Broken Omega (Omegaverse)

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ing. I sighed weakly. How many years had passed? When Colton k!lled my father infront

rtless he is? I don't want to be here-I want my freedom. I looks around my

ttered bruises and fresh wounds that marred my pale skin-dark patch

n I lo

d stripped me

never h

er hel

hysically, mentally, emotionally. And when I faltered, when I dared to resist him, when I

his h

his f

ess, leaving me breathless and trembling on the cold floor, m

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looming along my arms, wincing at the dull ache that radiated f

t make it any

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all I'll

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or a cruel, h

d, to be broken,

ls biting into my skin as the weight

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hated it, no matter how m

ady made one th

s no esc

as he stil

tightening with each passing night. Sleep never comes peacefully anymore-not when the moment I close my e

nful be

arable s

unforgiving, reminding me that no matter how mu

ing over me like a reminder of my captivity. The lock on the outside remains tight

ade sure

de sure I kn

my legs over the edge of the bed. My body protests with a sharp ache, muscles sore and

cool marble floor sending chills up my bare feet. I reach for the faucet, tw

, hoping-praying-that it will cleanse more than

never

ow long I stand beneath the water, the

ft my gaze to the massiv

ee makes my

rating my arms like ugly reminders of my weakness, of my helplessness. My collarbone protrudes m

cognize mys

who used to dream of freedom

e stands a

ripped of h

in both bod

e wors

rting to believe th

o saving

ading down filled the empty bathroom, a steady rhythm that momentarily drowned out the chaotic thoughts swirling inside my head. I stepped under th

owing the water to wash over me as if it could somehow cleanse away the filth tha

to be

, desperate and raw, a plea I

I always dreamed-without fear

n of a lion when I was nothing more th

oul

twist, made my hands press weakly against the tile

room, his voice still lingering in my head, his touch still burning on my skin. He was possessive to a terrifying de

de me

throat was raw, until the walls

it wouldn

uch I fought, no matter

uld never

l, soul-crushing reality, made

when the door swung open without warning. My heart lurched, my breath caught i

en I s

lt

xicating. It wrapped around me like an invisible chain, suffocating in a way that made my knees feel weak. Why? Why did he always let his pheromones seep into the air whenever he was

eyes. My hands trembled slightly as I resumed applying the ointment

, his deep voice cutting thro

respond.

wasn't supposed to be back this early-usually, he stayed out until late at night, leaving me alone with only my thoughts and the dull a

the nervous tremor running through me as I dabbed more oint

hate

ould never hide

ll down my spine. I kept my gaze lowered, pretending to focus on the ointment in my hands, but I cou

scattered around me, and before I could react, his hand shot out, gr

ively as his fingers tightened, hi

fury that made my stomach twist with dread. He squeezed even harder, making me wince, the ointment slipp

at was my only reason for tending to my wounds-as if my pain, my sufferi

eve me. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my body to stop trembling, to stop showing weakness in fro

t to clean

was

ing

ing

plea meant n

"I don't care," he snapped, his voice rising, raw with possessiveness and something da

re I could even process hi

arp gasp tore from my throat as the impact sent pain shooting through my a

my mind reeling, my heartbeat hammering so lou

ering, unrepentant, as if daring me to fight back, to d

se I

er ha

d made su

rom the abuse I had endured, and I could barely lift myself. The weight of everything-of the physical wounds, of the emotional toll, of the constant fear that gripped my chest-seemed to

rs that wracked my body. I had barely begun to recover from the last time, but here I

me, pushing me deeper into the floor. His eyes were wild with rage, locking onto me like a predator tha

voice ripping through the silence

my mind could even catch up-flinching back like I was about to be struck again. It was automatic. I had been co

ouldn't. The words were stuck in my throat, buried ben

t, but my body w

ave, but there

me upward with an unrelenting force. I gasped, my vision momentarily spinning from the sudden motion, and before I could react, h

Not

cape, to run as far as I could from that damn closet. I struggled against his grip, trying to pull my body away, but his hold

hands trembling, my body shaking with fear. Please

nd-pleading with him to stop-but it didn't matter. His gaze was

didn'

ver c

to tilt up as I yelped in pain. His fingers dug into my scalp, and his g

his breath hot against my face. His eyes were sharp, filled

ton was relentless. His strength was overwhelming, and no matter how much I

lton's grip on me was unyielding, and I was trapped-trapped in his wo

against my back. The air felt thick, like I was suffocating on the weight of his words, his presence, and his control. I slammed my fists against the door, despera

had, but I couldn't. The words were trapped in my throat, the tears in my eyes, and my body was too

, cruel and commanding, as he

h and final, like a decree from a king to his prisoner. "Don't you dare do

wrapping around my heart, tighteni

kness. I heard his footsteps retreating, and the sound of his presence was

alone

he suffoca

e growing despair that settled into my bones. The memories of the past, of Colton's cruelty, of how he'd

ld survive this. Two we

s if that would make everything go away, as if it would protect me from him. But I knew deep down, noth

had the strength to hold my body up, my legs trembling, and my arms too weak to support me. My skin was burning, too hot to touch, like I was trapped in a fever

et door swung open, a new voice reached me-a voice filled with concern, a voice that wasn't Colton's. I could

something awful, something worse than I could even understand. They pulled me carefully, with

everything felt blurry. The world around me spun like I was caught

ice. Their hands were warm, and they moved quickly, but not withou

th all the worry. But my throat felt like sandpaper, and no words came. I could only manage to

passing second, the heat wrapping

orry. I need help. Please... B

prising strength. They were so careful, as though they knew I was fragile, as if one

d water. Food. But all I could do was lean agains

f the dark confines of the closet. My vision was still clouded, the world around me a disorienting blur. I f

almost soothing as they led me to a soft, cushioned surfa

e co