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*Alec’s POV*
The floor was hard and cold, and a tiny bit damp. I was laying on my side, ribs feeling cold against the floor, just struggling to open my eyes a tiny bit as they would instantly close again.
How long have I been here?
Long. I can tell by the way I smell as I sniff the horrid air around me, like piss and unknown spunk and … and… am I in heat? No… but someone else nearby is.
My eyes shuttered open, burning every second I keep them open. But I have to. I have to. For my sake. For… I lifted my head to look around the empty isolated cell room again for a second, before my head collapsed back on the cement flooring.
Who am I? Where am I?
I tried not to jump to conclusions so fast, as I might remember something soon. My heart was racing at the very instinct that I might not remember, how alone I was. My body shuddered in fear, mixed with confusion as I realized I was bare and naked on the floor with chains attached to both my hands connected together.
I smelled something off, but couldn’t recognize it, until the cell door slammed open, and heavy footsteps echoed with each step.
“Still alive Alec?” The voice was deep, and rugged.
“Fuck you.” I instantly spat out.
“Now now,” his voice suddenly grew colder, “you wouldn’t want to be off the radar in this world, right Lightwood?” The man crouched down at my weak body on the floor, his cold hands tracing my bony figure, up to his head, and down to his hip bone, where it could be visibly seen in the dim light. Every spot where he traced left goosebumps on my skin, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
“In fact, I have another client for you Lightwood, now stop acting like a tiny piece of shit if you want to see another moment.”
I could easily see his features, dark black eyes, blond hair, and-
A sharp pain came onto my side, wanting to make me cry but forcing back the tears. The cuffs on my hands prevented me from hugging myself and forming into a ball.
“Don’t fucking stare you omega whore,” his voice projected louder in the small cell. His voice echoed every inch into my head, drilling deep into my brain that this is not a man who anyone would want to mess with.
Not like I had anyone to help me anyway.
I closed my eyes, trying to ease the pain. But it didn’t work.
Of course. Nothing ever works to sooth the pain of being beaten into a bloody pulp, laying half dead in a cell by yourself, no one’s voice to say “It’s ok, I got you” or any words of comfort at all.
I didn’t even notice that the man left once I opened my eyes again, the pain still in my side.
I put my elbows out in front of me, trying to get up and see what else is broken.
I could barely sit up. Still one elbow supporting me up as I tried to move my legs underneath me. But it didn’t work. They were chained also as the chains made a soft click sound. I could start to feel how tight the cuffs were around my ankle, putting pressure on it enough to snap it in a second by one wrong move.
I tried my best, I did, but I was just too weak to move, all I could do was scoot back a few inches to the wall and slump over again.
My breath was cut short, it couldn’t breathe fully in the dirt filled air. I needed sleep again, needed it as long as I can. The man said I had another client, and I could only imagine what it was, what they’ll force me to do, knowing it won’t be nice and comforting at all.
I needed to get out, that’s what I need to do.
I started to drift off into sleep again when I heard a noise from the other side of the wall. A faint sound of screaming. Another omega. A female one also. I couldn’t help but to concentrate what she was saying, but all I could’ve heard was a cry of protest and sounds of sobbing from someone else on another side of the wall.
I couldn’t help but to feel guilty, I couldn’t help. Omegas were being tortured to god knows what. As I just leaned into the wall more. Waiting for sleep to take me over into a state where none of this is real. My mind wanting to think this is just some cruel nightmare I was having, and how it might not be real.
Think it or dream it, I have a feeling this is very real.
Maybe even death was the preferable choice of options, which I could assume every omega, or every beta and alpha here wanted.
As sleep started to pull me over into a state of opaque, I remembered what the man said.
He called me Alec.
And I’m guessing my surname is Lightwood since he used it after Alec, and it doesn’t seem right vice versa.
At least I have a clue, a hint, or a fragment of a clue that can help me remember.
When I started to drift again, I couldn’t still feel a sense of guilt mixed in with pity for the young woman being dragged off, as she will haunt my dreams until eternity, forever and forever when I think of fear.
My mind was cloudy, being transported into a safe haven for my soul.
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I could see faces, familiar faces to, I couldn’t help but to feel a sense of glee in my surrounding. Lush green in a front yard of a house.
“Jace!” I called out.
The blond haired golden eyed man turned around slowly, only looking at me with pity, as I slowed down, halting my steps when I reached next to him.
“What’s wrong Jace?” I asked once more. There was concern on my face.
He still didn’t reply, I put my hands on his shoulder, only for my hands to get slapped off of him.
“Jace? Jace remember me?” I could feel tears at the back of my head, “Jace, man, you got to remember me!” tears were starting to appear at my eyes, Jace stepped back from me, turning around and going towards a group of people in front of the house.
My heart started to fluster as I saw Max, “Max!” I shouted.
The young boy looked at me with unfamiliarity, and Jace started to pull Max closer to him.
Tears were streaming down my face, “Max,” I sobbed.
Max opened him mouth, as my heart started to race, see, he did know me.
“Get away from me!” Max shouted, Jace pulling Max back inside through the door.
My heart was dying as onlookers saw me fall onto my knees.
My palms covered my eyes, wiping tears away left and right.
They didn’t know me.
A voice inside of me erupted into my head, and they never will.
I was getting so frustrated, all I could do was yell, “Shut up! Shut up, it’s just a dream!”
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I awoke.
I woke up with tears in my face, clutching onto the floor for dear life.
I couldn’t remember what I dreamed about, but it shook up my soul pretty damn hard.
I needed to get out of here, find out what I can’t remember about my life and help the others.
That was my only goal. To help the others trapped in this hell hole. And I promise I will. After all, I know that I won’t ever break this promise.