am waiting. For something, anything. I am kept in the dark for so long, I lose my five senses it seems. I sleep curled up into a ball, blank stares upon my face in the pitch blackness.

I hear whispers outside of whatever I am in. Low, quiet whispering. And shouting mixed into the bunch.

The door opens.

The light is scary. It burns my retinas. I see the blinding light, right before my death. I recoil tighter into my curled up ball. I dont want to know what comes next.

"Get up." I hear a voice call into the darkness. I try, but my legs do not support me. I fall down like a newborn fawn.

"I said, Get UP!" I hear the gruff voice call again, but I am voiceless. I can not tell him my problem with standing.

I can hear him come closer to me, stomping his was into the pitch blackness. I feel the pull of my upper arm and I'm dragged out, getting closering and closering to the death like light.

He pushes me in front of him, and I stumble upon the ground. The light is blinding. I can't see. Everything hurts.

As my eyes adjust to the surrounding light, I can feel the feeling has come back to my legs. I stumble as I do, but slowly, I stand up.

Men in black clothing and big black coat stand here and there. It's a warehouse, I suppose. They bicker and bitch to each other, about what, who knows.

"Come here, omega." It takes me a second, but I realize the man calling for an omega is talking to me.

I walk over to him. He has a strange beard. Untamely, unruly. He points to the table next to his hip and says "sit up here."

I obey and curse my submissive omega behave. My fear plays a part in all the commotion too.

I shake as I jump up onto the wooden table layed out before me.

I sit patiently as the man comes back with another four men with him. One wears a big coat grey colored, two are in all black clothing, and the last one has a grey shirt with tight black pants.

The one's eyes, bright like the sun, meet mine. He smiles at me. Widely. Smirks at me. I look away as soon as I possibly can. "What a beautiful boy! He'll sell nicely!" One of the others smack him over the head. "DON'T say shit like that in front of the boy!" Sell? Sell?! I start to thrash around. I need to get out of here!

"Get the boy down, now!" Says the guy who was the there first.

All at once, hands from every direction come out and grab me. Multiple hands grab my arms. Two on my right and left lower arm, two on my upper arm. They slam my back against the wood table. Two more hands grab my calves, both the right and left as I start to kick around at the men. What good that did.

"Look at what you have done!" I stare at the man talking. His fedora and beard go nicely with his personality. Both ugly as all hell. He comes closer, much closer to my face. "Now you listen here, lil bitch" as he spits on my face, I can smell his onion breath "you are gonna behave, or Ill have to punish you."

I gulp audibly.

"Got it?"

I gulp again.

"Answer me when I talk to you, you piece of shit!"

I nod.

"Good, good." His mouth turns at the side into a crooked smirk.

I can't talk. My voice is gone. I feel like my throat is dried out. Maybe I need water. I'm not sure, but breathing is a chore for me. I drift in and out of conscious while laying on the table.

"Check him John." The man with the beard says to the man next to him. The man with sun eyes, John, smiles at me again.

"Sure thing, Robert." John looks at the man with the beard, Robert I assume, and nods swiftly. He comes up close to my ear and whispers. "This is gonna be fun...for me at least." I can feel a fat tear roll down my cheek. What are they going to do with me?

I can feel the man, John, unbutton my pants. No no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO! I don't want this. Someone please help me! As he pulls my pants down, I thrash and whimper.

"no no no no no no" I whimper again. "Please..." All my words come out in raspy whisper like voice.

I can feel one of them feel around inside of me. I hate it. He curls his fingers inside of me and I yelp. "Heat can be coaxed. Shall I do it sir?" He smiles at me again as he curls his finger again.

" Yes, he'll sell quicker I suppose."

He thrusts his fingers inside me faster and quicker, causing me to groan in pain. My ass throbs in pain at the intrusion. As he curls his fingers inside me, I feel a jolt of pleasure race through me. I can feel my private parts move. What is going on? I don't like it! "What's going on...?" I am still raspy and whispery.

"I'm gonna make you feel reeeaal good, lil omega. Just you wait!"

He curls his fingers again at that spot and I shake and whimper. "Ah, ah, ah! I found your prostate. Good. This is where the fun comes in."

He touches my privates. "THAT'S dirty! Don't touch me there!" I thrash again, knowing I need to attempt to get out, get back to mom and dad and Mikasa and Armin. They all miss me, and I miss them.

"HOLD HIM DOWN BETTER YOU SHITHEADS!" Everyone holds me even tighter, causing me to bruise in places where their where hands meet my skin. "He is such a precious boy, isnt he John?"

"Yes he is sir." The man smirks at me.

"But sometimes precious boys need to be punished. Especially when they misbehave..." Both men look at me.

"Id be glad to do that for you sir." He continues to stroke my walls and I whimper. It feels so uncomfortable. His hand leaves my privates, and I, for once in this situation, am happy. But it's short lived as the man brings his hand down to my butt cheek. A loud slap sounds the quiet warehouse and echos inside. Another, and another till I am left sobbing, crying out for help from anyone. Any of the men.

My butt cheek, I can feel, is bright red and painful. I can feel it throbbing. "John, you can stop now. I think he has learned his lesson." Yes, yes I have. I won't move again.

"We will have to get back to what we were doing, huh?" He still has that wild smirk on his face. He places his fingers back inside me, two, and a hand around my private parts. He pumps my privates, in both places. I sit and take it, sobbing from the pain my butt is still in.

After a while and more jolts of pleasure run through my body, white stuff comes out of my privates and something wet comes out my butt. It is slippery and I hate the feeling of it.

"He is ready everyone. You all can let go of the boy. John you can go wash your hands awhile. I will take care of the boy."
"Yes sir!" John replied, already licking the slick and cum off his fingers. He leaned over the boy and whispered, "You taste as good as you look. Haha."
Robert picked the shaking boy up, bridal style, and carried him over to one of the beefed up men. "Carry this boy over to the changing rooms. We have to get him ready. He'll be last choice."