Luther woke up with a ringing tune in his ear. He felt hungover, the room was spinning uncontrollably and he had a bitter taste in his mouth. The room was pitch black- the opposite of the first blinding light he woke up to. He was thankful, as thankful as one can be in his situation- for the dark.
Luther took a moment to let all that happened sink in, to take a moment of comfort in the unknown darkness that was embracing him. He felt the softness of a bed under him, the sinking of the mattress cradle around his body, giving him a false sense of security. The air was filled with the soft scent of freshly washed laundry and pancakes.
"I need to get out", tried Luther to focus.
His stomach growled. His body was feeling heavy and almost asleep between the soft covers. He was aching all over. He didn't have any energy in his body, but his mind was alert. Despite the ease his surroundings were oozing of, he was in danger.
He shifted out of the bed carefully. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, but couldn't exactly tell the objects around him by the vague forms he distinguished. The floor cracked slightly as he shifted his weight.
As he got near the door, a clanking sound was echoing slightly outside. Luther pushed on the door handle. The light blinded him for a second as he opened the door. Readjusting took just one second, but it was enough time for Sanchez to appear in front of him like a bricked wall.
-You slept like a log. Aren't you a bit too comfortable given your situation?
-What the hell are you wearing?
Sanchez was dressed in nothing but an apron. The flowers on it were too colorful in Luther's opinion. He reminded the omega of a toddler that dressed up himself. It would be almost amusing if he wasn't kidnapped, drugged and probably with some missing organs.
-I'm cooking breakfast, replied the alpha in an annoyed tone. Is this really the first question you wanna ask?
-Where am I?
-My home. I discovered something rather interesting about you, Luther Wilkers. Something interesting enough to not conclude my business with your dear friend, Claus.
-Claus put you up to this?
-I'll answer more questions after you eat. I can't have you fainting as soon as I start working.
Luther gulped. He thought about his possibilities in that situation: he could refuse, anger the kidnapper and worsen his position or he could eat to regain his strength, have his questions answered and maybe lower the alpha's guard just a little bit. He chose the latter.
Luther sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
-Is it even edible?
-Do you have any other options? smirked Sanchez leading the way toward a small wood table.
On it, there were carefully arranged freshly squeezed juice and pancakes with butter and strawberry jam.
-You have a sweet tooth, remarked Luther.
Sanchez put a blanket around Luther's shoulders, covering him diligently. Luther looked at him suspiciously.
-Thought you might be uncomfortable, said Sanchez sitting down and mimicking a fake gentle smile.
-I'm not ashamed of my body, said Luther starting to cut his pancakes with a fork.
He wasn't provided any knives. Even the fork was more of a spoon than a fork. The form was driving Luther mad, but he kept his attitude in line.
-Of course, mumbled Sanchez, you're not a weed. You're a fucking heir.
He was angry. His eyebrow twitched slightly, but just enough for Luther to remark it. That wasn't a good sign.
-Your house is rather pretty for a psychopath, said Luther with a fake air of indifference.
-You wanna talk about my interior design? chuckled Sanchez.
-Well, you said you decorated it with omega cut-out flowers from their abdomen. I was expecting it to smell like rotten flesh and decomposition and to look more… bloody and messy. To find freshly made pancakes, a soft laundry scent in the air and such a tidy minimalist house is quite a shock.
Sanchez smiled.
"Genuinely" thought Luther.
"He was more pretty when he smiled" remarked the omega"
He had a rather baby face on a closer inspection. Maybe it was the scars around the eyes or the busted lips or the grown messy mullet-like hair that gave him such a scary first impression. But with that smile, the way his lips curled up, his lower lip plumped, a slight shade of dimples appeared, he was adorable.
-You're staring, said Sanchez continuing to smile, but with a trace of arrogance this time.
-So, Luther cleared his throat, what do you need from me in order to let me go?
-Nothing. I need nothing. I just find you amusing and I could use you in more than one way in my work.
-And what is this work? Skinning people while they orgasm?
-That's more of a hobby. Don't worry too much. We have time to unpack all of that, Belladonna.
Luther shivered. The way he accentuated the last word with a cold tone, contrasted with the warm atmosphere created just a moment ago reminded Luther once again this little chess they were playing could cost him everything.
-I am not a Belladonna.
-Don't bother lying, said Sanchez using his knife to cut Luther's remaining pancake. I rather not cage such a rare beauty. After all, if you're that eager to see my collection, I could show you right now.
Sanchez grabbed the omega by the back of his neck, pushing his head into the table with a loud bang. Luther felt his skull crushing under the pure force pinning him down. He glued the tip of his cutlery knife in Luther's cheek, as he poured down on him the juice.
-Shall I?