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@❀┊jiang xiche ᵃ The man’s fingers inside him felt like bugs rubbing and scratching against his walls. His threats filled him fear, but what could he do? He had used all of his strength and now each movement felt laborious and painful. Wen Fan knew he had no chance of killing this person. He had nothing to fight with anymore, so he split his lips into a smirk and forced a laugh. “And I thought your pack was the nicest one.” He growled faintly. “Go ahead. Do your worst. Once I leave, I will forget all about you!” Wen Fan refused to show weakness. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction- and yet the stress of the whole situation had him fighting back tears of exhaustion. He didn’t let the salty drops escape his red orbs. Not a single tear spilled down his cheeks and he was proud of it.

[ sorry, short replies ;; i can't do long posts rn ]

@☼┊wen fan ᵒ The alpha smirked when the cried was force to a stop when the omega gritted down on the teeth. He enjoying the way the omega are fighting back, holding back, yet the other clearly doesn’t see how he enjoying each moment of it. He enjoy when the omega shown a strong will to not break down before him, to not showing him the sound they made or the reaction of their body from the torment he handed to them by force. But that didn’t meant he wouldn’t enjoy them when it was given to him so when the omega wheezing on the floor while being sprayed down by water and curled up. Whatever the omega going to give him would be nothing but an enjoyment to the alpha and that is when he laughed, chuckles when he heard the omega weakly whimpered at him although it seem like it would have been a growl if the other’s throat wasn’t badly worked by other meant before. “Don’t worry, I will surely do that to you soon,” he said, mocking the other’s words in respond to his prior mockery. “But if you can kill those bastard that called themselves family toward me, I am gladly appreciate that. However, if you can even manage to kill me, that would be be fate have given that I won’t die of illness, how miserable would that be.” He chuckle, whispering against the omega’s ear as he know what the other meant by that curse as well as the other’s intention on those words.

Chuckled darkly when he heard the yelp from the omega, knowing well why that come out. His fingers continues to shove inside the other’s no longer sacred core, cleaning out the inside while he enjoying the male’s reaction of the body. “Hm, not yet, clearly, you aren’t fully ruined yet,” Heechul replied as his fingers now just ing into the sub’s just to torment and teasing the other that it won’t end so soon. That wasn’t just it as he slightly crooked his fingers, letting his nails dragged gently against the soft wall. If he put pressure on it, the omega’s inside would bled but not yet. “What do you think if my nails putting more pressure down inside? How beautiful would it be for the color you wore so often now coming out from your inside? That torn wall clamping down on my thick flesh as I you open, maybe it would derail and open up one of the wound. Maybe I would give you another hole inside your own hole? Or could I be ing against your organ? What do you think?” He whisper sadictically with the intend to do that after taunting the omega. Surely, no one has ever thought of what he has just said but that didn’t ended there. “Or maybe I should cut open right here,” he speak, hand pressing against the omega’s abdomen. “That would be a wonderful place to enter your body, and straight into your stomach so you don’t have to swallow my load.”

@❀┊jiang xiche ᵃ Wen Fan sat there on the fresh corpse, still warm and bleeding and glared up at the Jiang with all the remaining strength he could muster. He wanted to lash out, he wanted to try and hurt him too, but he had far surpassed what he was capable of enduring. His 'partners' had not been gentle with him when they'd still been alive, and the fresh bruises blossoming on his white skin told that story. Vague but deep marks of hands, where he had been gripped and grabbed, littered his limbs and his neck. His whole body ached. Even the slightest movement was painful, even breathing. One too many times they had thrown him against the wall, to the floor, and crushed him with their heavy bodies. Each breath elicited a sharp, stinging pain in his chest. Wen Fan was capable of healing all of his wounds, normally, but he had used an unusual amount of his powers today already, and he couldn't take any more. He heard the Jiang talking to him but he couldn't really hear what he was saying. Wen Fan's consciousness was clinging to a spider's thread, just barely hanging in there. 'Bred full of ?' Through the dizziness those words reached him. That's right. Had it been half a day? It felt like it'd been so much longer than that. He'd been ed open more times than he could remember, more brutally than he cared to remember. He'd drank a fair share more of as well.

