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Usually, it was the rattle of chains that woke him up, alerting him that Jos paying him a visit to give him hell. Or sometimes, poor Max would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming bloody murder and waking Lando up with him. He always felt bad for Max. His dad would always come down and beat him senseless, and most of the time he brought the younger Alpha's with him. It was like a lesson, "how to make sure your Omega resents you for life". And from his own bloody father.
Lando always had to look away during those moments, for he knew he would be someone's Omega and have to be treated like that. It was hard to do though, because of how the dungeon was arranged. They were in small cells across from each other with thin mats and blankets, stained with year of blood, sweat and tears. Lando never slept on his mat anymore, as it was too riddled with shame of the decade of abuse. The pack leaders never bothered to give them new ones and he decided he would rather sleep on the floor than on the dirty fabric.
Sometimes, they were left in complete silence. And man, did it feel nice when the entire Red Bull facility was quiet. It gave him a chance to actually sleep (or at least try to) and sometimes even Max would be calm. Instead, what woke him up was the yelling of people above. It didn't sound like they were being attacked, no. It was more like arguing.
Lando could hear Jos, aka the devil, arguing about Max. Every now and then his name would be thrown in, along with the word 'mating', which he despised. Lando didn't want to mate here. He didn't want whatever tortures they gave him, but he knew they would happen eventually.
All he wished was to be free. To know what grass felt like and learn why the sky outside his one cell window was blue.
Lando Norris doesn't know how long its been since he's been outside. Every time he would try to do the math, his head would spin and Max would have to catch him before he fell over from dizziness.
He wanted to learn how to be a good Omega and have a nice mate that appreciated him. His dreams were crushed when he heard the cell door open. "Rise and shine, whores!" Lando wanted to crawl into a ball and cry. Degrading comments like that were normal for him and Max, but sometimes they hit like a freight train.
Lando reluctantly looked up. It was Helmut, the pack co-leader. He ruled with an iron fist alongside Jos, and particularly liked using Lando as a punching bag. Sometimes, he deserved it. Like when he would accidently speak out of turn or when he would do something without asking. But most of the time it was just because he could. Like, just because he was ranked higher than him, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to the two Omegas. Helmut used to be nice to the two of them, but when he realized how vulnerable they were, he decided to use that to his advantage.
And while Lando was Helmut's personal punching bag, what Max usually got was so much worse. It was like the Alpha had some sort of hatred for Max and his body. He had to crush his hands into his skull just to stop Max's screams from getting to him. Max described what Helmut did to him to Lando once. He said, "during my heats, sometimes he'd touch me... down there." Of course, Lando already knew that.
Every Alpha in Red Bull over the age of 18 was gathered by Max's cell a couple years ago, where Jos told them they had permission to do whatever they wanted to him during his heats, besides actually putting anything in him. And then someone asked if they could do anything to Lando. "He's more to let out your punches on. He's not a good Omega like Max is." That always made Lando sad, was he not good at being an Omega?
He wanted to help, so badly. But what was he supposed to do? Try and defend Max and die in the process? Not to mention he couldn't exactly leave his cell to actually do anything.
Helmut banged on the cell bars, starling Lando. He heard the door of the dungeon open again and saw Jos walking down the stairs. "Good morning, filthy Omegas." He sneered. Lando didn't know it was morning, which meant he had actually slept last night. That was at least one good thing. "We have very exciting news for you!" Jos said, fake smiling. It was a malicious smile, one that couldn't be trusted. The two Omega's heads snapped up. Lando knew it was a trick. It had to be!
"This is your last weekend in these cells!" Max looked at his friend hopefully. Were they actually getting out of here? "Because we're holding an auction for you!" Their smiles immediately left their faces. Being sold was worse than death.
Being sold meant all of your rights were immediately revoked and you were officially someone else's property. Any rights Lando and Max legally had left would be taken away from them. It was illegal in most countries, except for Germany and Russia. So either, they were in one of those few countries that it was legal in, or they were doing it illegally.
Max whined in distaste, making Lando whine back. Jos growled angrily and pointed a knife at the younger Omega, making him cower in his cell. He was known in the pack world for his wild temper and for pulling knives on people who breathed wrong near him. "You will do what I say bitch!" He stalked into his cell and grabbed him by his neck. The Omega flailed around and clawed at the hand at his throat.
Maybe this would finally end his life, maybe his suffering would end. Before he could pass out, Jos dropped Lando, but not before sending a few kicks into his ribs. "Try not to embarrass me tomorrow." Jos growled at Max and Lando, then left the Omegas alone.
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With the Räikkönen-Vettel pack
The Räikkönen-Vettel pack was known to be one of the kindest packs in the continent of Europe, maybe in the whole world. Very few were able to get in, sometimes if you were in so much trouble and had no where to go, they would let you temporarily stay. And how they got this reputation, was they would rescue stolen Omegas and return them to their families. And right now, they were planning the biggest break-out in history.
The RV pack's biggest rival was the Red Bull pack, who was the biggest name in Omega trading. And Sebastian Vettel had been tipped by someone that they had two Omega's that they never sold. That they just kept them in a dungeon in their headquarters. Once Sebastian found out about this he immediately called a pack meeting.
When everyone was gathered, Kimi and his mate stood at the front of the meeting room. All eyes were on them. "So, we were informed by one of our allies from the north that Red Bull has two Omegas that have never been sold till now." That got everyone's attention. The world knew about Red Bull's Omega selling system and knew that they never kept Omega's for long. Sebastian flipped through some slides, before landing on a slide with a blonde boy's face on it.
His face was covered in bruised, and his blonde hair was all tussled. There was dried blood in his hair and his under eyebags were purple and puffy. "This is Lando Norris." Kimi started. "He was part of the McLaren pack but was taken hostage when Red Bull burned the pack village down." One of the Omegas, Oscar, whined at this. He was from the Mclaren pack and had been very good friends with Lando before his kidnapping.
Sebastian flipped to the next slide, which showed another boy. He had caramel blonde hair that was as messy, if not more, than Lando's and light blueish greenish eyes. "This is Max Verstappen, son of Red Bull co-leader Jos Verstappen. Our intel says that he has been abused ever since he was born, and even more when he started presenting as an Omega." Sebastian said.
"Our plan, is to break them out before they get sold." Kimi said. He flipped through the slides, explaining who would do what and how they would do it. A tan hand rose from the seats of the briefing room. "Yes Carlos?" Carlos Sainz was one of the unmated Alpha's in the RV pack and had no intentions of ever mating. "What will we do when we find them? I know no one survived the McLaren fire and we're Max doesn't have any other family that aren't in Red Bull." He said.
Heads nodded, agreeing with him. Kimi nodded, before looking at his mate. "Well, I was thinking, that they could join our pack? I know we usually don't accept new people, but these boys need someone to help them in the world." Sebastian said. Heads nodded, agreeing again, while some were cautious. Another hand shot up, this one pale. "What if we don't make it in time?" Charles Leclerc, another unmated Alpha, said.
The pack leaders looked at each other. "Trust us. We'll make it."