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Dominic buried his head in his hands, sitting on the edge of the bed. His blond hair dripped water from his arms as he hadn't had the mind to dry it off properly. Behind him was the body of the omega, his omega, who had been unconscious for almost two days.

He didn't want to remember, but the images of what he saw when he woke up from his heat tormented him even leaving him with total insomnia. The lacerations, the various bruises, the marked fingers on every part of his body, the deep bites around his neck and chest which at that time had a horrible color, his own semen that was still coming out of the boy's anus and that mark on the back of his neck that was turning more and more purple with each passing second.

He had washed his body carefully, smeared a cream on the bites and bruises, even inside himself, finding some torn anal muscles. He had made sure to clean him up before putting him back to bed and cover him with a thick quilt but he knew he wouldn't feel that way when he wok