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I felt a wave of frustration and confusion wash over me, I hung up the phone, my hands shaking with emotion. It seemed like every aspect of my life was spiraling out of control. And to make matters worse, Phil's behavior had become increasingly affectionate in recent days.
As I made my way back to the kitchen, I found Phil sitting at the table, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Is everything alright, dear?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
I forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil brewing inside me. "Everything's fine, Phil," I replied, my voice betraying my inner turmoil.
But Phil wasn't convinced. He got up from his seat and approached me, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. "You seem upset, sweetheart," he said softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. I tried to pull away, but Phil's touch was surprisingly gentle, his warmth seeping into my skin. "I'm just... dealing with some things," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Without another word, Phil pulled me into a hug, his arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace. "Whatever it is, you know you can always talk to me," he murmured, his voice soothing and reassuring.
I wanted to push him away, to escape from his suffocating embrace. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the comfort and solace his presence offered me in that moment of vulnerability. So I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, if only for a fleeting moment, seeking refuge from the storm raging inside me.
The days passed, and Phil's affectionate gestures only seemed to intensify. It felt suffocating at times, his constant need for physical closeness leaving me feeling trapped and overwhelmed. No matter how many times I tried to pull away, he would always find a way to draw me back in, his touch becoming increasingly invasive.
His kisses on my head and his insistence on calling me "love" only added to my discomfort. It was as if he was trying to erase any sense of boundaries between us, blurring the lines between familial affection and something more intimate. And I found myself growing more and more uneasy with each passing day. But despite my discomfort, I couldn't deny the sense of loneliness that lingered whenever Phil wasn't around. Without him, the farmhouse felt empty and cold, and I found myself longing for his presence, no matter how suffocating it may be. I was trapped in a dilemma, torn between my need for companionship and my growing discomfort with Phil's increasingly affectionate behavior. And as each day passed, the weight of that internal struggle only grew heavier, threatening to consume me whole.
Phil sat beside me, his presence seemingly unavoidable despite the abundance of empty seats in the living room. Feeling Phil's arm around my shoulders sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that washed over me. Despite the warmth of his embrace, I felt like I was suffocating, trapped in his arms with nowhere to escape.
Trying to maintain some semblance of composure, I focused on the book in my hands, hoping to distract myself from the overwhelming proximity of Phil's presence. “What’s for dinner today?” But his question about dinner only served to amplify my unease, his voice so close to my ear that it made my skin crawl.
I stiffened as Phil leaned even closer, his head hovering dangerously close to my scent gland. The mere thought of his teeth grazing against it sent a wave of panic coursing through me. I usually tried to keep it covered up. Call it paranoia. But the moment teeth latched onto it... I knew I would be claimed. And I never wanted to be claimed, to lose my autonomy and be bound to someone for life. That was the last thing I desired.
"Um, I'll start cooking now," I volunteered hastily, eager to escape the intimacy of the moment. But Phil seemed to interpret my words differently, his grip on my shoulders tightening slightly as he leaned in closer. "Don't worry about it, mate," Phil murmured, his voice low and tinged with a hint of something I couldn't quite place. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt his hand on my chin, guiding me until our faces were mere inches apart. His intense gaze locked onto my lips, and I felt a surge of panic rising within me as I squinted my eyes shut.
"P-Phil?" I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper, unsure of what was happening or what he intended to do next.
Just as the tension between us reached its peak, a sudden knock on the door shattered the moment, jolting us both back to reality.
Phil's scent surged suddenly, overwhelming me with its intensity before abruptly fading away. Annoyed by the interruption, But I in relief I shot up from my seat. "I'll get the door!" I declared, hastily making my way over to the entrance.
Opening the door, I was met with a sight that filled me with dread: my mortal enemy, Schlatt.
I knew Schlatt all too well. He was infamous, an alpha who held archaic beliefs about omega rights, advocating for their forced mating and claiming. He saw omega individuals as little more than commodities, to be owned and controlled for the benefit of the alpha population. He was despicable, to say the least.
Yet here he was, standing on the doorstep of this run-down farm. What on earth could he want here?
"Schlatt!" Phil's voice rang out with unmistakable happiness, his greeting filled with genuine warmth. My stomach churned with unease as I watched the interaction unfold. What was going on?
Schlatt, with his gelled back chestnut curls and his deep red eyes, lit up with glee as he spotted Phil. "Philza Minecraft," he announced, visibly pleased. Philza's familiarity with this man caught me off guard. They were friends? I couldn't wrap my head around it, feeling increasingly bewildered by the situation. Schlatt cast me a disdainful glance, clearly detecting my omega scent.
"You should really teach your omega some manners," Schlatt remarked, his tone dripping with condescension. I bristled at the insult, and my frustration only grew when Phil neither agreed nor disagreed with Schlatt's comment. "I'm not just an omega," I snapped back defiantly.
Phil placed a nervous hand on my back, offering a forced smile. "Y/n, be a dear and get us some tea," he requested, his tone strained. Tea for him? Schlatt smirked at me, his demeanor oozing with arrogance. "No need, I'm sure the little doll will just spit in it. I just came to give you some papers, Philza, and to see the spitfire you had on your farm."
