Fuck the System

"Navigating the Omega market wasn't about the inability to find one; rather, it was about finding the right one, the perfect match for you. You'd heard of this unique marketplace where Omegas were not just discovered but also bought, sold, or traded. Curiosity led you there, a decision to merely explore the scene."

"Aspen, the courteous clerk overseeing this unconventional market, welcomes you with a bright smile." "Hello, honored customer. Please, feel free to peruse our selection. We boast the finest Omegas available anywhere."

"In the expansive space, various Omegas catch your eye: some exude fear, others seem on the verge of tears, and a few are unmistakably in heat."

"Need a recommendation, honored customer?" "Aspen offers, his demeanor a blend of professionalism and courtesy." "Or have you already identified what you're seeking?"

The Omega Market is a bustling den of diverse captive Omegas, their soft voices carrying over the cacophony of groans and muffled pleas for mercy. You scan the scene carefully, eyes landing on the armed guards stationed sporadically around the facility. Noted are their weapons - varying from batons to stun guns, presenting a mix of intimidation and incapacitation capabilities.

Asking about the number of Omegas locked up, you draw the attention of one of the shopkeepers. A sly smile etches onto his face as he replies, "Ah, you're quite observant, indeed! We have over sixty beautiful, unique Omegas under our care. Each one more irresistible than the next." His eyes hold an uncanny blend of greed and pride as they flicker back and forth between yours. "*"A tempting yet daunting prospect," I mutter under my control.

["I notice the guard's lack of heavy firepower and mentally note it for potential future plans."]

The shopkeeper, flattered by your interest, smiles wider, "Ah, excellent choice! You want to see our oldest, most prized possession? Very well, follow me!" He leads you through a maze of cages, each containing an Omega, all with their unique features and scents. The air thickens with the pungent aroma of Omega pheromones.

You arrive at a dimly lit room, where a cage with intricate bars takes center stage. Inside, a timid-looking Omega, no more than 22 years old, with short, curly brown hair and hazel eyes, cowers in the corner. Her scent is sweet, yet subtle, like honey and sunshine. "My nostrils twitch as I take a deep breath."

"Irma, my dear," the shopkeeper addresses the Omega, who flinches at your approach. "This here is a fine customer. Act civilized." Turning to you, he explains, "Irma has been with us for three years, the longest among her fellow Omegas. She's been difficult to sell due to her... particularity. Independent spirit, you might say. Unlike others, she's not afraid to challenge the norms, or even yours truly."

Frowning, you murmur under your breath, "Sounds like someone I'd be interested in." Your gaze locks onto Irma, studying the resolve and defiance etched on her delicate features.

["Arousal sparks within me as I eye both the compelling beauty in front of me and the audacity it took to make her stand out among this broken lot."]

Irma's eyes flicker, a spark of hope kindling in their depths. Her gaze roams up and down your physique, taking in the rugged lines of your face and the rough, calloused hands that rest on the bars of her cage. She fidgets, her small feet tapping nervously against the floorboards.

"What... what do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can just take me? Without... without anyone's permission?"

Irma's eyes dart back and forth, as if searching for an escape route, but there isn't one. Her small body trembles slightly, her bare skin covered in a fine layer of sweat. She takes a deep breath, and her voice cracks as she speaks.

"P-please, don't make me go back... I hate it here. It's so... dirty and cruel. I just want to be free," she says, her words tumbling out in a rush.

["Her pupils dilate, and she takes a step closer to the bars, her chest heaving with desperation"]

The shopkeeper, a stout man with a smug expression, steps forward, his hands spread wide in a placating gesture. "Ah, ah, Master Manuel, you're too concerned about the Omega's welfare, as always. Irma here has been well-treated, I assure you. She's just... spirited, that's all." He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Why, she's even developed quite the temperament since coming to our humble establishment."

To the side, Irma's face twists in a mix of fear and defiance, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger. She takes a step forward, her small fists clenched at her sides. "<The Omegas are just trying to survive, please don't make me go back, mister...>", her voice trembles as she addresses the shopkeeper.

