Yuri first woke as he was being carried by his rapist and laid in the backseat of his car, whimpering in pain and tensing up as he pushes against his firm hold, tears in his eyes. He grunts into the gag in protest.
The alpha laughs coldly. "I didn't expect you to wake so quickly, little one. Are you wanting a round two?"
Yuri shakes his head hard, his eyes wide in absolute terror. He most certainly does not want that. Not when he is already in so much pain.
The alpha only takes Yuri's terror and pain as encouragement though, especially seeing how he's switched from defiant to submissive and scared so quickly. "Don't worry, I'll give you what you need little omega."
He climbs into the backseat with Yuri, closing the door behind him, looking around to make sure the small parking lot is empty before he begins working Yuri's leggings down again, forcefully spreading the little omega's legs again and pulling out his own cock.
Yuri is grateful that he passes out almost as soon as his damaged body is penetrated this time, only a soft scream managing to escape him before he goes limp and silent under the cruel alpha.
The next time he wakes he's on an exam table with his arms strapped down and his legs in stirrups. An unfamiliar beta stands between them, talking to a silver haired alpha that he vaguely recognizes, but doesn't know from where.
The silver alpha has an angry frown on his face, looking to the beta. "This won't do. This will set back our training. Get the needed tests done and find the bastard hunter that did this. This isn't legal and he deserves to lose his license over this. Don't give me the confidentiality excuses! Get me the damn name!"
He looks like he's about to go into another rant when he notices Yuri's weak squinting eyes watching, biting at the bar gag that's still secured in his mouth with a grimace of pain.
The silver haired alpha frowns, looking to the beta doctor. "Get on with it. Stitch him up already. I don't have time to wait around." He steps forward and gently strokes Yuri's hair, which clings to his face and neck with sweat from the pain and fear.
"Don't worry, little one. We'll get you patched up and your training started as soon as possible. Just relax for now."
Yuri isn't sure if they gave him anything for the pain. He still felt more than he had ever wanted. His body tenses as he feels the sharp pain of having his damaged body stitched back together.
He screams against the gag in agony until he finally feels the pain drag him back into the darkness he is beginning to welcome.
He knows he's been drugged when he becomes aware enough to know what's going on around him, but remains in a haze that won't let him move much or even open his eyes. He vaguely feels a strong presence against him for a short while, feeling soft touches that terrify him, especially considering the strong alpha scent that surrounds him.
The scent reminds him of the agonizing pain he still feels between his legs, wanting to scream but not able to get anything other than a whimper out. He feels a sharp pain against his scent gland, but isn't able to piece together exactly what it means. Eventually the figure leaves and he falls back into blissful unawareness.
The next time he wakes it's different. He can fully wake and open his eyes. His body immediately tenses at the unfamiliar room, beginning to shake. He doesn't normally recognize his own scent, but he definitely notices it now. It hangs in the air heavy and thick.
He chews on his lip as he looks to the cupboards that line the walls along with the chains and straps that decorate the walls and ceiling, some even on the frame of the bed. It doesn't take much for him to understand he's in a training studio.
He tries to sit up, to devise a way out, but immediately regrets it, hissing as sharp pain shoots up his spine that originates from his wounded intimate areas. He feels tears fill his eyes as the memories begin swirling in his head. The memories of what happened to him. Of being pinned down and forcibly knotted.
He hates feeling so emotional and hurt, but he can't help it. He needs to stay strong, but a part of him is already wanting to give in.
He gently reaches a hand up after a while, frowning at a strange ache he feels coming from his scent gland, whimpering softly as he feels the scar there, realizing he's been marked.
Panic swarms his mind. He can't be marked. Who marked him? It must have been that alpha that raped him… He feels as though he's going to throw up as he thinks about being claimed and forced to be mates with such a cruel person. He knows he wouldn't survive such an abusive relationship for long.
He can't stop the panicked sob that escapes his lips, pressing his hands to his face as he weeps. This wasn't how he had imagined his life to go. This isn't the life he wanted.
He flinches as the door opens, a familiar omega slowly walking into the room, extending his scent out to try and calm Yuri. It takes Yuri a few moments to piece together that it's the omega from the omega house.
Yuuri walks over, one hand cupping his belly protectively as he hesitantly moves to sit on the bed beside Yuri, wrapping his arms around him and gently stroking his hair. "Shh, it's going to be okay. You're safe now."
Yuri shakes his head weakly. "I-It's not safe… D-Don't lie to me… This world isn't safe for omegas."
Yuuri frowns. "It doesn't have to be as bad as you think it will be. Your alpha isn't as mean as you think he is…"
Yuri swallows thickly, weakly trying to push the other omega away at this. "He raped and marked me. Being dead would be better than this hell."