"Thank you, Schlatt," Phil replied, accepting the papers with a forced politeness that didn't quite mask the tension in the air.
"Don't forget to write, Philza! And for f*ck's sake, can you get a real cell phone?" Schlatt yelled back, his tone laced with playful aggression. I recoiled internally at his touch as he patronizingly patted my head. "See you later, Mrs. Minecraft. Or should I just call you Phil's bitch?" he taunted, his laughter grating on my nerves. Schlatt was even worse in person then on tv, a fact that chilled me to the bone. And then, just like that, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind an unsettling aura that lingered in his wake.
My anger boiled beneath the surface as I glared at Phil, unable to comprehend how he could be friends with someone as vile as Schlatt. "Why is he here, Phil?" I demanded, my voice trembling with indignation. "And why are you even associating with him?"
Phil's expression turned sheepish, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. "He's just an old friend, Y/n," he replied, his tone strained. "I don't condone his behavior, but we have history..."
His words only served to fuel my frustration. "He called me 'Phil's bitch,'" I spat out, unable to hide the hurt in my voice. "And you just stood there and let him insult me."
Phil reached out, his hand hovering in the air as if he wanted to comfort me but thought better of it. "I'm sorry, Y/n," he murmured, his gaze downcast. "I should have said something. But please understand, Schlatt's always been like that"
I shook my head in disbelief, feeling a sense of betrayal wash over me. "I can't believe you're prioritizing him over my well-being," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I thought you were different, Phil."
His eyes met mine, filled with regret and apology. “Oh Y/n, you mean so much more to me than him.” Phil's admission only added to my confusion and frustration. How could he claim to care for me while maintaining ties with someone who clearly disrespected and belittled me? "Actions speak louder than words, Phil," I retorted, my voice tinged with bitterness. "And your actions today spoke volumes."
I had been here long enough. I didn't know where Technoblade was, and I couldn't understand why he hadn't tried to call since that day. But one thing was clear: I needed to go home. I needed to leave and start my life again, far from this farm and those who thought I was lesser just because of my gender.
I went to my room.
I packed my bag, leaving all the dresses Phil had gotten me behind. Perhaps he could return them to the shop or something. I didn't know how I would get to town, but I was certain it wouldn't be too long of a walk. I figured I could backpack my halfway there.
As I walked to the farmhouse, I found Phil there, petting the dogs, some of the pups now almost fully grown. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Phil," I began, my voice wavering slightly, "I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I need to leave now."
Phil looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Leave? But why?" he asked, his voice tinged with sadness.
I sighed, struggling to find the right words. "I just... I can't stay here any longer," I explained, my gaze falling to the ground. I couldn't wait for Technoblade a second more. "I need to go back home."
Phil's brow furrowed in consternation. "But... but you're safe here, love," he insisted, reaching out to gently touch my arm. "Please, let me take you. I'll drive you wherever you need to go." I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "Thank you, Phil, but I need to do this on my own," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to find my own way."
"No," Phil said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"No?" I repeated, my confusion deepening.
Phil sighed deeply, a mixture of frustration and resignation evident in his expression. As he brush his hair back, and gave me an uneasy smile "I had hoped to do this in a more romantic way," he murmured softly.
I took a step back, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me. "Phil, you can't force me to stay," I insisted, my voice trembling slightly.
"But I can," Phil replied, his voice taking on a steely edge.
Phil's sudden change in demeanor sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I realized the gravity of the situation. This wasn't the kind and gentle Phil I had come to know during my time on the farm. This was something else entirely.
"I don't understand," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Phil's eyes bore into mine, his expression unreadable. "You belong here, Y/n," he said, his voice cold and devoid of its usual warmth. "You're meant to be with me."
My heart pounded in my chest as fear coursed through my veins. I took another step back, my instincts screaming at me to run. But where could I go? How could I escape from this place? Phil stood before me, his alpha scent overwhelming, leaving me frozen in fear.
"Look at you," he continued, his tone condescending. "So small, so weak, and helpless. I haven't even touched you, and you're already crying."
"That's because you're scaring me, Phil," I managed to say, my voice trembling with fear.
Phil lifted me up and placed my head on his shoulder, attempting to comfort me. "I knew the moment I saw you that you were my true mate," he said with conviction.
"We just met," I protested weakly.
But Phil pulled me to look at him, his grip firm on my cheeks. "But that's not when we met," he insisted. "I saw you, Y/n. I saw you on the day of Technoblade's graduation. You smelled like freshly baked bread, so warm and inviting. I wanted to take you home with me that day. I wanted to buy you from your parents and bring you home to me."
His words sent a chill down my spine. The way he spoke, the things he said... they were no longer legal. You didn't buy omegas anymore. It was barbaric, outdated. And yet, here was Phil, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"So, I did the next best thing. I asked Technoblade to date you. He agreed with all your silly ideas, and you fell right for it," Phil confessed, his tone matter-of-fact, as if what he was saying was perfectly reasonable. But to me, it was horrifying. I felt like a pawn in some twisted game, manipulated and deceived from the very beginning.
