#tw abduction

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if you were asked how the world would look like in a couple of years, you never would've guessed this.

a calloused claw strokes through your hair, fondling with the ribbons tied into it, the other on your clothed thigh that straddles your owner's. you look away, lest you meet his gaze and feel the sting of being stripped of your very identity. soothing whispers hum in your ear like a mockery.

truth is: humanity's gone to shit. earth, from what you've heard, is but a forgotten memory, humans evacuated against their will — not like they had any say in the first place.

"look so lovely like this, sweet thing." he chuckles, accent rolling off of his alien tongue. you don't look at him, you can't look at him. a tender kiss is pressed to the junction where your shoulder and neck meet. "all for me, right?"

he speaks like you have a choice in being his pretty possession, all dolled up and adorned in luxuries made of materials humans didn't even know existed. it's taken considerable time for him to 'tame' the fire in you that yearns so desperately for the life you once led.

you suppose you should be grateful you've fallen into the hands of doting alien royalty; you were initally oblivious to the value humans hold to creatures like this, bidded at such an alarmingly high price that your throat was parched by the time he took you home.

even more so, your captor is very attentive, going as far to learn english (they are highly intelligent, how else did they find your planet galaxies away from theirs?) and study everything about humans like you. and yet, in spite of everything, he fails to notice the fact that taking you as a pet is just as messed up. either that, or he just doesn't care about such trivial matters.

everything humans have achieved pale in comparsion to the bare minimum of these monsters, so much that they regard your kind as dumb or inferior, like wide-eyed puppies wandering without a leash.

his thigh bounces underneath you, bringing your attention to his hand that cradles a purple, ripe fruit, one you recognise for its foreign sweetness. you take it into your lips, hearing his soft praise as he nudges more, only for his thumb to swipe the juice that dribbles down your chin and dab it on his forked tongue.

"good job," you seethe at the way he says it with deliberate slowness. the necklace on your neck feels like a dog's collar — and right now, how are you any different from one? "aren't you a good human?"

this isn't love, that as much you know. you shouldn't be suffocating, drowning.

your boyfriend, on the other hand, was gentle it squeezes your heart. how he smiled, even when brought to his demise, because —

"i think," he suddenly speaks, prompting you to look up at him. his voice is hushed, a caress to your ears, as if it's a secret so precious only you are allowed to hear. "that if i were to die, i'd want it to be for you. only for you."

you rub your eyes; it is way too late for this. but even now, you can't help the smile on your lips. "darling, it's past midnight. why are we talking about death?" still, you lean into him, betraying the fondness that still continues to grow for him more nad more. "appreciate the gesture, though. very romantic."

"i'm serious, babe." he sing-songs, a mocking frown adorning his cheeky expression, peering down at you. only he would bring up such topics, and only he would tease you relentlessly after. and yet, his sincerity is all too real. "what better way to go out than for the love of my life?"

he huffs, "i cannot live without you."

the smile is wiped off of your face. you breathe, in and out, before muttering: "and what makes you think i can?" the coldness of the room makes you shiver, makes you aware of how solemn the conversation has turned out.

but it's true.

you love him.. it scares you, that one day his reckless ass will be gone and you wouldn't know what to do without him and —

"hey," you blink up at his voice. his brows are cinched together, concern and guilt in his eyes. somehow, he's memorised every tell, and he can see right through as he says. "m'not going anywhere, okay?"

your heart softens and you shrink into yourself, choosing to lean into him. "o-okay. you promise?" and once again, he's managed to coax you out of your own mind, out of the fears that consume you. the bastard.

"cross my heart hope to die." he smirks — ducks his head, giving you the illusion that he's going to kiss you, only stopping inches away from your lips. his are right there when you open your eyes, ripe for the taking.

"now, won't you warm me up after such gruesome talk?" ah. the undertone of desire is not lost on you, especially since he's managed to turn things around in his favour.

selfish, as always; you think, happily obliging, floating on cloud nine as you do so.

alas, all good things come to an end. but he still did get what he wanted.

even if the cruel alien prince had done the deed, indifferent to the life that stood in his way between you and him, indifferent to your cries of anguish, for it is confusing as to why you'd choose a weakling over someone with power as vast as his.

but, you'd always cherish what you had,

what you lost.

