"It's all your fault," the cold voice sounded through the cries. "She was my best friend and now she's gone."

Writhing on the floor, Thea prayed for the electro torture to stop. The surges from the collar made her cry out and gasp for air, her body she had no control over, she just jiggled like JellO on the ground wishing for it to stop.

Rina finally stopped pressing the button.

"I don't know how you did it. But I'll find out and that day will be worse than the days of hell I'll give you until then."
"I didn't do anything."
"Silence!"

The button was pushed once again, and the spasms started up with pain of renewed strength hitting Thea from within.

It had become a new ritual for Rina.

A new schedule for Thea.

Each morning just before 6 Tina would wake Thea up with a shock collar session and a verbal assault. Making Thea go through the rules, having her call herself dog repeatedly. She would then be allowed 10 minutes to get dressed and report to laundry and work 6 hours there before heading to the kitchen to do dishes for the rest of the day.

At maybe 7 or 8 in the evening, she would be dismissed, people believing she had time to rest and do something not work related until the next day.

That was not true.

It had been about 10 days since she had been released from the hospital. Nobody had really told her anything, not that they needed to. She knew what had happened, she had been beaten up, gone to the hospital for repairs and then sent back to the lion's den.

It had not really shocked her that she would go back.

The staff at the hospital had been borderline nice to her. She had gotten full and competent medical treatments. Gotten three meals a day, though she had trouble eating because she had gotten used to not eating much. The hospital bed, which most probably would have found uncomfortable, was like sleeping on a cloud for her. Thea had been sad when they had discharged her.

She had been sent back to Rina who had sent her to her doghouse to wait for instructions.

And instructions she had gotten.

Burnt into her memory through the shockwaves cursing through her.

The first day in the kitchen when she returned to work, she had gone a full day without any punishments and hoped that would be the new norm. Especially when she had been dismissed after dinner, she had figured that things would have become easier.

How wrong she had been.

Some days she would get a little privacy, not that being in that cold doghouse was a treat at all. But other days Rina would instruct her to her room and just torture the hell out of her. Apparently, Rina had been prohibited from using the shock collar. She was still to wear it for tracking purposes. Rina however had just taken that part as a work rule. She used the collar outside work when nobody saw it, and she threatened with death and destruction if Thea told on her.

Who would she tell anyway?

The Omegas?

What help would they be? They had as little power as Thea herself. All they could offer was sympathy.

The days varied with Rina's tortures, the constant was however that Thea had to return to the kitchen alone and clear up everything left from the night shift, however long it took. Usually, she had to be there at half past midnight when the house had quieted down and the Omegas been dismissed.

Only Thea was on duty.

After Hannah's disappearance the kitchen night shift had been shut down. Nobody knew where she had gone, probably the reason Rina was furious half the time. There had been whispers, but from what Thea had learned from the other Omegas there was just no sign of Hannah. She was not in the dungeon and her family had no idea either.

And since the nightshift had no leader, everything was left to Thea.

It took her hours each night. If she was lucky, she could go to bed at maybe 4-4.30 in the morning to be woken a little before 6 with Rina's morning rituals. Thea had learned to try to sleep in the evenings after dinner, just in case she was not able to at night. Of course, that would be the days when she was not going to Rina's room.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Thea missed the days where she would just occasionally get zapped in the kitchen and be humiliated by that. There were days where it was not that bad. But now with Rina's fueled hate it was every day and on schedule.

She was tired of the pain.

Tired of being called a dog.

Just having her name would give her some dignity, something to hold on to. Slaving away in the laundry room and kitchen did not bother her. It was a job. Just like the bars she had been working 12 hour shifts at before she had gone to Blood Oath. It was a way to pass the time, though at times it was exhausting.

That day had not been any different. A long day of work, then her torture time with Rina. Thea hoped Rina would get bored so there would be a little time to wash up and rest before her night duties.

"Your life will always be in my hands. If you try to blab, you'll be sorry. The Alpha won't give a shit about a human."
"I got medical attention, he must give a crap of some sort" Thea shot back well aware that was not a wise choice.

The Alpha probably had no idea what was going on, so, as much as she wanted to blame him and hate him for her actual situation, she could not put that on him. She could hate him for not wanting to know, but that was it.

"No, you got medical attention because the area leaders decided they didn't want to lose a laborer. If you're going to die it'll be doing your job."

Thea scoffed knowing it was probably true. Who would care for her anyway?

"Now piss off, dog. The kitchen better be spotless tomorrow."

Nodding Thea left Rina's room, relived but aching from the muscletension when electrocuted. She sighed a deep sigh when she was far enough away from the room to be certain Rina would not hear her.

The grand clock in the hallway leading from the back stairs to the kitchen showed she had about an hour before she needed to begin her night duties. Rina had been having a lot of fun that evening. She felt her throat was hoarse from crying and all the begging she had done. Not that she felt like begging, the pain she had learned to accept. It was Rina who liked her begging, sometimes she stopped earlier if she had gotten her fill of pleas for mercy, that was why Thea lowered herself to do it.

There had still been a few people in the kitchen so beginning early had been out of the question, that could have been for the best, it had given her some time to just sit and do nothing in her drafty hut.

She had been at it for a few hours, slowly but surely getting through the stacks of dirty dishes, pots and pans. Humming lightly a lullaby her mother had sung to her, Thea kept working though her back ached and her feet were tired from standing all day.

"Where's everybody?" A deep, slightly rumbling though pleasant voice asked not far behind Thea.

Gasping in shock, she nearly dropped the oven tray she was washing and turned around with her heart in her throat. Nobody ever came to the kitchen that late at night.

"What?" she asked looking over the man standing some feet away.

He was not bad looking.

