The ending
Chained to the wall. Ankles bruised. Wrists rubbed raw.
The air is thick, damp, and old. Dust hangs unmoving, catching light from a dying bulb overhead.
No cries. No anger. Not even fear now.
Just breath. Slow. Shallow. Like his lungs only half remember.
His head droops, not from exhaustion, but from habit.
The iron cuffs are no longer foreign.
They’re part of him.
The word forms on cracked lips, but doesn’t leave.
Not loud enough. Not meant for anyone to hear.
He doesn’t expect rescue.
He doesn’t expect anything.
Silence, like a blanket.
Pain, like a pulse.
Time, like a fog that never lifts.
This is what’s left.
Not living. Not dying.
Just staying.
？？？
(My family never wanted me.)
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(I was born weak. Quiet. A disappointment.)
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( I was just a burden they couldn’t afford.)
He remembered it clearly. The hands that shoved him into a cage. The sound of the auctioneer’s gavel. The way no one looked him in the eyes. Not even his own mother.
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(I thought the worst had passed that night. I was wrong.)
He was bought like a pet. Delivered like a package. Married like a transaction.
No vows. No promises. Just rules.
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(Don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t cry. Don’t get in the way.)
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(Your body is for service. Your heart is irrelevant.)
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(All I ever wanted was to be loved. Just once.)
Even the children he raised spat at him now. As if cruelty was inherited like blood.
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*He took one last breath, barely a sigh. His chest stilled*
Suddenly—
Creak
The basement door opens slowly. Footsteps echo on the stairs.
Unknown
Tch. Still alive, huh? *cold voice*
Unknown
Aren You're more stubborn than I thought.*cold voice*
Unknown
*He approaches, holding a cup.*
Unknown
Water?
*He splashes it on the MC’s face.*
Unknown
*He injects something into MC’s arm—slow burning, acidic.*
Aren ( omega )
*doesn’t moved at all because he was already dead*
The basement door creaked shut behind the unknown. His footsteps faded without pause, as if leaving behind nothing more than an empty room.
The chains didn’t rattle. The omega didn’t move.
He remained there—bare knees against the cold concrete, wrists bound above his head, head stayed down.
No breath. No sound. Not a twitch.
The omega died the same way he lived—quietly. Forgotten. Unseen.
Aren ( omega )
❝ They broke me piece by piece... and never once stopped to ask what it was they were smashing. ❞
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