I let out a weary sigh as I inspected the outfit, then frowned.

’What the hell?!’

The clothes clearly did not belong to me. In fact, they weren’t even intended to be worn by a boy.

"Did you enjoy your shower?" A deep sinister voice cooed behind me.

I shivered, and slowly turned to face the last person I wanted to see right now. I couldn’t help but glare at him in disapproval.

"I’m not wearing this. Why do I need to wear a dress? I’m clearly a boy!" I said, doing a poor job of reigning in my anger.

"No need to glare at me. I had nothing to do with this decision. I assumed you had a weird hobby of cross dressing." Rahzden chuckled darkly.

’Ugh! Those detestable bastards!’

"I need proper clothes, but those idiots took them. Isn’t this an inconvenience for you as well? Why are you laughing?" I demanded.

His lackadaisical attitude was starting to grate on my nerves. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered about any of this. It was infuriating.

"Hmm? I don’t mind. You can go just as you are. It’s not a problem." He shrugged.

I could feel my face heating up. I was beyond pissed off now. If I didn’t want to wear a dress to his quarters, why the hell would he assume going naked was a better option?

"I would like my normal clothes, please." I gritted out, trying to sound as respectful as possible, despite the hatred welling up inside me.

"Haaah... You can get them when we return to my room. I’m growing tired of your obstinacy. Let’s go." He sighed, before throwing me over his shoulder and heading for the door.

"Put me down! I can walk just fine!" I exclaimed, furiously.

"Shut up. I’ll only put up with your petulant attitude for so long. You’re becoming less adorable and more aggravating, by the minute." He retorted, sliding a hand up my thigh, before gripping it in a fierce hold.

The sensation robbed me entirely of speech. I felt my stomach lurch, and slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting down his back.

"Hmph.... Was that all it took to silence you? You became so docile, so fast. I’ll have to remember that for later." He chuckled ignorantly.

I pulled the hood of my bathrobe further over my head to obscure the eyes that had locked onto me, the moment we had entered the main hallway. Anyone who had enough connections could easily obtain any information they wanted here, so it would only be a matter of time before rumors spread.

My hood was not to cut off their view of me, but to cut off my view of them. The women who sold themselves here, would no doubt consider it a great honor to service the owner of this Duhtchy and establishment, but that was not the case for me. Their unwarranted jealous glares, would only exacerbate my nausea further.

"My Lord, may I entertain you later this evening?" I heard Ahrmaada ask, seductively.

"Ah. I won’t be needing any such things anymore. I have to train my new puppy, so I’ll be pretty busy from now on. My apologies." Rahzden replied, running his hand up and down between my thighs during their entire exchange.

’What a detestable bastard! A puppy? Hmph! I plan to bite the hand that feeds, as many times as necessary for you to regret this decision!’

Even though I was 13 years old now, there were strict rules to be followed here in this establishment. However, this asshole basically wrote said rules, so he could essentially break them whenever he wanted.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed in shock, as my body went weightlessly into midair.

’This is the second time that someone has frikkin thrown me today, damn it!’

Luckily, this time I landed on a soft plush bed. A sweet earthy aroma permeated from the bedding, as I landed face first.

"They were right. We’ll need to fatten you up. You don’t weigh much of anything right now. How could your body even handle the advances of other men?" Rahzden asked, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Well, I have no intention of dating men. So it shouldn’t be a prob–"

My words were cut off at the abrupt laughter that filled the otherwise silent room. Rahzden was clutching his stomach and laughing uproariously. I ground my molars, as my face flushed with heat once again.

"I can’t tell if your mother was naive or malicious. It’s entirely as if she never told you anything about the circumstances of your birth.... Intentions? Hahahaha! Idiot."

Rahzden stopped laughing abruptly, and grabbed a fist full of my hair. A smug, sinister grin, on his lips.

"For the next three years, we’ll be running all the necessary tests on you to ensure you don’t lose value. In that time, I will train you on how to properly service the Alphas you will undoubtedly encounter, once you come of age. You will be fucked and bred repeatedly, until you’re no longer of use to this facility. Once that happens, you’ll then be sold to the highest bidder. Then, you’ll live out your remaining days in the service of your new Master." Rahzden said with smug satisfaction.

I could do nothing but look up at him in horror. The pain I felt from him fisting my hair, was nothing compared to the unbearably painful and desolate future that he had just described.

’Yeah... He won’t kill me mother, but that’s far more desirable than my current reality!’