Yuri lays back in the bathtub, taking note of how nice the water feels on his aching body. The lights are dimmed with only a few candles here or there. His blindfold was finally removed but after going weeks with it on, his eyes are terribly sensitive to light. Painfully so. Victor has been moving slow with getting him adjusted to seeing again, not wanting to risk permanent damage, and now just happens to be some of the time he gets it off.
He's been left unsupervised and unrestrained, which feels almost odd. It's been days since he's acted out or fought against the alpha, so he's certainly earned the small freedom, and he savors it. He stretches properly, rotating between being curled up in the water and spread out. He rubs his aching muscles, scrubbing sweet smelling body wash over his skin. It's not a scent that the omega would usually choose for himself, but that doesn't matter. He doesn't get to choose anything for himself anymore.
He moves on to his hair next, scrubbing it thoroughly before applying conditioner to give it time to soak. It's horribly tangled and matted after the time it's gone without proper grooming. Apparently, neglect is just another tactic in breaking down omegas. He tries to be patient as he picks through snarls and knots, but the longer it takes the more frustrated he becomes, and tears begin to surface. Even now, alone in a bathtub, he feels so helpless and broken down, struggling to even brush his hair. Of course, it doesn't help that it's been months since his last haircut, giving his hair the chance to grow down to his mid back instead of the preferred length just above his shoulders.
He doesn't give up despite the frustration, finally getting out the last of the knots, watching how the soft blonde locks float in the water around him. The water is becoming cold, but he doesn't feel ready to get out. He doesn't feel ready to return to that bed in the dark room where he knows he'll be blindfolded again and potentially tied down.
As if sensing the apprehension of the omega, Victor walks in, walking over and crouching beside the tub and testing the temperature of the water with a finger. "The water is getting cold, little one. Don't you think it's time to come out?" He asks, a test within the question.
Panic flashes across Yuri's face, fingers fiddling a bit in his lap. "I- um.." He pauses for a moment, trying to think up the correct answer to avoid punishment. "Whatever you think is best, alpha." He bows his head, avoiding eye contact with the other male.
Victor smirks, gently reaching over to allow a few locks of blonde to fall between his fingers, admiring the color and softness. "Good omega. I do think it's time. Please rinse your hair and drain the tub. Call out for me once it's done and I'll help towel you dry."
Yuri nods, feeling frozen in spot. "Yes, alpha." He whispers, waiting until Victor has stood up and left the dimly lit bathroom to relax.
He takes a shaky breath to calm himself, laying back to rinse the remaining conditioner from his hair before he pulls the drain, rinsing any remaining suds from his body in the time it takes for the tub to empty. When it's done, he feels frozen again, realizing how uncomfortable calling out for an alpha to come help him makes him. There's no alternative to it, though.
He swallows thickly before he looks to the door. "I'm finished, please come help me." He isn't sure if he was meant to address Victor as alpha again or what specific words were required, but that's a common game the two seem to play. Victor gives an order knowing Yuri won't know the basics and uses it as an excuse for punishment or reprimand.
Yuri almost feels relieved when Victor comes in with a soft hand instead of a heavy one, helping him from the tub to make sure he doesn't slip before grabbing a rather large and surprisingly soft towel, rubbing it over the omega's body. He seems to enjoy rubbing the fabric over the other's body, focusing on whatever piece of anatomy makes Yuri squirm the most.
Once dried the blindfold is picked up from the counter where it had been left before the bath, secured over the blonde's eyes. "We'll have Yuuri braid your hair, so it doesn't end up like such a rats nest again. Are you going to eat tonight, or will we need to have the feeding tube reinserted?"
Yuri visibly cringes at the mention of the feeding tube. It had been taken out the night prior before dinner, which he had eaten without issue. He had breakfast as well but come lunch he was horribly nauseous and begged not to be forced to eat in fear of being sick. "I'll eat, I promise. I just didn't feel well. It won't be an issue again."
Victor nods firmly, even though the blonde omega won't be able to see such a gesture, tossing the now damp towel into the hamper before he takes Yuri's hand to guide him. "Good boy." He praises in a light tone, smirking as he takes note of the way the omega's scent shifts so quickly from nervous to relieved. It would seem he's far easier to control now.
He guides Yuri to the bedroom, leaving him to stand in the center of the room while he retrieves a large t-shirt, slate grey in color, and helps him into it. "You'll eat upstairs with us tonight. If you misbehave in any way, you're not going to like it."
The small blonde swallows back a whimper at the threat, giving a small nod. "I'll be good."
"Good."
The meal is uneventful. Victor and Yuuri take turns feeding Yuri bites of food, not wanting him to make a mess by attempting to feed himself blind before he's used to it. They eat their own food, making small talk amongst themselves. Mostly sweet comments regarding the preparations needed for their baby, which was finally confirmed with a recent pregnancy test from what Yuri could gather through the conversation. It causes a rather painful twist in his gut. Clearly Yuuri was getting everything he ever wanted. How lucky.
After the meal Victor cleaned up while the two omegas make their way to the living room. Yuri sits at Yuuri's feet, his back leaning against the other omega's knees as his hair is carefully braided. The feeling of soft fingers in his hair feels nice. It takes him back to the memories of kinder days of preparations for dance recitals.
