I had a client today.
He didn't wear any protection, and I wasn't given anything to ensure I didn't get pregnant. The clients have been getting reckless.
I am thrown to the floor of the room by a rouge. I am helped up by Six. He leads me over to the wall and sets me down on the floor.
"Are you alright?" Seven asks from the other side of me, not being able to move from yesterday. Five is not here yet. I guess his client is going slower with him.
"Y..yes. No protection though.." I say. Seven sighs sadly. "I think they are doing it on purpose. Trying to produce more 'product'.." Two days from the other side of the room. My breath hitches in my throat. "Do you mean..?" I start.
"Yes. They want the births to kill us. Then they'll have more 'product' to work with." Two confirms. "How do you know" Six asks quietly. "They were talking about it last night. I was passing by after my client, I didn't say anything then because I thought maybe it wasn't true. Until.." She replies.
"Until..today.." I say. "They were talking about taking another pup yesterday. What'll happen to it, do you think?" I ask. "They may get older ones to occupy the clients as they come." Seven suggests.
The door opens and Five is thrown in, beaten like usual. Five's clients are always the roughest. Because he's an Alpha. They didn't realize this until after he turned 12. That's the age you are confirmed to be Alpha, Omega, Beta, or Unlabeled.
Whether a female is an Omega, Unlabeled, Alpha, or Beta, doesn't matter, she can still produce an offspring. But when it comes to males, only Omegas can produce. I am the only male Omega left. Seven and Two are Unlabeled. Five is an Alpha. Six and Four are Betas.
The rouge unexpectedly leaves the door open. A female Beta by her scent. "I will be back in 3 days. Be sure to be ready to take whatever you have with you." She states quietly. She then shuts the door. All of our eyes are wide open.
What? Does that mean....we are going to escape? Does that mean..we'll be free..?
- - -
It's the next day now. There is a lot of commotion going on outside.
Before I know what's happening, the door opens just as we wake, a little boy is thrown inside. I quickly aid him. He backs away scared and crying. Beaten for the first time.
"It's alright. I will not hurt you. Neither will any of them." I state quietly. Before anything else can happen, 4 more children are thrown in. 3 other boys and a little girl. She can't be more than 3 years old. The others come to help. All of the kids crying and shaking from their first beatings.
After a while, they become comfortable and calm down. We figure out that the first little boy is 6. The name he was told was his is Thirteen. The two boys were twins. Both 5. Fourteen and Fifteen. The next boy is Sixteen, he's 6 years old. Then the little 3-year-old. We only assumed she was given the number Seventeen.
They all ended up asleep. Two got Thirteen, the twins ended up with Four, Six, and Seven. Five got Sixteen, and I got Seventeen. I cradled her in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.
How can this be happening with 5 new pups? I thought the plan was to only grab one.
Why? Why is all this happening?
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FantasíaZero, Five, and Seven are their given names. It's all they've ever known. They are used to getting beaten for asking questions, for talking in general really. They were kidnapped when they were only pups/kids. Taken from the only family they ever kn...
