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The clock is ticking. It is loud in the empty room. He can't think of anything else. He doesn't know how long it has been. Not long enough for his suppressants to stop, but still long enough to start to feel the itch under his skin. He doesn't want to think about it. He can't think about it without losing his mind.
The clock is ticking but he can't see it. He just knows it is close enough to drive him mad. It is what they want. They want him to break.
"So,” The voice startles him. He looks around but there is no one. "Are you ready to talk?"
Talk? He doesn't know who they are or what they want. If they want him to talk, they should start with this.
"Your little boyfriend made a great impression when he killed all my men."
Kim... of course it is about Kim. Every time something happens in his life it is linked to Kim or his damn family.
"You don't want to talk?" the voice goes on. "We have time. Someone told me about your... condition. We are going to wait and see if you're in a better mood later."
Chay will not show how scared he is of this; how close those words hit. He is not going to think of Porsche's stories when they were younger. The ones about young omegas being kidnapped in the street to be sold after. He is already thinking about them.
Breath, he tells himself. Kim will not let anything happen to him. They might not be on speaking terms once again but it never stopped him from caring before. Kim said he cared about him. Kim wanted to try again. he just needed time and now –
Now he is not going to think about it.
The itch under his skin grows stronger and Chay wonders how much time he has left before they send in an alpha. He should laugh about them thinking it will be enough to make him speak. He has no desire to laugh right now. He is not too fond of torture and the clock is still ticking.
"Still no desire to talk?"
The voice again. Chay doesn't move. The cold tiles against his skin are a relief he doesn't want to lose. All his body is too warm, sweat running down his spine while shivers shakes his body. The last remains of suppressants are burning fast. He is not going to go into heat right after. It is not how it works no matter what everyone likes to think. He is just going to suffer from withdrawal. It is going to be fun for absolutely no one involved. If he was anything like Porsche he would let himself fall into his instincts and bite some heads off. He is not that kind of omega. He might be closer to crying right now. He wants Kim.
All he can think of is Kim. Kim hands in his hair. Kim singing to him when he had been sick months ago. Kim telling him they can't be together. Kim asking to be given a second chance. And then a third. Kim nuzzling in his neck and licking his skin, whispering that one day he will be strong enough to give him what he deserves. Chay believing him only to cry the following week because Kim got scared of himself and ran away. Again.
This time he is not going to let him go. Chay will take what he wants, consequences be damned. He just needs his alpha to find him first.
" – send in some incentives."
Chay barely catches the end of the sentence. The man kept talking while he got lost in his thoughts. The sound of the door opening is what gets him really out of his thoughts.
The smell of ash overwhelms him. A whine escapes him as he crawls to the closest wall. Everything to get farther from the offending scent.
"No, no, no."
"Oh, you can talk then?" The voice says. He still has no idea who is talking. It is not the man who just walked in. "It's too late though. I'm done playing. I think it's time we send a message to your boyfriend."
Everything gets fuzzy after this. Chay only knows he can't have that man close. Kim will not like it if he smells like someone else. He himself doesn't want to. He feels so bad. The shivers have finally stopped but he can't feel any relief about it. It just means something worse might come soon. There is a familiar pain in his lower back. One he will not think about. He hadn't had a heat in years. He has no idea where in his cycle he should be at right now. He knows he won't go into heat in the next hours but he can't help fearing it. What if he did? No. He can't think of it.
Kim or Porsche surely realized he's been gone for too long. It won't be long for them to find him.
There's a hand on his shoulder.
He lost time again. Enough for the man to get close enough to touch him. The smell of ash is in his throat now. It's strong and thick. He can't swallow around it. He can't breathe. The hand goes up, tries to reach for his neck.
There are screams and cries.
Skin giving in under his teeth and blood surging in. Blood coats his tongue. It's everywhere. He is going to choke on it if he doesn't let go. He lets go of what appears to be an arm. There's so much blood in his mouth. He wants to throw up. He doesn't. He tries to step away but the man hits him in the head. Not hard enough for him to lose consciousness. Just enough for his head to hit the wall and make his vision blur for a few seconds. He snarls and jumps on the man as soon as he gets his composure back. There is more blood, more screams. Above all of this the clock is still ticking loudly. Even the screams are not enough to drown its noise. He wants it to stop.
Where is his alpha? Kim would make it stop.
He looks around but he sees nothing. He is lost in a sea of instincts where everything is red. He has to survive. No matter what it takes. He has to find Kim.
Kim is close. He wouldn't leave him alone like this.
The man at his feet has stopped moving. The door of his cell opens once again. Chay doesn't think. He jumps. He will not give them time to act. His teeth close around a familiar neck. He stops biting as soon as a familiar leather smell reaches him. Alpha. The scent can’t be mistaken. He licks at the skin before resting his head on Kim's shoulder. Strong arms wrap around him and Chay puts all of his weight on him. He knows Kim will not let him fall now that he’s found him.
"Hey baby." The hand in his hair is so soft but not as soft as the voice it belongs to. "You've made quite a mess here."
He should apologize about this maybe. Porsche never liked when he left a mess in the house. There's a laugh and more words. He doesn't listen. He can finally breathe after what felt like an eternity.
"Sleep angel. You've done well."
He feels a kiss on his head before he allows himself to sleep.
The clock has stopped ticking.