I should ruin you

The tray was kicked out of Elia's hands, food flying everywhere as some even landing on his face.

Finally, the body completely covered in darkened had come so close, he could see the eyes of the man he feared.

Elias's gaze locked onto his, and he was struck by the unsettling beauty of his eyes. They were a piercing blue, crystalline and cold, with a cruel glint that seemed to slice through the air.

"Master please have mercy on me…I know I am wrong.."

When it downed on Elias, at how gruesome the punishments could get, he knew he had to beg.

He could handle the whips and slaps, but it was pure hell inside the torture room.

The man chuckled, as his hands reached out, grabbing Elias's armpit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted him off the ground. Elias's feet dangled in the air, his body dangling like a puppet on a string.

Feeling his body off the ground, Elias gulped, by all means he wasn't a small man neither was he light. And yet he had lifted him from the ground using little to know effort.

"It's been a while since I've made my way with an Omega, you creatures are nothing less than breeding cows. But..your face is what I like so I'll give you the honor of bedding me.."

".."

Elias' stomach twisted violently.

This wasn't a request. It wasn't a question. It was a statement, an unshakable truth spoken by a man who had never been told no in his life.

Elias wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of treatment. He had seen it happen to other omegas—had heard the screams, the broken sobs echoing through the stone halls at night.

Omegas were meant to be used.

Omegas were meant to serve.

That was the law of this world.

But he had managed to avoid that fate. He had kept his head down, his body out of reach, his existence as insignificant as possible.

And yet, here he was.

A trembling breath left his lips, his entire body taut with dread.

"Master…" His voice was barely a whisper, hoarse with fear. "Please… I—"

The master's grip tightened, cutting off his words before they could spill out.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion."

Then, with no warning, Elias was thrown.

His body crashed against the bed, the silk sheets cool against his feverish skin. Before he could scramble away, the master was on him, pressing him down with effortless strength, his scent thick and suffocating. A potent mixture of dominance and possession.

Elias mind screamed at him to fight, to run but his body was frozen in place, his head knew better to resist at a time like this.

The man leaned in, his lips brushing against Elias ear, his voice a chill whisper that sent a cold chill down his spine.

"Try to run and I'll break you myself.."

Elias clenched his fists, as his eyes watered, this was humiliating, he hated his life, he wanted to fight, to scream, but his instincts knew better. He was an omega. There was no winning against an alpha.

Especially this alpha.

The master's lips barely grazed his ear, his voice a low murmur, dripping with amusement. "What's wrong, Elias? You seemed eager to beg for mercy just moments ago."

Elias squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. He wanted to speak—wanted to plead—but he knew how this worked.

Alphas didn't listen.

Alphas took whatever they found pleasing, whether it belonged to them or not.

The master's fingers trailed down his arm, slow, deliberate, pressing just hard enough to remind Elias of the power difference between them. His touch wasn't rough—wasn't hurried—but it was cruel in its own way.

A taunt.

A reminder that Elias was at his mercy.

"I should ruin you," the master continued, his tone almost thoughtful. "Make you into what you were born to be..mhm."

Elias' stomach twisted violently.

The bed dipped as the master shifted, one strong hand moving to Elias' throat—not squeezing, not choking, just resting there, a silent promise of what could happen if he so much as breathed the wrong way.

Then, as suddenly as the pressure came, it was gone.

Elias barely had time to process it before the master's weight lifted, leaving behind only the suffocating ghost of his presence.

"Strip."

The command sent a violent shudder through Elias' body.

His fingers twitched against the sheets, his breath hitching in his throat. His mind screamed no, but his body—his instincts—had been conditioned otherwise.

Omegas had to obey.

The master's patience, if he had any, was razor-thin.

"You have until the count of three," he said lazily, like this was nothing more than an everyday chore. "Or I'll rip the clothes off you myself."

Elias swallowed hard, his entire body locking up.

"One."

His heart pounded in his chest.

"Two."

His shaking hands moved on their own, reaching for the ties of his tunic—

"Three."

The fabric tore before he could even react.

The sharp sound of tearing fabric echoed through the dimly lit chamber.

Elias' breath caught in his throat as cool air ghosted over his exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the body above him.

A hand curled around his wrist, pinning it above his head with effortless strength. The master leaned down, his breath fanning over Elias' trembling lips, his voice a dark whisper.

"Rules are meant to kept Elias. And this? It's the best punishment you'll ever receive."

Elias widened as what followed after was darkness and a heart clenching pain.

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The cold stone floor bit into Elias' skin as he stirred awake, his body aching with a deep, bone-deep soreness. His eyelashes fluttered, vision blurred, disoriented by the harsh contrast between warmth and chill.

He wasn't in the master's chambers.

He was outside them.

For a moment, his mind refused to process it. Then, the reality of his situation settled in like lead in his stomach. He lay curled against the cold floor, his body bare save for the single sheet wrapped around him—thin, barely enough to protect what little dignity he had left.

His fingers tightened around the fabric. He didn't remember how he got here.

Had he been thrown out?

Discarded like waste after serving his purpose?

The hallway was silent, but he could feel the unseen eyes watching from the shadows.

The lingering scent of last night's events clung to his skin, suffocating and inescapable.

Elias forced himself up, his body trembling under its own weight. He had to move. Had to leave before someone saw him like this—before another cruel voice could whisper what he already knew.

That he was nothing.

That this was all he was ever meant to be.