Killer instinct a tale of unspeakable horror

Akira’s POV

This is one of the days I regret being born. Ever hate your existence? I hate mine. As far back as my memory could take me, all I remember is being maltreated and belonging to no one at all. No family, no siblings and no friends. Just some lowly dirty omega no one wants to associate with. Other girls my age usually have a best friend to help them feel better, but then there’s me; the cursed omega everyone hates.

I was instantly brought back to reality by the sting of my master’s whip on my back. I crawled forward in so much pain trying to escape the agony but it felt like an impossible task. I cared less about how the ground was dirty and the only thing on my mind was to escape this cursed life.

I looked up to him, my eyes pleading for mercy but his anger was obvious and I wonder what exactly my offense was this time. He had a cruel smirk on his face as he towered over my weak body deriving joy in what he did.

“You useless wretch! You are of no use to me!” he spat. His saliva splattering all over my face but that wasn’t a problem to me. I was used to it already and the only thing I wanted to stop was the whipping.

“You made my guest make fun of me for having a weak slave that can barely get anything done without messing it up.” he continued with another whip landing on my back again. I felt so weak due to the wolfsbane laced on the whip he used to inflict pain on me. He ensured he always had his whip laced with wolfsbane so that my injuries would not heal fast.

“I should sell you to someone who would keep you in check. Maybe, just maybe you might be better.” he spat again and all I could do was whimper in pain. Nothing he said mattered at the time because my body was already too weak from the pain I felt all over.