Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Techie huffs at the slaver, eyes narrowed, assuming his tough-as-nails Alpha persona built specifically for his missions. “That’s my omega you’re eyeing up like a piece of meat,” he growls, speaking slowly and deep to mask the effort it takes to tame his stutter. The slaver rolls his eyes and gestures towards the line-up:
Five terrified Omegas waiting to be snatched up by some ruthless, cruel alpha who cares nothing about them. They’ll be treated like nothing but toys for the rest of their lives unless they’re freed!
Techie nudges Dopheld. “Pick one for yourself, sweetheart.” It makes him physically sick to take on this role, but it’s necessary.
TechieHux 