"Look what you did, mhh? You are being so bad right now, Day. If you continue being bad, I will continue spanking you, no matter how many times your bladder lets loose."
He is half aware that yes, he has peed himself, all over Marcus, on the couch, dripping down the floor.
But when you are locked deep inside a special kind of hell, one that you don't know if it's true or not, add that to the current one you are living in, and things kind of stop making sense. You dissociate with how your body functions, even if for a little while.
Your brains try to help you, block out as much as it can, while shoving those bad, bad things away from where they were.
So things like embarrassment and reserve are a little on the back end, as the brain is very busy.
But Day can still hear Marcus, even if from far away. He isn't crying anymore, no. But shaking and curls up when Marcus lets him go, so he slumps onto the carpeted floor.
He curls into a fetal position, even as Marcus stands above him.
"Be good. Tomorrow, you have to attend your classes, as nothing happened, or I will have to do this again."
Marcus doesn't know if he went overboard or not. Believe it or not, he doesn't want to hurt Day.
He is still the pretty boy he wants him to love and cherish. But things have to go in a certain order. To be seen as nothing, allowing other alphas to court him and see it as nothing, disregarding him even if he is his alpha-
Yes. He had to do this.
Even if it has led the boy to be a mess. He will get used to it. its pathetic how weak he is. How out of control he is.
Gods, omegas, he snorts.
He likes Day, but despises how defective he is.
Sure, he likes him best because of how he looks, but underneath that, Day should be happy and even feel favored that he is accepting him as his omega, because a defective, messed-up omega like him would only be so lucky to have an alpha like him.
So he steps over his form and straightens his clothes as he walks to the doorway.
His work is done here. He is glad at least the pee didn't catch his slack, most of it on the carpet, soaked.
The whole room is now reeking.
Fuck, now he has to go home and wash up again.
Sigh.
He can't talk to the omega who is now staring blankly at nothing, shaking and... what is that?
Marcus stops and goes to him, bends down, peering at his face. Oh.
Blood.
First time being commanded and fighting against it can do this. Day was fighting against him, and now he has a nosebleed.
Meh, he will be okay.
He walks to the door with sure steps.
"School tomorrow Day. Don't make me come up here and get you. It won't be pretty. Oh, and make sure you look pretty, too. I don't like sloppiness or ugliness around me of any kind."
Marcus gets his phone as he goes down the elevator.
Now that he is done with that, he has something else he has been itching to do.
"dude, what the hell happened-"
"Shut up vic," Marcus growls at his friend on the other line. "I have something good."
"okay shoot."
"We finally got an in."
"an in? For what man?"
"try catch you slow ass brain, dude. We finally got an in to finally go after those stupid dogs. Travis finally crossed my turf. It's time to take him down."
Marcus listens to his friend whistle and gets excited. "fucking finally. Okay, so what do we do?"
Marcus's lips curl in satisfaction. "First, spread the word to the crew. I want to hit once and hard. I want when I am done with him and that stupid pack of his, I want him unrecognizable. I want the fucker to kill himself."
Marcus rubs at his throat, remembering how the motherfucker had strangled him. Well, not anymore because the next time he is going to be seeing him, he will be the one towering and killing him with his bare hands.
He had caught him off guard; it's fine, but this time, he won't be caught unaware.
He is going to destroy Travis King and all that he stands for.
For a long time, the two have butted heads. But Travis had acted as if he were above their squabble, keeping to his side of town, even though Marcus had made it clear that he wasn't above challenging the other one.
And to think little Day is the one who would finally help him accomplish what he has been itching for for years.
Everyone knows that there can only be one top alpha in this city. Only one top alpha on the campus. And that title has gone to Travis automatically.
But Marcus … Marcus is meant to be there. To get the crown, be respected and seen as the head alpha. Because it's his. Because he can.
Maybe he will even fuck Day in front of Travis, right before he dies, because then it will drive the message home.
He got his position, got the bitch he was lusting after, and Marcus is the best. He is on top. Better than Travis.
Oh, this is about to get good.
"We are prepared. We will not mess this up."
"You better not. But most importantly, you know that once we do this-"
"We get to finally be the top, like we have always meant to be." His friend agrees. "I have been waiting for this. Fuck, let me tell the boys. They are going to go crazy."
"Let's meet up to plan. I want no loopholes. And it has to be soon, because I am done with waiting. I want him gone. Right now, he is weak. I smell him; he is in his rut. His weakest phase."
"fuck yes. Let's meet, I will tell the rest of the boys."
Marcus stands by his car, eyes glinting as his lips stretch in a smile.
"When do we go for him?"
Marcus looks up at the apartment he just came from, straight at Day's floor, eyes shifting their grey color to that of gold.
" Tonight," his grin is telling. "Let's go hunting."