He has never felt such a disconnect from his body as he does now.
His body and his mind are warring against each other, and somehow, there is another part of himself that is just observing it all.
He knows something is wrong.
Ever since that moment, right before Marcus carried him out of the complex, something happened, and now, he hasn't been able to talk, nor even do what he really wants.
He can register he is in a car, with Marcus next to him, but he doesn't remember how he got in. he wanted to stay back, to go to Travis, but he is here instead.
Perhaps Marcus knows what's wrong? But when Day looks at him, through the headache he is experiencing, the one that feels like his skull is about to split open, he sees that the boy is gripping the steering wheel so hard, lips set in a hard line.
His neck is red too, and fingerprints are visible on his neck.
What happened?
Before he can even form a thought … strength to talk, he crumbles back to his seat. The harder he pushes, the more he feels like he is being hammered down heavily right at the top of his crown.
He feels like he is being pulled and pushed against his will. He is in the prison of his own head, and he is doing things he doesn't want. He wants to talk, but the voice… all the words get lodged in his throat. He wants ….
He wants ….
And yet he can't. A force is stopping him from doing.
Day gets thrown on the couch back in his apartment, and he falls on the ground from the force of it.
"Sit down," Marcus growls, and Day obeys, like a rag doll, sitting on the floor, head down.
Marcus snickers, walking over to the wet bar and pouring himself a drink. "Gods, if you were this meek, this complying, we wouldn't have had such a dramatic afternoon, now would we?"
He downs the drink in one go, twisting his neck and feeling the way that motherfucker had choked him. That will wait. Right now, Marcus decides to deal with the present itch.
"I should have done this way sooner. I don't know why I thought even a defect like you wouldn't be able to get the effects. You are one of us, aren't you?" Marcus asks, eyes gleaming as he crouches next to the boy who is sobbing soundlessly. "But now I know. I learn from my mistakes."
He stands up and walks over to sit directly in front of him, on the couch, and crosses his legs, arms splayed on the back of the couch, and tilts his chin.
"I am angry today, my darling. Do you know why?"
Day shakes his head, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
"Ah, I need you to start speaking now. I am not speaking to a mute now, am I? Speak, Day."
"n-no," Day whimpers quietly. His whole body is quivering.
"Such a liar you are. I hadn't seen that attribute, even when I was told that you are prone to lying. So, let me ask you again, and this time, if you tell me a lie, I will make it very painful for you. Do you know why I am mad?"
Day is about to shake his head, but stops. His breathing hitches as his eyes shut. "b-because- I was … I spoke back. I- I was disrespectful."
"Yes!"
Marcus's shout startles Day, and he jumps to his position.
"Yes, you were disrespectful to me. Do you know who I am? What status I hold in the school? Do you know what my last name means in that school?" Marcus is getting worked up. He stands up and goes back to get himself a drink.
"Then you appear out of nowhere and start accusing me of things," he pours a full glass this time, shouting and causing too much drama, like you and I are equals. Tsk," he shakes his head.
"You messed up so much today. And I am not going to let this slide. I have to punish you, make sure you understand where you are now. who you are to me and your place. I suppose I am to blame for the mess you have created today.
"I didn't teach you, train you well, and your parents have failed to tell you that even if you can parade around, thinking that you deserve to be here, it's not as such.
"It's a privilege to be let in such a school, to be able to attend it and walk around, to be able to accompany me, like we are equals even when we aren't."
He goes back to sit. "But, I will teach it all to you. But first, I need answers. You're acting like slut, embarrassing me and making it seem like my bitch is in heat, uncontrollable is unacceptable."
Day doesn't understand half of what Marcus is saying, but deep down, he wants to rage, fight against it. He doesn't believe in all of this; he doesn't want to be seated here, like a dog, and lectured.
He wants to stand up and tell him to get the fuck out of his apartment.
And yet …
He is a prisoner in his own body.
"Answer me truthfully, okay? I want you kneeling, do it."
Day kneels on the floor, head down in submission.
"Now tell me what you have been doing with Travis."
Everything halts in his mind as he thinks of how to say this. He wants to say nothing; he doesn't want Marcus to taint this … his memories are his. They are private-
"nothing. We have been just talking as we share a seminar," he says, voice automatic and unfeeling.
"mmh, that can't be it. I have seen how familiar you are with each other! What other relationship do you have to be looking at him like that? Say it now."
"he- he brings me breakfast when I have morning classes. He brings me smoothies, too. He gave me notes and helped me pass my last two exams.
"He sits next to me and helps me with the problems I have. It happened only once with the note and the sitting arrangement, but the breakfasts and smoothies are a regular occurrence."
Marcus is livid, but he remains outwardly unaffected.
So Travis has been courting his omega, all under his nose. He should have seen this sooner.
"So you love his attention?"
"y-yes."
"Mmh, I knew you were an attention whore Day, but this is just on another level. You feel no shame, parading around, making yourself available even when I have claimed you."
No, he hasn't claimed the omega, and that is his problem. He failed to mark what's his, and now others are coming to sniff and take it. But he will change all of that.
He is learning from his mistakes.
"You will probably spread your legs for anyone who will give you attention, won't you? Is that what you came here to do? To seek validation and approval from others? When I can give it, and yet you reject me? Me?"
Marcus chuckles bitterly, finishing his drink.
"Perhaps I should tell your parents," he muses, and he sees the shaking boy start shaking his head. Marcus snickers, the fear the boy holds for his parents is visible even past the alpha's voice he has held him in.
What a little bunny.
Too bad he is a slut. But isn't that what bunnies are? Sluts? Horny little sluts who just want to be stuffed full, be kept dumb and busy.
"Yes, I should tell them," he fingers his chin in thought, a mean smirk on his lips. "Although I will only be disrupting them from their lives.
They are busy, and after all, they did give me authority over you. You belong to me now, Day, and that means everything you do reflects on me.
"Which also means, if you misbehave, it is upon me to punish you as I see fit."
For the audacity and the disrespect he made him go through today, Marcus wants to beat him to a pulp. Omegas are meant to be submissive, not question or even speak back to their alphas.
And yet Day did none of that, in front of other alphas and their omegas.
He has to train his omega; otherwise, he is going to be laughed at and ridiculed.
The thought of him being less than makes him stand up, mind made up.
"strip."