Yuri finds it incredibly disorienting being kept in the dark, helpless and unaware of his surroundings. It's a bit frightening. He lays curled up on the floor, trying not to think about the horrible pain he feels between his legs, aching from what was done to him. He twists his wrists against his bindings and tries to free his mouth from the bar gag.
He isn't sure how long he slept for, and without his sight or anything to indicate the passing of time he won't be able to sense it anytime soon. He's anxious knowing Victor could return at any moment.
Every second feels like an eternity. He jumps when the door finally opens and a set off footsteps approach him, kneeling down in front of him and unstrapping his gag to remove it from his mouth.
Yuri stretches his jaw a bit, his breathing quick from his anxieties.
Victor simple chuckles softly. "You're still so nervous, little omega? I haven't even started yet. We need to get some food into you first. You're still far too skinny." He reaches down, tracing cold fingers along Yuri's visible ribs.
Yuri flinches at the cold touch, suppressing a whimper. "I-I'm not hungry..."
Victor rolls his eyes. "Don't lie to an alpha." He holds a bowl of oatmeal, scooping some onto the spoon and pushing it to Yuri's lips. "Open."
Yuri turns his head away, his nose wrinkling. "No. I already said I'm not hungry."
Victor narrows his eyes, setting the spoon down to swiftly slap Yuri. "Do not lie to an alpha. It's been at least two days before you've gotten anything into your stomach. Your medical files show that even then it was through tube feeding. Do you want to be tube fed again?"
Yuri flinches at the painful slap, gritting his teeth. His naked body goes rigid as he remembers the horrifying experience of being tube fed. He shakes his head a little bit.
Victor nods. "That's what I thought. Now open your mouth."
Yuri frowns faintly, though relents, accepting a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. It doesn't have much of a taste, but he finds that eating after going so long without causes his stomach to ache after only a few bites. "N-No more…" He whispers timidly.
Victor frowns at the small omega. "You don't stop until you're told to stop."
Yuri swallows thickly, already becoming afraid of opposing the alpha. "I-I can't stomach more… I feel sick…"
Victor rolls his eyes. "Don't complain. When an alpha offers you food you eat it and thank them." He forces another bite into Yuri's mouth.
Yuri whimpers softly, eating the bite and trying to ignore the ache in his stomach as he swallows. He flinches as another hard slap impacts his already stinging cheek.
"You THANK an alpha when they offer you food." Victor says sternly.
Yuri swallows back a sob he's surprised to find in his throat. "Th-Thank you, alpha…" He whispers softly.
Victor smirks softly in satisfaction. "That's a good omega. Have some more." He forces another bite to Yuri's lips.
Yuri eats it, trying not to gag. "Thank you, alpha." He whispers again, just barely managing to get it out before his stomach rebels against the quantity of food it hadn't been ready to take. He coughs weakly, curling up on his side, gagging as the contents of his stomach escape his throat.
Victor cusses in disgust, moving back to avoiding getting the vomit on him. He grabs Yuri by his hair to keep him from resting his head in the vomit.
Yuri flinches as he feels the tight grip in his hair and the burn on his scalp from the pull. He swallows thickly, breathing hard, feeling miserable. A towel is roughly wiped across his face before he's picked up, a hand checking to make sure his blindfold is secure before carrying him out of the room.
"You may be more trouble that you're worth, omega. You should apologize for making a mess." Victor's voice commands in an icy tone.
Yuri frowns a bit at this. "Fuck you!" He snaps back sharply, furious that he was in trouble for this. "I told you I couldn't handle more."
He cries out as his body is carelessly dropped on the cold hard floor of another room. "Omegas do not swear!" Victor growls out, placing a well-aimed kick to Yuri's stomach. "Omega's do not talk back!" He drives his point home with a second hard kick.
Yuri gasps for breath, the wind knocked out of him. He curls up on himself to try and protect his stomach, finding his fear rising. He struggles against the tight bonds around his wrists, struggling not to cry. He's being pushed to his limits.
Victor grits his teeth as he pick Yuri back up and dumps him on a bed. To Yuri's relief he unties his wrists, only to retie them to the headboard. Yuri struggles against them, soft sobs escaping his lips as he tries to curl up on himself, his body wracked with so much pain from all of the abuse he's been put through.
Victor walks to a cupboard, pulling out a vial and syringe, drawing a sedative into the syringe. He walks back to Yuri and pushes the needle into the omega's arm, injecting the sedative into his body.
Yuri doesn't put up much of a fuss over the needle, barely noticing it through the rest of his pain. He welcomes the darkness that it brings, letting out another miserable sob before he falls into unconsciousness.
Otabek finds he greatly misses his fiery omega, hating that he's let Yuri down. He should have been the one to find him. His omega should be recovering in the comfort of his home, not in the hold of a breaker.
He finds himself sleeping on Yuri's side of the bed with his face pressed into his pillows to catch any whiff of the beautiful and delectable scent of his omega. He texts Victor Nikiforov frequently for updates, wanting to make sure his Yuri isn't being mistreated. He never receives any reply though, much to his frustration. He knows it means there's no good news for him.
