LunaticPessimist

"Eight years ago, amnesia brought me to this home. I met an *ssh*l* stepbrother who hated my guts. He made me hungry, hated the sound of my footsteps, didn't allow me to call my mom and dad, and condoned other people bullying and beating me. In the end, he took everything I had... *** ""Awww!"" He slammed me on the wall. He narrowed his eyes at me and humiliated me."" Do you dream of being a wh*r*?"" I retorted, ""I wasn't doing anything! I was just talking to Wyatt!"" But he always had to catch a different emphasis from my words. ""Wyatt?Just a few words and you know his name?"" For a moment, I knew what to say. It seemed to me that he just hated me, and no matter what I did he could find a way to break it. The room fell silent again. And he just leaned in close to me and warned in my ear, ""No talking to another man! Or I'll mark you!"""

"""You're my Omega, aren't you?"" He's going to get married, obviously has his own mate, but he won't let me go! I looked at his blue eyes. They're enchanting. It's like as if they're telling me to submit to him. ""Say it."" He puts his thumb on my lower lip. ""I—I'm..."" He smirked. I have to stop this. It you won't let me go, then I'm going to have to choose a much harsher way out. ""I'm..."" Sorry, Drake. I grabbed the small syringe that I was hiding in between my legs. ""I'm not your Omega!"" and I stabbed the poison at the back of his neck with gritted teeth... I was finally able to leave!"