*Content warning: some depictions of gore and abuse!!*
Eno woke up refreshed to find that the communication terminal he had plugged in last night was not fully charged, only about half charged. At first, he wondered if the terminal was broken, and rolled over to press the bedside lamp, which didn’t respond either.
There must have been a power outage. Eno rolled out of bed, but fortunately the water hadn’t stopped as well, so he could wash up. He tidied up and opened the door to his room, but it was quiet outside. Martin had to go to the hospital once a week for a check-up, and counting the days, it should be exactly one week today. Eno was relaxed in his absence, humming and dancing as much as he wanted to, and it was a beautiful day. He stepped into the kitchen in a sultry catwalk and had just cracked two eggs into a bowl to bake cupcakes when he heard the banging of the door outside.
“Eno! Bitch! You come out!”
The familiar voice that had been ringing in his ears for eight years came from behind the door and Eno looked at the sky speechlessly as he emerged from the kitchen to open the door for the Duchess.
The Duchess was named Irene, and she has a thin line of blood relation with his mother, Ally, so their family was able to get married with Duke Kersi’s family back then. It’s just that Irene loved her son as much as life that Eno had never received a single bit of attention from her.
The closed door was opened to reveal Irene’s furious face. Eno smiled indifferently as they met, but Irene shrieked: “How can you dress like that! Vulgar, Obscene! You…you’re a disgrace to your mother!”
She was, on the contrary, dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes, all kinds of jewellery were on the battlefield, and she was dressed gracefully and luxuriously. In particular, her white, well-kept hands were adorned with jewelled rings of different colours but all with high prices on each of her ten fingers, this is the highest configuration for Irene to show off her status to others. Eno didn’t even bother with her, sidling up to her and letting her in, and kindly pouring her a glass of water in case she was tired of cursing and thirsty later. Irene looked around as she entered and squealed meanly: “You deserve to live here?”
“Marry the dog and follow the dog.” Eno said casually, “If an Alpha wants me, I can’t help it ah madam.”
Irene glared at him angrily, pointing at his nose and cursing: “Look at you! Uneducated thing, how could I have agreed to Kersi marrying you before!”
Eno said sincerely: “I don’t think you should have agreed either, otherwise how could your son have died.”
Little Kersi is Irene’s Archille’s heel, and his death was something that could not be mentioned to Irene until she died. And sure enough, Irene was all of a sudden agitated and trembling, pointing her finger at his nose and cursing: “How dare you mention Kersi! You wicked Omega, our family didn’t withdraw the engagement because we thought you were pitiful and let you marry in, and not only are you ungrateful, you killed Kersi…how come you didn’t burn in the fire! You should have died in the fire!”
Eno’s eyes suddenly went cold as he looked at Irene with a strange gaze that sent chills down her spine. Eight years of oppression had become habitual and the frail Omega suddenly seemed to have boundless strength as she snapped at Eno: “Unruly thing! How dare you look at me like that? You’re alive to atone for your sins. Don’t think I can’t do anything about you once you’re out of prison! Kneel down, kneel down for me!”
To her surprise Eno did not listen to her as he always did on any given day, but turned to the kitchen and came out with a boning knife, sitting down on the sofa beside her with an expression of mildness: “Do you remember, when little Kersi died, I used this same kind of knife.”
“You heard him scream when I stabbed him through the stomach the first time, didn’t you? But you didn’t even come over to ask because he was screaming so badly that his voice was out of tune and you thought it was me. And if it had been me, you would have been used to it, wouldn’t you? Did you say a word for me on the first day when Kersi took a steel needle to my lower abdomen, piercing my womb?”
Eno continued at Irene’s instantly horrified expression: “The second cut, I cut out his tongue, do you know what it looked like when the blood spurted out? It was really pretty, I’ve never seen Kersi look so beautiful.”
“With the third and fourth cuts I slit two arteries in his wrists and let him bleed out. You should really see the way he fell in a pool of blood, I promise you will never forget it in your life.”
“With the fifth cut I dug out his heart, it was still hot and still beating when I held it in my hand. It’s a shame Kersi couldn’t see it at that point, I’m really regretful.”
“Shut up.” Irene rose up and backed away in horror, covering her mouth and screaming, “You shut up!”
Eno backhanded the knife and stepped closer to her, a wicked smile on his lips like nothing Irene had ever seen before: “You and Kersi have been torturing me every minute of every day, you don’t really think I care about being your family’s son-in-law, do you? You instructed the guards to bully me and beat me up in the name of visiting me because I was still being watched by the guards, and now that I’m out, you think everything is still the same as before?”
