“Wait—” Beau started, voice rougher than he intended.

By the time he managed to shake himself back to awareness, they were already in the basement. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls, stretching unnaturally, making the space feel tighter than it actually was.

“Didn’t I promise you something?” Yun started smoothly, finally turning to face him. There was something off about his expression.  

A slow smile tugged at his lips. “The best experience of your life,” he continued, voice lowering slightly, “with an Omega.”

For a split second, Beau could only stare before a wave of disgust hit him.

“Are you serious right now?” His voice came out sharper than intended, disgust slipping in without restraint as he yanked his hand free, stepping back again like distance alone could fix whatever this was.

“I never agreed to that,” he snapped. “I came here to help you with Jolly, not... this.”

There wasn’t any reaction Beau had braced for. Instead, Yun crossed his arms, leaning back like it was all… normal.  

“Come on,” he said, a lazy sigh threading his words. “We’re already here.”

His chin tilted slightly toward the deeper part of the basement. “Just take a look.”

A click rang out as Yun’s fingers pressed the switch. In an instant, the basement’s dark corners were bathed in harsh, unflinching light.

Beau’s eyes snapped shut instinctively, the sudden brightness burning against his retinas. He groaned, raising a hand to shield himself, and when he blinked open again, he was ready for anything his mind could imagine.

But what greeted him wasn’t something his imagination had prepared for.

A smaller figure sat at the center of the room, starkly illuminated, bound by a steel-thick choker that dug into the curve of his slender neck. Thin ankles were cuffed, the chains linking them to the floor in taut, immovable lines. The way his body sagged slightly made it clear he had been there long enough to stop fighting, to stop hoping.

Every instinct in Beau screamed to turn away, but his eyes were rooted on the scene.

Those amber eyes, once bright, were hollow. A silent plea for release lingered in them, a wish for death, unspoken but screaming through the absence of light in his gaze.

The boy’s clothing offered a cruel irony; a long, white t-shirt barely clinging to him, hiding only the upper portion of his mid-thighs and torso. Everything below was exposed, vulnerable, and broken. Marks ran across his skin, bruises, bites, and the deep, angry impressions of a collarbone recently punished. 

No words came immediately. There was only the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead, the faint clang of the chains, and the faint, ragged breathing of the boy who had been made to endure everything the human mind should never contemplate.

Beau’s fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms. Rage, revulsion, and helplessness surged together like molten fire in his chest. He felt dizzy, his vision swimming slightly as he tried to process the sheer horror of what he was seeing and the understanding that this was real, this wasn’t some nightmare he could wake from.

A firm, deliberate pat landed on Beau’s shoulder, sudden enough to make him flinch.

“Look, isn’t our Jonah beautiful?” Yun whispered just behind him.

The words hit him like ice-coated knives. Beau’s breath hitched involuntarily, caught somewhere between disgust and disbelief. The name chimed in his mind like a sweet bell, the kind that once brought warmth and tenderness in memory.  

And now?

Now it was laced with hunger, possession, and something uncomfortably carnal coming from a mouth that reeked of cruelty and twisted control. The purity of the name curdled instantly under Yun’s tone.

“But the most beautiful part…” Yun drawled, his voice silk wrapped around steel, each word falling from his lips like a drop of poison into still water. “isn’t just how he looks.”

Each footfall was deliberate as he closed the distance without hesitation, crouching beside Jonah’s crumpled body. Fingers slipping under the Omega's chin, lifting it with a casual intimacy that didn’t belong here.

‘Don't!’

The thought slammed into Beau’s chest before he could stop it. His whole body vibrating with the effort of not grabbing that wrist and twisting until the bones ground together and the fingers that dared to touch without permission were forced to let go.

Yun tilted the face upward, exposing features that had once been pretty. A doll in every sense. 

“It’s how well he obeys,” he murmured, thumb pressing lightly over the plump lips.  

Leaned in, his lips brushing against Jonah’s ear, voice loud enough to carry beyond just the two of them.

“Spread your legs for me, Jonah.”

He released Jonah’s chin. Then rose to his full height and stepped back, arms folding across his chest as he watched.

And Jonah simply obeyed it.

There was no hesitation. His bound ankles parted with the mechanical obedience of a lock clicking open. His knees fell outward. Lower back pressed against the floor, arching just slightly, presenting. The rope around his ankles creaked with the movement, the fibers frayed from years of the same command repeated.

