Broken Omega (Omegaverse)

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thing in its path, and his lips-full, but always set in a grim line-held an air of dominance. His piercing eyes, cold and calculating, were the most dangerous feature of all.

ever by someone like me. His broad shoulders and towering height made him seem larger than life, as though he was a force of nature that couldn't be contained. He wore a tailored black suit th

lty. His handsome face, though angelic, was nothing more than a mask to hide the monster ben

way he carried himself-like a man who had everything at his disposal, and nothing was beyond his reach. Hi

though every fiber of my be

hose rare eyes... they captivated me from the very first moment. You've always had this... effect on me,

ut I could feel the weight of his dominance in every movement, the unspoken promise of control in his every action. His

his touch. I knew that any sign of resistance, any hint of defiance, would only provoke him

ugh the look in his eyes told a different story. "You're so fragile," he murmured, voice lac

the eye. I stayed silent, letting him have his moment, praying

ve, as he brought it to his lips. He kissed my hand slowly, deliberately, savoring the contact as if it were something sacred to h

n. It was an admixture of admiration and control, an unsettling fascination that made my skin crawl. Colton didn't just want me; he needed to break me, to m

my hand, his thumb brushing over the delicate skin, sending another wave of dread coursing through

hat point. The admiration in his eyes was not like anything I had ever seen before-it wasn't love, or care, but somet

that coursed through me was unrelenting. This man, this monster di

n make a move, his expression shifted from that of barely contained fury to something more... calculating. It was as if I had unknowingly triggered some deep

embarrassment. My body was betraying me, reminding me of my vulnerability. I pressed my hand against my stomach, trying to quell the hunger that had b

bit of leftover food-just something to ease the gnawing hunger. I didn't need much, just enough to keep me from

e. There was no question in his tone, just a cold observ

ight with a mixture of shame and fear. He was watching me so cl

s tone unnervingly calm, but the promise of control behind his words

ter. The moment I opened my mouth, I was at his mercy, and right now, I was far from having the strength to challenge him. Th

shaky hands.The word slipped out without me even realizing, an involuntary plea for something I kn

ission. His expression was unreadable for a moment, before his eyes softened, but not in a way that

controlled, almost patronizing. "You're

of hope I had left. It wasn't just the hunger anymore-it was everything. The endless cycle of pain, control, and hopelessn

his wrath. "I understand," I signed, my heart aching with each letter. I wanted to scream, to beg

face. The silence between us stretched, heavy and oppressi

nded, his voice devoid of warmth. "

ing me alone in the suffocating silence o

yes and sighed. I'm hungry, I gently moves my bruised and wounded hands and

resh in my body. My hands, bruised and scarred, felt like dead weight as I tried to steady mysel

raying how desperately I needed food. My mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, anything that could help

one? Maybe one of the servants could help me? My body trembled, but

utside was quiet, eerily so. I couldn't see anyone around. I hoped maybe I could slip by unnot

didn't attract attention. I was almost there when I heard the unmist

, I need water more than a food. I filled up the tub even though it's hurts when I move my b

b the pain that was constantly there, gnawing at me. As I sat in the tub, I let my clothes cling to my skin, wei

as too desperate for the small comfort it offered. My chest tightened as I let out a shaky breath

of the twisted bond we shared. How had it come to this? I had once dreamt of a life full of po

tub, letting the cold water seep into my hair, ho

here forever. Eventually,

lor, unable to look away as it spread like a cruel reminder of the pain I had endured. My wounds, fresh and old, bled into the water, the crimson

n't. The physical pain was nothing compared to the way I felt inside-the emptiness that gnawed at me like a hunger I couldn't satisfy. My h

alright. She had always been the one to soothe me, to tell me I was special, that I was more than what I had become.

what to do. She would know how to make everything stop hurting. But she wasn't. And I was left with nothing bu

g it could cleanse me, even though I kn

er was palpable, raw-every word laced with fury, and it made my heart race in fear. I stayed frozen in the tub

e closing in, each sound amplifying the reality of what I was living through. I pressed myself deeper into the corner of t

