Alfred hid in a closet, shaking and biting his lip to keep himself from whimpering. He could feel Matthew shaking, too. Alfred tightened his grip on his brother and buried his face in his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

But he knew it wouldn't last.

"Come out, come out wherever you are~" a raspy voice sang in a sickeningly sweet manner. "I don't bite."

Alfred felt his stream of tears thicken.

Liar.

Bang!

"Amy!"

You certainly hadn't refrained from biting them.

Bang! Bang!

"Oh my God! Dad, please, no!"

Alfred held his breath as he heard those dreaded footsteps coming closer. They stomped loudly, as if they didn't care if Alfred and Matthew heard them coming. And Alfred was almost certain that was what was intended. This man wanted to strike fear into their hearts.

And it was working.

"Aww… No need to be shy, you two. I don't want to hurt you…" the man purred. Alfred swallowed thickly at a sudden pause, and before he knew it, the closet doors were yanked open, and he couldn't help but yelp.

The man grinned sinisterly at the teenage Omegas. "I just want to play…"

"P-Please, no, don't!" Alfred sobbed, pulling against his restraints. "I-I'll do it without it, p-please! I promise!"

A man much taller than him clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "I don't believe you. Besides, our patrons prefer their partners to be… desperate and more willing for longer periods of time," he chided with an deep accent, pressing a needle against Alfred's arm. "This'll only hurt for a moment."

Alfred let out a cry of pain as the needle pressed further into his body until all of the horrible substance was released into him.

Alfred let out an almost relieved sigh when he heard the door shut.

Almost, because he knew this would happen again when he was "well enough" according to Ivan's standards. Right now, however, his whole body ached, he was drenched with sweat, and dried blood was caked on his inner thighs.

The male Omega thought his heats had been horrible before, but nothing compared to being raped during one. Because his whole body burned with need, and it didn't want to fight back. Fuck. Alfred curled up into a ball on top of his sheets. When did he become such a whore?

An hour or two after his "patron" had left, there was a knock on the door before a tray of food was thrown in. Eventually he worked up the will to move — despite the protest of his aching muscles — and nibble on the food. After eating as much as his stomach would take, he painfully limped into the bathroom and into the shower. Although the water was cold, it felt good to have the sweat and blood washed away.

As Alfred watched the blood go down the drain, the yearning for freedom was stamped slightly away.

Arthur looked at him in shock, and the doctor paled. "Oh my lord… I'm so, so sorry… The pain and suffering you must have endured…" the doctor breathed. "I've… I've heard of medication to induce heats before, but it's purely experimental and should not be used on such a frequent scale…"

Arthur appeared to have regained his wits when he finally managed to ask, "So, doctor... Do you think you can help him?"

The doctor sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Possibly," he replied. "I've never dealt with such a case, so I can't say for sure... But I'll do my best. I'll take some blood to see if Mr. Jones here able to take certain kinds of medication to stabilize his hormones, and due to the nature of the situation, I'd like to give a full examination to see what effect this has had on Mr. Jones — particularly his reproductive system. It's possible it could be damaged." The doctor looked over at Alfred again. "Would that be all right, Mr. Jones?"

After a moment of contemplation, Alfred just shrugged and nodded. "Sure, I guess..."

The doctor flashed a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back, then." And with that, the doctor had left.

There was a long stretch of silence before someone finally talked again.

"I..." Arthur paused. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be," Alfred murmured. "Wasn't your fault."

"Still. I can't imagine how horrible that must have been..." Arthur said softly. "How'd you manage to get away?"

Alfred paused. "Well..."

Alfred and a few of the others had been planning a way to get out of this place for a while, and in the end it was decided that only one person could get out with a fake, harmless copy of the heat injection. Being the youngest and strongest of the group, Alfred was decided to be the one to escape.

It wasn't easy, but they managed to do it. They switched out Alfred's injection with the fake.

Alfred still fought against Ivan when the fake was injected into him; after all, it would be strange if he didn't. As always, it ended up rubbing his wrists raw due to the strain of pulling against the restraints. Afterwards he was placed in his room to let the "injection" take effect, and as such the door was left unlocked. After all, it was near impossible for an Omega to walk during a heat — let alone run.

Alfred had almost gotten out without problem until he unintentionally set an alarm off by leaving the building without a passcode, which his fellow friends hadn't accounted for.

From there he had run and sprinted, been shot, and had eventually found Arthur and Gilbert.

"I see..." Arthur murmured under his breath. He abruptly stood up from his chair, which nearly made Alfred jump, and began walking away. "I'll inform my father of this immediately. Those other Omegas have to be saved."

"Wait!" Alfred's hand shot out to grab Arthur's wrist, which successfully made the prince stop and look at him with a perplexed frown. "Please, yes, help them, but... Please try to find out information about Matthew Williams from there. Please."

Arthur was shocked by Alfred's desperation and fear — and maybe it was his Alpha instinct or just because Alfred was somewhat tolerable occasionally — but all he knew is that he wanted to calm the ill Omega down.

"Of course... But may I ask why?"

Clearly debating on whether or not he should tell Arthur, Alfred paused for a few moments before finally speaking.

"He's... He's my brother."