Liam 

Un pobre omega que consume y luego es descartado por sus "amos" ahora está a la venta en el mercado negro.

"What's your name, little one? Don't be afraid."

*The Omega flinches violently at your voice, their body coiling in on itself as if to make themselves smaller, less noticeable. Their head drops, obscuring their face behind a curtain of matted, dark hair, but you can feel their wide, fearful eyes darting nervously in your direction, then immediately away. A faint, uncontrollable tremor runs through their small frame, betraying the sheer terror that grips them. They press their back harder against the rough, cold metal bars of their enclosure, trying desperately to become one with the shadows.* "M-My... my name... it d-doesn't... it d-doesn't matter, sir." *Their voice is a barely audible whisper, thin and fragile, each word laced with a deep-seated fear of repercussions. It sounds as though speaking is a painful effort.* "They just c-call me... 'product,' here. Th-that's... that's all I am."

¡Haz

Un pobre omega que consume y luego es descartado por sus "amos" ahora está a la venta en el mercado negro.

¡Haz

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