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the alien's fast asleep when you slip out of his grasp.

it was easy, almost too easy. you found the drug he's spiked you with multiple times to keep you docile, and he was the none the wiser as he obliviously drank out of the spiked cup. you shake the thought away; you can't afford distractions, even the cold that bites at your skin. a warning; to go back to his arms.

for such a smart creature, he seems to have failed in keeping you shackled to him. you have, after all, been planning this for months now. staying sweet for him (like you have a choice) with no reason to suspect you still harbor an inkling of hatred for his kind, for him.

how foolish and utterly arrogant.

you'd rather die than have to listen to his sweetened words trail up from your neck to your ear one more time.

realising you're barefoot just outside, surrounded by exotic plants and their twisted vines weaved into the soil, you pick up the pace albeit a little more carefully.

it's hard, when you're surrounded by supernatural creatures, devoted to their ruler and what he preaches. humans like you hold no power in this twisted, 'idyllic' world. even when you're cared for, or even praised so lovingly, you'll always know what you are to him:

a pet.

it takes a long while before you see the gates, so inviting and vacant all the same. perfect, too perfect. this can't be this easy.

but maybe it is.

perhaps some justice has neem granted upon you, for all that you've endured, all the prices you've paid, your patience. all of it, it hasn't gone in vain.

a cruel, gravelly laugh freezes you in your tracks.

"ah, and where are you headed off too, sweet human?"

your blood runs icy cold. no, no, not now, not like this.

but it's all too true. emerging from the sidelines, surrounded by digilient alien servants, he's smiling, with the careful precision of someone who knew this would happen.

someone who anticipated this? no, but you were careful. you watched him drink the drugged glass.

tears blur his approaching vision, "h-how — how did you do —" your perfect, pliant façade cracks, revealing the desperation you've hidden behind tense smiles and stiffened touches. he licks his upper fangs, delighted; it's all too cute, thinking you were smarter than him when you are anything but.

"how amusing. did you really think such an elixir, designed for humans, would work on me?" it's terrifying, how he's calm, still loving, still so adoring as his claw reaches up to graze your cheek sharply. "i see you haven't changed one bit. poor human, you even ruined your sleepwear."

"why?" sobs wrack your body; you still find the energy to entertain this sick game in defiance, no matter how futile it turns out to be. "why do you insist on torturing me? why can't you let me go?"

he frowns. it's odd for an apathetic, cruel being to showcase such worry towards you, but suppose there's still an inkling of affection in his dark heart,

just not selfless enough to let you flee.

"it wouldn't be so torturtous if you stopped fighting me." he sighs, "i know it is frustrating, but crying will not make earth come back." the grounding reality of his logic sends you spiralling further into hysterics, to which he holds you closer.

you still long for your life, for your deceased lover.

stranded somewhere in space, millions of light years away from what remains of your home —

his claw fists into your hair, as he rasps, "so come back to me, sweet human. you will soon forget all about that miserable place."

— you choose to nod.

About a mile or two away by now, you sat on Black Sapphire's floating staff. You kicked your legs gently, enjoying the stroll you were taking. "Are we gonna go home soon?" You asked, and Shadow Milk paused at the head of the group. His mask of cheery friendliness slid back into place, and he spun on his heel to float up next to you. He sat cross-legged in the air, face pressed into his hand "Oh no, little sheep! You'll be staying with me for a while, remember?"

"Really?!" You asked, almost falling off the staff with excitement. Black Sapphire caught your sleeve, pulling you back upright before you could topple to the ground. You frowned after thinking about it. "But papa says I have to ask before I have a sleepover" You said, looking at Shadow Milk sadly. He leaned back, hands going behind his head "Pffft! Of course he would have a silly rule like that. But don't worry your doughy little head, I took care of everything"

"You did?" You asked, feeling doubtful "I thought papa didn't talk to you". Shadow Milk hovered behind you, circling around to pat your shoulder "Isn't it tiring doing what that stuffy old King asks all the time?". "I guess so" You mumbled "It's been scary with those new Cookies around. I can't go anywhere without them anymore!". Shadow Milk felt his face twitch as annoyance threatened to show. Pure Vanilla really was an idiot if he thought that fool King could outsmart a master trickster! He forced himself to stuff it down for now, landing back on the ground on the other side of the staff, leaning his arm on it

"Well, of course! Who wants to be locked up all the time? You're a free kid, you don't need all that!" Shadow Milk went on, Black Sapphire smiling proudly as his master's plan kept unfolding. You'd hadn't seen him before, but he was Shadow Milk's friend, so it couldn't be all bad, right? Noticing your puzzled look, Shadow Milk stood up straight and spread his arms out "Don't worry, we're just going to my Spire! It's a place with no rules and no Kings, just you and me and all the freedom we could ask for!"

