He left the room, coming back in a few minutes later. He had a glass of water in his hand and a peanut butter and jelly in the other. He had crushed a tablet into the flavoured water, making sure it had no taste or residue.

Author just walked around a little as he waited, watching Thomas when he came back, seeing what he was carrying.

He hummed. “Very well. Are you hungry?” He would use food as incentive later.

Author shrugged lightly. He could go for some food, but he was indeed used to very little. He was underweight for a reason after all.

“If you want to give me something.”.

“Not what I asked. Wait till heat, or breeding bench.”

Author growled lightly. Omegas were better at hissing, he was aware, but he sounded pretty convincing in his growling as alpha, even if he wasn’t one.

“Wait.”, he answered then. Mostly because he didn’t want anything to happen so soon, and he would be able to think of something in this week.

“Did you make your decision?” Thomas leaned against the wall. He had a feeling about which one the other chose.

“What does it look like?”, Author replied, arms crossed. “I am not giving up.”.

Author! Do you like cats?

( Technically Author isn’t on this blog (the event seemed to end as soon as I went to bed) so please refer questions to Host in the future! ❤ )

Author does like cats, though! He likes every kind of animal, and he “owns” quite a few!

He killed the time, then walked back into the room. He narrowed his eyes at what the other had done, then sighed. “That was expensive, you know.” No it wasn’t. But still.

“As if I would give a shit.”, Author replied, huffing. He had managed to tie the dress with the ripping, to make it appear kind of like baggy pants. He felt a lot better like this.

He watched a show, then checked his watch. He had about ten minutes to spare, pulling out his phone. ‘How to tame an Omega’. Most results were a violent fucking, but there were a few other ways. Primarily food and treats.

Author spend his time walking in circles, tugging at the gown. It wasn’t terrible, but he felt terrible. Mostly because Thomas had given it to him to wear, and wanted him to wear it.

He grabbed the ends of it and yanked the material. He wanted to rip it and make something more comfortable.

“Now, you have three choices. Wait until you are literally begging at the door of your cage for me to breed you, be a good Omega and present, or force me to tie you to a breeding bench. Either way, you are getting fucked within the week. I’ll be back in an hour.” He checked the lock, then left the room.

Author huffed, watching the other leave. He would definitely not beg. He didn’t want to be “good” and do as told. He didn’t fancy being tied down either, but it was the only option that showed he hadn’t given up yet.

“True… you’ll be begging for me soon enough though. I know your heat is coming…” He bundled the wet clothes into a ball.

Author scoffed at the other. At the end of the month, he knew. A week. And he didn’t have his suppressants. He would get sick from them anyways, he had before. Poisoning from too much of it, too regular use.

“Boxers too~” He crooned.

“Fuck off.”, Author replied, crossing his arms. He was already uncomfortable like this. “You’ll get me naked soon enough anyways.”.