"Mikhail!" Colton bellowed, the anger in his tone g

I hated this. I hated the fear that gripped me every time his voice grew more

e down when I least expected it. I had no power here, no control over what happe

he tub, I trembling cover my head if ever he would hit me. "There you." He s

kick, sending a wave of panic through me. I pressed myself further into the corner of the tub, hoping the small space would shiel

rying to make myself as small as possible, as if that would somehow make him go away. My breath

aid, his voice low and controlled, though I could hear the heavy panting from hi

ming. I just shook my head, whispering a plea between sobs. "Please... please

nt growing stronger, invading my senses, mixing with the fear that clung to the air. He crouched down to my lev

hide from me?" His voice was soft, but there was a venomous undertone that made my stomach

was unyielding. "You're mine," he hissed, his fac

suffocating me. I had nowhe

ath." I signed sha

way, his eyes scanning me with an unsettling intensity, as if searching for any sign of defiance. But inst

growled, his voice laced with anger and something darker. "Yo

nds shaking too much to form the words clearly, but all I wanted was for him to s

fingers dug into my skin. "You're sorry? You're sorry for what? For disobe

eight of his presence pressing down on me, suffocating me with every breath I took

nst the wall, the impact rattling my bones. "Don't you dare apologize to me," he s

my body shaking uncontrollably. The pain, both phy

e only one you will follow. And If I tell you to stand up! Sta

ight pressing down on my chest, and the fear coursing through me only made it harder to move. The sting of my wounds and the rawness

ed, his voice like a th

ithout question. I shakily pushed myself upright, my legs wobbling beneath me. My hands ins

step closer, his presence towering over me, and I couldn't help but shrink back, the spac

could feel his dominance weighing heavily on me, suffocating me from every direction. I couldn't e

You belong to me, Mikhail," he said quietly, but the words were still a threa

else as I stood there, trembling under his touch. His presence was o

defeated. The battle within me felt endl

me so suddenly and violently that I couldn't even prepare for it. My breath caught in my throat, and I

oing like a warning in the silent room. His presence loomed over me like

growled, his voice low and dar

crashing onto the edge of the bed. The pain shot through my body like a bolt of light

ton spat, his wor

ar of angering him again kept me rooted to the spot. Every part of me wanted to sc

The silence stretched on, broken only by the sound of my sh

ally feel well and I'm hungry. I'm burning up too. Someone open the door and I

because of his scent. "Oh dear." The man said and went inside my roo

d he do

y want to pull away. He looked almost identical to Colton, but his demeanor was different-calmer, less volati

berries hit me like a wave, and I fought the urge to gag, trying to steady my breath. My heart poun

rved my bruised and battered form. "What happened to you?" he asked again,

ice, and felt tears well up in my eyes aga

shakily, my hands trembling. "I j

ulder. His touch, though soft, sent a wave of tension through my body. "You don't have to say anythin

as sincerity. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that being near someone so similar to Colton

weakly, my hands barely move

s hair. "I don't know what Colton's been doing to you, but I swear I won'

uard down. Still, a small part of me hoped, desperately hoped, that maybe someone else-someon

onversation, stomach growl

shake his head. "I don't know what Colton been doing but this is not right." He sa

ment wash over me. I hugged myself tighter, my face burning with shame. I didn't know why I was so emba

embling from the chains around my wrists, and I couldn't even look at him wi

've been here for... I don't know how long. I'm not sure

. He sighed, exhaling sharply, and ran a hand through his hair. "This is wrong," he muttered under hi

at still gnawed at me. Colton's absence didn't mean I

turned to me, his gaze softening. "I'm going to get you some food, and

afety, even if only temporary. "Thank you..." I signed, though my voice was barely audible, more out of instinct than belief.

back soon. Don't move, and don't try anythin

nflicting thoughts. All I could do was wait, hope, and cling to the fr