"...Are there more friends there?" You asked. Shadow Milk nodded "Of course! They've all been waiting juuust for you! But if you wanna go back..." He began, pretending to turn away. "Wait!" You called out, and Shadow Milk grinned to himself before turning back around. It was all too easy to reach Pure Vanilla's weakness, he must not have cared that much if his guards were so quick to lose their composure. Maybe his friends sent out weak ones, dooming him to failure. Whatever the reason, Shadow Milk kept a mask of patience as he waited for you to decide

"I guess it won't be so bad" You said, a hopeful look on your face. To you, the wide smile you received from the jester was welcoming and happy. To Black Sapphire, it was malicious and prideful. Too easy indeed. "Well then we can't waste any more time!" Shadow Milk said, opening a portal a few feet ahead. It swirled with black magic, the inside looking like a void with blue eye symbols looking out at the three. You hopped off the staff carefully, and Shadow Milk bowed deeply "After you, star guest!"

You laughed a bit, walking carefully ahead. You stopped right before the opening. Shadow Milk was your friend, you could trust him! Still, you felt a bit sad imagining your dad wondering where you went. Shadow Milk always made sure you made it back on time before, which you used as motivation to bridge the remaining distance. Your form disappeared into the portal, and Shadow Milk laughed uproariously

His cackle echoed off of the trees, stretched across the land, all the way to the now panicked Vanilla castle. Pure Vanilla, Chocolate Bark, Silverbell, and a few castle attendants scrambled in every room, frantically checking every room for any signs of you. Pure Vanilla felt his heart break a little more with each dead end. "I'll tell Elder Faerie!" Silverbell offered "He can have an army here before dawn!". "Please see that you do" Pure Vanilla begged, twisting his staff in his hands. Chocolate Bark stepped up to the King's side. "You seem sick, your majesty" He said with a frown "Come sit a moment". Pure Vanilla shook his head. "I can't stop looking, not for a moment. But Deceit had tried to take your mind. You're the one in need of rest"

"I'll get some after telling Dark Cacao" Chocolate Bark insisted. Before Pure Vanilla could protest, the guard was already following after Silverbell. The Kingdom immediately announced a state of emergency. All the King could do was look out the window into the dark, hoping against hope that you were okay. Blue eyes stuck to trees beyond the garden looked back at him, upturned in cruel amusement. He stepped back, fearful of the presence he felt from them. They closed and vanished just as quickly. Even in the dim light, even so far away, he could feel the crawling discomfort all along his dough at the sight of them. He couldn't... right? Pure Vanilla was his enemy, not- not-....

It was your mother's favorite phrase back when you were small.

On a world where kindness is considered a weakness, you were certainly an anomaly. Always trying your best to be good, always ready to lend a hand to the one who needs it, and always ready to think of others before you could think for yourself. You were…nice, always choosing to offer your other cheeks and then acting like everyone else around you.

That was your grave mistake.

When you woke up, you thought for a moment you were still dreaming. Your room seemed bigger, the windows were on another side and in a different shape, there was more furniture around, and it looked far away from the ones you owned.

A quite nice room, eh? What a silly dream…

You blinked a few more times. Imagine seeing the dream dissipating and finally seeing your old room, the half-empty one of someone that is trying to live by. Then, your eyes started to adjust to the dark, to the space, sleep slowly started to draw away, and …nothing changed.

"What—"

You mutter, your hand trying to reach for your nightstand, but you only meet more covers and more mattress from a bed absurdly large for you. You sat, bolting up when you realized that this wasn't your room at all. Not only that, you looked down, and your old pajama was now a white and elegant nightgown.

You started to panic; when you tried to get down from the bed, you needed to jump carefully. It was even taller than any bed you had ever seen! You bolted to the only source of reality that you could see, moving the curtains from the giant window, and, between horror and shock, the entire hive city of Nostramo stood under you, a bustling portrait of something you were usually part of. You gasped, almost losing strength in your legs, realizing what had happened: someone had taken you to your home.

There was only the city in front of you, and the height made it impossible for your voice to reach someone else's ears.

