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Bruce couldn’t feel his arms. Nor his legs.
If he was honest, that was better than the first days in which he could feel his whole body burning in pain. At all times.
Well… perhaps with one exception, but since he was all drugged up at that moment he couldn’t be sure if he was as injured at the time.
Of course he was.
The door creaked open and Bruce tensed. Or he tried to.
He was so, so tired.
The scent of apples sent a shiver down his spine, but not in a good way.
Those were far away times.
He still could remember how the same scent that now terrified him made him feel safe, excited… loved .
When he could smell it now it just meant that the monster was close.
“Omega,” the monster purred. “So good, Omega.”
Bruce whimpered and turned his head when a hand tried to touch him. The monster snarled and gripped his jaw, turning the head back to its place, he bit his lips roughly.
“You do not deny me, Omega,” the monster growled.
Bruce used all his willpower to spit on the monster’s face.
The monster slapped him, hard enough to make him see stars but not to break his jaw. That only happened once, and Bruce thought, for a hopeful and naive second, that his mate was back, that he’d realized that he was wrong.
That it was all wrong.
But no. The care, the apologies, only lasted until he was healed. He wished he had destroyed the damn place. At least then the healing process would’ve been longer.
He would've had his mate for more than four days.
He was weak. Not only physically but emotionally.
He had the chance and he couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t kill Clark.
“What will it take for you to be willing?” Clark asked, mockingly. He didn’t care if Bruce was willing or not, he’d take his Omega whenever he wanted. “I want my mate back, Omega. My sweet, loving Bruce.”
Bruce closed his eyes. He tried to shake his head but the hand was back on his jaw.
“Pups,” he said in a broken, almost inaudible, voice.
Clark laughed. Cold and angry.
“Pups?” He drawled. “But Bruce you can’t have pups. You know that.” A broken Omega. “You can only satisfy me. Like you did before, love,” he caressed his cheek and Bruce whined. He wanted him to let go. He wanted him away.
“My pups,” he tried. “Let them go.”
Clark scoffed.
“Those are not yours,” he growled. “Or mine. But I know you love them, that’s why I brought them here, to be near you, to be safe,” his hand trailed to his hair, petting him like he would a dog, or a cat. “Out there they can be killed.”
But they are not alive here. They’re not living. His poor pups. Means to keep him in check.
“Monster,” he growled, trying in vain to move his hands. Even if he could move them, the shackles around his wrist would prevent him from moving too much, from hitting Clark.
“Oh, Bruce,” Clark sighed, almost looking sad. “When will you understand that this is for your own good,” his other hand trailed down, over Bruce’s abdomen, gripping at his tight, in between Bruce’s legs. “All I did, the executions, the new law, even playing as Earth’s governor, I did it all for you, babe. To keep you safe. To protect you.”
The murders, the conquers, the tyrany.
Bruce’s eyes filled with tears.
He missed his mate.
“Don’t worry,” Clark cleaned his tears. “It’ll all get better soon. After all, you have me . ”
You’re mine, Bruce, and I will never let you go.