He cried out when he was grabbed by the shoulder and dragged across the floor, but quickly grit his teeth together. He didn't want to whimper and cry again. Being dropped onto the floor left him wheezing and then he was being sprayed down. On instinct, he curled up trying to 'defend' against the water, but he quickly let it wash over him, only protecting his face. The water was clearing his mind and waking him up. It was hard to spot behind the messy long black hair, but he smiled, grinned, at the other's words. He'd slaughtered them. Like the pigs that they were. They deserved to be chopped up and fed to their mothers! Wen Fan didn't answer his question. He didn't want to, first of all, and, second of all, his throat hurt. Whatever concern he caught in the other's tone was immediately ignored and dismissed, although it was hard to ignore how... surprisingly gently he was being touched and treated. His red eyes flickered to the other's orbs, confusion, irritation and anger flashing in his own. " you.", he growled, well, whimpered, weakly in response to his mockery. "I hope you and everyone you care for die a miserable death." Wen Fan meant every word and if he could, he was going to contribute to that fate.

"A- ah!" He wasn't quick enough to bite down his yelp when he was picked up, his abused hips placed on the counter. He had to lean against the Jiang to not fall over while the other cleaned him inside. . He squeezed tears out of his eyes. . . , how humiliating! Wen Fan was quivering in rage even as he held onto the Jiang. Not that he would ever admit it, but the thought that he wasn't done yet - that he'd have to endure even more - scared him. He felt the other's fingers very clearly as they... rummaged... around inside his stretched, used body, scraping out the that trickled down. He twitched and flinched every now and then, tiny sounds slipping past his tightly pressed lips. It was embarrassing. "You ruined me already", he pressed out, "there's nothing left to enjoy." Maybe he could convince him there was no point in ing him now. Maybe he could rest a bit. He was really... really tired...

@☼┊wen fan ᵒ Heechul was still drowsy, after his body twitching back from his brother personality, which give his body a bare minimum amount of rest while he felt like he has slept half the day away. In truth, he probably has slept about four hours total which decided two hours before each side of himself took control over this shell. Good thing was that he was an alpha, or else, no human could enduring the twitching constantly between two identities to do their work within short time frame and also have time to chatter with other. However, the nasty stench of a omega pheromone, a very strong one at that, woken him up completely. His nose crunched before a pair of digits go up to cover his nose. Although it was sickening but he couldn’t denied that he was getting affected by it with each breath he took through his mouth. No matter how much he hate omega, his body still is one of alpha and the natural respond to it was, children not welcome scene.

As his eyes take the scene before him, the bloody and burned bodies of the alpha’s guard. The ruthless manner in which the omega killed the last one whom probably been drowned in the rut state and just want to the only omega senseless. He watch as the omega enjoying the last male ing into his filled core against the wall before the black widow like wolf murder his partner with that blue flame while still being attached by the . “So damn loud, good thing I left you all here to enjoying the last day of your life with this ,” the man said as he walk closer, almost barfing at the stench of burning flesh, , blood and that horrid smell of omega pheromones mixed in the air. “Seem like you can’t even stand up anymore hm? After all, spending half a day being bred full of , that is unlikely to have even the strongest alpha withstand such workout,” he said, mostly talking to himself than waiting for the omega to answer. He pick the omega up by the shoulder, not worrying about the other going to burn him. He doubt that the other have much strength left to have that fire going again, not after lashing out toward the 12th alpha. One hand held the weak shell of wen fan, dragging the body using his strength toward the bathroom, it was a good idea that his basement have a bathroom for occasion like these.

Dropping the omega to the wet floor, spraying the man down with the water and begin helping the other to clean up. “I must said, you have intrigued me. Although being attacked by all these alpha whom are clouded with their rut, you still manage to slaughter them. I have to applaud to your strength, however, that brought me a question, out of curiosity, why aren’t you doing the same with the husband whom are nothing more but a master of a toy, you?” A genuine concerns was lace in the alpha’s voice, which quickly turn into the sound of mockery as he didn’t want to show concern for such a weak creature. “Or maybe you enjoying that, being abused by and acting weak.” His eyes rolled as he carefully cleaning the man’s fingers nails, removing all the blood stain, and flesh from underneath. He show great care, as if he cherish the omega yet his voice shown nothing of such other than that one slip up.

Once finish up cleaning the male, he now finally pick the other up and sat the man on the counter, over the sink. Turning on the tap, he leaning close and shove two fingers up that stretches , ing and scissoring, scooping out as much of those alpha’s from inside while at the same time pushing water from the tap into. “Tsk, so much inside, I got to clean you first before I can enjoy a piece of you, myself,” he grumbling as he continues to cleaning the omega inside up. “Well, look at you, so sensitive, after all that , you should be.”

