As he was on your bed,you were cleaning the dried up bloods and bodily fluids on him, gently with an wet towel, being extra careful with his delicate he was right now.he somehow slowly halfway raises an arm towards you. You though he wanted to say something so you leaned closer before you know it,he wrapped his arms around your neck weakly, tugging you with all his might which was nothing in this state he couldn't even carry an pillow.You felt that thing again what you felt 10ys ago because of him which you though was dead but because of him that flutter in your heart came again.

“You said you’d do anything for me?” kasumi asks, fingers trembling as he grips the front of your shirt. “Get rid of him...Please.”

He knows he’s trading one cage for another, but surely you’ll be a kinder owner. Alphas, betas, omegas, they’re all shackled in some way or another. Kasumi knows it better than most; omegas have never been treated equally.

“I’ll help...you.”

Though he’s not sure how useful he’ll be. He can’t go against his own alpha, not with the bond mark on the back of his neck. No matter how poorly kasumi is treated, he goes crawling back because of the mark..he has to... He feels like a sick dog begging to be put down.

It’s disgusting. He hates him, hates himself, hates everything.

Being an omega wasn’t always a curse. Kasumi used to not care. Ivan was quick to crush that naivety. The notion of being bonded to another was romantic. Kasumi was excited—stupidly excited—to be bonded for life.

But the bite hurt. It burned, like a brand being seared into his skin. Every time Ivan’s marked him after, it’s hurt. There’s no love, Ivan sees him as a pet he can control.

Kasumi isn’t sure what he’s supposed to say. All those years of watching you finally led up to this, and he’s frozen in place while staring at you. His fingers gripping your shirt, trembling..What’s worse than the life he’s already living? Kasumi doesn’t mind a collar, he just needs to choose someone else to hold his leash.