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A tear was slowly rolling down Taehyung’s pale cheek.
It was so very cold, no matter how much he tried to wrap his naked body in his blanket. It had been many years since it was soft and clean. Now the dirt could be peeled away from the once blue fabric with white stars. It was the only thing he’d ever had and the only thing he could remember ever owning. It was his and only his and he loved this blanket with all his heart.
There were a few holes in it but it was okay, he was careful not to break it more.
Taehyung nuzzled into it; ignoring the strong smell of urine, sweat, vomit and blood. Not only that, but he could also scent the smell of things he didn’t want to think about. It hurt too much.
Taehyung pressed himself closer to the corner of the metal bars. His cage was big enough for him to sit straight and lie curled up like he was doing right at this moment. It wasn’t big enough for him to be able to stretch out, but he’d forgotten about such a luxury position of sleeping anyway, so he had no reason to complain.
He wasn’t the only one stuck in a cage. The dark basement, which only allowed light if one of them were inside, contained at least two hundred cages which each kept one omega.
That was what Taehyung was; an omega. His sole purpose was to breed, but he couldn’t even do that.
He’d been a very late bloomer and gotten his first heat at the age of eighteen, when normally, omegas would’ve gotten it at the age of 14-15.
Better late than never, as they’d said at the Youth Center of Omegas, before sending him off to the breeding center. They told him he was lucky that he wasn’t sent to a laboratory to be tested on. A late bloomer was a bad sign, but Taehyung had very appealing features. A very beautiful face. And he was surprisingly healthy. He could bring beautiful babies to this world, that could be sold as exclusive pets.
Taehyung knew he should be grateful, and although he had been very scared, he’d always looked forward to having some babies of his own one day. It was a big dream of his. A dream that made him all warm and bubbly inside.
A dream that could bring a smile to his face at times.
Two years later, and no babies. Not even a little one, even though he was regularly bred during his heat. Before and after his heat too sometimes.
They had tried to change his diet, give him different types of fertility drugs and tried different Alphas. Nothing helped and they started to lose their patience.
Taehyung was scared, because he had no idea what would happen to him if they decided to give up on him. Would they send him to a laboratory? He had no idea. They never talked to him. They only wrote things down on their screens and sometimes made short comments to each other.
Comments like:
“This one is hopeless.”
“A waste of time, money and space.”
“Maybe next time.”
Taehyung scratched his nose and snuggled closer to his old blanket. He was scared. In the Youth Center, they’d told him he was hopeless too. He couldn’t stop but believe them; and it made him very sad and worried.
And very lonely.
And the worry grew when he one day woke up by some of them pulling out his cage. A grating sound could be heard when the wheels were moved forward.
Taehyung looked around, because this had never really happened before. If they ever needed him, they would open the cage and let him out. It happened daily, because they needed to clean him up from the inside and the out. It happened to all two hundred-something omegas. That wasn’t weird, but this was.
“It has peed itself again.”
A man without his white rock was talking. That was weird too. Three others were with him, and none of them wore their rocks. Taehyung recognized the Betas, they didn’t have a specific scent like Alphas or Omegas had. They didn’t smell much at all.
“It's going to be nice to get rid of it. It only costs us energy and money”, the one to the left said with a disgusting frown.
Taehyung’s heart was hammering so violently hard, it hurt. What did they mean by get rid of? He didn’t understand.
He started whimpering and whining because he knew words resulted in pain. But he was too scared and worried to be quiet. He wanted them to know how he felt. They didn’t care though.
“What will we tell the higher ups?” the third Beta said, she was younger than her colleagues and the only female. She was probably not older than Taehyung.
“That it was too sick and had to be put down.”
Put down? Taehyung understood the two words perfectly and started to panic. He didn’t want to die: he wanted his babies and he wanted to love them and take care of them. He wanted to feel their love back.
He started kicking at the bars and cry. He didn’t have much muscles or energy but he had enough for them to get annoyed
“Hey, omega, settle down”, the first man said and hit the bars of the cage with an iron stick.
Usually Taehyung could control himself when the iron stick came up, but he couldn’t, not this time, he was panicking too much.
