Use Me Like A Drug (omegaverse bl) Chapter 263: Yeon’s story: 04 claw

Yeon’s POV

My breath is coming out as pained gasps, each breath I drag feels like a stab in the chest. I feel like I’m dying.

The rope keeping tied to the table is cutting into my flesh, rubbing my naked skin raw, and it hurts too much.

"Water" I scream out, my throat is dry from hours of screaming non-stop and my nails are dirty from clawing at the bastards.

My heat lasted for two days and the last alpha for the last wave just walked out, the man is whistling a rry tune while I watch his back, my entire body aches.

I haven’t moved from here by myself for the past two days, I haven’t sat up on my own, I have even been fed while laying down.

Two muscular alphas have been responsible for cleaning up, they would carry to the bathroom and wash , lathering with the harsh soap that burns my raw skin.

And when they find clean enough, they ’check’ on by touching in ways that made throw up twice, I marked their faces and I know their nas....

Once I’m out of here, I’ll haunt every one of them down, but right now, I feel like a paper doll now, with bruised and broken body.

"The alphas complained that you have been a bitch since the heat ended" the doctor says and slams the plastic bottle next to my head and I growl at him.

My wolf is active and since my heat ended, he has been stubbornly defending us, growling and biting.

"This is lube and I will be the first to try it on you" he hums happily.

"Don’t touch " I hiss at him and he chuckles.

"You-" he says and holds my face, "be good, ogas should be good" he says and I turn my head fast enough that I bite into the flesh of his hand.

The man lets out a scream of pain and horror before landing a heavy slap on my face, the slap sends back on the table, sending shots of pain down my back.

The slap hurts badly but it’s better to have this than to have his hands on .

"Now you listen to , I will break you-"

"ARGHH!" a scream from outside makes him pause, "what now?" he asks, glaring at as he rubs at his hand, and I blink away the tears as he leaves the room.

’We’ll get out’ my wolf says and I sniffle.

I really want to get out of here as soon as possible, I’m getting too weak, maybe if I get out I can get sothing to help with the pain.

The raw skin, the headaches, goddess, this back pain-

"Yeon-ah! Yeon-ah!" I hear Jisung’s voice calling for and I shut my eyes, it hurts like hell that I’m hallucinating again, I’ve been thinking of him too much.

I can’t tell if he’s okay or not.

"Yeon! Hyung!" the voice calls and I open my eyes imdiately, Jisung only ever calls hyung when he’s desperate, "Sung-ah" I whisper, my throat is dry and hurts from the single word.

"Oh my goddess, hyung!" Jisung bursts into the room, his eyes are wide as he takes in the way I look.

I am completely naked with tied arms and legs spread eagle, my entire body is bruised and the cum of those scumbags is dripping out of .

"Jisung, you’re okay" I say with relief and his face slowly turns red the way it does when he’s mad, "I ca to get you out of here" he says and rushes forward to set free as fast as he can.

He tries to loosen the ropes but they are too tight, so he opts for a pocket knife, cutting them with shaky hands while I watch him cry.

My best friend takes off the table and takes off his shirt to put on .

"I’m so sorry hyung, I’m so- I’m sorry" he sobs as he carries out, my skinny Jisungie feels a bit stronger as he holds , outside is littered with bodies of Hwang clan n, they’re not even all of the abusers.

"You got him?" my father’s voice calls and I hide my face in Jisung’s neck, I wasn’t ashad of Jisung seeing like that because he’s my Jisung, he’s my best friend that isn’t like everyone else.

Everyone else would look at like a waste...a male oga.

"Son, are you okay?" father asks, coming closer to look at my face, but I don’t turn for him, I just hide away in the arms of the only person I trust.

"Sir, we need to take him to the hospital!" Jisung says and I dig my nails into his skin, "no hospital" I say with heavy tongue and Jisung tries to protest.

It has been a doctor...

"No. Hospital" I say and he nods, his chin brushing my head as he does, and I cling on to him tighter.

The rest is a blur but I end up ho, the war is still ongoing, everyone tries to talk to but I stay locked up in my room, I already know what they’ll say to .

’You are going to be okay’

’You are different from everyone else’

After two weeks of hiding away, even from Jisung, I finally pick up the house phone to call him.

"Hello?" the tired male voice says and I cough to clear my throat, my voice is a bit deeper than it should be.

"Sung-ah" I call and I hear rustling in the background, maybe he’s rolling out of bed, maybe he’s sitting up.

"Yeon, hey, hey- are you- can I co over?" he asks, stumbling over his words while I chuckle, "you’re still trying to get yourself killed because of , you idiot" I say as a joke.

"You’re my best friend, I’d die for you any day" he says and my throat closes up as tears slide down my cheeks.

I can’t hold back the pain anymore.

I have been ignoring everything, acting like it didn’t affect , like there aren’t strange hands touching when I sleep or milk clinging to my scent.

I cry into the phone, I cry and cry, I know that Jisung hung up already, but I still keep the phone pressed to my ear as I cry.

For hours, I stay like that, an eighteen years old man who is weeping like a baby.

The door of my room is opened and Jisung rushes in panting, he hugs to his chest imdiately and I push him away.

"Get the hell off !" I scream and he stays back, crying with , "hyung..."

"I’m pregnant Jisung" I whisper.

"I’m pregnant for those bastards"