The tip of the knife caught Irene’s chin, and Eno’s eyes swelled with blood, and he sounded as if he really regretted it: “I should have let you watch the sentence. But it’s not too late, you can experience Kersi’s death for yourself, really great.”
“Eyes…your eyes…” said Irene her pupils suddenly constricted as if she had seen a ghost, and she let out a harsh cry of horror, “You monster!”
What eyes? Eno thought blankly. As he was distracted, there was a sudden sharp pain in his wrist, and the surge of electricity from the surveillance bracelet forced him to throw the knife he was holding to one side. He turned suddenly around to face Martin’s expressionless face on the second floor!
A gasp of pain escaped Eno’s throat and he took a few steps back, subconsciously curling his body against the pain. Irene took the opportunity to kick him a few times, but was stopped coldly by Martin: “Duchess. You are suspected of breaking into an Alpha’s house and hurting my Omega, I have called the police and they will be here shortly. Citizens are equally guilty under the federal system, even if you are a lord’s wife.”
Irene wasn’t afraid of him at all and snorted: “You’re that Alpha? Sure enough, you are crippled and blind, so ugly, you are a perfect match for this bitch.”
Martin’s hollow eyes looked straight at her and suddenly sighed: “You’re both Omegas, how can you have no empathy at all?”
“He killed my son!”
“Wu.” Martin imitated Eno’s careless expression, “That’s really unfair.”
Irene tilted her head and looked at him intently, her face, which had been in a state of rage, suddenly calmed and slowly smiled, quite in her prime: “I came here originally to see if the bitch was comfortable, and secondly, to find you, I thought you weren’t here, it’s good not to have to make two trips.”
“We’ve pulled all your medical information.” Irene’s smile was flirtatious, “You can’t repair your neural links on your own, can you? The biotech company under the Kersi family has this patented technology that will repair your neural links perfectly. Divorce him and I guarantee you the best possible treatment, your name is Martin right? Don’t you want to walk down the road and look at this blue sky again?”
“Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, an invalid?”
“Divorce him and you can get a well-paid position at Kersi Pharmaceuticals and we’ll give you enough merit points; the universe is so big, you can marry any Omega you like.”
“Martin, be a wise man. This bitch is an ungrateful piece of shit who will stab you back no matter how much you give up for him. Think about it.”
Martin made a serious thoughtful face, and after a long moment, smiled playfully: “Madam, I don’t understand. Are you going to all this trouble to get him back from me because he’s hiding some secret that can’t be revealed to the world?”
Irene’s expression faltered and she quickly realised that Martin was only trying to trick her, and laughed: “What are you talking about? He killed my son, isn’t it only natural that I should make him beg for his life?”
Martin nodded thoughtfully and spoke: “My father has taught me since I was a child that to be human, you must be virtuous first.”
Irene’s imperious expression changed slightly.
He shook his head rather regretfully: “You really don’t deserve to be called a human being anymore. I will never give up my Omega, madam, so please return.”
Sirens wailing outside, Martin hit the taser switch and took advantage of the last few seconds before the police came in: “I will apply for territorial protection for my home and if you and your family ever set foot in here again, I will take you straight to federal court. Also, you are suspected of invading the privacy of a citizen, I recorded it, so please go and explain that to the officer later as well. Madam, Eno will not be bullied by you from now on.”
“I’ll stand behind him.”
Four or five policemen poured in and unceremoniously persuaded Irene to leave. Martin was taking a statement as Eno’s Alpha authorised agent, and after another half an hour of chaos, the villa was finally emptied.
Martin manoeuvred his wheelchair into the living room, moved over to the sofa and stretched out his hand in a random direction, calmly saying, “Get up.”
“It’s stretched in the wrong direction.” After a long time, he heard Eno’s chuckle, a weak hand grabbed his hand, and borrowing his strength, he fell back onto the sofa.
Martin didn’t let go of his hand, he touched the surveillance bracelet on his wrist, and kneaded directly around his palm. Eno’s hand has distinct joints, delicate and smooth skin, and feels excellent to the touch. He rubbed vigorously for a long time to loosen the muscles paralysed by the electric current, and heard Eno let out a long sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Martin said faintly, “She won’t be coming again. Where did she kick you?”
“Stomach.” Eno looked sincere, “Do you want to rub it for me?”
Martin was indifferent: “A normal person would subconsciously shrink to protect themselves from an electric shock, the most she did was kick your arm and thigh…don’t act like a baby.”
“Tch.” Eno couldn’t help but grimace, “You’re so uninteresting. The speech was pretty touching though.”
