A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 9

The metal ring was already tight enough, but now it had shrunk even more, leaving a depression on Axiu's neck. 

Air struggled to pass through Axiu's windpipe, making a hoarse sound like a bellows being pulled, and he was almost having difficulty breathing, his face turning red as he shook his head desperately. Then he shook his hand and stuffed the chain that he had been hiding into my hand without any hesitation. 

The metal chain had been held by Axiu for so long that it had absorbed his body heat, and felt warm to the touch. 

He buried his head deeply, his back arched like a shrimp about to be boiled alive, and rolled back onto the carpet. He looked up at me, his hand clenched into a fist, and made a quick pulling motion. 

I didn't understand, so I gently tugged on the chain in my hand. But Axiu didn't improve at all, and his gasping became more labored and heavy, almost collapsing at my feet. 

The chain was too long, so I had to stand up and take a few steps to stretch it taut, then grabbed the end and pulled hard. 

Axiu on the other end was already lying on the ground, unable to move, but the pain of his neck being choked and stretched forced him to be dragged over by the person holding the iron chain tightly. To relieve the pain of being pulled and stretched, Axiu instinctively got on all fours and crawled forward two steps. 

It wasn't until the chain was pulled taut like this that the collar slowly returned to its original shape. I immediately let go of the chain, which fell to the ground, and quickly walked over to Axiu. 

He was already covered in sweat, breathing heavily and rapidly, his chest rising and falling violently. There was a deep blood mark on his neck, which would soon turn into a dark bruise, just like the other marks he already had on his body. 

New ones covered the old ones, endlessly. 

I stared at his collar, no longer feeling the initial novelty and amusement, only finding it annoying and terrifying. 

Everything was fine before, he could sit and stand, drink water and talk, but being checked for body temperature made him shy because of his sensitivity. Ignoring the thing on his neck, he is just an ordinary person. 

But who knows which link will suddenly trigger the punishment mechanism of the neck collar, forcing him to return to the memories full of shame, forcing him to no longer be human. 

A broken metal collar, where did all these messy functions come from?!

"Can't you take this thing off?" I pulled at the lint on the blanket in annoyance. 

Axiu's breath stopped for a second, then he calmly said, "I don't know." 

He was still lying on the ground, looking up at the ceiling with his eyes open, as if the person who had just crawled like a dog was not him. He was so calm that I even suspected that his soul and body had already separated. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his breathing, he would have looked like a corpse. 

"Then-"

"I'm sorry," he suddenly interrupted me, his voice hoarse, "I'm a little tired." 

Then he closed his eyes, his arm blocking half of his face, making it impossible for me to see his expression clearly. 

I don't like being interrupted when I'm talking, and I can also see his obvious avoidance and weariness. Reason tells me that I can't just let him sink into this low mood, only by knowing where the problem lies can we better prescribe the right medicine. 

(There is no line 10 in the original text)"But I have already taken advantage of his weak psychological defense line before, I don't think Axiu would want to come for a second time."  

". . . Besides, he is still running a fever now."  

"I am really too soft-hearted. I obediently closed my mouth and sat cross-legged on the ground, watching him. Axiu's gray-white hair was too conspicuous under the light, and I looked at it for a while, feeling a little trance."  

"Is the color of your hair natural?" I asked. 

Axiu stiffened for a moment, his Adam's apple rolling, and finally nodded hesitantly. 

He wouldn't lie. 

When I asked him questions before, he would rather express himself in silence than make up lies on paper to deceive me. 

I thought of the "thank you" he said when I put the chain on him. 

Honest, polite, restraining his desires, but also possessing sharp intuition and vigilance. 

Before experiencing this inhumane torture, Axiu was probably an omega with excellent cultivation and sought after by others. 

(There is no line 10 in the original text)"I see."  I replied dryly and fell silent, and the living room became quiet again, with only the sound of two people's shallow breathing. 

Sitting there doing nothing for a while, I didn't feel bored yet, but Axiu couldn't help but ask me first, "You. . . aren't you going to bed?"

"Huh?" I didn't react at first, and it wasn't until I checked my smartwatch that I realized it was almost two in the morning. 

Me: ". . ." 

He didn't say anything, but just mentioning it made me suddenly feel an overwhelming drowsiness wash over me. I felt like I was sitting on a soft cloud, feeling light-headed. 

I stood up from the couch while propping myself up and asked him, "Can you get up? Don't sleep on the couch, why don't you go to the guest room?"

Axiu still shook his head, "No, it's okay." 

Feeling like rejecting my concern was too harsh, he paused and added softly, "I'm used to sleeping on the floor." 

I silently swallowed all the words of persuasion and sighed, picking up a fluffy blanket and covering him up. I then called for 231 to bring another blanket and wrapped him up tightly. 

"If you're cold, just ask 231 to raise the room temperature or bring another blanket."  I reminded him before walking towards my own bedroom. Axiu lay there with her eyes covered, not speaking or responding, like a large cocoon, motionless. 

As I walked into the room, I instinctively wanted to close the door. It's been a habit of mine since I was young to not sleep with the door open. 

But when I turned around, I saw a pitch-black living room in the dim light, and the motion of closing the door stopped. 

. . . Forget it, he's a patient. 

In the end, I left a crack in the door. I climbed onto the bed and lay there, but I couldn't sleep at all. I couldn't help but listen for any sounds outside the door, but the living room was dead silent. 

I turned over to face the bedroom door, forcefully suppressing my jumbled thoughts and closed my eyes. 

Author's note: I unintentionally went down a more sentimental route, oops. 

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or gave me nutrient solution between 2022-02-21 21:13:10~2022-02-22 17:44:32~ 

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Latest comments:

"Wuwuwuwu, so pitiful!!!!!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm a pervert. I don't think the collar is annoying, I think it's very sexy." 

"Has he been reformed, or is he still wearing the O-shaped collar?"

"Please update more about the woman, it's not enough." 

"I really want to fast forward to when the dog is being cute and slowly building trust!"

"Protecting dogs is everyone's responsibility!"

"Why did the collar suddenly tighten?"

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