With a soft murmur of approval, Yun stepped aside, pride evident in the way he revealed the sight to Beau.

Between those parted legs, spread wide and helpless, was a ruined cunt. Folded flesh that had once been pink now mottled with purple and red, glistening wet not with arousal but with the aftermath of use.  

Beau’s head snapped away. His eyes slammed shut. His hands came up, pressing against his face, whole body shaking with the effort of unseeing what he had already seen.

‘Shit...’

Yun's tongue clicked, soft and disapproving, the sound of a teacher who had caught a student looking at the wrong answer.

“What’s wrong, Beau?” His voice alone making nausea coil in the latter's chest. “Don’t you feel it? The pull… the temptation?”

Beau’s teeth sank deeper into his lip. Blood welled and he swallowed it down along with the bile rising in his throat.  

“Don't be shy.” Yun continued, tone dipping into something mocking. “We've already fucked that little cunt over years. It's really just so fucking flexible now.”

He was crouching again, his fingers finding the ruined flesh, spreading it and the sound that came from the figure on the floor was a whimper. A sound that had been worn down to its barest essence after years of screaming. But it pierced through the basement air like a blade, straight into Beau’s chest, and wrenched.

His head snapped back before he could stop himself. And that was a mistake.

Two of Yun’s fingers were pressing into the pink ruin, showing it off like something to be admired. Jonah’s body was trembling, his legs shaking, his hips jerking, trying to close.

“Hey,” Beau finally found his voice. “Let's stop—”

Another weak, trembling whimper slipped out, stopping Beau mid-sentence.

“Things would be simpler if he were infertile,” Yun mused, tone almost thoughtful. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements.  “Would’ve saved us the trouble. It’s… inconvenient, that he gets pregnant far too often.”

The last thread of Beau’s restraint snapped. In two long strides, he closed the distance behind Yun. Bending at the waist, he grabbed Yun’s arm and yanked him backward with a harsh, controlled force.

Caught off guard, Yun stumbled, his crouched position throwing off his balance as he was forced backward, nearly losing his footing before landing a few steps away.

A sharp, narrowing of the eyes stole the easy amusement from his face. “What was that—”

“Well,” Beau cut in, forcing his voice into something lighter, almost careless. He let a lazy smile crawl across his lips. “Didn't you say you wanted me to have the best experience?”

Moving just enough to shield Jonah completely, he continued casually, almost like a joke. “So, I guess that makes him mine… until I’m done. No one else gets a say in this.”

His gaze slowly swept over Jonah, lingering longer than it should, appraising like one would a prize. The churn in his stomach he swallowed whole. With a faint, careless shrug, he murmured,

“And I really don’t like others meddling in my things.”

For a moment, something dangerous flickered behind Yun’s eyes, the Alpha in him rising at the challenge. But as quickly as it came, the expression eased back into something familiar. That lazy grin returned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. “Possessive type, huh?” He let out a low chuckle, brushing off his sleeves. “Didn't peg you for one.”

‘Good. Bite the bait.’ Beau thought, heart hammering. “Didn't peg myself either,” he admitted, tilting his head toward Jonah as the boy curled in slightly. “But now that I see it...” He let the sentence trail off meaningfully.

Rage clawed at him, begging to be unleashed. But Beau swallowed it down. If he lost himself now, the door to saving Jonah would slam shut. So he played along, pretending to toy with the situation.

“Right now, though,” The latter said, injecting a note of exhaustion into his voice, running a hand through his hair, “I don't have the energy.”

He let out a yawn that wasn't entirely faked. The adrenaline was starting to crash, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness that made his limbs feel heavy.

“I want my turn tomorrow.”

Yun blinked, eyes narrowing as if still trying to measure just how much Beau had changed in the blink of a moment. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Beau rocked back on his heels, hands slipping into his pockets. “I don't do rushed. When I take something apart, I want time to enjoy it.”

Every words tasted like ashes, but he pressed on. “Until then, you guys have to control yourselves.”

Studying him in a long, breathless pause, Yun’s grin slowly widened, sharp and knowing. “Didn't know you had it in you.” He clapped Beau on the shoulder, hard enough to be a warning, light enough to pass as friendly. “Fine. We'll keep our hands off until then.”

To be continued...