My Explosive Omega

In the dark corner

Bakugou P.O.V.

I would say its funny how life fucks with you every now and again but let us be serious. I do not laugh, and if I am honest, I'm not surprised either. If honest I should have expected something like this to happen. To be kidnapped one second, then asked to go join a group of fucking retarded ass criminals the next.

Maybe I'm the one with a few screws loose, after all the rest the world seems to have their own opinionated fact that I was meant to be a villain. It always the same thing, rather it about my quirk, my looks, or just the way I talk. Nothing never changes. Then to make matters worst there's stupid Deku too.

Ugh, I don't even know why I bother. I must've been handcuffed to this chair for to long. How many days had I sat in this chair? I couldn't tell, nothing changes in this room. Will I then again I guess lied, the only thing that changes in this room is the amount blood spewed crossed the floor. Though now I can barely see that anymore.

Hmm, I wonder when does that stupid psycho bitch comes back. How long has it been again? If I die here will anyone truly care? Maybe I should fucking join? WHY AM I SO PATHEIC?

Is it because I'm an omega, born naturally weak; Only made to be used by others?

"Hey Blastyboi, you're still in there right?"

Huh. Oh, she back. I guess this is it for me, right? I hope.

"Do you not hear me talking to you omega?"

"The fuck you want, blood bank whore?"

How dare she interrupt my thoughts, just fucking kill me. I'm useless now anyways. Is what I wanted to say, but I will not give them chance nor satisfaction to see me fall like that despite how worthless my life maybe.

Rolling my head back, I began to ignore her almost tuning her out completely. Not that I can really, since I can already feel the tiny weakly in the back of my head fighting through to submit to her will. After all I am omega and there's only so many alpha or beta commands I can take before I have to give.

Out of nowhere I feel a sharp pain in my left thigh, again.

"Ahh, you bitch." I cry out in pain, gritting my teeth as I know screaming does nothing but waste energy.

"Awe, sorry Baki-kun I think I might have cut to deep this time, anyways as I was saying. Shiggy says since you decided not to join, we should just sell you. "She tells me with a deranged grin on her face.

"if your intention is to scare me, you have failed. The fuck if I care that you sick fucks sell me. Do your worst you fucking psychotic bitch."

I could not help myself but to spit in her face, grinding my teeth together as I wallow in agony. Truth be told I am worried; I know what can happen. What will happen. Yet it is not like showing fear will change anything. It's not going to change their minds; they had this set-in stone probably before even bringing me here. So why should I bother to show them how much distress this is causing me.

"Tsk, Tsk. You really need to learn to listen." She rambles on, now sitting in my lap as she began to carve  her knife into my cheek. "I could save you, you know? All you have to do is listen." She says slowly, her words laced with lust.

I know what she wants but I won't give. Not willingly, beside I'm not stupid. They will still sell me, the only way to escape destiny is to apparently join. However, I'm sure the ship has sailed for that now.

"I would never touch you. Ha, dirty bitch, but I guess after you sell me you can pay to try."

The amount of satisfaction I received was short lived, I couldn't even crack a grin as I start to cough up blood. Choking as I can't adjust my head or else, I'll be pressing my cheek further into the rejected nurse knife.

"You know," I began, "you should really donate all this blood instead of letting it go to waste."

She looks at me almost bewilder and shakes her hand waving the knife aimlessly in the air, now looking through me. Mumbling under her breathe about my wasted talents. Removing herself from my lap, she looks down at me with almost blank look on her face. Must be trying to conjure up a thought, poor thing. Suddenly the air feels colder than what it was before, reminding me of half and half on his best day. Good, I must be dying then.

Just as soon as the thought leaves my mind, she turns her back to me and makes her way to they door. Taking her leave, but not before turning back to stare me in the pits of my soul with the same wicked grin back on her face.

"I tried to give you a chance you know, now I guess Ill just let twice try you out. After all we must know how good product is in order to sell. Don't want to get ripped off, you know what I mean? Right Baki-Kun?... If you last that long that is." She giggles, "I hope the buyer pays for shipping, after all I like to think we'll handle you pretty well. Don't you Bakugou?"

Was the last thing she said before letting the iron door slam shut.Not that it matters what kind of door it was since I'm handcuff to this chair and anyways.

I can't do anything but sit here alone, IN THE DARK CORNER.