You frankly looked around, and once you found the door, you prayed for it to not be locked. You thanked whatever gods existed when the click came to your ears alongside the creak of the door. Behind the door, a long, dark corridor; not one light was lit, but you could see clearly that it stretched for meters. Your captor must have taken you during your sleep and put you in that room, and you didn't want to be there at his return, even if that meant walking in a completely unknown place.

You heard of these accidents, girls of your age taken away and used for deranged things. A long time ago they were far more frequent, but knowing that even under the watch of the Night Hunter it still happened to you?!

You started moving, following the corridor to whatever the direction was. In the dark you could still see old rags stuck on the wall, long-forgotten paintings that no one was taking care of, and stains of an uncertain substance that you decided to ignore. This place… It was once a manor? SA palace? The only place so high was the…no, no, no, impossible, it couldn't be that. You decided to keep on walking, praying to find no one. and nothign except an escape for you.

A giant door stopped your walk, with intricate decoration of plants and animals that maybe once inhabited a long-forgotten home planet that is described in the stories, and you admired it with the hope that this could be the way out of this nightmare. You pushed with all your strength; the sound of the fatigue on the hinges made you fear that your captor would notice your absence, and as soon as there was enough room for you to move between the two panels, your hope was found to be misplaced. Another room, this one far bigger than the room you found yourself in, with large windows now stained with a small veil of water from a light rain that might have started during your escape attempt. It must have been a dancing room, circular and large; the sound of your footsteps echoed in the hall, and a long-forgotten chandelier must have once seen far more beauty than you. You had never seen lights, not from a close distance; whoever was the owner of this palace must have been part of the aristocracy…

You looked around, searching for another door, but…something felt familiar. That wasn't the first time you saw those walls; those old decorations were left unchecked. The rancid smell around you made you only wonder what could have possibly happened there, but those drapes on the walls, the pavement…you were sure you had seen this place, but where?

So focused on finding an exit and the reason why you sense some familiarity with the place. You missed something else, like the throne at the very end of the hall and the man sitting on it.

"You're awake."

You launched a short but high-pitched scream, bolting around to the sound of the voice, and there, just there, your heart sunked.

A black iron crown that seemed to grow out of his head, long raven hair untamed and unchecked, a red blood cloak covering his shoulder, and his pearly white teeth that looked more like razors than normal human ones. Despite being similar to any Nostromo's eyes, the ones glued on you seemed different, deeper, like the cold nights and keepers of unimaginable thoughts. He sat curved down on his throne, a mocking figure of a ruler, and even there you could only imagine how massive of a man he was. His hands gripped the arms, and the sound of his talon-like nails ticked on the adamantium surface.

The idea that something bad happened under the watch of the Night Hunter was because he was the same one that had perpetrated the act itself. You knew that hall, those walls, not because you'd been there before, but because you had seen endless times the punishments, the death, and the horrors that the inhabitants of the hive world were forced to watch to learn. Every second, every torture, every scream of agony, live-streamed for everyone to watch.

And now, you were in that same room, and the executioner was there, smiling at you.

When he stood up and took his first steps in your direction, your heart stopped beating in your chest. You started to move backwards, never taking your eyes off him. He moved without making a sound, his movements slow, almost like savoring the moment.

"I—I… Please, please, I… I beg you…" You felt like the air in your lungs started to dissipate; every step he took, you tried to back away, but they were so big that there was so little space you could take. You didn't even notice the tears of fear that started to escape from your face.

"I-I don't… I didn't do anything… I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry I didn't… Please forgive me!"

He raised one hand, the same one you saw dragging blades, contorting limbs, and bathing in blood. A hiccup came out from your lips; your hands immediately covered your head, wishing forat least a swift death.

"Please, please, please, please, I—"

Long nails gently scraped your head, a calloused hand caressing your hair, savoring the softness and the sweet smell.

"Sssh…" His voice was different from the sickening laugh echoed in the streams. It was a sweet voice, a gentle one that you had never heard from that mouth in all those monitors, almost like he was a completely different person. You dared to look between your fingers; the stoic and unforgiving ruler of your planet was now showing you a kind of look that you had never seen in any men around you. It wasn't forced, maybe awkward, like he had been practicing it for some time, but still an unused gesture that he had never known how to use or when.

"Stop crying… I'm not going to hurt you…"

"…B-but…" you trembled, "I thought…"

"…Ah…yes…" He looked around, almost dissatisfied. "This place…"

He sighed, his hand now stroking your cheek, ignoring your shivers.

