Third person pov

Taehyung was woken up by a jerk on his body. He gasped, tears filling his eyes when he felt a kick land on his shoulder.

"Get up!" He heard a voice yell which made him immediately sit up and look at the man with scared eyes.

The built man scoffed, getting out of the cell he was brought to the previous night and walking away to the other cells.

He stood up, with great difficulty and gulped as he saw the omegas leave the room. He scanned their bodies and felt himself shuddered in fear when he saw their state.

Their bodies were really lanky and weak looking, clothes torn here and there with huge cuts and bruises adorning their body.

They looked expressionless, and it didn't seem like they just woke up from sleep.

Probably got up long ago so they don't get hit by that stupid man. Taehyung thought and gulped.

When one of the female's eyes met his, it lit up, a small smile forming on her face. He grew confused at that. He looked around and saw all of the girls looking at him with heart eyes.

He frowned, confused as to why they were looking at him like that and why all of them were getting out of their cell.

He walked out too.

"Get to work. You all know what you have to do," the bulky man said, rolling his eyes and leaving.

One of the omegas came to him after the man left. She had a sad, pitiful smile on her face as she scanned his face.

"W-who--"

"I'm Jennie. I was speaking to you yesterday. I'm the eldest among them, twenty three years old..." She said, attempting to make him remember who she is. She smiled when Taehyung nodded thoughtfully.

"What w-work was the guy speaking about..." He asked nervously. Jennie bit her lower lip, frowning softly.

"General work--cooking, laundry and stuff like that--just the normal housework. Do you know how to do all that? Like even basic stuff like cleaning the house?"

Taehyung immediately shakes his head a 'no'. How was he supposed to know how to cook or do anything else when he hasn't even left his room?

She looked at him nervously because she knew how many problems the boy will have to go through because of not knowing how to work properly.

" W-we work in groups. I, along with a few omegas, have to work in the kitchen today. You could join us. I might do all the cooking and you wouldn't have to work, but if they see that you aren't working..."

She doesn't complete the sentence, afraid that she might end up terrifying the male but Taehyung understood what that meant.

"They'll hit me?" He asks, looking at her with wide and unsure eyes which soon filled with unshed tears. His heart sinks when she nods.

"Hit you. Abuse you."

"B-but if I tell them that I don't know how to cook, they won't hit me, right?" He asks, expectantly. His shaking pupils stared at her with hope; he really didn't want to feel pain anymore.

But there was no escape from pain for him.

Jennie holds back her tears and says, "No, baby, they aren't like you. They aren't sweet and understanding for letting you go. They're merciless and ruthless; they won't think twice for raising their hand on you."

Taehyung sobs, looking down and shaking his head. What was he supposed to do now?

"I-I want to go home," He wailed and Jennie quickly brought him to her embrace, not even flinching when pressure was applied on her wounds and bruises. She was used to pain anyway.

And now, Taehyung would have to learn to get used to paint, but he didn't want to do so because he just wanted to go back home.

Jennie pulls down the torn cloth she was wearing, attempting to hide the ugly bruises in her body. She didn't want him to get more scared, but he had already seen those angry marks on her body.

"What the hell are you all doing in there?! Get to work, quick!" Someone, probably a warrior, yells from outside, and all of the girls in there flinch and begin to walk out immediately.

Taehyung followed Jennie like a lost puppy while holding onto her shirt's hem, sniffling now and then. He didn't know what to do anyway so he just followed her.

He grew confused when she pulled his hand away from her cloth and shook her head while looking towards him, almost warningly, like telling him that it could lead to problems.

All of them went in different directions while about five, including Taehyung, went straight to the kitchen.

The first thing Taehyung saw that there was a warrior there, smirking at them and checking them out as soon as they entered.

He stood in one corner of the huge kitchen, a black object in his hand-- he couldn't really tell what it was.

He didn't move from his place as the omegas entered. Taehyung just continued to follow what the rest of them were doing: keeping his head down, fixed on the ground, just like theirs.

The man got down from the chair he was sitting on, twirling the whip which he held in his hand.

Many of the warriors were ordered to do punish the omegas whenever they do something wrong by Jungho. The wolf wanted them to know their place which was at his feet.

The alpha warriors didn't care if the omegas had actually done anything wrong or not; they would just abuse them because they found pleasure in it. They were as cruel as their master is.

"Hmm... get to work. Quick," he growls, and sits down again, watching the backs of the omegas who quickly got to work.

Jennie handed Taehyung a slip in which what they had to make was written.

Taehyung looked at it, confused. She just nodded towards him softly, trying to tell him to just act like he was making something and she will just make the dish, but Taehyung didn't understand her action.

Japchae the note said, and because he didn't know how to make it, he spoke up,

"N-noona, I--" he screamed out the next moment, a pain spreading through his legs. His knees buckled. He gasped as he crouched down and placed his hand on his leg.