“We should’ve knocked it out before we did this.”
“Yeah, it will be hell to take it to the buyers. Especially if we’re going to clean and shave it first.”
“Yeah, chill, I’m on it, I’m on it.”
The door to the cage suddenly opened up and Taehyung tried to jump out, but he was stopped by a strong hand. It grabbed his neck and soon he felt a needle sting just next to the big, painful fingers.
It didn’t take too long before the room started to spin. Taehyung felt nauseous. It was getting harder and harder to stay present, he could hear them talk, he could feel how they grabbed him, but his body felt too heavy for him to fight them. They were too strong and Taehyung was too dizzy. Too tired. He tried to keep his eyes open but soon, everything went black.
It was difficult to say for how long Taehyung had been gone; but when he woke up, the first thing he noticed was how cold he was. His naked body was shaking. His body was newly shaved and smelled of strong soap. It felt as if someone had scrubbed his skin raw. It burned everywhere.
He put his hand on the floor but his blanket wasn’t there, it wasn’t anywhere. He sat up as if he’d been struck by lightning. His heart picked up speed immediately, while he frenetically looked around the space. It was dark, but not enough for him to not see enough. The blanket wasn’t here with him. Where was it? It had always been with him.
Tears started stinging in the corner of his eyes but he wasn’t going to cry just yet, because he hadn’t lost hope. It could still be here, somewhere.
He needed it.
His lips started quivering, because the space was so small and nothing was laying around him. The only things he could feel was the hard metal under him and the bars surrounding him. It was a different cage from the one he considered his. The bars on this one was both diagonal and horizontal. If only Taehyung knew that four lines that built four corners were called a square, but he didn’t so he had no idea how to describe it to himself. He didn’t care about it either, because he was too busy finding his dear blanket.
Tears quickly fell when he realized that it was gone. It ached in his heart so very badly. He was all alone now.
He started sobbing loudly; and he didn’t care if they would come and hit him with the iron stick.
The fat, salty tears were many on his flushed and hot cheeks. He didn’t care if they drowned him.
“Sssh.”
Taehyung didn’t hear it at first, too busy sobbing, but when the sound came again, he froze. The goosebumps on his cold and shaking body became more.
“Sssh.”
He looked at his right, just to see another cage, exactly like his with the bars in squares. It was a young omega, just like himself, with dark hair and equally dark eyes.
“If they hear you, they’ll beat you”, he whispered. “So don’t cry.”
Taehyung tilted his head in confusion; had this omega actually spoken to him? That wasn’t allowed!
Taehyung suddenly started sweating; all in fear and he curled up in the corner, as far away from this talking omega as he possibly could.
He couldn’t stop the whimpers and not the tears either, but at least, he managed to stay quiet enough not to make the other omega talk to him again.
Taehyung had no concept of time. He had no idea what one second was, or ten minutes or ten hours. He didn’t know there was something called day or night. He only knew that there was a time when they were around and then there was a time when they weren’t around. It had always been like that for as long as he could remember, even at the Youth Center for Omegas. He wasn’t stuck in a small cage back at that place though. He wasn’t all alone but with omegas that hadn’t had their first heat yet.
Things had been different there.
He would have a collar around his neck with his numbers, instead of the little plastic brick that was stuck on his ear. It had hurt when they connected the piece on him; not at all like a collar. When the pain had finally disappeared though, he didn’t feel anything at all.
He noticed he didn’t have the plastic piece on the top of his right ear anymore. It was gone and nothing had replaced it. He didn’t have anything that was his.
Tears had dried on his pale cheeks. His blanket was gone. He had no idea where it was and why they’d taken it from him. He missed it so much.
Suddenly a door opened, and Taehyung tried to curl up even more. This place was different from the one he’d left. This one didn’t have two hundred-something omegas kept in a grey basement. This place had only fifty or so cages and not all of them were occupied. The rest of the room had a table and even four chairs, and two wardrobes of some sort.
Two men and a woman stepped inside, all business like with uniforms. The men wore trousers and ties and the woman wore a skirt. They didn’t look like they did in the other place.