He ends up closing his eyes, his head leaning back into the other omega's lap. He even dozes off for a while, enjoying the soft carpet under him and the hands that continue to gently stroke his hair even after it's fully braided. He doesn't notice when the lights are turned off and a movie turned on, his blindfold removed to allow him to watch in the subdued lightly if he wishes. He's never been one for movies, though, so instead settles on sleeping.
When the movie ends Yuri is awoken to the mated pair quietly doting on each other. It's almost sickeningly sweet. He can't help but think of all the time Victor has kicked or hit him. How could any omega feel safe with an alpha capable of such violence? Yuuri has seen firsthand what's been done to the young blonde yet has done nothing to help him. For that, Yuri can't forgive him. No matter how kind the ravanette may be now, those words that claim he deserves to be treated the way he has won't leave him.
Eventually, Victor stands and encourages his mate to go sleep, causing Yuri to tense up. He quietly prays that it's just to supervise and make sure his charge makes it to the basement bedroom safely, but something tells him that won't be the case.
With his mate gone and unable to witness whatever he tries to do, Victor stands and helps Yuri up, leading him down the stairs. Thankfully the small omega's eyes have adjusted enough so as not to be too uncomfortable as he's subjected to more light than he's used to along the way, but he finds himself blinking more than normal.
They make their way down the stairs and into the bedroom that Yuri has become so familiar with. He tries his best to hide his fear, glancing up at Victor in an attempt to puzzle out what might be planned. The silence gets to him. It's his first mistake of the night deciding to fill the silence himself, fidgeting a bit as he makes his way towards the bed. "Thank you for dinner. Oh, and for allowing me to sit with you and your mate through the movie⦠It was nice to feel human again." He winces a bit at the choice of words at the end.
Victor's lips twist into a smirk. "Poor omega. You don't feel human? Poor thing. I haven't done anything to make you feel such a way. But I can. Why don't you take off that shirt and kneel on the bed for me?"
Yuri's entire body goes ridged. It's posed as a question, but he knows it's a command. One he really doesn't want to obey. It's like walking a tightrope with Victor, and truth be told a great deal of the time the commands tend to end worse than the punishments do. His eyes remain trained on the ground as he removes the oversized t-shirt, hesitantly setting it aside and resisting the urge to cover his body. It was only a few hours of clothing but being naked again feels so uncomfortable.
He slowly moves onto the bed, swallowing thickly as he stares down at the bed spread to distract himself as he kneels as instructed. He closes his eyes entirely as Victor walks forward and slides his fingertips up along Yuri's sternum, smirking a bit. "Good omega. Isn't it so much nicer when you just behave yourself? It doesn't have to be hard."
The alpha's hand lifts, fingers lightly stroking over the omega's soft lips, watching him closely to check for any sign that would indicate he might get bitten before he slowly pushes his index and middle finger into the blonde's mouth. The pads of his fingers stroke over the soft tongue for a moment before pushing further, brushing against the back of the omega's throat to check his gag reflex. Sure enough, Yuri gives a small cough, whimpering as his entire body shudders with the urge to pull himself away and get the fingers out of his mouth.
With a chuckle at the blonde's clear dislike of the action, Victor removes his fingers. "Good. Now show me proper presenting position."
Yuri trembles a bit, swallowing thickly and struggling not to panic as he slowly turns and lowers his chest to the mattress, keeping his legs tucked under him with his ass lifted. He jumps a bit as he feels hands grabbing at the globes of his ass and spreading them, his breathing increasing as he feels as though he can't take in enough oxygen.
A single finger pokes at his entrance and he all but loses it, jerking his hips forward and shaking his head desperately. "N-No! Please!" His voice is heavy with desperation. "I've been good! I've done as you've said, and I didn't do anything wrong! I-I can't! I can't handle being touched there! Plea-"His voice is cut off by a noise that's somewhere between a scream and a sob, feeling that finger forcing it's way inside of him. The feeling is so raw, sending him back to painful memories of having something much large being forced inside of him. The residual saliva from the fingers being in his mouth first help it go in easier physically, but emotionally Yuri feels as though he's being ripped open all over again.
Victor lifts his spare hand from where it had rested on the omega's ass, rubbing over his back as he pushes his finger in completely. "You're okay, little one. Deep breaths. You need to get used to this. You know your alpha will want to use his omega properly." He begins sliding his finger back out just to begin working the second finger inside, managing to work them both inside fully before he pulls them both out and gives the omega a pat on the hip, wiping his fingers off on the other's thigh. "It would be much easier if you could just learn to relax and slick up."
Yuri barely hears a word being said between sobs, somehow frozen in place despite how much he wants to run and hide. When the fingers finally pull out and he's no longer being touched he curls up tightly on his side, hiding his face against the bed sheets. Images of his brutal rape play in his head, remembering the agony of being ripped and the hot blood and semen that poured down his inner thighs.
When he does come to enough to hear words, all he hears is a mention of a follow up doctor's appointment tomorrow as the alpha leaves the room, turning off the light and locking the door behind him, leaving Yuri to sort out his own feelings after having his greatest trauma triggered.