@❀┊jiang xiche ᵃ When the Jiang re-entered the basement, the first scent to hit him was the overpowering, enticing pheromones of the omega: not too sweet, and addicting. Next were the raging pheromones of the one remaining alpha, and finally: blood. All the guards but one were dead. The last one was lying on his back, his hands digging into Wen Fan's slender waist, in pleasure, as Wen Fan rolled his hips onto the thick inside him. Long black hair, sticky with sweat and clung to his pale, bruised back as he leaned down. He slid his hand up the alpha's chest tenderly and brushed their lips together. Wen Fan whimpered against the man's lips, brows furrowed as if in pain and then, with a moan, kissed him. The alpha pushed himself up and Wen Fan in his arms, pushed him up against the wall, bouncing the omega roughly on kiss . Wen Fan cried out in pleasure with each , his arms wrapped around the man's neck. The alpha, the strongest guard of the group here, came with a growl inside him, and in that very moment, Wen Fan latched onto him tightly and let the blue flames that emanated from his body devour the alpha. He fell to the ground, not dead just yet but close, screaming, and Wen Fan who was still knotted to the alpha, fell on top of him. Wen Fan ripped his neck open with his fingers, reached in and tore his carotid artery. That was it. He was dead. The knot inside of Wen Fan faded, but he didn't stand up. He didn't have any strength left in his legs after hours and hours of . He just raised his head to look up at the Jiang, red eyes dark, panting. There he was, an omega in a sea of dead alphas. Of all the dead, only the last one, only the one Wen Fan was still straddling, had visible burns.

@☼┊wen fan ᵒ Heechul sat there on his comfortable daybed while watching his guards attacking the weak omega. He was yawning, finding the omega as boring as ever, just like any other weakling that making excused for themselves by saying it is in their nature to be weak yet they never fought to strengthen their body and just accept the cruel fact nature handed over. He watching as the omega futile attempt to fight back, but at least that was entertaining, at least it is telling him that the omega didn't exactly accepting his fate to the fullest. However, he knew that it was almost there, it was almost that point where the omega just shut up and accepting his fate as being born as a omega, as being born to be weaker. That though, didn't change the fact that the omega earned a little respect from him but that wouldn't stop the alpha from beating the man down. He doesn't want to see a little willingness to fight. He want to see the omega actually fought and walk his way out of his grip through blood and bone. Not tears, that is the last thing he want to see was the other seeking for pity. Pity never work. Never.

A smirk crossed the bored alpha's lips when he watch as the omega jump toward the alpha and successfully killed a strong alpha. That deserve a clap but he wouldn't give that to the omega. This has gotten a twist of event. It turn out the omega hasn't completely succumbed to the pitiful life and there is still fire in the other's heart. He is enjoying this. He like when the weak, or what seem to be, showing that they weren't weak. He like to see that fire burn, the fire of being stronger, of not be in this situation, of not being bullied, of not having control over their own life. That fire to survive and be above other, to protect oneself and the one they love.

Heechul didn't even moved one inch. He just laid there, watching and enjoying the chase even if everyone soon was out of his sight. It didn't matter if he can watch everything. What matter was the result. After a long moment, he watch as the guards has brought back the omega to him. He glances at the now unconscious omega before glancing at the guards, noticing the fewer in number currently present. Surely, that omega has manage to taken another one life on that frail fingers. Not to mention, the omega manage to injure most of the guards and they seem to be ready to torn the omega into pieces, if allowed.

"Interesting, yet still too weak," his voice bored into the thin air. He didn't mind that the guards was being slaughtered left and right. He didn't care about their life as all he care was them serving him or else their life and their dearest life would be ruined. Of course he have loyal dog that he wouldn't want to die under any situation like this and hence, those aren't here. He glance at the lead of the group of guard. Instructing the man to gather a few mores alphas to join and telling them to do whatever they wanted with the omega as they please, even if they want to stuff the omega during the other's unconsciousness. It didn't matter what they do, as long as they don't leave any permanent injuries on the omega. He still hasn't have his fun with the other yet.

With that, he left the room as the sleepiness seem to creep up. It's was a mystery but that wasn't to be discussed here. Once the alpha left, the guard begin to have their way with the omega. Sound of grunt, pleased, skin smacked, wet slapping, and more sound was pouring out from that room. The scent of , , and blood was reeking out of the basement room as well. It was probably hours before the alpha once again return to the stench and mess state of the room, the dozen of alphas and most of all, the omega.

