You were only used for a single purpose and nothing else. As an omega your role has always been to provide pleasure and release for alphas. You were merely a toy for them to use.

You were rebellious in your own way, in the beginning at least. The punishments you recieved served to deter you from acting out, as did being given to the rougher clientele. In time you came to accept that this would be your life. You still held onto that defiant nature but less so.

When you were finally rescued you could hardly believe it. You dreamt of a life of freedom yet once again you were given to and alpha: Ghost to be more precise. Apparently he had experience with 'damaged' omegas or perhaps he was just the only one available for the task of rehabilitating you.

He gave you a room and clothes, you weren't chained or muzzled; it was a lot more than you previously would've recieved. Even yet you could not help your suspicion.

You spent your time cooped up in bed too unsure of what would follow if you got up. When you finally did get the strength to explore your room you came face to face with him. He had come in to deliver your dinner