Cantarella

2

A/N : 

WARNING : NO BETA

CONTAINS RAPE AND SUCH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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 The ocean, a deep shade of blue. It was his favourite colour, up till now the colour still is his number one colour actually. He remembered the night time when his mother told him a story about a brave boy who sailed across the sea and discovered a land called 'Avalon'. He wanted to be that brave boy so badly. His little dream, one day he will somehow leave his nest, his huge pack and find 'his true pack'. Just as the boy found his Avalon.

The tickling salty water, it was light yet he loved the sensation of the cold water caresses his toes. Sand between his toes, the ocean breeze whipping his slick hair. The lovely tide and waves. He runs and run, enjoying the unique breeze. The beach, as pretty as he imagined.

He needs to squint his eyes to see the dazzling sunshine, keeping him warm despite the icy water of the great ocean. The water reaching his knees, he played for hours there until the tip of his finger wrinkled. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the symphony of nature.

The weather was nice, seagulls cawed, seaweed tickling his legs. No worries of pain in here. No tears, he had no problems. He took a deep breath and his mind was full of nice things, such as the old books he love and the delicious food he will eat later.

There was no fear about his future, how he must escape from the living hell. He was free here.

Amazing dream, he didn't want to wake up but the pain jolted him awake and he felt like he was being torn in half. He never steps on the warm sand. He never breathes the nice fresh air, nor feeling the salty water touching his toes, no fresh air. He wasn't free.

The poor boy tried to push it away, shifting his mind to the nice deep blue ocean. The nice kind of blue, not the sickening blue that stared at him with lust and desire to rip him open.

He moulds a pretty lie, to trick his tired mind. Thinking how amazing if he can go there together with his families, book accompanying him. The peaceful and happy atmosphere, the comfortable scent of his pack. He wouldn't have to think about how fucked up his life had become. The beach was his secure place, the only place he can think to ease his heart and calm down a little bit.

'No,' the little boy pleaded, his eyes were swollen and puffy. His whole body trembled and the adults laughed. The little boy choked on the thick scent of Alphas. His eyes teared up again, the scent was too thick for a young omega like him.

He wanted to run but he had no energy left, not after what just happened to him. Those alphas with their signature villain's smirk, thinking one thousand and one way to knot him and knock him up while admiring how pretty the little omega was.

When the reality slapped him, telling him this wasn't a place where he can pick up beautiful seashell the sea carried for him, he sobbed. One of the men near his right side groaned at his messy condition, 'We're lucky,' one of the men said, light blue eyes; the colour of Alpha's eyes.

The boy's crimson orbs, the proof he is an Omega, widened with fear. The stupid pain again, if he is standing he will surely fall to his knees. Tears streaming his face again, he tried to take a deep breath again but it wasn't helping.

'Please, stop it,' he sobbed, his body was sore from head to toes. They did him for hours and they said it wasn't enough. He wanted to see his parents and his clan, his pack. He was worried about the rest of the omegas of his clan, even though he was barely a kid, he was the head's son.

He didn't know the situation because the bad people made him wore a blindfold along the way with their horses, he was blindfolded until they shoved him into a medium tent and laughed maniacally before they started ripping his clothes off.