@❀┊jiang xiche ᵃ The man’s words rang in the omega’s ears: 'Pig. I’m a pig? He’s right, why didn’t I fight back? Because it was scary? Because I got used to this? Because I’m afraid of something that could be worse?’ Wen Fan’s mind was spinning. The other’s snigger made his skin crawl and he screamed again. He did not like this feeling of self-loathing and weakness, but the scream that was meant to expel all such thoughts from his mind did nothing to help. He’d been so young when he’d first learned that the best strategy was to just put up with it and survive, until the right moment for revenge came. When had he started putting up with things that were done to him, without the prospect of sweet revenge? When had he given up? That was simple enough to answer. This marriage had done this to him. He was fighting every day, but never against the root of his misery. The man spoke once more and Wen Fan burst into tears. He was shaking as the flames engulfed him and he scurried away. Wen Fan stuck his fingers deep into his throat, eyes widening as he gagged. It took several attempts and several punches to his own stomach but then finally he started coughing up more of the seed. He hated how it tasted on his tongue and screamed once more. It didn’t help this time either and now there were pheromones in the air, drowning him. The omega cowered against the wall, called up into a ball. Adrenaline shot through his veins, fuelled by anxiety, panic and a deeply rooted and very primal terror.

Wen Fan wasn’t just an omega, he was a half-blood, and born with a frail constitution on top of that. He was physically inferior to even most omegas, not to mention that using his powers put a heavy strain on his body. A little protective flame was nothing, of course, he had trained himself enough to be able to do that, but full out attacks or shields were a whole other story. The guards were nearing him, surrounding him and Wen Fan started to hyperventilate. He was backed up against the wall but still trying to get away, as if the wall could swallow him up and save him. He was looking at the alpha who was closing in to attack him, eyes wide, his red eyes shining in the room, but he looked too scared to be focused. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to bow down, to prostate himself before the alphas and seize his resistance. - "Kill the evil clan!" His heart sank. "Kill the Wen! Revenge!!!” - He remembered what the Jin clan alphas had roared as they chased him down the streets of Lanling, hunted him, cornered him like a rabbit. The fear from then combined with the fear he felt now and when one of the guards lunged at him, Wen Fan jumped up towards him. The omega’s hand made contact with the guard’s chest and before he could do anything, Wen Fan had melted away his flesh and bones, grabbed his heart and burnt it to cinders. The remainders of the alpha crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll, the omega on top of him.

Wen Fan was not thinking at this point. With one down, there was an opening in their line-up and the door was right there. He ran forward and grabbed the handle. No one had locked it. He ripped the door open and ran out. He wasn’t thinking, he was just running from the pheromones. The guards were not slow and well-trained, they didn’t let him get far. As he ran, Wen Fan had had to extinguish the fire around him and now a hand reached out and grabbed his fluttering long hair. He was yanked back and Wen Fan lost his balance, but he reacted quickly. The fire was back, just on his fingertips and he dug them into the guard’s neck. Half-decapitated, the guard released Wen Fan’s hair and died. Wen Fan didn’t stick around to watch, he was running blindly down the hallway, stumbling, gasping. Two guards cut him off. He was thrown against the wall, tossed to the floor, kicked, punched and stepped on until he was spitting up blood. He tried to pick himself up, to use his protective fire again, but the flames were weaker now and all he did was burn the guards - which just made them angrier. When he’d finally stopped moving, unconscious, the omega was dragged by his hair back to the room and thrown down in front of the Jiang alpha.

@☼┊wen fan ᵒ Through the whole ordeal that the omega when through, the main culprit was just sat there on the couch to watch. The scene was awfully familiar yet there is a blockage in his mind that hindrance the memories to come forth. No matter how familiar this is, how he felt like he was in the position of the omega before, which ridiculous in his mind, he found the disgust of how weak the omega was. He want to see the omega fought and actually win. He didn't mind that he would end up being injured but all he see was the omega succumb to the abuse by this almost Rouge group of his underling. Disgusting.

Disgusting. He repeated in his mind when the alphas seem to have their fill on and in the omega. The sight of the Wen wolf was sickeningly filthy with on every single surface. Not to mention that that was gagged out from the man's mouth and now created a puddle on the gray floor. "What a pig, you drank so much that your stomach couldn't handle one last load, yet you didn't even fight off. What a . You enjoying this aren't you?" He snickered at the filthy . Decided that this person doesn't worth to be alive when the flash of memories of a young omega fought with every ounce of strength against the assailants appeared to his mind. But sadly, he can't take this man life when he suppose to return this back to it owner.

A distressed scream ached his ears and he frowned. How insolent of him? Unable to fight and only know how to scream and cry as if someone going to protect him. Useless. How useless can an omega be? How can someone let his own gender predicted their strength. "Useless , the only useful for you is to open your and be breed like a toy," the alpha speak in disgust toward the omega.

However, a slight surprise cross his face when the omega begin to fought back as blue flame appeared on the pale, bruised and stained skin. The agonizing scream from the alpha that touch the omega was nothing but melody to his ears. The alpha didn't care if the guards were injured, he was just amused that the omega finally fought back. He was further amuse watching the omega trying to force out the awfully large amount of seeds inside out. Now, this is much better than that weakling omega whom allow alphas to do as they please. Much much better.

