There was a rancid smell in the air -the kind of scent you'll find in hospitals or morgues. Decomposing flesh to the point of rotting filled the air mashing it together with an intense odor of medicine. The aroma was enough to wake Luther from his induced slumber. He covered his eyes to protect himself from the strong light above him. The other hand knocked down a plate of scalps and other surgery instruments.
Luther tried looking around, blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the blinding white light. He was cold. He could feel his skin making direct contact with the operation table he was put on. A large mark was drawn around his stomach, isolating his flower mark from the rest of his abdomen.
"Fuck", thought Luther. " I need to get out quickly or I'm gonna be killed"
A loud bang echoed right outside the room. Luther palmed a scalpel and sat right in the position he woke up in. He knew all the utensils on the floor would betray his awakening, but he just needed someone to get close enough.
Sanchez walked into the room and sat across Luther's table on a small chair. He didn't say or do anything, he just sat there staring intensely at the omega. Luther tried to control his breath, but he felt his heart pumping out of his chest. He prayed that Sanchez wouldn't hear it.
A full minute passed. Then two. Then three. Luther lost count after that. Yet, he had another problem on his mind: the temperature was dropping. He couldn't shiver without betraying he was awake. Sanchez didn't seem to move, but he could feel his gaze burning through him. Luther analyzed his options: he could try attacking, but he didn't know if the man was armed; he could continue to sit there waiting, but he was bound to be discovered; he could speak, but what would happen next if he lost the element of surprise?
-I know you are awake.
Luther didn't move. He did not say anything.
-Hah, chuckled unamused Sanchez. You dropped the plate, dude.
Still no response.
Sanchez sighed.
-I know you took a scalpel. You're waiting for me to get close, huh?
He stepped closer to Luther. So close, Luther could feel his minty breath on him.
-Look, I left my neck unprotected. If you're quick, you could slice or pierce my jugular artery. Go on. I know for a fact you are not shy.
Luther shivered unconsciously. He was still unsure if he had to move or not. He couldn't trust this guy. He read right through his plan so why would he let himself be vulnerable by doing whatever the kidnapper wanted?
Sanchez scoffed.
-Boring.
Sanchez opened Luther's palm and took the scalpel.
-Wasted opportunity if you ask me.
He dragged the tip of the scalpel around the marked area of Luther's stomach. The omega stood as still as he could, even if his skin shivered under the light pressure. The tension thickened in the room as neither of the men would give up on their play.
Another loud bang interrupted their strategic war. The short distraction was enough for Luther to wrap his biceps around Sanchez's throat and wrap his legs around his waist, enough to immobilize the alpha.
The one responsible for this new rather awkward situation was none other than Claus. Luther blinked in confusion, but didn't loosen his grip.
-What the fuck? mumbled Claus
The scene was rather obscene. Luther, completely naked, gripped tightly Sanchez's neck, gluing him to his chest and securing it with his legs, leaving all his weight to anchor the alpha down.
As for Sanchez, he was trying to hold a vertical position, supporting both Luther's and his heft with his arms pushing down on the table. The strain of effort was making his veins show, threatening to pop out his skin. His hip was docked by the side of the table. He could barely breathe, his face turning redder and redder as the seconds passed.
-You said he was going to sleep.
-Clearly, he's not, coughed Sanchez struggling.
-One more step and I'll snap his fucking neck.
-Luther, pleaded Claus.
-Don't. You want revenge? Great. Be man enough and get it yourself, said sharply Luther. Don't waste my time with pathetic losers like this one.
-Oh, my feelings, babe…
-Luther, I can explain.
-I don't care. You will go out that door and I'll consider this your revenge. Do not appear again in front of me you know what's good for you.
-Ugh, scoffed Sanchez liberating his pheromones.
The pungent and overpowering scent wafted through the air, invading every corner of the room with its toxic presence. As he struggled to breathe, the pheromones seemed to seep into his very being, clouding his vision and disorienting his mind. His heart raced in a panic as the oppressive odor grew stronger, suffocating him in its grip.
-Omega pheromones? But why are they affecting me?
-I am an alpha, said Sanchez easily breaking free, now that his pheromones took full effect on Luther.
Luther fainted without another word. Claus coughed violently from across the room, spitting blood everywhere.
-Get out before it kills you, said unaffected Sanchez.