“……”
“Say, why would you stand behind me? Shouldn’t a true Alpha be standing in front of an Omega?”1LOL
“Times have changed.” Martin said dryly, “Omegas can also hold a piece of the sky. Comrade Eno, you have a big problem with your mind, you should be educated by the organisation and not spend your days watching that stupid straight A cancer Drake.”
Eno let out a giggle. “I won’t take it seriously and threaten you with it later, don’t worry about it.” He covered his eyes with his other hand and whispered, “Thank you anyway.”
Martin ignored him, let go of his hand, pushed his wheelchair around to Eno and actually lifted his shirt and rubbed his belly. A few days had passed and the scar on Eno’s lower abdomen had really become very light. He was still so thin that you could feel the well-defined bones under his chest cavity. Martin’s large hands were wide and strong, a constant source of heat, the gun calluses on his fingers rubbing against the Omega’s soft skin, bringing a different kind of stimulation. Eno purred and squinted comfortably, the muscles in his tense shoulders and back relaxing, his expression one of rare relief.
He didn’t know how long it had been, and he was on the verge of falling asleep from the massage when he suddenly heard Martin ask: “Is it true that you killed little Kersi?”
Eno didn’t respond for a moment: “En?”
“The first sentence is not right.” Martin said, “When the knife is stabbed into the abdomen, gas enters the abdominal cavity causing a reduction in negative pressure in the abdominal cavity thus triggering breathing difficulties. He couldn’t even scream. So you’re not telling the truth, or you don’t know exactly how he died. What really happened that day, mind telling me about it?”
Probably so comfortable from the rubbing that even his nerves relaxed and he was too lazy to raise his guard. Eno thought for a long time and spoke: “I don’t remember.”
“Ah?”
“I did want to kill him when he came at me with the knife.” Eno said, “Then I don’t remember what happened after that, just a few bloody bits. I came to my senses and found myself sitting in a pool of blood with Kersi’s eyeball in my hand.”
Martin hung his head low, shielding his face at an angle where Eno couldn’t see it, his brow furrowed as he said in a deep voice: “You didn’t say that in court? It’s not necessarily a life sentence if it’s not subjective torture.”
Eno smiled with arched eyebrows, “First of all, this nonsense wouldn’t necessarily be recognised by the judge in a dictatorial court, and even if it was, I wouldn’t want to be sent to them as a guinea pig for human experimentation. Secondly I think it’s pretty cool, that’s how I wanted to kill him many years ago. Are you scared, are you going to turn me in?”
“No.” Martin said, “It’s not like I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you, just don’t do it to me, I won’t be like you, liking to meddle in others business.”
“It won’t happen, I swear. That said, you know a lot, what did you do before you got sick?”
“Hai.” Martin moved his hands, his tone sounding natural, “Had a rough life, graduated from public school, went to the army for a few years, got out and worked as a security guard at a chemical plant for a while; isn’t it unlucky, being hit by a drunk driving bastard?”
“Ai, why don’t I see your parents or other relatives looking after you?”
“My family isn’t on York, they’re on M760. I heard there was a famous ophthalmologist at the Ren’ai Hospital on York before moving here to treat my eyes.” Martin said gently, “My parents are both engaged in art. As the one who can’t do anything besides being pushy, I was chased away.”
Eno murmured, “How happy ah.”
“Happy my ass.” Martin said gruffly, “Where’s the happiness in having your wife die and marrying you in a second marriage?”
Eno laughed twice at that and changed the subject: “Why are you home today? I thought you’d gone to the hospital.”
“Power outage. The smart navigator didn’t work.”
“So are you still going, how are you going to get there?”
“Had to hire a caretaker. There’s a queue for late appointments, so it’ll have to wait until the afternoon.”
Eno covered his face: “If I had known you were here, I wouldn’t have teased her with those few sentences…how embarrassing.”
“Have they always done that to you?”
“It was a little better at first, after that…” Eno smiled bitterly, “I guess I’m really not likeable.”
Martin withdrew his hand and covered Eno’s lifted shirt back, saying calmly: “Don’t attribute other people’s faults to yourself.”
Eno looked at him in amazement: “I find you’re not so annoying when you talk properly eh.”
Martin cursed him twice in his mind and moved away with the wave of his hand: “Shut up.”
“ Ai ai,” Eno called out to him, his eyebrows smiling, “why don’t I push you to the hospital? It’ll be late at night after your tests if you wait until the afternoon, and it won’t be safe on the way back.”
Martin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but with a change of mind, uncharacteristically, he didn’t resist: “Seeing as you’ve been behaving well these past two days, I will reward you with this honour.”
After eight years of investigation, a clue finally surfaced, and this time he will never miss it again.