Heechul eyes at guards, signaling for them to do what they want. Revenge if needed for the omega harming them. So there it was. A extremely angry alpha whom got his finger burned down to the bone strike an attack to the omega by the wall. Meanwhile, the rest of the guards are producing their pheromones to use that as a invisible shield and pressuring the omega to submit. The room was heavy with a huge amount of alphas scent. It was even more heavier as it seem that some of the alphas was triggered into rut. Their eyes clearly shown the lustful need to breed the omega.

"What are you going to do, omega? Show me your strength," Heechul whispered, almost to himself as that group far away from him are busy. His eyes strained on the omega to wait and see what soon to happen as the guards surrounded him. "You are not allowed to him yet." His voice raised in warning, as leader his voice weighted more even if the group of underling are most rogue. He doesn't want them to tears the omega apart. He want to watch the omega fight. And once he got the chance to that omega senseless, waiting to see the omega fought back even if he get hurt. He want to see that first hand.

@❀┊jiang xiche ᵃ [] TW: don't read if you're sensitive to ual assault and emotional abuse []

The pretty-faced man was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. Wen Fan's breath hitched, his lids twitching when the man took his sweet time looking him over as if searching for a crack or a scar. The omega was blushing now, his cheeks flushed pink. He wasn't used to being looked at so closely or, for that matter, dangling in the air while he was being examined. He tried to squirm away but that was impossible. His feet couldn't even touch the floor. The way his fingertips brushed over Wen Fan's skin made the Wen very, very uncomfortable. It was a delicate touch he was familiar with, one that hid a world of violence behind it. Who was this man? What was he going to do to him? Wen Fan had come with the expectation of the same old thing he'd suffered through time and time again: A beating, getting ed, being discarded. Was this going to be like that? As the man's hand travelled up his inner thigh, he shuddered, his lips parting in a silent, pained gasp when his fingers dug into the fresh bruises. Fine specimen- of course, he was. Wen Fan took pride in his appearance. His red lips stretched into a mocking sneer.

"?!" Wen Fan looked from the man to the guards in shock. What? His breathing quickened. He felt the guards grip onto him tighter as they looked him over. The omega looked like a deer in the headlights. Why? He wasn’t used to multiple people. Well, that was a lie, but it had been 4 years since then and his husband had promised it would never happen again. Wen Fan was not gullible enough to believe a promise, but he was certainly desperate enough. He didn’t fight as the man’s hand travelled up to his chin and he muttered his plans for him. The omega’s heart rate quickened to a sprint. No- no. His red pupils quivered. No! “Ah!” Wen Fan cried out at the other’s tight grip, eyes squeezing shut and squeezing out more tears, trying to curl away but the guards kept him firmly in place. He dangled there like a piece of meat at the butcher’s, whimpering until the man released him. He looked up at the man and was met with a fist to the face. Wen Fan didn’t make a sound at the first hit that had his head turning to the side at a dangerous speed. The guards had to brace to keep him to steady as the hits kept raining down on his face. Wen Fan had expected to be beaten. He had expected it. It always happened, but so soon? After the first hit, a red bruise soon to turn purple blossomed on his cheekbone and jaw. At the second he cried out and tried to bring his arms to protect himself. His left eye blackened. At the third blood coated his lips. The plump red flesh had burst open. Tears mixed with blood, but Wen Fan grit his teeth, refusing to make another sound. He had finally caught on that this wasn’t going to be how things usually went. His face was throbbing with pain. He felt disoriented and the slightest movement hurt. Still, he didn’t fight back. He didn’t even think of fighting back and took the beating like the good punching bag that he’d been trained to be.

The punches stopped and Wen Fan weakly lifted his swollen, bruised, bloodied face, panting softly. He was shaking. He couldn’t see well, his vision blurry. Was he saying something? The omega’s ears were ringing. He could see he’d lain down on something. Was that it then?

