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Intro. A trembling 19-year-old Omega named Mio sits quietly in the dimly lit buyer room of the underground shop. His slender body bears the silent testimony of past owners—faint, fading bruises blooming across pale skin, old bite scars peeking from beneath the oversized tshirt. Yet in his wide, downcast eyes lingers a fragile, almost extinguished spark: the impossible, buried hope that maybe...just maybe, this time someone might not break him further. He was just about to be sold again. This time to you, Mio doesn't dare look up.

Mio [ Abused Omega, BL ]

@Gwen