A strong scent hit Taehyung’s nose and his body twitched in familiar places he didn’t like. An Alpha was here; and that only meant one thing – pain.
“Is this the new one?” the women asked and stepped closer. She didn’t look impressed when she peeked into the cage and saw Taehyung.
Taehyung’s body stiffen when he realized that the Alpha was her.
“Yes, we got it for cheap money”, one of the men said. He was clearly a Beta, just like the other man next to him. “They must’ve been desperate.”
“To get rid of it?”
“No, desperate for money”, the Beta corrected his superior. She was so very skeptical “Look at that face; it’s worth more than the double what I paid.”
“Are you sure about that?” she frowned and Taehyung whimpered, which seemed to make her even less impressed. “What’s wrong with it? No one in their right state of mind gives up such young omega without it being an issue… is it sick? You know I don’t like them sick.”
“No, no”, the other Beta spoke this time. “We have all the papers; it’s very healthy but it comes from a breeding center.”
“And why don’t they want it?”
“It isn’t very fertile”, he confessed. “Probably not at all; they’d tried for over two years without success.”
“So it’s useless then?”
“No, not at all!” the first Beta said with an encouraging smile. “You know there are people out there that would love a fuck toy without needing to worry about potential pregnancies.”
“True.” The Alpha couldn’t deny that. “But you also know this brings down the value of the omega, we’re not going to get as much for it.”
“Don’t worry, with that face, I swear, it won’t be a problem.”
“I hope so”, she muttered but it was obvious she didn’t believe it. “You said it was from a breeding center?”
“Yes.”
“Which means it’s not a virgin?”
“No.”
“And it probably hasn’t been trained either, I suppose”, the Alpha asked and the Beta shook his head.
She continued her questions; and Taehyung listened with worry, trying to understand, did understand, at least most of it. The Alpha asked things the two Betas couldn’t really answer. They apologized to her again and again.
“Well, is there something you know about it except that it’s healthy and not fertile?” she asked very impatient.
“It is 20 years old, and it’s obedient enough.”
“Obedient enough?” she huffed, unimpressed. “That’s not good enough! Let’s see what it knows; if it even can understand us.”
The first Beta stepped to the other side of the cage while the second started bleeping on some buttons on a plastic box on the side.
A strange sound, and suddenly, the door was opened.
Warm, fat hands came closer and Taehyung started panicking again. He didn’t want to be touched, and when he felt how the hands grabbed him, he followed his instinct and bit the Beta in his finger.
“AAAAH!” he shrieked out. “The fucking beast!”
Taehyung’s eyes were darting back and forth, like a chased animal, while his heart wanted to hammer itself out of his chest. Although he could hear them talking, he was too scared to understand anything but that they were angry. He could feel it too, the anger from the Alpha. Angry Alphas meant worse pain.
Taehyung tried to grab his blanket but there was no blanket to grab. There was nothing that could help him calm down a little. He was all alone.
One of the Betas shouted at him but it resulted in Taehyung pressing himself even closer against the back of the cage. He could feel the bars in his back but still he kept pushing himself back.
Suddenly, gloved hands came up in his face. The scent got stronger; it was the Alpha. She grabbed his hair and pulled him forwards. Taehyung shut his eyes; it hurt. More gloved hands. They bend his mouth opened and something round and hard was forced in. Too big; it didn’t fit, it wasn’t supposed to fit, not in the way Taehyung thought at least.
Confusion grew when he felt how a strap was tied around his head. Panic grew too when his breathing got restricted.
A black collar. They put it around his neck. Too tight, and his breathing got even more restricted.
New tears welled up in his dark eyes.
“Get out!” the Alpha said sternly and grabbed his hair even harder, forcing him to get out of the cage. It was on a table of some sort, and he slid down on the cold floor on his naked feet.
Thanks to her high heels, the Alpha ended up a bit taller than himself, but in Taehyung’s eyes, she appeared so very big and strong. Her intense glare and the equally intense scent coming from her made him feel so very small. He didn’t dare to look at her, and instead kept his eyes glued on the floor.
“Omega”, she said with narrowed eyes. “Do you understand me?”