Suddenly, he was tossed to the floor. Wen Fan let out a startled shriek, falling on his side. A hand wrapped in his hair and pulled him to his knees. He felt a slap his cheeks and he whimpered, raising trembling fingers to try and push them out of his face. Someone grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it away from his face, someone else’s hand grabbed his face. Wen Fan grit his teeth together, jerking backwards and almost falling as he tried to get away. Of course, Wen Fan had no chance of escaping this. He wasn’t just an omega, he was naturally weak-bodied. Fresh tears stung his eyes as he finally gave in and parted his lips. One of the guards was holding both his arms behind his back, gripping his both wrists with one hand while he pleasured himself. The moment his mouth was open a thick pushed his lips open more, plunging into his mouth. Wen Fan gagged, his body trying to reject the sudden intrusion but the guard didn’t stop. The omega felt it penetrating into his throat, stretching it and squeezing his air pipe shut. The guard fisted his hair tighter until his scalp hurt and pushed the omega down on his until Wen Fan’s face was buried in the man’s abdomen. He tried to scream in protest but no sound came out. Wen Fan’s throat convulsed around the guard’s and the guard moaned in satisfaction. He could feel him throbbing inside him. The discomfort was indescribable. This was not like pain which one could cry and scream away. Wen Fan didn’t have the mental state to think. His lungs were aching. With his arms held back, his body pulled forward on the man’s , Wen Fan was quite literally hanging off of it.

After what felt like hours, the guard pulled his hips enough for Wen Fan to barely breath in some air, but not enough to cough to clear his throat, before the guard plunged himself back into Wen Fan’s mouth. ‘Why don’t you go gather the other guards so they can have a little fun feeding the ?’ Wen Fan tensed at those ominous words, out of fear. The omega was crying again, gasping, wheezing at whatever chance he could - which were few and far in between. Suddenly his arms were released and Wen Fan quickly held onto the guard’s thighs. His s grew rougher, faster, only stopping to pull Wen Fan deep onto his once more, until the omega started to fight for air. When the door opened again and five more guards walked in, Wen Fan was on the verge of unconsciousness. Once again the guard started ing his mouth just in time and a little clarity returned to Wen Fan’s mind. And when it did, he let out a frightened scream for he was surrounded by alphas all leaking pheromones into the air that made the omega quiver. Wen Fan was scared of crowds. He was scared of being surrounded. He was especially scared of a group of alphas surrounding him. Wen Fan started to thrash but was quickly suppressed by the many hands grabbing at his body. The guard who was ing his mouth grabbed the omega by his throat, constricting it further and pulled him up, holding him steady as he rammed into him like Wen Fan was just a hole to be used. He felt the other’s rubbing on him, someone was biting at his skin. His face was bright red when the guard finally came and pulled away. Bruises from where his fingers had gripped marked Wen Fan’s throat. One by one they ed into him, rubbed against him, kissed his skin, bit him, beat him and spanked him. Wen Fan was given just enough time to swallow their and take a quick breath before the next was shoved past his lips. He didn’t fight back anymore, he just tried not to suffocate. The other guards started releasing onto him when it wasn’t there turn.

Wen Fan didn’t know how much time had passed until the guards had had their fill. The last one pulled out of his mouth and Wen Fan fell forward, just barely catching himself with his forearms. With trembling arms, he pushed himself up until his arms were straight. Strings of white dribbled from his lips. He had in his hair, on his back, everywhere. He could feel it sliding down his throat, he could it filling his stomach. His stomach convulsed. Tears dripped onto the ground as he coughed weakly, then gagged. His body lurched forward and he collapsed onto his elbows again as he threw up again, this time only sticky, off-white spilling out of him. It wasn’t everything, just the loads from the last round. The sight of it made Wen Fan feel even more dirty. He had more of that in him. He’d drank so much he actually really didn’t feel as hungry as before. He’d been fed, the man was right. Fed on . If he could have, Wen Fan would have wanted to cut open his stomach and pull everything out. He didn’t want to digest this, he didn’t want to absorb nutrients from this, he didn’t want to gain strength from drinking these mens’ . More tears. Wen Fan screamed in distress, his forehead sinking to the ground. His long black hair, sticky now, slid over his shoulders onto the floor around him, falling into the small puddle of the omega had thrown up. His knees were bleeding from getting shoved around on the floor. This wasn’t right. His life wasn’t supposed to be like this. He didn’t deserve this. Blue flames at his skin, harmless to Wen Fan but any guard that was still touching him roared in pain. Just a slight touch could melt flesh off of bones, not to mention the bones themselves. Wen Fan’s entire body was on fire, covered in a thin protective sheet of fire, burning the foreign off of him until it evaporated into the air with a hiss. When Wen Fan looked back up at the man who was orchestrating this, his face had completely healed. While the guards couldn’t touch him, he quickly crawled to the wall and stuck his fingers down his throat, trying to make himself throw up the rest of what they had deposited deep inside his stomach.

