<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Feeling his cheeks flush, Siv ducks his head. His tail twitches as he grows flustered by the kind treatment. Most of the Alphas he did business with weren't even half as sweet or caring as Val seemed to be. </span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">"......thank you." The omega says softly, his tone not quite able to convey the amount of gratitude he was truly feeling. Taking a deep breath, Siv pokes at and eats a few more fries (before his appetite would inevitably leave him), internally bracing himself for what he'd have to speak of next.<br/>
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Letting out another sharp breath, he begins speaking once more. <br/>
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"He dragged me into the alley by my hair, forced me to me knees, and put his gun to my head. Then he said that he'd shoot me if I didn't take his dick out of his pants and suck him off.<br/>
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So I did. Then he told me that if I did a shitty job, he'd arrest me. So I did my best. After he got off, he zipped himself up, and left, not bothering to threaten me further. I thought that'd be it, but he showed up the next night, and the next... and the next.<br/>
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For the first few times he dragged me to the alley he just wanted his dick sucked, then he'd be on his merry way. But of course that stopped satisfying him, and eventually he started bending me over a dumpster or something, to fuck.<br/>
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He never tore anything, I don't think, but he definitely gave it his best shot."<br/>
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Quieting again, Siv pokes at his food some more, not quite able to muster up the will to eat some more.</span></span></span>