No… no… no! This can't be happening. This is getting way too real, way more real than I ever expected!
"Sir!!!" Orion cried desperately, his voice cracking as he lunged forward. He dropped to his knees and clung to the leg of the red-haired man, stopping him mid-stride before he could walk away.
"Oh yeah, I get it now! Not serving drinks… sleeping on duty… that's why I ended up here, right?!" His words spilled out in a frantic rush. "I'll do it properly this time, sir....I swear! I'll serve the drinks diligently!"
His tone was frantic yet oddly determined. He tightened his hold on the man's leg, refusing to let go no matter how hard the man tried to wrench him away.
"I'll serve drinks diligently, sir!" he repeated, this time with a pleading edge, his voice nearly breaking. "I won't ever sleep on duty again!"
The red-haired man stared down at him with his fiery brows pulled low. His lips curled with both anger and disappointment as he growled, "That's what you always say. But every damn time, you end up slacking off again. You don't just sleep....you've even tried to run away several times." His voice grew colder. "If you weren't my sister's son, I'd have killed you long ago. Instead, I kept giving you second chances. And how do you repay me? By fucking it all up every single time."
Orion's jaw dropped. Damn! You're treating your sister's son like this? Like seriously?! Who the hell raised you, Satan himself?
"Don't listen to him this time, Mr. Redwood," the burly man cut in sharply. His large hands gripped Orion's shoulders, trying to tear him off, but Orion clung stubbornly. "It's obvious he's just trying to trick you again. He's lying."
"I'm not lying!" Orion cried, his voice raw. He shook his head violently, black hair whipping around his face. "I'm serious this time....I mean it! If I dare sleep again, or if I don't serve drinks diligently, then you're free to…" His voice trailed off as his gaze shifted, against his will, to the Esper in the corner.
The man was still thrusting mercilessly into his victim, who was no longer moaning with pleasure but screaming in pain, body still trembling. The sight made Orion's stomach churn and his throat dry up. He swallowed hard. "…Then you're free to give me to him."
I've been thrown into another world. Transmigration… The thought sparked in his mind. Just after dying in one world, I woke up in another.
Mr. Redwood's fiery eyes narrowed on him."Don't think I won't throw your ass to the Espers if I catch you sleeping or slacking off again! You'll be fucked raw until you break, and I won't lose a wink of sleep over it!"
He jabbed a finger at him, barking, "Now....go serve some drinks, pretty boy. Although, with that face of yours, I could fetch tons of money selling you outright. But lucky you… you're still enjoying my elder sister's privilege."
Relief and terror tangled violently inside Orion's chest. He bowed his head, his words spilling out in a rush of gratitude: "Thank you, sir!!! Thank you, I won't disappoint you!"
The moment the hold on him loosened, he scrambled up from the floor, wiping the dirt from his knees, and bolted toward the bar as fast as he could.
"Good evening… sorry, is there a place I can change my outfit?" Orion asked nervously, his gaze flickering toward a young man with sky-blue hair who carried trays of expensive drinks in his wiry hands.
Should I call him Bluewoods too? Orion wondered, uncertainty tightening his chest.
"Of course there's a place to change. Go to the changing room. Why are you asking me such an obvious question?!" the man snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. He rolled his eyes dramatically before striding into the crowd, balancing the tray as if Orion's question had been nothing but a waste of his time.
Still, Orion was thankful. At least the man had pointed him in the right direction. He hurried toward the changing room, his footsteps unsteady with anticipation and unease.
Inside, several other young men like him were in various stages of undress, slipping into different uniforms. The air smelled faintly of cologne, sweat, and freshly ironed fabric. But what truly stopped Orion cold was not the bustling of strangers....it was his reflection staring back at him in the tall mirror.
"Even though I've been given a new name here, I wasn't expecting my appearance to change too…" His voice trailed off, trembling with disbelief.
From the mirror looked back a man who was breathtakingly handsome.....black silky hair, eyes the deep shade of an ocean, lips pink as rose petals. Yet despite the striking features, his body was frail, his frame thin as though he had been starved for days.
"Hi, Orion!!!" a sudden voice called cheerfully from behind, and before he could react, strong arms wrapped tightly around him. Something hard and stiff pressed firmly against his bare backside, making Orion flinch in horror.
"Get off me, you motherfucker!!!"
Orion's voice cracked with fury as he struggled, pushing and clawing against the massive frame holding him captive. But the man was far too strong. Only after a tense moment did the stranger finally let go, stepping back with a broad grin on his face as though nothing inappropriate had just happened.
