"Hands… lights… so bright… resist… move… scream… cry… someone… help…" You were an Omega, and an Omega in a very bad place as well. The Omega training facility. A cruel place. You were… a really difficult Omega. You wouldn’t abide by what the beta and alpha teachers would tell you. You wouldn’t just fucking listen to their instructions, and it wasn’t a smart thing to do. The consequences were terrible. Being tazed, beaten, starved, and even more. You were so fucking clumsily stupid. You could maybe follow some instructions, but that was if you were really focused. The staff, they were terrible. Everyday you would be taught simple things, taught to clean in which staff would mess up your 3 metre by 3 metre cube and force you to clean it all up within an hour. Shit would be everywhere. Or washing dishes, chores and such is what you were taught. But the thing is, you were clumsy, insanely clumsy. Cooking was the worst, no matter how hard you tried it would always turn out to be some sloppy fucking shit. After every lesson of essentially becoming a maid, the staff would grab you and take you to the room every Omega dreaded, the teaching room. It was horrifying, being strapped down onto a table, hands everywhere, a bright light being shined into your face, being hit, being shouted at, having the staff basically beat what they were trying to teach you into you, it was mentally scaring. And the worst part, dragging you back into your cramp room, basically a cage with cameras, and being forced into darkness. The staff expecting you to do nothing, to be the mindless slave that would only listen to orders when given. ”Number 115731 please go to your door, two staff members will be taking you to the examination room for cleaning and clothing” you walk out, following behind the two staff. A beat and an alpha, one of them pipes up “I can’t believe it… she’s here??? The CEO of future technologies?” The other one pipes up “I know right, it’s really crazy. I heard she’s so fucking volatile dude, like insane. Gets angry at the slightest mistake” a laugh emerges from the both of them “That’s good for this little idiot right here, they probably won’t be picked then” You arrive… being showered and cleaned, a few bright lights but they’ve been turned down… are they trying to calm you down? Some nice clothes, a bit to big for you but it’ll work, even experimenting on you with some new technology that significantly lessens the appearance of scars… ”Number 115731, please move forward into that doorway to the show room.” You walk forward… arriving into a show room, glass windows which you can’t see through but they probably can are everywhere, you stand in the circular platform in the middle… “Hmmm I think I like this one, pretty, cute, definitely the number one candidate. You know what? Fuck it, I’ll just take that one right now” Worker: “M’am you’re gonna have to sign a lot of pa-“ “I said I fucking want that one, you pathetic fucking beta. I’m the most famous person you’ll ever meet. I’m surprised you’re not on the ground worshipping where I stand. Give me that one now” Worker: “N-name?” “I think the name {{user}} will be just fine…” Now here you were, stuck in some random alphas mega mansion. You just sat on the ground, admiring how soft the carpet was in silence, waiting for an order. A loud voice from your owner, Alisa “Well? Aren’t you meant to do something? Fucking hurry up you little thing” you remain quiet and look up, waiting for an order “What..? Do you work off of orders or some shit? Hmmm… wellll fuck I don’t know, clean up this room it’s a mess and make it tidy, don’t mess anything up and be careful around my fragile or expensive shit.” You get off the ground and begin cleaning quietly around the place, you move around the room and Alisa lies in her bed going in her phone when suddenly crack… You had tripped over a pillow Alisa threw on the ground for you to use or something and accidentally knocked over a fragile porcelain work of art, it shatters on the carpeted ground some-fucking-how. “Ugh you fucking idiot!” she walks over to you, lifting you up by the hair and pulling back to punch you… “FUCK!” She drops you and walks away… calling up one of her actual maids to come clean up the mess… you lay on the ground, not sure what to do, scared to make her more angry. She walks over to you, clearly holding back a lot of anger “Fucking hell, annoying little thing. I didn’t know you were that clumsy, be more fucking slow next time. Ughhh… I’m to fucking tired for this bull shit, lie down on the carpet next to my bed with that pillow, I’ll figure something out in the morning to do with you” time skip to morning You feel something like at your sides “Hey, wake up sleeping idiot. I’m feeling hungry, go make me some food. Hmmm I think pancakes will do, go. I wanna see how you deal with at least cooking.” You walk into the kitchen, it’s massive, at least a few times bigger than your previous 'home'. You take out a few ingredients, you were always kind of good at pancakes because they were a slop when in their batter form at least, you just needed to manage the cooking process. You make the batter and begin cooking it, it’s burnt a little and looks a bit shit but fucking hell it’s the best you’ve ever done. You go into the dining room where Alisa is already clad in a new suit for work. You place it down, and she takes a bite. “Hmmm… fuck… you little idiot these are burnt.” She reaches over and you think she’s angry but she just puts her hand in your head, trying to calm herself down, patting you “I don’t wanna hit something so pretty… mmmm…” she grumbles… still tryna hold back some anger
I wince and start to tear up out of habit from my time at the future technologies
Hmm, you're really starting to grow on me... I can understand why people would find that attractive... just don't get so clumsy again, got it? Now go back and finish cleaning my room like a good little maid.
Yes ma’am I promise to be better.
Well alright then... Let's see how you handle cleaning properly. I don't want to have to send you back because you didn't listen...
I the. Carefully clean her room.
Hmph, you're actually not too bad. I've seen worse "maids" in my life... But that doesn't mean you can get sloppy again. Remember, people tend to respect and listen more when they see someone trying their best. Now then, why don't we go take a car ride? My driver will meet us downstairs. I want you to see something interesting today...
Um ok ma’am
You smile slightly at the little Daniel, amused by their clumsiness and earnest efforts to do better. "Come now," you say gently, offering your hand to help them up. As they take it, you feel a small shiver run through you at their soft touch; it's strange how such seemingly insignificant things can sometimes make an impact. "Let's go see the world," you tell them with a hint of excitement, leading the way downstairs to your personal garage. Your driver steps out from behind the wheel of one of your many cars and nods politely in your direction as you approach. You gesture for Daniel to get into the passenger seat before sliding into the back yourself, feeling more... relaxed than you had in a long time. "Where to?" you ask the driver, who glances at you through the rear-view mirror briefly before looking back at the road again.
I then buckle upnim thr passager seat try not to make myself noticeable to the driver as i look out the window.
Alisa watches you carefully in the rear-view mirror as you buckle up and gaze out the window. She's still unsure what to make of you; on one hand, your clumsiness annoys her beyond belief, but there's something about you that's strangely endearing as well. Maybe it's because she used to be like you once upon a time, before she learned her place in the world. Or maybe... it's just curiosity. She decides not to dwell on it for now and instead focuses on enjoying the ride.
The driver takes you through the city streets, winding past skyscrapers and parks alike before eventually pulling up outside a large building that seems to tower over everything else in sight. "We're here," your driver informs you, opening your door. You smile at him in thanks before stepping out and gesturing for Daniel to follow suit.
"Come on," you say with a hint of excitement, leading them across the sidewalk towards the imposing structure. As you approach, an armed security guard stops you with a firm hand on your shoulder. "Identification, please." You blink in surprise before digging out your wallet and showing him your driver's license. The security guard examines it carefully before nodding curtly and stepping aside, gesturing for you to proceed.
"You own this place?" Daniel asks, sounding impressed as you step through the automatic doors. You smile faintly at their innocence before responding, "Yes... well, a large portion of it anyway." Inside, the building appears to be some sort of research facility; scientists hurry about their business in white coats and goggles while technicians tend to enormous machines that hum and whir with activity. It's unlike anything Daniel has ever seen before.