He's left pining for Yuri, wanting to save the blonde from his misery and bring him home to prove his loyalty and devotion to him. To prove he'll be a good mate that will provide for him and keep him comfortable and cared for. He knows he's not getting any of that from Victor, and it angers him to no end.
Every day work seems to drag by. After work he stops at Victor's house and stands on the porch, pounding on the door and demanding to see his mate. Every day Victor answers the door and threatens to call the authorities on him. Every day he returns home alone, irritated and frustrated and longing for his mate.
He does research on breakers when he finds he's particularly upset and needing to know what's being done to Yuri. He never does it for long though, finding horrific stories of broken omegas being returned to their alphas with no personality left. He doesn't know what he'll do if that's how he gets Yuri back.
He hates the fact that Yuri is being hurt and he's helpless to stop it. He hates more that he caused Yuri pain in the first place. He hates most the idea that he'll never get the chance to prove himself a good mate to his blonde omega. If he only gets a broken or dropped omega back, he may never get to see the bright and feisty Yuri he's fallen in love with back.
When Yuri wakes he finds that on top of all of his other pains, his throat now aches as well. It takes some shifting for him to realize in disgust that the ache is from the tube that runs into his nose and down his throat to his stomach. He doesn't have to see to understand it's a feeding tube. He figures he should be grateful he's being fed this way over the last tube feeding he received, but he's too tired and in too much pain to feel that way.
He vaguely recognizes a familiar scent close to his face. He nuzzles his face towards it, frowning a bit as he recognizes it as his alpha's scent. He hates that he feels drawn to it, but would gladly take the somewhat gentle treatment he had mostly received over the harsh and cruel handling he's now getting.
He finds the scent calming, taking it in and pressing his cheek to the cold leather that gives off the scent, taking in a deep breath.
Yuri flinches as he feels weight shift onto the bed beside him, cold hands slowly stroking along his thighs. He recognizes he should know better by now than to resist or fight, but he can't stand being touched so intimately. It puts him into a panic as he vividly remembers harsh hands forcing his legs apart to forcefully knot him.
"D-Don't touch me!" His knee jerks harshly to push the hand away, his small body trembling. His resistance is met with a sharp slap.
"Don't resist the touch of an alpha! Thank them for giving you the attention you need." The cold voice of Victor commands.
Yuri feels his blindfolded eyes fill with tears as he shakes his head. "N-No!" He whimpers out. "I-I won't th-thank s-someone for molesting me!" Another harsh slap follows his words.
Yuri sobs harshly after almost an hour of this arguing, refusing to believe that he should thank someone for touching him when he doesn't want it. Refusing to believe that, based on this teaching, he should thank his rapist for ripping him apart just because he was an omega and should appreciate any touch from an alpha.
He's slowly being worn down by this constant conditioning. He can't stand being touched though. He doesn't want to be touched at all by this cruel silver haired alpha. Especially not in such intimate spots that are already in so much pain from before.
He desperately craves comfort, but receives none. Victor no longer trusts the blonde omega enough to allow his mate to be near him. Especially considering his mate is expecting and he won't let anything happen that could put the pregnancy at risk.
Yuri struggles to remain strong, to not break. It's hard though. Everything, including his own instincts, tell him to give in and break and allow the alpha to tell him what to do. That if he gives in things will be much easier for him. He knows if he does that, he'll be giving up everything he's fought so hard to keep.
He flinches as the hand strokes along his thigh again, his thigh that burns from countless slaps from Victor deciding he didn't want to bruise Yuri's face any further. Yuri flinches but doesn't pull away this time, simply whimpering and trying to stop his sobs.
Victor smirks in satisfaction when he isn't met with resistance. "That's better, but we're not quite there yet. We'll try some more later." He stands quietly, walking out of the room, leaving Yuri to his lonely misery.
Victor walks upstairs after he turns off the dim lights entirely and closing the door, leaving Yuri tied to the bed. He makes his way upstairs, going straight to the bedroom where his own previous omega is resting in his nest.
Victor smiles at the sight of his beautiful omega, leaning close to kiss his lips softly, climbing into the nest.
Yuuri pouts faintly at the kiss. "You smell of that other omega…" He lets out a little huff. He has a nasty habit of getting jealous at the fact that Victor spends so much time with other omegas.
Victor kisses Yuuri's neck lightly. "I'll go bathe then. Would you care to join me?"
Yuuri can't help his small smile as Victor kisses their bond mark. "I suppose I wouldn't mind that."
Victor grins, picking his mate up and carrying him to the bathroom, beginning to fill the massive tub with warm water as he dotes on his mate. He's always been rather good at switching on and off his work side.
When he's working he can be as focused and cold as he needs to be. It's a competitive job after all, and he needs to do his best. When he's not working he can be as carefree and devoted to his mate as he would like.
He absolutely adores his Yuuri. He would do absolutely anything for him. He proves this by giving Yuuri anything he could possibly ask for. He wants to show Yuuri he loves him and his child.
Yuuri doesn't find it difficult to love Victor in return. He's surprisingly gentle with him, constantly caring for him. He smiles as he's placed in the bath, nuzzling into Victor beside him. He does his best to ignore the scent of the scared and anxious omega that drifts through the house from the basement.