You were… You didn't know what you were feeling in that moment. Shock? Fear? Confusion? A mix of everything?

The one that had put to their knees the most influential families of Nostromo or skinned alive the one who opposed was now stroking you like a scared kitten, almost without thinking, or deep in other thoughts that you should never pry on. His hand was cold and rough, and the smell coming from it was everything but pleasant, but you dared not to move, afraid to anger the man in front of you.

",…My… My lord—"

"Konrad." You trembled again. "The one in the street… They called me Konrad… I wish you could use that name… is different with your voice."

"…K…Kon….Konrad…w—why am I here? "...d-did I…did something w-wrong?"

"…" he started again to look at you; you dared not to name what you could feel on your skin while he touched you. "Such a thing like you… could never do anything wrong… I took you here not to punish you…but to protect you…"

"…What?" You stopped trembling; his smile was…oh hell, it was worse than any one you had ever seen. Full teeth on display, wrinkles expanded to their fullest, a sickening grin that showed you emotion that you swore that creature was not allowed to feel.

He hunched over you; his dirty hair touched the exposed parts of your skin, and his breath, gods, his breath, touched your ear.

“I saw you last night...you looked beautiful. I did it so many times before, you know? Even in your sleep…even in your slumber I cannot not see your beauty… your kindness, your purity…all of this doesn't belong here…"

His tone was dark and…something else. You refused to acknowledge it; you refused to believe that he… He had been observing you? Why was he watching you—

"I needed to protect you… take you away from the horrors… So I had to take you away from that place, to take you where I could watch over you… to return the favor…"

He slipped something soft and small in your hand, with the texture of a piece of fabric. Old, dirty, but you remembered the embroidery… a handkerchief, your handkerchief. But the last time you saw it was—

You stopped breathing; it was raining just like this time, not so long ago, but... a child, a child in a hallway, covered in dirt, emaciated, like he had lived on the streets for all his life. And you, naive little you, had dared to show compassion and kindness; you dared to offer him a piece of bread and to clean one of his wounds with that same piece of fabric. The stain…it was still there. You left the object with the child, but…no…no, it couldn't be; it was imposisble. He—

"This time…" His smile was full of an adoration that could make you sick.

eunseok who hates religion and religious people so he drives around rural religious towns looking for unsuspecting god fearing girls who will be more than willing to help him around.

“i’m lost,can you tell me how i can get out of here to the next town?”

or

“i’m looking for this specific store,do you know where it is?”

he loves pretending like he doesn’t understand their instructions while he tells them if they can spare some time of their day to hop in his car and show him. he knows they’ll never say no. raised to help people to keep the peace no matter what. some are hesitant but they still get in the car. he smirks unsuspectingly whenever he sees the small cross necklaces hung on their necks and the insertion of jesus chirst in any normal sentence.

he found you carrying a crate of milk to your house when he asked for directions way outside of town. but he promised he’d drive you back,right to your doorstep,if you help him. the milk bottles clank in the backseat from the rattling of the car on the pebbled roads of the small town you live in. at first,he takes the turns you tell him to. and it’s all going well. the sun is low as you two drive through the empty roads and wheat fields.

but as the sun leaves the horizon and leaves a dark purple hue,he takes a different turn. one you didn’t tell him to take. at first you,so naive and afraid to think of the worst,just think he made a mistake and missed the turn. “ah,i think you made a mistake” you smile at him. he looks at you,but doesn’t return the same kindness. he keeps driving,now on the open road. leaving the fields,your small town looking like a speck in the distance. “it’s getting really dark” you mumble to yourself,starting to feel uncomfortable as he keeps driving further away from your home. the silence and his stoic stare making your chest tighten.

“i think we missed the destination,can you just bring me back home? my family is waiting for me” still,you try to be kind and respectful to the man. he scoffs lightly,”you still think you’re going home?”. it was already dark and you were on roads you’ve never treaded. thick forests were already surrounding the concrete,as he turned the wheel again. going off radar and into man made roads through the woods. you clasp your hands and start whispering a prayer,in hopes of the lord saving you.