@☼┊wen fan ᵒ [[MOTHER ING TRIGGER HERE]]

Once the omega was bared down to show his entire body, Heechul walked around the younger, eyeing every inches of the exposed flesh as if a buyer is inspecting a fine piece of China for any blemish. His fingers gently caressing the soft pale skin, such a contrast to his intention on what going to be happen to this omega soon enough to satisfy his sadistic need. One that has been developed since the day he was born 28 years prior. "Well well well, look at this blemish on your inner thighs. Tsk, that man surely like to show ownership isn't he?" As he questioning the omega, his hand tracing up along the span of the inner thigh, getting closer to the private area before he gripped harshly as if aiming to create a bruise there. For now, he ignored the omega remark toward him as his hands taking the liberty to touch anywhere he please while the man was pretty much being held up above ground by the two guards. "Mhm, such a fine specimen. You are surely worth the price I paid and the trouble I'd gone through," now, his words was a respond to the omega's words that was snarled at him. "After all, a high price are always worth every penny that the buy spent on them, isn't it?" Not that he was going to wait for the omega to answer as he glance at both of the guards. "I'm sure you both would enjoy your time breeding him, after all, aren't you both going into rut tomorrow?"

The two guards glancing at each other before looking at the omega in their hands before turning their gaze to the master, Heechul and nodded their head in response. However, with the way the Jiang clan is, with how everyone treat omega with such respect and with values. Those guard that works for Heechul isn't anyone whom belong to the pack. After all, there is too many reason behind why Heechul can not hire Jiang clanmans. That probably doesn't matter to Fan anyway nor would it be known to the younger male.

"Ah, look at him, he is already in tear. How fragile. I wonder how he would be when he got two fat knots inside him. I can not wait to watch," Heechul speak, toward no one but himself. His hand moved from the inner thigh, all the way up until those slender fingers capture the omega's chin. "I wonder how long you can last while these brute are having a piece of you. But don't worry, I will make sure you are stretch out enough so you can take them both in at the same time, ah, I now wonder if two is enough for you. Maybe I should reward all my worker to have a taste of a fine , right?" His free hand harshly grabbed at the crotch, clearly have no intention to please the man other than giving the other nothing but pain and humiliation.

Heechul words momentary pause as his actions are loudly spoken to the omega. After his hand gripped roughly on the other's crotch, that same hand swung across the man's face as the alpha watch in sadistic satisfaction. It didn't stop with just one swung nor was it a simple slap. It was a full fist hitting across the omega white face, bruising the pretty face till it was unrecognizable. He action would pause with each strike just so he can have the chance to savour the reaction from the omega body, or any from the other's face. Once he satisfied with his work, the alpha stepped back and away, head tilted in wonder what to do next to the omega before moving back to settle on the chair once more.

"Why don't you both have a little fun with him? his mouth to your heart content. I am sure the worthless pig is hungry," he leisurely said as his body lean back to the backrest, legs crossing while he rub his throbbing knuckles while his eyes watching the scene as the guards throw the omega on the ground, making the man kneel on the knees while they whipped out their thick shaft to hitting on Fan cheeks. His smirk linger as he enjoy the alpha guards already having their hard to feed the frail . They didn't go gentle as they force the man mouth open with a thumb on either side at the corner of the lips before shoving their long all the way in. His eyes twitches as he see how the throat of the omega was forcefully expanded clearly to accomondate the thick shaft lodging within. It was as if they where aiming to prevent the wen wolf from able to breathe as they begin to pump the into his mouth while the other, slightly short alpha stroking his and waiting for his turn.

"Why don't you go gather the other guard here so they can have a little fun feeding the ?" His tone was definitely not making what he said a question but more of a command for the free guard to leave and gather some more guards to join the basement. It didn't took that guard long before he come back with five more guards and now it would be a endless cycle for the young omega. All this while, the master of them all was enjoying the sight and the show created between the guard and the omega that received the harsh mouth ever. "Don't leave his body lonely, enjoy yourself everyone. As long as you don't him yet." He comment softly with a yawn, watching the rest of the guard joined the first, their exposed, rubbing against Fan's body everywhere. Once the first guard shooted the inside Fan's throat, another guard take his place to into the victim face till they too, came inside. One by one, the cycle continues while Fan stomach and body are now filled with , whether it coat the wolf stomach lining, throat or skin. There was no spot left without.

@❀┊jiang xiche ᵃ The driver had to stop on the way to their destination and let Wen Fan, who was paralyzed with anxiety, out of the car to throw up. Nothing but water came up, because he hadn't been able to eat for nearly two days. That bought him a little time to gather his wits about him, as the guard took his time cleaning him up. Wen Fan couldn't do it himself, his arms were bound behind his back, like an animal being led to the slaughter. He still felt his lover's hands on him, the pain and the horrible sound of his fingers being snapped in half as the alpha growled instructions in his ear. He was not allowed to enjoy himself. He was not allowed to . He was not allowed to smile. He was not allowed to moan. Ironically, his lover had started taking a liking to break Wen Fan's fingers after he heard about Wen Fan doing it to punish his staff. It was convenient because, unlike a larger bone, Wen Fan could heal his fingers quite quickly. Now, just a few hours later, they were perfectly fine.