Tall as the freaking Chrysler building, long legs in fitted dark jeans, broad shoulders and a torso to die for hidden behind a snugly fitting t-shirt showing off his defined chest. Arms with bulging muscles and sporadic dark hairs matching the semi-long dark hair on his head. It had that wave to it like it had been up in a manbun and the hair had formed to the position, but he had loosened it and the wave showed. His eyes had a soft green color almost tropical oceanic green, not like grass or the forest, and his pinkish lips were full, formed in an apologetic half-smile showing off every dentist's wet dream. A set of blinding white, regular teeth.

"Are you alone here?"

Thea gave him a pointed look making a gesture at the room with a rather 'what part of this is not obvious to you?' feel to it.

"Ok, ok, my bad. I was just wondering where everybody is."
"Sleeping, howling at the moon or chasing rabbits, whatever werewolves do at night," Thea shrugged.

His eyes lit up and he cocked his head with a crooked smile spreading on his face. "That's funny. Guy," he said.
"Ok, not funny. I'm a girl."
"My name. Guy. And yours?"

Thea blushed at her mistake and then her eyes shot back and forth in the kitchen seeing if anybody where indeed there besides them. Then she blushed even more and refused to meet his eyes.

"Dog."

The word was almost lower than a whisper and it pained her to say it. But she did, it was programmed into her and she was afraid he would do something to her if she had said anything other than 'dog'. Maybe he was there to test her.

"I knew humans were weird, but I thought they had a fairly ok grasp on names. Is that your real name?"

Her head snapped up; anger flared in her grey eyes as she moved threateningly forward towards him. "It's Thea! Dog is what you and your kennel of misfits want me to be. I'm not. And I don't care what the fuck you do to me, but don't mock me for following the rules I've been painfully learning."

She poked a finger into his steel hard chest for emphasis making him growl lowly. Her face dropped instantly, she flew back from him and cowered waiting for him to strike her. Like all the others. She had been out of line; she had talked back and she had touched him.

He just stood there looking stunned.

She had really expected him to hit her. But he did not. He did not say anything to her outburst he just let his eyes roam the room.

"Eh, I've been out on patrol and just got back and thought I'd get something to eat." He walked to a fridge and opened it looking in at boxes with different kinds of produce with a lost expression. "Damn I had been longing for a sandwich, but I can't figure out what's what here," he mumbled.
"I'm not allowed to touch the food, but I can make you a sandwich if you sign off on it, so I don't get in trouble?"
"You'd do that?"
"Naturally, just write your consent on the pad over there after." Thea pointed at a small desk at the door where the kitchen roster and stuff was.

Thea walked to the fridge he had been looking into and looked up at him, his green eyes meeting hers, sending little tingles down her spine.

"What kind of sandwich do you want? Turkey? Ham and cheese? Tuna? Veggie?"

He scrunched up his nose when she mentioned a veggie sandwich which made her smile.

Werewolves and their meat.

"Ham and cheese if you don't mind. Mayo and mustard if possible. No tomatoes." He chuckled. "Ok, no veggies at all."

With a grin, Thea pulled out cheese and ham. In another fridge she found mayo, and, in the cupboard, she grabbed mustard and bread. She began opening the boxes and the smell of food made her mouth water and her stomach growl with need. She could not remember the last time she had been allowed to eat a full meal. Well, she could, it had been at the hospital.

"How many?"
"Three."

In no time she had made the sandwiches and placed them on a plate for him which she pushed over the kitchen counter towards him before she packed away the food and cleaned the counter where she had made the sandwiches.

"Enjoy." She was about to go back to her dishes when he stopped her.

"Join me. I asked for three because one is for you."
"I'm not allowed."
Again his nose scrunched up and his brows furrowed. "I'm fairly certain that the rules here are for you to obey your superiors, and I'm telling you to eat. So, eat."

Afraid to take she sandwich she looked at him with pleading eyes. What if it all were a test and she would be punished the next day for all her mistakes?

Guy took one of the sandwiches and held it out to her. "I said, eat."

She snatched the sandwich from his hand and took a quick bite, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head at the sensation. Thea let out a small, delightful sigh and took another bite afraid the sandwich would be taken from her at any time.

"This is awesome," Guy mumbled while eating his sandwich, keeping a close eye on her while she ate. The first few bites had been huge and she had swallowed fast. Then she had slowed down.

Grateful and not able to eat more, Thea put down the sandwich and smiled at him. "Thank you, Guy. I'd better get back to work."
"What?" He looked at the half-eaten sandwich with a puzzled frown. "You're done?"
"I'm not used to eating, my stomach gets full very quickly."

He looked at her even more puzzled.

"When was the last time you ate?"
She shrugged. "I don't remember. Maybe two days ago."
"Don't they feed you regularly like the other Omegas?"
"I'm not an Omega, I'm human and don't have the same rights I'm told. I get to pick a little from the trash when Rina thinks I've behaved."
"But you need to eat. You look like a 12-year-old."

He gave her a full elevator look and the appreciation and lust burning in his eyes for just a second told he was not thinking of her as a 12-year-old at all.

"I'm 19, thank you very much. And you see what you'd look like if you work 16-20 hours a day and only get to eat every two days."
Holding up his arms in surrender he backed away a step. "I meant no offense, I just meant you need to eat."
"That makes two of us, but I'm not really the one making that decision. I do thank you for the food, I have to get back to work now or I won't be done in time."

Thea went back to the sink and refreshed the cold with warm water and soap before she got back into it. She almost jumped out of her skin when he suddenly appeared next to her with a dishtowel and began to dry the things she had been cleaning.

"Wha... What are you doing?"
"Helping you. You made me a sandwich when you clearly had no time for it, I'm helping you with this. If we're two it'll be done faster."
"You really don't have to be nice to me. None of the others are."
"I'm not like the others. Just let me do this."

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