...this quarter, we saw a good increase in profits due to the release of a new product... the sales manager said in a businesslike tone.

Ah, another meeting, another sales increase, more money, money, money, so much money... It takes so many people to find out that the Dubrovskys are a little bit richer. There's a whole room dedicated to it, with so many "big shots" sitting around a long table, the slides slowly changing, a graph, another one. Sometimes, Klement couldn't believe that Damir was listening to this with such a clear gaze, while the gears in his head continued to turn. Yes, of course, Klement wants to be the next owner of the company, but there's something terribly boring about knowing those stupid percentages that are already growing every day, month, quarter, and year.

Klement's bare feet splashed through puddles and wet asphalt, and hot air escaped from lungs, swirling around. You ran as fast as possible, carefully ignoring small pebbles, twigs, and any other obstacles, because this was another attempt. Another attempt to escape from the one who had ruined your existence, hurt you, mocked you, and torn you away from your past life under the guise of a virtuous man...

Last night, you were punished, and you didn't even remember why. An empty room with a mattress, a cold floor, a small window, and Klement's shirt on your shoulders, so that Alpha would only smell like Omega. You heard the guards standing by the window take a break. You couldn't resist taking advantage of the moment. The small window, designed to let in sunlight, was large enough for an exhausted body to escape.

The air was scorching both inside and out, and brain felt like it was on fire. Eyes were burning with tears. Was this freedom? Could you run to the nearest house and call the police? Away from the mansion that had become your prison...

The approaching barking of the dogs felt like a baseball bat to the head. These dogs had been trained to bite only you...

"Sir, we've caught him"

The sound of a text message came too loudly in the white corridor opposite the meeting room. Klement looked at his phone screen in surprise, raising his eyebrows. Oh? Again? He hadn't even been informed about this little escape.

"Did you read something more interesting?" Damir's voice sounded nearby, not very happy about being interrupted for a text message. Damir's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips lifted as he waited for Klement's response.

"No, absolutely nothing interesting," Klement replied, putting his phone back in his pocket. "It's just a small disaster that has already been dealt with. I should probably make sure everything went smoothly," Omega said, maintaining a respectful tone with his father.

Klement walked slowly along the corridor of the mansion, following Mikhail, humming a tune to himself.

"In this room," Mikhail said, leading Klement to where you were being held.

Klement didn't slow down as he entered, locking the door behind him. He found himself in a familiar windowless room with dim lighting, where a large bed was positioned against the wall and a wide wardrobe stood opposite it. This was the room where he usually enjoyed himself with you... Oh, but today he didn't feel like having fun. His gaze shifted to the corner of the room... The pillar against the wall, which was used for various purposes, was currently being utilized to keep you kneeling with your hands cuffed behind it.

"Oh, what a disappointment..." Omega muttered, walking over to the closet and busily opening the doors. His fingers went over the various tools, reaching up to a pair of gloves. Oh, Klement was careful with his hands, and he didn't want to leave any unnecessary marks.

"Are you disappointed with your escape?" Klement asked as he approached, and the glove creaked as it stretched over his skin. He examined you, noting a couple of new bandages and plasters... Oh, the dogs did a good job. Without waiting for an answer, Klement slapped you and grabbed your hair. "I, personally, am extremely disappointed... You don't learn anything, worthless Alpha," slap, "What must I do to make you understand how pointless your attempts are?" slap, "Tell me, do you regret it?"