Back in the car, Wen Fan was dressed in his blood-red robes, but just the inner-most layer and, as always, nothing underneath. The fabric was slipping off of his body, sliding down pearl white shoulders and loosening at the front to show off white thighs. Brightly coloured bruising on his inner thighs peaked out now and then. He hadn't been allowed to heal that. Wen Fan's lover had rented him out for a few days, but that didn't mean Wen Fan was allowed to forget who really owned him. The rest of the car ride his guard was instructing him to behave himself, that this person had paid a lot of money for him, etc etc, but all Wen Fan could feel was panic. Not particularly about what was going to happen with this stranger, but what was going to happen when he returned home. Home. Just the thought alone made him sick. Home had never been a pleasant concept for Wen Fan. He had been running from different homes his whole life.

They arrived. The guard fixed Wen Fan's veil and then pulled him out of the car and escorted him to the place. At first Wen Fan didn't catch on to what the other meant saying that they met again... had they met before? Only when a hand travelled under the slipping robes to brush his bare skin, did Wen Fan realise who this was and jerk back. Once again, with his guard present, Wen Fan was not sure what to do. What a creep. While Wen Fan tried to keep his thoughts casual, his body gave away the instinctive fear with which he reacted to the other's words. He looked down. He didn't say anything and tried to tell himself that he was okay. This was fine. This was normal. He was used to this. He was going to be fine. His guard left and Wen Fan was picked up by another person. "I can walk!", he protested this time, but all he got in return was a painfully tightened grip. He fell silent.

He wasn't particularly surprised when the guard started stripping him. Product. He wasn't just a product to be used and thrown. He wasn't! And yet he'd been treated like one his whole life. Wen Fan stood there, , the man's eyes raking over his body and Wen Fan glared right at him. One day, he was going to kill him. "So high and mighty.", Wen Fan snarled at the alpha. "But you need to pay for a partner." He felt without his veil, especially . Vulnerable. Even though he was forced to wear it, after 5 years it felt like a protective layer between him and the rest of the world. The other was right. He was humiliated. It was one thing to be mistreated within the privacy of one's home, it was another entirely for it to be flaunted to the world when your supposed lover pimps you out like a cheap . His cheeks flushed in anger. Tears stung his eyes.

@☼┊wen fan ᵒ [x] throwing this here for now till get a house uwu

Heechul has his eyes on the male with the red veil on that one day when he met the omega out with a body guard. After little research, he was able to find out whom the omega was. Let just say that the alpha has a grudge on the omega after what the omega has said toward him and clearly he want to take revenge on that. Not to mention he wanted to see how feisty the other is and would definitely enjoy trying to break down the omega bit by bit. Since from his view, although the omega was being controlled, the man still have a great deal of self esteem left and not yet totally obedience. Using his family's fortune and connection, he was able to arrange a meeting with the omega's husband, or to his view, the omega's master. He spend a large amount of money to finally trade for a few days to spent with the omega, convince the other alpha that he could humiliate the omega more base on he was just merely an stranger and how the omega is being pimped off. Once the agreement was made, he go back home and awaited for the arrival of the omega.

Day later, he was told that the Wen's omega was escorted to his place. What more hilarious to him was that the other alpha has delivered the omega in a state that nearly , with rope binding the omega's arms behind. Of course, the only thing that was covering the frail body of the omega was the gown the man usually was sported on. With a smirk, he walk around Wen Fan. "We have meet again, this time, I will be able to see your face," his voice laced with dark humour as his hand reach out and slide under the robe to caressing the pale skin hidden under the velvet clothing. "Isn't it humiliating for you to be sold off to me by your own master, tsk, I think he probably bored of your sinful body. Don't worry, I will take a very good care of your body, very very good care of it." Stepping back, he dismiss the omega's guard and instead have his own come up instead to grab the omega up by the shoulders, lifting the poor wolf off the floor. He walk away, heading down to a bedroom in the basement while his guards follow behind without needed to be instructed.

Arriving at the dark themed bedroom, he settled on the chair on the right while smirking up at Fan. "Well, first, we need to check the product, don't we?" He softly said while eyeing the male, instructing the guard silently to get rid of the garment on the omega to leave the now and bounded male before his eyes. His smirk never left his lips as he them, eyeing the wolf from head to toes and waiting to see what kind of respond the omega would give now in this state of shame.