Yuri manages to sleep in rather late, his body desperately needing the rest. When he finally begins waking he feels a warm and firm presence at his back and arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Soft kisses are pressed to his shoulder and neck.

Yuri hisses softly in response, trying to pull away from the alpha.

Otabek sighs softly as Yuri ruins the moment, letting go of him and sitting up. "I don't think you're going to enjoy today. The physician will be by in about an hour."

Yuri immediately tenses up, sitting up quickly and shooting a glare at the alpha sitting on the bed beside him. "You're the worst alpha I have ever met." He glares furiously, surprised that Otabek was following through with the tube feeding.

Otabek shrugs lightly. "I warned you. I gave you plenty of chances to eat on your own. You only have yourself to blame for this."

Yuri glares at him, gritting his teeth. "Perhaps, if you had given me any freedom over when and what I eat I wouldn't have refused! Perhaps, if you stopped treating me like some doll you can do whatever you want with we could come to an understanding."

Otabek rolls his eyes, leaning down to remove the cuff from Yuri's ankle. "You're not being realistic, kitten. You know that's not how this world works."

Yuri clenches his teeth. "You're the one who has the opportunity to change it! You can choose to treat me differently!"

Otabek shrugs lightly. "I'd rather not. Now, let's go get you bathed before the physician arrives." He holds Yuri's wrist, leading him to the bathroom.

Yuri does his best to dig his heals in and resist being led to the bathroom. In the end he doesn't have the strength to escape from the alpha's grasp. He hisses and growls as Otabek forcefully undresses him and starts the shower.

Otabek doesn't take the care he did yesterday in undressing Yuri this morning. He does it quickly and to the point, not pressing kisses to the soft skin he uncovers like he wants to.

For whatever reason the words of this little omega are sticking with him. The amount of spunk he has is rather amusing and Otabek isn't sure he wants to see that extinguished.

Regardless, Otabek made the appointment and the commitment and he can't go back on it. He can look to altering his ways after.

Otabek sits on the counter in the bathroom, allowing Yuri to bathe himself. He casually reads a magazine, hoping to make the omega a bit more comfortable, but still not trusting him enough to leave him alone.

Yuri can't remember the last time he's had a shower and finds that he's rather excited for it. Once he's undressed he carefully removes the bandages from his wrists and knees before he steps into the warm spray of the shower, letting out a content sigh as he feels it warm him and wash away the grime and scent of alpha that clings to his skin.

He pays particular attention to washing his hair, keeping his eyes closed and pushing the thoughts regarding what's about to be done to him from his mind. He knows the world is the way it is. He also knows that if he doesn't stick up for his thoughts and beliefs that no one else will.

Otabek lets Yuri take as long as he can allow before letting him know he needs to get out and get dressed.

Yuri takes a deep breath as he steps from the shower and wraps himself in a large plush blanket, drying himself off before he takes a pair of clean clothes that Otabek hands him. It's much the same as the clothing he had worn yesterday. He pulls on the black t-shirt and leggings quietly, not saying anything to the alpha.

Otabek turns his back to Yuri to give him the chance to have a small amount of privacy, walking from the bathroom when he hears a knock at the front door. "Come to the living room once you're dressed. You have five minutes."

Yuri is rather surprised to be alone, but doesn't hesitate to quickly pull his clothes on and take off towards the window to peer out and see if you can make it out and into the forest. He clenches his teeth unhappily when he sees the two story drop isn't likely safe and would more likely resulted in a broken bone than freedom.

He knows he doesn't have much time as he carefully sneaks down the stairs to the main floor, desperately looking for a window. He manages to find one and his it open before he hears Otabek calling his name. He is halfway out the window when a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist and drag him back into the house. "Let go! Get the fuck off me! You can't do this to me! I'll fucking eat!" He yells, kicking and beating his fists against the alpha.

Otabek simply sighs, not surprised that the omega was trying to escape. He closes the window, ignoring Yuri's thrashing as he carries him to the living room. He finds he's having second thought about this still, but follows through, holding Yuri down in his lap on the couch, lifting his sleeve to give the physician access to his arm to give him another light sedative, not wanting Yuri to injure himself in his struggles.

He had been given the option of placing a long term feeding tube on Yuri that would go down his nose, but he knew this omega would just rip it out the first chance he got. Instead he chose what he knows will be more traumatizing for him.

Yuri fights, making sure his displeasure is heard through the string of cusses that escape his mouth, trying to avoid the needle that goes into his arm. His eyes grow wide as he fights sees the tube pulled from the physician's bag. It was larger than he expected at about an inch (33.7 mm) in diameter. He shakes his head, swallowing thickly as he looks to Otabek.

Yuri has never been one to beg, and he's not about to start, but that doesn't stop the dread that bubbles in his stomach. "We'll never get along if you do this to me." He warns coldly, feeling his body become heavier as the sedative kicks in.

Otabek shrugs lightly, gently shifting Yuri so he's lying on the couch with his head in the alpha's lap. "Not necessarily. I won't allow you to see me as a week alpha. Perhaps next time you'll simply do as your told and it won't come to this."

Yuri grits his teeth angrily as he sees the physician approach, not planning on letting that tube into his mouth. He struggles against Otabek who keeps his arm braced over Yuri's own arms to keep them down and out of the way. Yuri claws at Otabek's arm, hissing angrily through his clenched teeth.

He shakes his head as the alpha takes a hold of his jaw and forces it open enough that the tube can be forced between his teeth.

Yuri is furious at himself as a whimper escapes him as the tube begins slowly being forced further into his mouth, slowly making its way down his throat. He begins gagging on it, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels like it's suffocating him.

"Breathe through your nose, omega." The physician orders with his cold, gloved hand pressed to Yuri's throat to ensure the tube is going into his stomach and not his lungs. The last thing he wants is a lawsuit caused by causing this omega to asphyxiate on the tube feeding formula.

Yuri is panicking too much at the lack of oxygen and the painful friction of the tube sliding down his throat. His eyes are wide and already filling with tears as he claws desperately at Otabek's arm, every instinct telling him to get out of this situation.

In all it only takes a few minutes to put it in place, pour the formula down the tube, and then begin sliding the tube back out. For Yuri it feels like an agonizing eternity, gagging and coughing once it's out, reaching up once Otabek removes his hold to cover his mouth in fear of the tube going back in. He feels so incredibly violated, sitting up so he can get away from the horrible alpha's touch, surprised to find unexpected and unstoppable sobs escaping him.

He curls up on the opposite end of the couch, sobbing hard as he hides his face in his knees.

Otabek frowns slightly at seeing just how upset Yuri now is. He had known he'd be angry, but he never expected him to cry like he is.

He shows the physician to the door before he returns to Yuri's side, unsure of how to comfort him. Especially knowing that he's the last person this omega will want comfort from now.

He hesitantly kneels next to the couch, reaching over to gently stroke Yuri's still damp hair. He doesn't understand why he feels so guilty. He's not supposed to. He was simply following his training on how to be a good alpha and properly care for an omega. Yet something about this, about seeing the sobbing blonde who had been spitting insults and cusses at him just a short while ago, felt incredibly wrong.

Yuri weakly shoves the hand away from his hair, not wanting to be touched by the person who did this to him. He's never felt as weak and helpless as he did just now. He'd never felt so scared struggling to breathe. He knows he has to get out of here once he gets the chance. Once the sedative wears off and he can slip out when Otabek is distracted or away. He decides that getting a broken bone from jumping out of the window would have been better than this.

This caused a different break inside of him. A break that feels much worse than a broken bone ever could.