Touch Starved Omega

wavering resolve and emotional distance as she communicated with the person on the line, directing them to retrieve me. In that

hat was meant to provide for me. Amidst the playful chaos of my siblings running around, their carefree laughter reverberating through the walls of the house, I found myself rooted to the ground. Tears cascading dow

will be. Since your father's passing, I no longer have any obligation to care for you." The icy chill in her voice sent shivers down my spine, as I struggled to comprehend the sudden transformation in her demeanor. Just as her hurtful words threatened to crush my s

d myself struggling to contain the tears that threaten to spill over. Seeking solace, I wrap my a

fering their warm embraces in a gesture of support and understanding. However, their well-intentioned actions are abruptly halted by the st

s me at ease. With a gentle touch and soothing words, he guides me towards a waiting car, ushering me away from the only home I have ever known. As the familiar si

e familiar confines of a car's back seat. Instead, I am now confined within the chilling walls of a dimly lit and

h my body, causing me to cry out in agony. The sharp sting of a needle piercing my skin leaves me gasping f

state of perpetual fear and confusion. The days blend into nights, and the pass

from a flickering bulb hanging above, casting eerie shadows that seem to dance across the damp walls. Fear, de

omes a mere concept as we are subjected to unspeakable atrocities that haunt our every waking moment. Within the cold and

ith each passing moment. Their insidious whispers echo in the darkness, planting seeds of doubt and despa

ity. The tormentors seem to revel in our suffering, taunting us with their twisted games and cruel tricks. We are left to wond