#abram threads

response to @indismxt​ cont. from here They made sure all the slaves were well trained, unless an owner wanted to break them in for themselves. But Abram hadn’t been one of those, nor had it been any great difficulty to train them - he was a follower, not a leader, and once they’d stomped out what few acts of rebellion he had tried, it was easy to mold him into a sellable product. They’d brought him in for an inspection for someone looking to buy, a new experience for him, and as a result, Abram was desperate to please. As soon as the words passed the others lips, he was on his knees in front of Jack, leash hanging from the collar around his throat as he assumed the position he had been ordered to, cheek pressing against the floor, legs spread to give Jack the view he had demanded, trying not to show the nerves he was experiencing. 

Oh god, Abram had always heard stories about the auctions, the kind of things parents told omega children at night to encourage them to allow their parents to arrange a mating, and that teens hissed in nervous words whenever an alpha came to town, but for the most, part, Abram had always lived his life surrounded by betas and a bare handful of other omegas, alphas rarely coming near their poor hamlet - and, of course, the children were quickly hidden and concealed when that happened. He’d always expected his mother would make a decent arrangement for him, likely with a beta woman who’d be willing to take him in. But then she’d died while he was still a teen, and while Abram had tried to scrape by, existing on exchanging labor and the villages goodwill for food and a place to sleep, by the time he came of age, their patience and his time had run out.  Truthfully, he’d been expecting the day one of the wealthier farmers in town came to offer him a ride - one way - to the closest proper city when the next market came in. It made sense, his mothers position as a midwife had already been filled by another of the women, and he wasn’t suited for the farm work that was the only other available labor he could take. But he’d been expecting to be dropped off on a street to make his own way, not to have one of the farmers sons to pin him down, giving only a brief apology, before tying his wrists together and bringing him to the man in charge of his worst nightmare - the omega auctions.  Apparently, who ever brought in an unmated omega got a cut of the profits, and while Abram could understand how the offer was tempting to his town- apparently it had been a group idea, and didn’t that betrayal sting - it didn’t lessen any of the hurt. Unlike some of the others, he’d been brought in the same day of the sale, and after a quick sniff from one of the mated omegas to ensure he didn’t smell pregnant or sick, he’d been shoved in line, wrists tied together as he waited, shaking at the scent of so many alphas in one place as he awaited his fate. // @thcblackrosc​

Open to: f/m/nb  based on: the fourth bullet point Connection: roommate, family member, partner of family member, anyone who fits the plot tbh Oh god, this had been such a terrible idea. Abram had simply wanted to scare someone after their binge session of horror movies the night before, and had opted for a good old jumpscare style. He’d waited until they were supposed to be coming home, and hidden in their closet, intending to jump out at them once they’d arrived. But they’d been longer than he expected, and Abram had begun playing a game on his phone, distracted from the sound of the door opening. It was only the soft creak of bedsprings and a low moan that caught his attention, and the brunette looked up from his phone as he realized he was no longer alone. Inching the door open slightly, he blushed as he saw the other with their hand down their pants, realizing the predicament he had gotten himself into now, trapped in the closet as the other played with themselves