dearly beloved | scömìche

2; the florist

trigger warning: abuse

Mitch didn't see the Alpha again for another three weeks. He honestly didn't expect he ever would, and he told himself he shouldn't want to. The Alpha he had seen could end up being just like his four Alphas.

His Alphas all had different jobs, so usually, Mitch had someone home with him to "take care" of him. However, sometimes, there came a day in which all of the Alphas had to go to work. When this happened, the Alphas took turns bringing him to work with them. Bryce worked on a construction site, Luke managed a restaurant, Derrick was an engineer, and Zach owned a tattoo parlor.

Today, it was Zach's turn. "Mitch!" Bryce called through the house. "Get your ass down here! Zach's taking you to work, he needs to go!" Mitch bit back a whimper and carefully crawled out of Bryce's bed; he had been forced to sleep there after Bryce had had his way with him. He didn't know what to wear, but he decided to put on the same tight leggings and Zach's shirt this time before he rushed down the stairs.

Zach smirked and grabbed Mitch's wrist, pulling him into a rough kiss. "We get all day together, my little slut. Are you excited?" he whispered, his hand creeping down towards Mitch's ass.

Mitch squeezed his eyes shut and forced a nod. "Y-Yes, Alpha."

Zach chuckled and spanked him one more time before he grabbed Mitch's hand and his keys. "We'll be back at six!" he called, before they were out the door.

Mitch timidly followed Zach to the tattoo parlor that he owned, his eyes flitting around fearfully. However, they stopped when they landed on the little flower shop that just happened to be next door to the tattoo parlor. He always loved going in there, but he never could.

Zach sat Mitch down in a chair beside his own so he could keep an eye on the Omega. "Wouldn't want you creeping away, now, would we?" he asked lowly, setting his hand on Mitch's thigh. Mitch swallowed another whimper and forced himself to remain silent and still. Zach smirked and patted his thigh, whispering a soft, "Good boy." He took his hand away and turned his attention to the Alpha that had walked in, putting on a smile. "Hello! Welcome, welcome. What can I get you today?"

Mitch watched as the Alphas interacted for a few moments before he slowly got up and crept towards the door. He wasn't planning on escaping. He just wanted to go see the flowers. With a shaky sigh, he slipped out of the parlor and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to calm his racing heart. Mitch steeled himself and walked inside the flower shop, flinching slightly at the cheerful bell that signaled his presence. "Hi! My name is Scott, and I'm the owner of this humble little shop. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" a voice asked, and Mitch nearly jumped out of his skin, but he relaxed when he realized the voice came from the counter. His heart jumped when he realized it was the same Alpha from the convenience store three weeks ago, and he quickly shook his head and looked down before he could blush.

A smile formed on Scott's lips when he recognized this Omega. "Hey, I remember you. You were at the convenience store a while ago, weren't you? With that huge, intimidating Alpha?" he asked, and Mitch forced a timid nod.

"Y-Yes, sir," he whispered shakily, peeking up at him.

Scott smiled wider and nodded slightly. "Oh, yes. You were very cute. Where's your Alpha now?"

"W-Work, sir."

"Ah, I see." Scott nodded understandingly. "You wanted to surprise him?"

Mitch blushed and shook his head, subconsciously glancing fearfully at the door. "N-No, sir. I- I just wanted to see the f-flowers," he whispered shyly, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Scott nodded a bit and gestured to his shop with a smile. "Of course. Enjoy yourself."

Mitch timidly began walking through the rows of the flowers, admiring their soft petals. He wondered what it would be like to still be as beautiful and as untouched as them.

He lost track of time. He spent hours in that shop, and before he knew it, it was six. Mitch's heart jumped fearfully and he looked up with wide eyes when he heard the cheerful bell ringing, and he knew he was in trouble. Zach's eyes were already glowing red, and low growls erupted from his throat as he marched forward and took Mitch by the arm. "Where the fuck have you been?" he snarled, and Mitch couldn't hold back his whimper that time.

"I- I was h-here, Alpha, I just w-wanted to see the f-flowers—"

"Shut the fuck up, you little whore. I'll be telling Bryce about this."

Mitch whimpered again and began to tremble, shaking his head frantically. "N-No, Alpha. P-Please don't tell D-Daddy," he begged, but Zach just slapped him hard across the face.

"I said, shut the fuck up."

Mitch cried out quietly in pain and held his cheek as tears began to form in his eyes. Zach grabbed Mitch by the ear and began to lead him home, sending one last threatening glare to the bewildered florist. "You'll say nothing."

Mitch was thrown inside the house as soon as they arrived, a soft cry of pain leaving his lips. "Guess what?" Zach snarled, slamming the door behind himself.

Bryce and Derrick both looked up, and their eyes darkened when they saw Zach's Alpha eyes. "What?" Bryce asked, standing up.

Zach let out another growl and tugged Mitch up by his hair, causing another cry of pain to escape. "This little shit tried to escape today," Zach snarled, throwing him back down to the ground.

Bryce and Derrick made their way out from behind the couch, surrounding Mitch completely. "Oh, really? I'd say that deserves a punishment, don't you think?" Derrick asked mockingly, and Mitch shrunk into himself, beginning to tremble harder.

Soon, the house was filled with Mitch's screams as he was whipped over and over again. His punishment seemed to go on forever, but when the strikes of pain were replaced with a burning ache, Mitch was left sobbing in a pool of his own blood. He was only half aware of what was going on. All he knew was the pain that flared up when Bryce carefully picked him up and carried him into the bathroom.

Bryce dressed Mitch's wounds and fed him a banana just so he wouldn't die, then laid him down in his cage. "You don't get to come out until you prove you're a good boy," he growled quietly, then slammed the cage door shut and crawled into his bed to sleep.

Mitch bit his hand to muffle his sobs, knowing Bryce would be livid if he couldn't get to sleep. He stayed awake the whole night, hurting too much to sleep.