The Stained Omega by Elle T Jefferson

The Sadness Bubble 

(Anna) 

I’m back in the cage, it smells like I remember it, like death, S*x and sweat have forever stained the walls around me. The women in the other cages are all silent. It was never silent here. I listen hard for the noise of S*x and chatter above me. There is nothing. I notice a tall figure standing in the dark just out of reach of my cage. I sniff but I can’t smell anything. I try to shout out but only silence leaves my mouth. 

“Little wolf, little wolf, let me in.” a voice sounds from the figure before me. As my eyes adjust, I can sort of make out that it’s a male. I still can’t make a sound. 

“I’ll pry, I’ll pull, and I’ll stretch your legs around me” I don’t like this person, whoever they are they’re not friendly to me. I look around and the women have all disappeared. I’m no longer in my cage, I’m spread eagle on a bed, tied down by ropes that are cutting into my skin. I’m surrounded by silky red satin. I know this room: I fell asleep in this room. Blood runs down my arms as the rope cuts into my wrists, 

“Little wolf, little wolf. Let. Me. In,” I turn to the voice and before me stands Fraction. Except it’s not, his hair is a mess, his beard is gone, no more are the chiselled abs I’ve come to enjoy looking at, in their place is a beer belly. His once adoring green eyes are yellow and filled with rage. “Let. Me. In.” With each word he gets closer and closer. 

I volt out of the bed covered in sweat, Fraction’s shirt is sticking to me. My hair is soaked. I can’t catch my breath. 

“Anna, what happened?” Fraction is up and in front of me in no time at 

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all. I back away from his confused look, he holds his hands up in a display that tells me he means no harm. I dash for the ensuite bathroom and lock the door behind me. “Anna, open the door!” Fraction is pounding on the bathroom door. 

“I just need…I just need a minute.” I call to him. 

I strip and step into the shower, turning it on. I let the cold water punish my skin. Goddess. that was a bad one. It’s been one week since I woke up in Fraction’s bed. Each night he has fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed and each night I have awoken covered in sweat and panicked from a nightmare. Sometimes it’s my father, other times it’s John, this is the first time it’s been Fraction though. I sit on the floor of the shower and sob. I’m scared all the time, even when I’m 

alone I fear I’m not..