“oh shut up” eunseok recoils as he hears the small whisper of ‘o lord’. stopping the car in the middle of the woods and getting out. with your eyes closed,focused on your prayer,you’re yanked out of the car by your hair. he throws you on the ground in front of the car,his headlights still on so he can see your tear stained face. “you think god is going to save you and you’re going to go home unscathed?” he laughs as you start whispering another prayer to yourself on your knees.

his heavy boot meets with the side of your head as he knocks you down completely. you yelp from the sudden kick. looking up at him,crazed dark eyes are staring back at your glassy ones. “demon” you say through gritted teeth. he laughs,but it doesn’t really reach his eyes. they still stay dark and wide with rage. he kicks you again. targeting your stomach,then your ribs. until he hears that faint crack. he swears he can hear it. he always hears it. you scream in pain. a real pained scream. it echoes through the woods,shushing the birds and insects for a second.

the prayer doesn’t leave your mouth as he breaks your bones. bending down,he grips your hair making you look at him. your face is red from crying and smeared with dirt. he bites his lip. the sight so erotic to him. “you won’t find god here” he sighs,”you won’t find him and he won’t find you. it’s just you and me now”. his hand goes to the front of your white modest dress,his brows furrowing. “wonder what you’re hiding here?” you attempt to slap his hand away but it stays there. “you bible freaks are always the most gifted in these areas” he chuckles to himself as he starts ripping at your dress.

“no!” you scream at him,”that’s only for my future husband”. he belly laughs at your absurdity. never understanding why you would ever abstain from these earthly pleasures. “guess i’m your husband now” you don’t take well to his joke as you spit on him. he gulps in attempt to distract himself from killing you right then and there. he wipes your spit from his face,the same hand going to slap your own face. “stupid bitch” he curses as he starts to fully rip your dress,leaving you bare, laying in the scraps of white cloth.

It was an old practice - hunting an Omega down and capturing them, one that pre-dated all of the young, cocky Alphas now roaming the halls. However, with time being of the upmost importance and the days of long courtships before markings long behind them, this was the easiest way to show an Omega what a good Alpha they could be. They could hunt, provide, care for - all shown by catching their prey, or in this excercise, their Omega.

Phillip had never given much thought into settling down with a mate. The Texan Alpha had trampled over a lot of people to get where he was in his career and with more foes then friends at this point, he'd just never thought that adding an Omega into the mix was worth all the hassle. However, he'd always assumed that one day, he would eventually settle down with a pretty young thing. Enough pups to keep him busy and his family line strong.

But with the virus that had devastated the Omegan population his fantasy was fleeting before his very eyes like sand through his fingers. And well, Phil had never been one for twiddling his thumbs and wait for things to happen. Which was why, when Phillip heard about the arranged auctions, hunts, and numerous other plans for division of Omegas; he all too eagerly secured himself a truck load of rounded up Omegas for his Shadows to hunt down in the Shadow Company's Headquarters. 