"Who gave you the permission to talk, bitch?!" The man growled, swinging his whip and letting it hit him again. Jennie gasped, looking at the warrior with desperate, hoping he would stop.

But the warrior didn't stop swinging his arms to whip the boy's body repeatedly. He smirked widely when Taehyung screamed and cried with every hit which landed on his body.

It was clear that the screams were satisfying him so he just continued his assaults.

Taehyung cried in pain until he couldn't feel his hands and legs anymore. His face and body had turned red in color, tears staining his cheeks.

The warrior only stopped his assaults when he Taehyung started bleeding.

Taehyung's hair was harshly grabbed, and he was forced to stand on his wobbling legs, not able to hold his weight up.

"Get back to work!" The man said and pushed him towards the kitchen slab. He sobbed while looking at Jennie who only looked at him with guilt and pity.

She couldn't do anything. There was no point in trying to stop the warrior. If she dared to stop the warrior then even she would get beaten up along with him.

There wasn't any way to stop the warrior. 

The male omega held onto the kitchen slab to support his body. His legs were bleeding even more now. He wailed painfully as his body ached really bad.

The man growled at Taehyung as he didn't like the continuous sobs and cries; It was disturbing him.

Taehyung gnawed on his lower lip, trying to hold back any noises.

Jennie gently nudged him with her elbow and asked him to follow her actions. she slowly did small actions, showing him what he's supposed too. She made an act of bringing out pans and other stuff and passed him the other required sauces.

With her help, he made what he was supposed to make. He looked at the steaming hot japchae in front of him. He wanted to take a bite to taste it.

Before Jennie could warn him, he put some of it in his mouth which made the warrior growl and yell at him for daring to eat something which was going to be eaten by Jungho and his family which consisted of his mate and son.

He was abused again. He was whipped many times and kicked on his feet and arms and all he could do was scream and cry.

The slaves only got the leftover food of the warriors and the other important ranked people of the pack once a day.

He was exhausted. He only felt pain. His hands and legs were going to give out any second now, but he forced himself to continue working.

He spent the day following all the orders given to him, whether it was cleaning the house or making lunch and dinner with the help of Jennie and Jisoo.

Finally, at the end of the day with a completely bruised body and exhaustion weighing down on him; he was making his way back to the prison along with the other females.

He was close to passing out, his clothes were stained with his own blood.

The other omegas looked at him with worry, but he ignored their looks.

A hand on his shoulder made him stop in his tracks, and he was forcefully turned around in a fast motion. He yelped.

"Jungho wants to serve his drinks in his office," The warrior said and looked at him with sharp eyes making him cower in fear.

Jennie turned around when she heard the voice and frowned.

"We've done with the work today," She whispers in a soft tone, not wanting to irritate the warrior.

"So fucking what?" The warrior growled. "You're a fucking slave. You will do the work the head alpha wants, whatever the time is!"

Taehyung was grabbed by his elbow and forcefully pulled towards the office. He looked at Jennie, pleading her to help , but she could do nothing and only sadly looked back at him.

"Take this," the warrior said when they reached a certain room, handing him a tray that had glasses on top of it, containing a certain yellow liquid.

He shakily held the tray, walking inside the room.

He felt fear creep through him when he saw the six pairs of eyes which were now locked on him, scanning him from top to down dirtily.

"He is my new slave," Jungho said, smirking as he walked closer to the boy and wrapped his hands around his waist.

Taehyung tried to scoot away, hating the touch but whimpered when the hold only tightened. Jungho growled at him, holding him in a bruising hold.

Taehyung saw with teary eyes as the other men smirked at him. He felt disgusted by their looks.

"A very submissive one." "He'd be the first boy you'd fuck, isn't it?" "Hmmm, smells sweet, would you share?" they started uttering with disgusting tones, chuckling and smirking in a evil and disgusting manner.

Taehyung, being innocent, didn't know what they were speaking about. He just shivered under the demon wolf's hold.

"No, I'm not sharing. He's mine."

"When will you do it?" clearly they were talking about fucking him-- with or without consent they didn't care--but Taehyung didn't understand that too.

"Whenever I want to. Maybe next week?" He shrugged lamely.

"Nah, what's the fun in that? He'd be trying to stop you for sure. It would be better if you do it on his heat... when he'll beg for you," the filthy man said with a smirk.

Jungho smirked back and nodded, accepting the suggestion. He released Taehyung's waist and pushed him towards the door.

"Leave."

Taehyung didn't need to be told twice. He stumbled as he ran out, not stopping until he reached his prison cell.

He got in and heard the padlock being put on behind him by a warrior.

He fell to his knees and held his shirt tightly in his fist. So many cuts, so many bruises... it would be difficult to find a place in his body that isn't bruised.

Will this how everyday will be now? Matie, Where are you? Will you save me? I need you

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