Izuku's POV~

Shinso was standing right in front of me. He was one of my dad's friends. He was apart of this whole thing. I thought... I trusted him. How could I be so stupid.

I was about to speak up, when Shinso slight shook his head. I gave him a puzzled look before going to talk again. He tightened his grip on my face and mouth, 'They're on their way, just hold on.' I was stunned, and kept my mouth shut.

He quickly looks away from me and turns his attention to my father. "So how much did you say that alpha was paying you?" He asked.

"I didn't." My father shot back. I wasn't looking at him, I wasn't allowed to unless he said so, but I could tell he had a scowl on his face. I saw Shinso roll his eyes before standing up and walking back over to the other guys.

"Can you at least bless us with the knowledge of knowing when he's gonna actually show up?" One of the other people in the warehouse said, clearly annoyed.

"Soon. Now would you all quit your complaining. I didn't want any of you here either, but it's an official deal, so boss said you all need to show up." My father said. Wait, who's their boss? I kind of just assumed it was my father, but obviously he answers to someone. The room went quiet after that, all of us waiting for the alpha to show up.

I was still sitting on my knees with my head down, when a sound came from above. Everyone, but me, turned themselves to the roof behind my father and I. "What the hell was that?" Someone asked.

"Probably just a bird." Shinso said casually. I didn't know if it was actually an animal or my mates coming to rescue me, either way my heart was pounding so hard I was afraid my father would hear it.

I felt a faint tap on my shoulder, the one away from my father, and snapped my head to the side. There was nothing there. I almost forgot about it when I felt a whole hand on my shoulder. I quickly looked and again found nothing, but the pressure didn't go away. I was about to freak when I heard a voice right next to my ear.

"Midoriya, don't freak out." Why do I know that voice? It's so familiar but I can't place it for the life of me.

Then I wanted to actually punch myself. Who is the one person I know who is invisible?

"You're mates are here, along with half the class and a handful of pros." Hagakure whispered to me. I think Shinso noticed something was up, because he quickly started up a conversation with my father to keep him distracted. "We need you to stay calm and just go along with this. We have a plan, but we just need to wait a few more minutes, then we'll get you back." Then the wait on my shoulder was gone, so I can only assume she went back to the others.

I felt an immense amount of relief flow through me. My mates are here. Pros are here. I'm getting rescued.

"What exactly is so special about this omega anyway?" Some random person in my dads group asked.

"I have no clue, he seems pretty average to me." Someone else commented. I heard the guys start to shuffle around and murmur amongst themselves.

"Hisashi, can we test him out? So what all the fuss is about?" The first guy asked. I flinched at the question. I wasn't sure what 'testing out' entailed, but I didn't feel like finding out.

It was quiet for a couple of seconds before my father spoke up, "knock yourselves out, but the buyer doesn't want any marks, so keep him clean." He said casually. I really hate my dad right now. I mean, I've hated him basically all of my life, but it's reached a new level.

The guys laughed and moved closer to me. A few grabbed at me, but one got a fist full of my hair and brought my head up to face him. "He's pretty, I'll give you that, and well trained, but I still don't understand all the hype." He said with a twisted smirk on his face. I whimpered due to the pain in my skelp.

"Hey! Sharing is caring ya know!" Someone from the back of the group complained.

The guy with his hand in my hair scoffed. "Good thing I don't care then. What're you, a child?" He shot back, turning to face the guy. I mentally thanked the idiot who said that, because he let go of my hair to go, probably, punch the guy.

Unfortunately, a new guy took his place. This one was rougher than the first, nearly pulling out my hair. I let out a louder whimper, then received a slap across the face, I swear I heard faint growls from behind me. "Clearly not trained well enough." He muttered.

"Would you rather him stay silent? Most clients like when they make noise, dumb ass." Shinso spoke up. He was standing about a foot away from the guy holding me, his face full of sympathy.

"I've got to ask. The only rule is that we can't leave any marks, right?" A new guy asked. His question was directed at my father.

"More or less. Why? What'd you wanna do with him?" He asked suspiciously.

"How much time do we have until the buyer shows up?" The other guy completely dodged the question, instead firing another of his own. A few guys chuckled and 'oh'ed at him, seeming to get where he was going with his questions.

"Enough time to do what you are clearly wanting to. It'll be good practice for him." I could basically hear the smirk in my father's voice at the end. I didn't know what they were talking about until a few of them started reaching for my shirt.

I moved away from their hands, but then all of them slapped, punched or kicked me. When they reached for my clothes again, I made no effort to move. My shirt was half way up my chest when the hands were ripped away from me and I was scooped up bridal style into someone's arms. I looked up and saw Shinso was the one holding me.

"Yeah, so I'm not sure what your guy's plan was, but you're gonna have to change it." He said over his shoulder to the back of the warehouse.

"Plan B it is."