RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 4: SILO II

That was one reason why he kept rebelling,
knowing fully well that if he remained untamed,
they would loose interest in him just the way they did for mako,
and then his chances of escaping to freedom would be high.
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A day in the silo...

It's not like he didn't want to leave the silo, he's been planning to, but in his own way. Leaving the silo not on his will meant being owned, and he didn't want that. He didn't want to be owned nor did he want to searve as a slave to some weirdos. If he was to be taken away tomorrow, all his newly developed plan of escaping would be destroyed.

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"WAKE UP!!" Harsh cold water came spraying into the cells, jolting the prisoners awake. Hoseok groaned, shifting to a corner, avoiding the sprayed water as best as possible. This was the only way they were cleaned, no soap, no scrub, Just that.

Honestly, the omega was irritated in himself too. He couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a proper bath. He knew he stank so badly, skin as crispy as corn flakes, covered with torturous scars.

Signing, he pushed his wet hair off his face, tying it up in a messy bun. Another thing they were all made not to do was cut their hair, in order to look more "feminine like." To their buyers. Majority of the prisoners hair, both male and females, omegas and betas were lower back length. That was supposed to be one of the beauty standards in the silo. One time Hoseok had chose to rebel, stealing a razor and cutting his hair extremely short. He regretted doing that for he smelt hell till his hair grew back to the required length.

The harsh spraying stopped and a new pair of white uniforms were thrown into their cells. Hoseok hurried to pick it up, not wanting to get it soiled on it's first day, for he was to wear that for a week.

He frowned, noticing a difference. His uniform was silk, having floral like designs imbeded in it. His pant too wasn't a trouser this time, it was a short, a tight one.

"You good?" He heard Mako voice say.

"Always feeling like shit." The omega answered, turning his furrowed gaze to the elder. "Why is my uniform different?" He queried, moving the fabric to the elder's line of view.

Mako shrugged, taking off his shirt to replace with his new set, "you're probably just lucky to have a better skin friendly material than the rest of us."

That didn't seat right with Hoseok. This was obviously a new fabric, specially sewed to his size and perfection. He remained quiet, fearing the worse as he began changing.

"Never knew you were this sexy." Mako whisled, arms crossed over his chest as his gaze scanned the omega in his new set.

"Fuck you!" Hoseok flipped him off with his middle finger, making his way towards the small gap in the cell to pick his meal. It was nothing special as usual, just a small bowl of boring looking salad, a white healthy snack bar and a cup of water which had some unknown vitamin pills dissolved in it.

Hoseok was thankful for the vitamin pill, for he wondered how far his chronic illness could take him if not for that. He had something called Thalassemia, a genetic disorder that affects the production of hemoglobin, leading to anemia and blood transfusion dependence.

Now he wasn't even sure what all that mean for he was still very little when he found out. Apparently, he had fainted one time in middle school and was rushed to the infirmatory. After that, his step sister had secretly taken him to the hospital without their parents knowing. There he found out about his illness and was prescribed drugs to mentain it. He still has no idea what that is, or how worse it could get. Since he was brought into the silo, he couldn't mentain it and had almost gotten caught numerous times. Thanks to Mako who found out sooner and occasionally helped him to steal some meds from the clinic.

Not long had they finished their meals did the guards come for inspection. He couldn't help but notice the hungry gaze they were giving him each time they passed his cell. It was irritating. He felt like tearing down the iron bars that separated them and beating the shit out of them.

"Hey Jade! You're sure you good? You look like you're about to tear someone apart." Mako whispered, enough for the younger to hear.

"Do I ever feel good?" The omega whispered back, "and yes I certainly want to kill someone... no, people." He corrected, glaring gaze not leaving the inspection guards.

Mako chuckled, shaking his head. "you're such a mood."

"WHO WAS THAT!!" A guard yelled coming closer towards their cells.

"Crap." Mako panicked, not ready for another torture today, he thought he was silent enough.

"That was me!" Hoseok answered, earning a surprised gaze from Mako.

"Jade! are you crazy?!"Mako whisper yelled.

"Just shut up, you don't want to get beaten, do you?" Hoseok whispered back, gaze not leaving the approaching guard.

In a blink of an eye, Hoseok's cell was opened and a three in one long whip was sent trashing over his back.

The omega remained still, eyes tightly shot, trying to contain the pain.

"You fucking Maverick!!" The guard growled, sending another trash at his back. Don't think you can outsmart me just because you did to others. I'll fucking end you right on the spot!!" He spat, sending another trash to the back of his legs.

Hoseok opened his eyes, hard gaze challenging the man. "Then do it." He spoke horribly calm, sending a questionable shiver down the man's spine.

"Come on! Go ahead! Kill me!" The omega continued, his hard gaze on the man, challenging him even further. Hoseok knew he couldn't beat the buff guard, especially right now that he didn't have any weapon on him, he had lost his knife back at the woods. But provoking him to the last was enough satisfaction for the omega.

The guards face reddened in anger, sending a harsh blow to his face. Hoseok stumbled backward, back hitting the wall not so nicely. His nose was bleeding now, staining his white shirt, exactly what he wanted. He smiled, gaze shifting to the tall man.

"I think I might need to change my clothes, you just helped me soil this." He spoke with full on sarcasm, taking off his shirt, leaving him bare chested with only his tightshort that did no justice to covering his round juicy butt properly. "And inspection time is over sir, you might get into trouble."

Just as he said that, the head guard came into their line of view, approaching Hoseok's cell. "What's going on here!" The man raged, angry gaze at the now shivering inspection guard.

Mako who had been guiltily watching, swallowed a laugh, finally catching on Hoseok's antics. "Fucking bastard." He muttered to himself, still mentaining his upright posture.

Hoseok sure was a bastard, a human with a completely different intellectual sense. It always surprised Mako how he could always plan ahead of time, no matter how limited or short it was.

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