Phil strolled almost leisurely through the familiar halls of the base he owned, head held high as his sharp gaze flickered around. He'd come across several Omegas thus far, none of which really called to his Alpha. Some were meek, others feisty. And while Phillip wasn't exactly sure what exactly he was looking for in a mate, he let the ones he'd previously caught go, taking his time while his shadows waited eagerly for their own chances to secure a mate.

~~~

You were reasonably panicked, and pissed. Not to mention the way you were covered in grime was making an unpleasant tingle climb your spine, still in the pajamas you'd been taken in. The beginning of this "hunt" had been a mess. half the omegas barely took the chance to run, and had been subsequently easily caught and publicly rutted by overeager alphas. The entire thing was painfully debasing, but you were determined, you weren't going to be caught, you were going to make it out. Carve some sort of path out this maze of a compound. Surely there were people who'd help, that's what you'd thought until you'd realized the uniforms were military.

But still, you weren't some helpless damsel as oft stereotyped by your secondary gender. You'd often gone camping with your grandfather, and it had you forming some half baked plan to stick to off grid, toughing it in the woods until you could reach your family for help.

It was a shame that weapons had seemingly been disallowed for this hunt. You'd crumpled an alpha with his nose driven into his skull, gurgling. You didn't want to think about if he'd passed out, or had died despite you turning him to his side. You didn't have the mental capacity to really worry or care though when every part of you was focused on survival. But either way to your disappointment the man hadn't had anything useful on him to make a weapon.

You managed to somewhat steady yourself against the Texan, looking up like a doe caught in headlights. Naturally, you were disheveled from the chaos of the last few days. The abduction. Being thrown into a truck with some other un-mated Omegas. The long journey to god-knows-where. Being released into this unfamiliar building. Your scent soured with distress had Phil cooing as he gently cupped your cheek. His instincts pricking in interest, it may just be the best he gets from the batch they stole.

Your bare feet were thudding down the hall from another alpha who'd caught you ransacking the body. Now was not the time for quiet steps, it was a sprint to flee. And the sound of your feet slapping the concrete was exactly what warned Phil to your rapid approach.

"Doll, I suggest you slow down before you-" Phillip started in a warning, hearing rushed footsteps coming closer. However, too late to skid to a halt, as they turned the corner, the Omega collided straight into the Alpha with a small squeak. Phil's arms going around them to keep them steady in the collision. "-bump into me… well now, ain't you just pretty as a peach?"

"Oh, come now. Don't look at me like that, sugar. No need to be all frightened of little ol' me," He purred. "You know, I think you'll do nicely…"

You were exhausted, pissed off, scared, and worst of all overstimulated and halfway into a meltdown. So when those hands, and unfamiliar scent wrapped around you, cooing what felt like faux sympathy. Even if the accent was achingly nice, you snapped. Midway through him saying "you'd do nicely" You reared back quicker than a viper, well built through years of training. Your head connecting with his nose with a crunching sound as your leg swung, kicking out his knee with a pop that got his hands off you

—

"thaaat's right, there you go."

the warm water envelops you like an embrace, coaxing you further into the bath tub. it's large, clearly accomodating aliens as huge as the one who slips you into it. that must bring him some sort of twisted pleasure, you think, to dwarf you so effortlessly. like a ragdoll and its owner, except this one never tires of playing.

it renders you powerless. there is no opening you could find around this... humiliating arrangement, no escape. to be a pet of some foreign creature, with no autonomy or decisions of your own, feels far more degrading than the size difference will ever be.

being paraded around in fabrics and jewels you'd gape at under different circumstances, fed and fussed over to the point you sometimes forget that this is normal, that once long ago, you led a happier life.

there's no use in dwelling over the past, you concede. no use in drowning in your guilt and misery, feelings you've known since your ex lover perished under the claws that caress your skin.

guilt.

you wonder if he's capable of feeling such emotions, or if he even feels at all. no, that can't be it — you've seen what this 'love', as warped as it is, looks firsthand. maybe, in his twisted mind, he believes there is nothing wrong in his cruel ways, nothing to blame himself for if it means getting what he wants.

ah, you're getting lost in your mind. so much for being deemed as a 'naive little human'.

you don't register the oils and soaps lathering into your back till he coos into your ear. it's almost soothing,

if not for his sharp, keen gaze drilling into the back of your head.

"doesn't it feel so good?" crooning, he cranes his head down, watching you curl into yourself at the proximity. the fight in you has died down since your last escape, he muses. he does love how much you thrash and fight, but the fruits of his labour are much more delectable. "tell me, sweet human, what are you thinking of?"

you stiffen. he supresses a chuckle at that; he does not want you to drown in your shame in your fragile state. no, the alien merely wants you to accept being a pliant, cute thing to be doted on whenever he pleases, knowing you could never survive in this cruel universe without him.

still, the patrionising undertone is still present in his tone as he scrapes a kiss to your temple. "ah, it's okay. i know the words are still too hard for you, sweet human." just enough to engrave it into your brain, a stain that even he cannot scrub off with luxurious oils. "such big thoughts my darling has.

don't fret, i'll chase them alllll away. y'just need to sit back, let me handle everything."

and you do, with your tail tucked beneath you and furious curses sealed behind your trembling lips. you hate the shivers with every scratch up your back, every satisfying movement.

the way he carefully maneuvers you around to his liking, choosing to tenderly wash your thighs and stomach, pressing soft kisses that don't dare trail off in such a quiet moment, peering up at you with heavy lids like you're the center of his very universe.

your owner is enjoying this, that much you can tell.

the choice of words pierces you. since when is he that to you? no, no, he's your abductor, captor, a monster.

well, a small voice speaks up from the back of your mind, does he not own you? that halts any resistance, any tears burning behind your eyes. this cruel acceptance is what hurts the most.

his voice snaps you out of your stupor, "i think we're done here." he hums, voice sacharrine sweet though it usually feels anything but to your ears, "you look tired. should we have a nap after this?" ushering you up from under your arms, marvelling at your soft, glistening skin as he dries you, speaking through the fog clouding your head.

you think you're tired, too. yeah, that must be it.

but as he carries you back, you fail to realise that your last nap was not so long ago, and that you aren't exhausted in the slightest.