The Stained Omega by Elle T Jefferson

The Sadness Bubble

(Anna)

I’m back in the cage, it smells like I remember it, like death, S*x and sweat have forever stained the walls around me. The women in the other cages are all silent. It was never silent here. I listen hard for the noise of S*x and chatter above me. There is nothing. I notice a tall figure standing in the dark just out of reach of my cage. I sniff but I can’t smell anything. I try to shout out but only silence leaves my mouth.

“Little wolf, little wolf, let me in.” a voice sounds from the figure before me. As my eyes adjust, I can sort of make out that it’s a male. I still can’t make a sound.

“I’ll pry, I’ll pull, and I’ll stretch your legs around me” I don’t like this person, whoever they are they’re not friendly to me. I look around and the women have all disappeared. I’m no longer in my cage, I’m spread eagle on a bed, tied down by ropes that are cutting into my skin. I’m surrounded by silky red satin. I know this room: I fell asleep in this room. Blood runs down my arms as the rope cuts into my wrists,

the voice and before me stands Fraction. Except it’s not, his hair is a mess, his beard is gone, no more are the chiselled abs I’ve come to enjoy

the bed covered in sweat, Fraction’s shirt is sticking to me. My hair is soaked. I can’t

up and in front of me in no time

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holds his hands up in a display that tells me he means no harm. I dash for

need…I just need a