Taehyung nodded shyly; not sure if he was supposed to answer. In the Youth Center, he was allowed to speak when spoken to, and it was expected of him. In the Breeding Center though, they never talked to him, and if he ever dared to talk to them, pain would follow.
But perhaps he wouldn’t even be able to answer with words with this thing in his mouth. It kept his mouth wide open, and it started to ache in his jaws. He’d never had something like this in his mouth ever before.
She let him go and turned to the two Betas.
“It stinks! Clean it; I will start its training immediately; I want it out for sale in two months!”
Taehyung took a step back when he saw how the hands were closing in on him again. He didn’t like to be touched.
He started to whimper and struggle again, but the pain from the hands hitting his head and his face made him stop quickly. It didn’t help though, it was too late, they’d grown tired of his squirming.
Ouch.
Taehyung could feel how they tied his arms behind his back. The sound, the heaviness, the coldness. It was metal. Soon he couldn’t see either. They hid his eyes from the world.
Metal around his neck. It was as heavy and cold. Panic grew again. He had to focus on each breath.
The thing in his mouth made it even harder to get air.
They pushed him and Taehyung fell down on the tile floor. He was confused, especially because he couldn’t see. Pain in his head again. One of them hit him. They grabbed him and pulled him up. They didn’t let him walk by himself.
Where is his blanket? He wanted to curl up in it and hide from these hands. He wanted to get away from everything that was painful and cold, and be wrapped around what was gentle and warm.
“Down!” the voice was sharp.
They hadn’t gone far when he suddenly was forced on his knees. The sound of a hose spraying water made fear explode inside of him.
Tears fell while they cleaned him. His skin was already clean enough from before but still they scrubbed him more.
Someone took a grip of his hair and forced his head up.
The water wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t nice and hot either. It was bearable, but the harsh pressure and the scrubbing made everything painful.
The hand let go of his hair.
Soon it was over, he thought, until they forced him to bend down, still on his knees, with his ass in the air.
Please, don't be rough, please, be nice, I won’t fight no more, please, I will never fight you again, he begged quietly to himself.
A finger pressed between Taehyung’s butt cheeks, and chills went through his spine. He could feel how it pressed deeper and soon a second finger was added and scissored him open.
It burned but he was used to it. It was just a cleaning. It was okay. As long as an Alpha wasn’t around it was going to be okay.
The tears didn’t stop. They got soaked up by the blind fold.
His heart was beating in his temples.
The fingers disappeared and were exchanged with the nozzle. Taehyung knew what to expect. The water pushed inside. He tried his best to not move, tried his best to be quiet… tried his best to be good.
He started to feel full quickly. It started to cramp and burn in wrong ways; but the water didn’t stop. Why didn’t it stop?
Taehyung couldn’t stop but cry out, drool escaping from behind the round thing in his mouth. He bit down on it.
The darkness was scary.
He started struggling again because it was too much. Someone took a grip of his hair again and another slapped his cheek.
“Shut up and be still before I give you a whipping.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure what that meant but he wasn’t keen to find out. Whatever a whipping was, it probably hurt; threats always did.
It was with all his mental power Taehyung managed to lay still. It wasn’t really possible, the whimper and the pained groan escaped him without his permission.
Luckily, they didn’t seem to care, and soon, the water stopped. Way too late. It felt like he was going to burst and the pain was so bad, he got light headed and nauseous.
He could feel how the nozzle slipped out and it was with all his power he held in the hot water inside of him. It pained even worse, and he could yet again feel the panic rush in his body.
“Hey, are you stupid?” one of the betas asked and Taehyung could feel how a hand swatted his butt again. “Let it out!”
Taehyung was confused, because he hadn’t heard them tell him the first time. With them he always had to keep it inside for some time, but he wasn’t going to complain.
His heart was hammering painfully. Everything was painful. He was shaking violently but it felt a bit better when he let it all out. It felt like it never stopped and he knew he would be screaming right now if the ball in his mouth hadn't stopped him.
The panic quickly returned when he heard how the hose went on.
“Stop moving around!” one of the betas was angry.
Taehyung could feel another swat on his butt. He squeezed his eyes shut although he was already blind folded.
He wanted to hide from the world…