Runaway Omega Chapter 158 - - 158 A Plea Of Desperation

Synnahn’s Point Of View

My body felt like it was on fire. The raging storm inside of had gotten incredibly worse after falling asleep. The nightmares I had, seed to just add kindling to the flas.

I felt like I would lose my mind any mont now, or worse spontaneously combust, and then Master would get angry again.

I was becoming desperate. The more Master tried to avoid sex, the more frantic and impulsive I felt.

I had finally reached my breaking point, and made a request to my Master.

"Please mate with Master..." I said, feeling the tears forming in my eyes and threatening to spill over any mont.

"Hold on Syn... That’s not sothing that you just do on a whim, y’know? That’s a serious deal..." Master said, hugging tightly.

But he didn’t understand... How could he?

Everyday in this body, was a living hell. If I didn’t keep my mind distracted, then simple touches, and small phrases could trigger a lifeti of trauma. The pheromones of other Alphas, stirred sothing inside , even if I didn’t want it to.

"Master? You don’t understand what it’s like to be ... To have this body... To constantly live in fear, of everything. It’s unreasonable for to expect you to understand what it feels like, but it’s also unreasonable for you to assu I can be a normal Oga... I will never be normal, I can never have a decent life..." I sobbed, the tears finally falling.

"You don’t need to be normal. What is normal, anyway? I don’t think there is a single person living on this property that can be considered "normal". So it’s fine, right?" He replied.

He was right, but he still didn’t understand.

"Master... I was hidden away from everyone in the facility, except for 4 doctors and Master Hastings... I was told that my DNA was so different from the others in my generation, that they tried to force another child onto my mother imdiately after my birth... They killed her in the process..."

"Syn... I–"

"The doctors ran so many tests on my blood and my body, that I can still feel their hands on when I close my eyes. After my first heat, my life beca a living nightmare, every day. The tests they ran on my body beca more and more depraved. Master Hastings began to train , in earnest..."

"Look Syn... You don’t need to–"

"He trained in all manner of things. Whenever I disobeyed him, he would "introduce" to rutting and aggressive Alphas. They would engorge themselves on my body relentlessly, for days... I learned quickly that it was easier to just allow them to do whatever they wanted, instead of fighting it... Except..."

"You’re trembling Syn... You don’t have to keep talking about this if it’s har–"

"The more numb I beca to their sexual abuse, the more creative they beca. It was around that ti that they started to lace my food with all kinds of drugs. I couldn’t even begin to describe how awful it felt... when I refused to eat, they would just inject the drugs directly into my veins instead."

"I’m sorry, Syn..." He said, before kissing .

I could tell that he was trying to shut up, but I hadn’t told him all of this so he could apologize.

"Do you know why I’m telling you all of this?" I asked.

He didn’t answer verbally, but just shook his head, no, instead.

"I’m not fragile, Master. And you aren’t cruel for fun. I really enjoy being with you. I love hanging out with Tristan, and I would very much like to be by your side forever. I’m not strong enough to act like I could find soone else, because I know I can’t. If it’s not you, it’s death. If it’s not here, it’s hell. I’m not taking a mating mark lightly. I genuinely want to be wherever you are, forever. You saved from the darkest pits of hell, I will never want anyone else to take your place. Please allow to be a part of your life, your world, your... everything." I said, hugging him tightly.

I didn’t want to be rejected by this man. I knew that if I saw anything but acceptance in his eyes, I’d crumble, and my world would never be the sa. It would be devoid of color, of life, and of aning.

"Okay... But we need to talk about a few things beforehand. I won’t mate with you, until you’ve experienced my perversion, and your opinion hasn’t changed... is that acceptable?" He asked, tilting my face up by my chin.

I gazed into his eyes, and nearly began to cry again. They were full of so much warmth, and love that I couldn’t properly catch my breath.

’I will never want another Master...’

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Santiago’s Point Of View

I was at a complete loss for words. The sincerity in his eyes stole my breath away. I wasn’t against mating with him, not completely, but at the sa ti, we still had a lot to learn about each other before we took that step.

There was a real chance that he’d co to hate , and that thought terrified more than anything else. I wanted to move as slow as he needed, so I didn’t scare him. Unfortunately, that plan seed to backfire and explode in my face, in the process.

"What is it that we need to talk about, Master?" Syn asked looking up at , hopeful.

"Well, for one thing, a safeword..." I sighed.

Once we began this discussion, things were bound to get pretty obvious for him about what my tastes were like. I wanted to make sure he completely understood the risks.

"A... Safeword? For what, exactly?" He asked, looking puzzled.

"Well, a safeword is used during sex, to signal that you don’t like it or it’s too much." I explained slowly.

Synnahn’s eyes widened and he looked at , searching.

"What happens when I use it? Punishnts?" He asked, his expression darkening.

"Whaa? No. I stop, love, and we do sothing else. And I promise to never do it again, or to go that far." I said, rubbing my thumb along his cheek.

He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. He stayed that way for much longer than I expected. I began to get a little nervous about what was going through his head.

"Strawberry." He said, softly.

"Huh? Strawberry what? Do you want so strawberries?" I asked, bemused.

"No, silly. That’s what I want my safeword to be. It’s a word that would be easy to say, since I don’t like the taste of strawberries." He chuckled.

And once again, I was floored by his innocence. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all discussing matters of sex, but everything else, and every decision that he had to make outside of sex, scared him. It was so strange to see. It also vividly painted the kind of life he had had, inside that facility. Sex was basically his daily bread there.

"Okay. That’s a pretty easy word to rember. Is there anything in particular that you don’t like or would like to do to you, during sex?" I asked.

I realized this was probably much easier to talk about for him, than complicated matters of the heart.

"Uhm... I can’t really explain it very well. But my body has grown too accustod to pain... So I don’t think I can find release without so type of pain, or constriction..." He said, not eting my eyes.

It was the first ti I had seem him looking so ashad of himself. Like what he was saying was filthy, and unnatural. Unbeknownst to him however, he was basically ringing all the bells for . As if he was saying, "I can only find release, if you do your best".

I could feel my pulse quicken, and my mouth beca dry. He was probably more perfect for than he actually realized.

My biggest concern was about his ntal fortitude and his PTSD, but if he could work through it, then I was prepared to help him overwrite all of his past fears and trauma.

"Okay. Co with ." I said, taking his hand and helping him down off the bed.

"Where are we going? I-I don’t have clothes on, Master..." He said, stumbling a bit as we walked further into my room.

I didn’t have nearly as much here as I did back at my ho in Sa’Ryne, but I had enough to tide over. Plus, I could always buy more, so it never really mattered where I was.

I didn’t have any plans on finding any flings here, but sotis I did leave on long missions, and sex was unavoidable for soone like myself. I needed it to llow out, otherwise, I was perpetually stuck in kill mode.

"We’re going to the closet?" Syn asked, confused.

"Yeah. It’s in the closet. Just a bit further." I said, taking him to the furthest wall in the closet.

"This is the chest you said I couldn’t open, right?" Syn asked, as we stopped in front of it.

It was taller than him, with 6 drawers and a large set of double doors at the top.

"Yes. Call it my chest of debauchery." I chuckled as I opened the drawers in a step layered fashion, and then opened the doors last.

He stood there staring in wide eyed shock, and then turned slowly to face .

"Master, you really are a pervert..." He said, breathlessly.

’Well, I never claid to be a saint.’