Run, little omega

“Remember me?” He leaned closer, his voice a low, rough whisper.  His smile was cold, almost mocking, as he watched me struggle to find my voice. My mouth opened, but no words came out—I was too stunned, too scared. Why hadn’t he killed me yet? I was at the council meeting but now….

I yanked the blanket over myself, retreating back against the wall, my body trembling. He chuckled softly, the sound dark and unsettling.

 “Don't worry, Omega. I don't eat sweet things so quickly. I like to savor them... slowly.” His eyes gleamed with something dangerous. My breath caught in my chest—did he just smile? No, he can’t. He is a devil.

“M-My clothes?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, fear tightening my throat.

“Gone. Threw them away. I don’t like dirty things.” His voice was deep, and rough, sending shivers through me. I couldn’t understand—why did he bring me here? What did he want from me?

I forced myself to ask, though my voice shook. “Where am I?” His eyes never left me, sharp and intense.

“You’re in my world now. Right where I want you.” He took a step closer, and I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, feeling utterly exposed.

“You didn’t kill me?” I asked, my voice barely holding steady. He tilted his head, a shadow crossing his face.

“No, but I could change my mind. I could cut you into little pieces right now.” His tone was chilling, a threat that made my blood run cold. I looked at the door, maybe I should try to run, even for once.

“Run.” The word snapped from his lips, and I froze, heart hammering. Did he read my mind?

“Run, little Omega.” He moved closer, his voice almost playful but laced with danger. “Why aren’t you running? Aren’t you afraid of death?” He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

“Did... did you ra*e me?” I managed to ask, pulling away from his touch, my eyes brimming with tears. He laughed, the sound dark and sinister.

“That’s not my game, sweetheart. But if you want me to…” He left the sentence hanging, his smirk making my stomach twist with fear. Relief flickered for a moment, but his words kept me on edge.

“Please, just give me my clothes,” I begged, desperation leaking into my voice. He chuckled again, leaning in closer until I could feel his breath on my skin.

“You’re so eager for your clothes, but you’re still here, talking to me. Interesting.” His fingers brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver through me.

“Please,” I whispered, not daring to pull away this time. “I am innocent, believe me. Let me go, I can do anything if you….” He put a finger to my lips to cut my sentence, his expression darkening.

“You don’t get it, do you? You think I’d bargain with a weak little thing like you?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Run. It’s your last chance.”

The command snapped me out of my shock, and I pushed him away, clutching the blanket tightly as I ran for the door.

“Run, Omega, run!” His mocking voice followed me, but I focused on escaping, my legs carrying me as fast as they could.

I reached the door, flinging it open—only to find a bathroom. Panic surged through me, but I spun around, rushing back out, hoping to find a way out. He was playing with me—like a cat with a trapped mouse.

My heart pounded as I reached a hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. I spotted a golden elevator at the end and ran towards it, praying for an escape. But when I reached it, I saw it needed a fingerprint to open.

“Please, please…” I whispered to myself, hammering the button in desperation. But then, I felt a touch—his hand closing over mine, firm and unyielding.

“Time’s up, little omega.” His voice was right behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath. My heart dropped, legs trembling as I felt his body press against mine.

“You told me to run!” I pleaded, my voice breaking, barely able to breathe.

“And you stopped.” He turned me to face him, his grip bruising my arm. “Do you think an Alpha would just let you go?” His eyes glowed with a dangerous light, and I felt my blood turn cold.

“I-I didn’t do anything wrong!” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I didn’t ask for any of this!”

His expression twisted into a sneer.

“An omega like you shouldn’t even dream of an Alpha’s mercy. Now, you’re going to pay the price.” He squeezed my arm tighter, his tone filled with a dark promise. “I brought you here with a vow—to end your life, nice and slow. You want death, right? Let’s do it.”

Pain shot through me as his grip dug into my shoulder. I let out a cry, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes locked onto me with an unnerving focus.

Suddenly, his fingers bit into my skin, and I gasped in pain. Was he really going to kill me? His cold smile sent shivers down my spine.

“You should have run faster, little omega.”