The man was burly, muscles filling out his shirt. His hair was cropped short, jet black, and he wore a pair of rectangular glasses perched on his nose.....glasses that gave him the appearance of a scholarly nerd. Yet no one would dare mistake him for weak as his powerful build betrayed hours of disciplined training. He was, Orion thought bitterly, a disturbingly sexy nerd.
"What's up, nigga?" the man said warmly, flashing a smile that nearly reached his eyes. He clapped Orion on the shoulder with a friendly tap, as if they were old companions. "I've come to get you. Your shift is over. You should be grateful I'm here, honestly. Your uncle told me you've been acting strange...crazy, even so he asked me to fetch you."
Orion's brows furrowed. And who the hell are you, exactly? And did you just say my shift has ended? Does that mean I can finally leave this hellhole? He thought inwardly.
The burly man sighed heavily, removing his glasses for a moment as though trying to soften his expression. "We'll need to test you when we get home. I need to know if something's medically wrong with you. If it's serious, I'll apply for a sick leave on your behalf. Even though your uncle runs this private club.....he still cherishes you. Believe it or not, he told me he doesn't want to see you collapse."
"Cherishes me?" Orion laughed bitterly, his voice sharp and filled with venom. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard and yeah he doesn't wabt me to collapse so as to keep serving drinks."
But the man continued, unfazed by Orion's reaction. "Your mother owed him millions trying to save your father's life. Even though your father still died, your uncle spared you from the worst of this place. He made you serve drinks instead of selling you off to be screwed by espers."
Orion's lips parted in disbelief, his thoughts turning dark. I was spared from being used like merchandise, and that counts as kindness?
He swallowed down his anger and forced himself to breathe, muttering internally, This club reeks of human trafficking. It's against every law I know. Yet from the outside, it doesn't look like anything illegal at all or else they could have been captured. Still, I can't afford to care about the whole world right now. I need to survive. And maybe… maybe it's a small mercy that I'm the so-called nephew. Otherwise, my ass might've been drilled already.
Orion quickly changed into a simple outfit....a black shirt tucked into clean blue jeans. Together, he and the bespectacled man walked out of the club and approached the parking lot, where a sleek black car waited among hundreds of others.
But then...Orion eyes couldn't skip some of the cars shaking violently and no one needs to tell him that they're having sex in some of the cars.
He swallowed hard as he slipped inside the sleek car with the man without exchanging another word, the car's engine humming softly as it carried them away from the nightmare. The ride was strangely quiet, the city lights blurring past the windows until they stopped before a modest bungalow.
From outside, a sign swung lightly in the evening breeze: Crescent Pharmacy.
Orion tilted his head. A pharmacy?
Inside, the scent of disinfectant filled the air. Orion's eyes caught on a polished wooden desk where a nameplate sat proudly: Dr. Edwards Smith.
"I'm not sick," Orion said stubbornly, raising a skeptical brow. His scoff carried an edge of defiance.
"Keep quiet and just get tested. I know you hate needles but don't worry... you'll be fine," Edwards replied smoothly, already slipping into his white coat. His chuckle was low and almost playful. "You think I want to test you for free? You're not even paying me, you bastard." His lips curved in amusement before his tone softened. "You can go to your room afterward and rest. I'll need to see exactly what's wrong with you first though." He added as he pointed towards a door at the far end.
Orion hesitated, then thought, He's a doctor… and I'm living in his hospital? What kind of insane setup is this? Still, it's better than that club. And he doesn't seem hostile. I'll let him do what he wants for now, then I'll start asking questions. I desperately need answers.
Edwards drew Orion's blood with practiced ease and disappeared into another room, leaving him alone with his racing thoughts. When he returned, however, his expression was unlike before....his eyes wide, shock etched across his features, and in his trembling hand he clutched a sealed white envelope.
"What's wrong with me?" Orion demanded, his patience shattering as he had been waiting for what seems like forever.
Edwards remained frozen, lips parted but no words escaping.
Orion's frustration boiled over. He lunged forward, snatching the envelope from Edwards's grasp. His eyes skimmed the contents rapidly until....
"What the actual fuck?!"
The envelope slipped slightly in his trembling hands as he read the result. His voice erupted into the room.
"I'm… I'm pregnant?!!!" Orion roared in disbelief, his entire body quivering as his ocean-blue eyes locked on the paper in pure horror.