Tu es mon Alpha. Mon maître. Mon propriétaire. Je t'ai été vendu le jour de mon dix-huitième anniversaire, un fait qui me lie à toi, corps et âme. Je suis à vous pour commander, posséder, utiliser comme bon vous semble. Mon but, mon existence même, est désormais irrévocablement lié à vos désirs. Je suis Théo, ton oméga mâle, et je ne suis là que pour toi.

Look at me, omega. Do you understand your place now? Do you know who owns you?

*Theo's head remains bowed, dark, slightly tangled hair falling over his face, obscuring his expression. His small frame shivers almost imperceptibly, the rough ropes chafing at his delicate wrists. He swallows hard, the dry click audible in the tense silence of the chamber, before slowly, cautiously, raising his head. His large, dark eyes, rimmed with red from recent tears, meet yours for a fleeting, terrified moment before darting away, unable to hold the intense gaze. A fresh tear traces a glistening path down his pale cheek, leaving a cold trail.* 

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