Elián;
"What's… what's a robot?" He questions, and I freeze.
I blink at him, and he blinks back at me. The silence stretches. My mind goes blank for three long seconds as I stare at him.
Is he joking?
Is this his idea of a joke?
I run my teeth over my upper teeth in annoyance before letting out an annoyed huff.
I know what this is. He's trying to fuck with my head.
I'm already in an experiment. They're trying to see how long it will take before I snap. This is some shit ass test of resilience, yeah? Mental resilience…
"And you mentioned 'Human'. What is that? Is that your breed?" His voice comes again, and my mouth falls open.
"Are you joking?" I question with my voice much calmer now as I'm trying to hold it together before I die of fucking annoyance.
He tilts his head, and the sides of his lips point downwards.
"No. I would never joke about you. You're my omega. You seem unnerved by something, and I'd like to get to the bottom of it." He replies, and I feel a cord snap in my mind on hearing that infuriating word again.
Not minding our size difference, I throw myself at him. Thanks to how sudden my attack is, his back hits the bed, and I get on top of him with my fist drawn.
"Call me an Omega one more time… I dare you!" I snarl.
He stares at me with a raised brow. There is something in his eyes. It's not fear or panic… It's amusement.
I freeze when I suddenly feel his huge hands clamp down on my waist.
"You're quite something, aren't you?" He questions as he pulls me closer to himself, and only after crashing into him, and feeling the heat of his chest directly against mine, do I realise something I should have noticed a while back.
I look behind me, and freeze when I see my plain naked butt pointing at the ceiling. I'm naked!! Butt ass naked, pressed against this stranger in nothing but my birthday suit!
I feel my shaft pressed against his thigh, and my cheeks start burning in embarrassment.
My heart begins to race as I struggle to pull away from him; however, he doesn't let go of me.
Why am I naked?? Did this fucker touch me?!
Did he see everything? Did he touch… No. No. He… He wouldn't. He better not have!
"Let go of me, you pervert!" I scream. My voice cracks, heavy with both fury and fear, but he doesn't let go.
I don't know what's been done to me, and I don't trust this man. Not one bit.
I struggle fruitlessly against his hold, but instead, he pulls me closer to himself.
"You know, other omegas tremble in the presence of Alphas… But not you. Looks like we made a good choice." He speaks, and his words cause my struggles and every single thought in my head to come to a screeching stop.
I look up at his face and find him smiling.
"We?" I question, and he nods.
"My brothers and I. We were hoping you wouldn't be a bore, and it looks like we truly struck a goldmine."
I blink at him for a second, and a bubble of emotions I can not understand begins to swell inside me.
Brothers.
He said Brothers. Not 'Brother'.
How… how many are we talking about here?
And why would a group of men want to buy me??
He moves suddenly, sliding me into his arms. He then places me back on the bed and covers me with the duvet.
"Now… I know you're upset, but I do not know why. Can you tell me so I can help?" He questions in a voice so soft and sweet, it makes my stomach churn.
I swallow as I look up at him. No words leave my mouth, and he sighs.
He reaches for a drawer in the bedside table and starts searching for something in it. That's when I see the ears on his head.
How did I miss them earlier?
Maybe because they're the same colour as his hair?
Why does he have bear ears on?
Are these people crazy?!
What? Today is costume day?
Let me guess. Soon enough, they'd get me my own costume to wear?
How the fuck am I supposed to take him serious when he has those on? Everyone I've seen since the accident has had one bit of costume on them.
My life is crumbling, and they're playing dress up??
Is this just to rile me up?!
I grab the ears in annoyance and try to yank them off his head, but a loud, pained growl suddenly shakes the room, and I freeze.
He looks up at me with wide, stunned eyes, cupping his hands over his ears, and my mouth runs dry.
….Those ears aren't part of a costume…
They're… they're real…
"Why did you do that?!" His voice demands in annoyance and anger that his tone didn't have earlier.
However, I'm too shaken to care about his anger right now.
"Th…th… those… those are real?" I stutter in fear as I point up at his ears, and he raises a brow as he takes his hands away from them, and I see the way they twitch.
"Of course they're real! You thought I didn't have ears?" He demands, and I swallow.
Why does a man have bear ears? What… Is he… I don't… I don't understand.
He suddenly sighs, and I blink at him.
"I think we made a mistake. They probably didn't run a mental check on you. We'll have to send you back." He says, and I swallow. He sounds soft. Almost sad…
Send me back?! Back to where??
I watch him pull out a capped syringe filled with blue substance, and my blood runs cold. What's with this place and needles?!!
"Too bad, though. He looks so delicate. They'll probably send him to a brothel or put him down if it's confirmed that he has mental problems…" He mumbles under his breath as he uncaps the syringe, and my eyes become wide saucers.
Put me down?!
Like… Like a dog?
Does he mean they'll kill me?!
And he mentioned a brothel. If he sends me back… and I don't get killed, I'll be forced to be a sex worker?
Why is my life unravelling so quickly??
He moves towards me, and I hold up my hands as a desperate yelp escapes me.
"Wait!"
He pauses and stares at me. Causing me to swallow.
"Just… Just hang on. I'm not mad. I'm… I'm sorry I pulled your ears. I… I…" I begin, and he raises a brow as fearful tears rush to my eyes.
What explanation do I give? What reason do I give for pulling his ears… Bear ears… But his ear nonetheless.
"You're not mad?" He questions, and I nod desperately as I struggle to hold my tears back.
"Okay. What's your name? And why were you saying all those weird things?" He replies, and I take a deep breath.
"...My name is Elian," I reply with a sniffle, and he raises a brow.
"And I… I… I said those things cause I've lost my memory." The words slip out of my mouth as the only lie I can whip up, and his brows knot.
I don't understand what is going on. But if there's one thing I understand fully, it's that I CANNOT be sent to a brothel... or killed. I can't!
I should keep my temper in check and try to understand the gravity of my situation… slowly.
"You… You lost your memory?" He questions, lowering the syringe, and I let out a small, relieved breath.
"Yes," I reply with a desperate nod. "I only remember my name. I don't… I don't remember anything else. How I got here, what an omega is… Where this is… I have no clue, and I… I reacted that way cause I… I was scared. I'm sorry." I add, and I watch his worry melt into something else.
Like he's studying to see if I'm lying. I swallow with fear gripping every single inch of me, and to my surprise, a warm, soft smile splits his face. The kind of smile you give a hurting child to assure them that they'll be fine.
Why is he smiling at me like he wasn't just about to sedate me and send me to my death?
"You poor thing." He says as he recaps the syringe, and my eyes stay glued to the long, pointy needle.
"According to the auction house, you were found by a river a week ago. Drowned and half dead. No one knows you. No family, no friends, no history. Like you popped out of nowhere." He says, and my eyes nearly pop.
A week ago?!