The Districts

CHAPTER 8

When Craig finally comes to, it's to a dark room with a single light on him from above. There's a sound from behind him, followed by a click and something shutting. There's a chill that passes by him and it's only then does he realize the lack of clothing on his body. He quickly wakes fully, realizing that he's in the complete nude and lying on the floor. He sits up and briskly feels around himself, patting at his bare skin for anything.

Something cold is pressed to his neck and catches his attention. When he runs his fingers over it, he becomes aware of what it is. A metal collar.

The sound of a click draws his attention back as he looks behind himself to a door opening. Two men walk in wearing suits with ties, one in white the other in black. Craig pulls his legs closer to himself as the man in the white suit walks closer to him and the other stands guard by the door.

"I didn't believe it at first," the man in white says stopping in front of Craig. "When I heard that some product we had obtained a while back was spotted wandering the city, I just couldn't believe my ears. And yet, there you were, a perfect match in our prior product obtained database."

"Product-what? Who are you?" Craig asks.

"I'm what you'd call an entrepreneur of sorts, for a... let's say, 'service needs provider'," the man replies, "but you can call me Trent."

"Service needs provider-what?" Craig repeats confused.

"Well you see," Trent starts, "I run a certain business, that requires me to meet a demand. And in order to meet that demand, I need to obtain specific products. That being, omegas. So you see, in order to get that demand, I send out my employees to go and pick them up."

At first Craig is still confused, how did he know he was an omega? But when it clicks and he recalls what happened before and how he ended up in the district, he tenses and backs away.

"You-you're the one behind all the kidnappings! The reason for why-HA, a 'business'. Sure, okay, kidnapping people from the street and taking them away from their families and homes must make you feel real proud," Craig seethes out.

"We only target people who have little family, no family, or those who won't be missed by society, so I say we're doing it a favor," Trent tells him.

Something in Craig drops, he didn't want to believe it, but he did fall under more than one of those categories.

"Honestly, I was surprised that we found you again. Usually after an attack, omegas go back home and it makes it all the more difficult to find new ones when they do. Because they go more on guard, or move locations," Trent says. "Although I am surprised to see one like you fitting the conditions. You certainly are quite the looker, a real beauty if I do say so. I'm tempted to keep you for myself," he kneels down in front of Craig. "But after that last hit and the border's stricter lockdown, it's been harder to take omegas and get more of a profit. So I have no choice." Craig scowls and Trent examines him a bit more, before standing back up. "Tell me. Do you know the identity of the leader of that vigilante group that broke you out before?"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Craig replies.

"Heh, well no matter, we'll figure it out eventually," Trent says. "For now, I must prepare a few more things for tonight's show. But I'm sure that there will be some high numbers for you. Especially once they find out you're a virgin omega." Trent explains and raises up two fingers in a handgun gesture. "And I know you are, I made sure to do a thorough check." he winks and Craig holds his legs closer at the implication he was giving him. "Anyways, I'll be back a bit later, for now some preparations are in order," he adds before leaving the room.

There's a click as the door shuts, and another as it locks. Once alone, Craig stands and tries to look for a way out, but all there is, is four walls, a light and a door in the small room he was being kept in. When he can't find another way out, he tries to take off the collar, but has no luck with it. He ends up lying down after trying to think of what to do for when Trent comes back.