"Phil, you can't be serious," I choked out, my voice trembling with disbelief and fear. His words sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't bring myself to comprehend what he was saying. "We're true mates, y/n. I knew it the moment I saw you."
But Phil's grip on me only tightened, his expression unyielding. "I've waited so long for this moment, Y/n," he murmured, his voice taking on a haunting tone. "I knew you were meant to be mine, and now that you're here, I won't let you go." He pulled my hand up for a kiss.
Fear propelled me forward as I tore myself away from Phil's grasp, my heart pounding in my chest. I sprinted across the field, my breaths ragged and desperate. The sound of Phil's whistle pierced the air, followed by the menacing growls of the dogs behind me. Their barks echoed in my ears, urging me to run faster. I pushed myself harder, my legs pumping as adrenaline coursed through my veins. The wind whipped past my face as I ran, my only thought to escape from this nightmare. But no matter how fast I ran, the sound of the dogs grew closer, their presence looming ever larger in my mind.
I crouched in the branches of a tree, my heart pounding in my ears as I tried to silence my panicked breaths. I prayed that the dogs wouldn't catch my scent, but in my frantic state, I knew I must be leaking it. Phil's voice pierced through the trees, calling out to me with a sickening sweetness. "My love, come out!" His words seemed to echo from all directions, sending shivers down my spine.
"I promised Technoblade I would care for you," Phil continued, his voice dripping with false affection. "Even though he didn't love you, he did like you." Traitor, my mind screamed, but I kept my mouth shut, refusing to give away my hiding spot. Placing my hand over my mouth. "He even told me to tell you goodbye. He said tell mom goodbye! Can you believe it?" Phil's words twisted in my gut, filling me with a mixture of rage and despair. But I remained silent, my grip on the branches tightening as I prayed for an escape.
We were the same age, for Prime's sake! I had only just graduated, with my whole life ahead of me. And here was Technoblade, expecting me to give it all up for his dad, who was at least in his late 30s! It was absurd, unthinkable.
The sound of barking grew louder as the dogs closed in on my hiding spot. I held my breath, praying they wouldn't catch my scent. But my fear must have given me away because soon enough, they were at the base of the tree, snarling and growling, their eyes fixed on me.
Before I could react, one of the dogs lunged forward and sank its teeth into my leg. I cried out in pain as the sharp agony shot through me, and instinctively, I kicked out, trying to fend off the attack. But it was no use, the dog's grip was too strong, and I could feel warm blood trickling down my leg.
With tears streaming down my face, I managed to scramble down from the tree, the dogs still nipping at my heels as I stumbled through the underbrush. But it was no use. They were relentless, and I could feel my strength waning with each passing moment.
And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the dogs stopped. I glanced up in terror, only to see Phil standing there, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination as he easily found me.
Phil lifted me up, his expression a mixture of worry and relief as he gently cradled me in his arms. I winced in pain as he offered the dog a treat, which it happily accepted. "I've got you, my dear,"
Phil held me close, his kisses sending shivers down my spine. I tried to pull away, feeling a sense of dread filling my stomach, but Phil's hold on me was firm. He kissed me on the nose, then on the cheek, and finally on the neck. I instinctively tried to cover my neck, but a growl from him made my hand drop. Phil purred in satisfaction, his lips finding that vulnerable spot between my shoulder and neck, leaving me feeling trapped and helpless. As he kissed it, brushing his teeth in my most vulnerable place.
Phil's words cut deep, his condescending tone piercing through my already shattered resolve. "See, isn't it better to give in to your nature?" he said, his voice dripping with superiority. "Much easier than trying to be strong. Your kind isn't meant for that, sweetheart, but you were very brave to try."
His words stung like venom, reminding me of my perceived weakness as an omega.
Phil's voice continued to echo through the forest, his one-sided conversation a haunting reminder of my entrapment. "I promised to love and care for you, my dear," he murmured, his tone sickeningly sweet. "You're safe with me, always."
But I knew better. I was anything but safe. Trapped in Phil's possessive grip, I felt suffocated by his controlling presence. Every word he spoke only served to tighten the invisible chains that bound me to him, leaving me feeling more powerless than ever before.
"Now, we can do this one of two ways," Phil said with a sinister smirk, his words sending a chill down my spine. "I can claim you right here, in the dirt, like the wild omega you are." His laughter filled the air, making me tremble with fear. "Or I can take you to my room," he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll scent up all the blankets in the house and help build you a nest before I bite you." he teased me with a light bite on my scent glands.
Phil's words sent a chill down my spine, his tone filled with possessiveness and dominance. I trembled in his arms, feeling like prey caught in the clutches of a predator. "Please, Phil," I whispered, my voice barely above a whimper. "I don't want this."
But Phil's grip on me only tightened, his lips brushing against my cheek as he chuckled darkly. "Oh, my sweet omega," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "You don't have a choice. You belong to me now."
