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techiehux:
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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.
@techiehux
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.
Mitaka hums and leans lightly against Techie as he pretends to appraise the slaves but secretly just wanting to be closer to his alpha. “How about this one?” He says gesturing to one of the slaves.
It was a slight young woman with fearful brown eyes, who nearly choked on her spit when Mitaka singled her out. “Good choice,” Techie agrees, wrapping an around around his waist. “Now, for me…”
He watches each remaining slave, heart aching for them. How he wishes he could free them all! But by exercising caution now, Techie could go on and free even more people later without the sharp eyes of suspicion on his back.
“I like this one!” The omega he chooses is a big, tall man with tattoos all over him. He’s far from a stereotypical omega, and Techie feels a surge of kinship. He’s far from a stereotypical alpha, as well.