I met Tanek when I was 14 and he was 17. I was in the depths of despair. I had buried my last brother 1 month prior and now I was working at a brothel. The only job I could find as an omega. I did what they wanted, the owner was preparing me for finally getting into prostitution. I didn't want my first time to be with some drunk old alpha, but even I knew fate was inevitable. Tanek had come with his friends, I remember when my eyes met his, his pheromones, emitting throughout the stall they were, sitting. The clients were rich men because it was risky to conduct an omega trade business, and only rich men could afford to indulge in underage omegas who are desperate, and he looked rich as well, I didn't know what brands he was wearing, but they looked expensive. He didn't show much emotion, nor did he say much, but the air around him was gentle and intimidating. I had gone back to work, knowing that whatever my fascination with him was merely fantasy. In this world, I was a rat asking for food, no need to ask for more.
The brothel owner had come up to me and told me it was finally time, someone had paid for me, a lot of money, and that I should be happy it was someone young. The 14-year-old me had been bathed and covered in, expensive clothes that I didn't know. I was given the option of taking the heat inducer, and I had taken the drug with me inside, to take when I get nervous, at least some mercy although small was shown to me.
When I entered the room, he was there, sitting on the bed, my heart skipped a beat, at the sight of him, I was mesmerized, he has smiled at me, something more gentle than anyone other than my dead family. ‘’Come sit, What's your name?’’ were the first words he said. ''Zayk, my name is Zayk" I had answered, quivering, I walked closer to him, and the closer I got, the more mesmerized I had been. He smelled amazing, and I wanted to hug him. It was at that time, I knew my position as omega and his power as an alpha. He could have told me to jump and I would have without thought.
He looked young and at that time, I didn't know his age. I assumed he was a college student. I thought he was going to force me, but he didn't. It was as if, he saw my emotions, or maybe my pheromones gave me away but the words he had said then still stuck with me and would later become the reason for much more pain ‘’I am sorry, it's just that you don’t look like you are over 18, actually, you look like an elementary student, and I thought we could just talk, we are not going to do anything. Do you need help, I can get you out of here?’’ He had said, his hand going behind his nape as if embarrassed and unsure.
I had been surprised and taken aback, back then I fell in love a little bit. Now sitting together, the 24-year-old me more cynical and alert, scone at my naivety, my heart colder than when I was 14, he still wants to save me and that's the most deceiving emotion, it will make you feel like you love someone even though they are your enemy. The need to save someone can make a man abandon his own happiness in pursuit of being a saint. Maybe it's the guilt of what happened back then, maybe it's love as he says, but in this world, I cannot afford to be swept away with flattering words.
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