Yuuri frowns. "Your alpha? No, from what I understand it was the hunter who… who hurt you." He swallows thickly, looking down as he adjusts his glasses. "Your alpha is Otabek. He marked you earlier today. To protect you."
Yuri looks away, rubbing his palms against his teary eyes. "Bullshit. It wasn't to protect me. He's selfish. All alphas are. They only do what they do to benefit themselves…"
Yuuri looks upset. "Not all alphas are like that. My Vitya is kind and gentle."
Yuri glares at the Japanese omega beside him. "To you maybe. I'm only here so he can break me. Don't be ignorant. He won't be kind or gentle to me."
Yuuri sighs softly, looking away. He can't deny it. "If you hadn't run away it wouldn't be like this… You wouldn't have been raped if you hadn't run off…"
Yuri grits his teeth angrily at the little omega, unable to harness in his rage after feeling as though Yuuri has just told him he deserved what happened simply because he ran off. He lets out a furious growl, shoving the pregnant omega off the bed. "Fuck off! Stay the hell away from me! I don't need some lap pet telling me that I deserved to get hurt because I wanted to be free! It's not a crime to want to have fucking autonomy!"
Yuuri flinches as he's shoved off the bed, holding his stomach protectively as small tears gather in the corners of his eyes, whimpering softly.
It's only a few seconds later that Victor bursts into the room, a cold and furious look in his eyes as he looks to the omega that just shoved his mate.
He hurries over to Yuuri, nuzzling him and trying to soothe him as he scoops him up into his arms. "It's okay, my Yuuri. Are you hurt? Is our pup okay?" He quickly carries his omega out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Yuri can't shake the cold shiver that races down his spine as he thinks of the icy blue eyes that just glared at him. He whimpers nervously, regretting his actions as he curls up on himself.
He remains awake, curled up like that until the harsh and angry scent of the alpha returns shortly before the door opens.
Victor stalks into the room, going through the cupboards and dressers before he walks over to Yuri, rather roughly pushing him onto his back. "I hadn't planned to get started until tomorrow. But you forced my hand when you decided to lay your hands on my mate."
Yuri swallows thickly as he's pushed onto his back, his body going tense as he shoves the cold hands off of him. "Don't touch me! You don't care about him anyway! All you care about it what's growing in his womb!"
Victor slaps him hard, his eyes narrowed. "Rule number one. Don't tell an alpha what to do. Rule number two will be not to refuse an alpha's touch. We'll get to that in a moment though. A good alpha will care for their omega. An alpha cannot care for an omega that refuses to allow them to do so."
He picks up Yuri, ignoring his struggles and cries and cusses, carrying him out of his studio to a room a few doors down. "Since you're too injured for my typical training techniques, we'll have to get creative."
Yuri shoves and pushes against Victor, terrified of whatever is about to happen. "Fuck off! You can't treat a person like this! It's not right!"
Victor sighs softly as he opens the door to a pitch dark room. "Your foul mouth will have to be dealt with as well. Swearing is unbecoming of an omega."
Yuri growls angrily. "My secondary sex shouldn't dictate who I am as a person!"
Victor rolls his eyes. "Well it does." He carries Yuri into the incredibly dark room, setting him on a mat on the floor before he pulls out a blindfold, tying it tightly over Yuri's eyes before he takes hold of Yuri's bandaged wrists, using some soft silk scarves to tie his wrists securely behind his back.
He crouches down, pulling a pocket knife from his back pocket and getting to work at cutting his shirt off. "Clothing is a privilege you will have to learn. You were only given it before as a courtesy to your mate. He's rather protective of you. In my opinion, he deserves better than a brat like you. I'll shape you into a much better mate."
Yuri shivers a bit as he lays on his side, naked. He swallows thickly, trying to come up with something to say in return. "Fuck you." He manages to get out when he can't think of anything else, grunting as a hard boot comes into contact with his stomach.
"I suppose we'll have to get a gag out too." Yuri hears footsteps out of the room that return slowly and stop in front of him. His chin is held tightly as a bar gag is forced between his teeth.
Yuri panics at the all too familiar feeling, memories of earlier surfacing. He shakes his head hard, struggling desperately to get away from it. In the end he loses and the gag is firmly strapped around his head.
Yuri breathes hard, feeling his heart pumping hard in his chest as the footsteps leave and the door closes. He feels panic rise, set on edge at the helpless position he is. His wrists squirm against the ties, his head shifting to try and rub the blindfold off, hating the loss of his vision Hating the feeling of being naked and helpless.
It takes him several hours of panicking before he finally exhausts himself enough to drift into a troubled sleep, finding his mind swirls with nightmares of what's been done to him and what's going to happen to him in the upcoming weeks.
