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Chapter One
A Captive Start
Molly couldn't say how long she had been imprisoned. It could have been a few weeks, or months, or even years. She just didn't know.
She knew that it hadn't always been like this. She knew that before, she had been doing actual work in an actual job, helping people. She knew she had been free, and the comfort of the memories of those times, as small as it was, was the only thing that kept her sane some days.
Now, she couldn't even remember where she had worked. She had the vaguest memory of the scent of rubbing alcohol and rubber gloves, and of that distinct smell that only sterile places held. Perhaps a hospital, then. She wanted so badly to remember more, but somewhere during her detainment, she had blocked out several memories of her time before it. A coping mechanism, she accepted in the same way she accepted everything now: with indifference.
Not that any of that mattered now. That life might as well have been a hundred years ago compared to her life now, the only life she had known for what felt like an eternity. An eternity of pain, and desperation, and the unending cycle of the two repeating over and over, until she felt certain she would go insane.
Now, she was reduced to the lowly status of a literal bitch in heat for her captors and their clients. She wasn't even allowed proper clothes, just a giant shirt to cover her when she wasn't in use. The term sickened her, even after months of hearing it. Perhaps because she had been hearing it for so long.
The fact was, Molly was an omega, a person who, every two months turned into little more than a writhing mass of sexual want and desire. In the real world, her classification didn't matter. She was an equal citizen, able to work in whatever career she chose.
In the real world, before all this, she had been on suppressants, a prescription drug that halted her heats and allowed her to live normally. She had dreams, of finding the alpha right for her, the dominant and protective nature to her submissive and loving nurture. That dream was long forgotten now.
Now, she was trapped in a small, dark room. The only furniture was a bed, for use when she was. . . being used by a client. The only light source came from a small crack in the door at the top of the stairs that led down into the room. It was her only way of knowing whether it was day or night. No windows, trapped underground, this was physical and physiological torture.
Because of her captors, and the drug they injected her with on a weekly basis, she was forced to endure torturous pseudo-heats twice as often as her body normally would have been able to handle. In truth, her body couldn't handle the drug and it's effects, especially after years on the suppressants, but no one seemed to care. Her cried were ignored, until they faded, and she was forced to adapt.
As if the forced heats weren't enough, she was made to share them with clients - alphas who paid to knot her through the heats. At first, she had struggled, and screamed against the unwanted intrusion, but they were always bigger, stronger, and she never had a chance. Every time though, she fought until she was tired, and simply couldn't fight anymore. The alphas used an abused her, fulfilling whatever sick fantasies took their fancy, and no one ever stopped them. Everything was fair game.
Except one rule, the only limit she ever heard, faint words muttered between client and captor. Do Not Bond. How she wished sometimes that rule would be broken, because then she'd be free, no matter what kind of freedom it was. She'd be satisfied with death at this point. Still, no one ever tried, not once, so her captivity continued.
Later, when somehow or another they got wind of her secret want, they beat her for it, beat her and screamed the rule at her as they did so, until she was screaming the words back, and apologizing for ever having had such despicable thoughts.
When they left her, awake but barely so, beaten and bruised and 'useless for at least a couple weeks," as they spat at her before leaving the room, she could still hear the mantra in her mind.
Do Not Bond.
Do Not Allow Anyone To Bond With You.
You Will Never Bond.
This was her life now.
Molly Hooper, captured omega in an illegal ring of omega sex trafficking and forced prostitution.
And there was no way out.
Chapter 1. . . . yup, cheerful, full of light, definitely rounding out to be a happy little ditty :3
This story will be filled with several bit-not-good elements, so the squeamish should not read it. This is the warning for the whole story, because if I put warnings on everything, there'd be more warning than story. Sorry!
Until Next Time! :*