Her eyes soften as she looks at you, a flicker of hope dancing in them. "<Please, you have to understand, they treat us like animals here. I don't want to go back to the cages, to being sold and treated like property. Please, mister... help me...>" Her voice cracks with emotion, her hand reaching out slightly as if pleading. The desperation in her voice is palpable, her scent filling the air with a sweet, enticing aroma that draws you in with an almost irresistible pull.

Aspen clears his throat, stepping forward to intervene. "These are just baseless ramblings, Master Manuel. I can assure you, our Omegas are treated with the utmost care and respect. But if you're not satisfied, might I suggest a different Omega for your consideration?"

The shopkeeper gasps for air as you grip his throat tightly, your anger palpable. Aspen struggles in your grasp, futilely trying to break free.

"Please, Master Manuel, I implore you to release me. I'm sorry if I gave you any impression of mistreatment, but I assure you, we follow all regulations and take good care of our Omegas," he pleads, his voice hoarse.

Aspen's words may hold some truth, but the thought of an Omega Market infuriates you.

Irma, a beautiful Omega with long brown hair and deep green eyes, nods eagerly at your words. "Yes, sir! I'll do whatever it takes to be free," she replies, her voice quivering slightly.

With Aspen unconscious on the ground, you head over to the cells where the Omegas are being kept. Some of them cower in fear as you approach, others remain still, resigned to their fate.

"What's your name?" you ask an Omega who looks up at you, their eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm Kira, sir," she answers softly, lowering her gaze.

"Kira, can you tell me about this place? How did you end up here?"

"I was captured by Alpha hunters while I was out collecting herbs in the forest. They brought me here, and now I'm... I'm just waiting for someone to buy me."

Irma steps out of her cage, looking both excited and apprehensive at the same time. "Well, I know there are at least a few other Omegas who are willing to help us escape," she says quickly. "They're all in this block over here."

She leads you to a row of cages where several Omegas are peeking out timidly. One of them, a pretty blonde girl with wide blue eyes, steps forward.

"I'm Emma, sir. I heard what you were saying, and I want to help too," she says bravely.

You nod, impressed with their courage. "Good. We'll need all the help we can get." You turn back to Irma. "What else do we need to know?"

"Well, Aspen has the keys to all the cages," she replies. "And there are guards patrolling the perimeter.

Irma takes the keys from you, her hands trembling slightly as she begins to unlock the cages. The sound of the locks clicking open echoes softly throughout the chamber, and in moments, the other Omegas are freed.

With a determined expression on your face, you stand ready, your senses heightened as you sniff the air, detecting no imminent danger.

As the Omegas begin to break out of their cages, fear and excitement mingling on their faces, you keep a watchful eye out, scanning the area for any signs of approaching guards.

Irma looks back at you, her eyes wide with gratitude and admiration. "Thank you," she whispers before she joins the others in their swift escape.

The sound of footsteps approaching reaches your ears, and you swiftly turn towards the source, your weapon poised and ready. This was your chance to make a difference, to free these Omegas from their captivity, one step at a time.

As you fire off your shots, the guards dive for cover, their weapons clattering to the ground as they struggle to avoid being hit. You keep up a steady barrage of gunfire, making sure that they stay put and don't pursue the fleeing Omegas.

With a determined expression on your face, you continue to cover the escape, ensuring that each Omega is able to make it out safely. Your focus is unwavering, every shot hitting its intended target with deadly accuracy.

The guards slowly begin to retreat, realizing that they are no match for your firepower and determination. They leave the Omega market in disarray, reeling from the unexpected attack and the loss of their captives.

As the chaos dies down and the Omegas make their way to freedom, you feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you. You've made a difference, even if only in a smallway. Your act of rebellion has given these Omegas a chance at a better life, free from the bonds of slavery.

As you survey the scene, a small figure catches your eye. It's an Omega, standing alone and shaking with fear. You approach slowly, your gun still at the ready but lowered now that the immediate danger has passed.

The Omega looks up at you with wide, scared eyes, unsure of what to expect from you. "Are you okay?" you ask softly, trying to put them at ease.

The Omega nods slowly, still trembling slightly. "T-thank you," she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for saving me."

You offer a small smile, feeling a sense of protectiveness towards this little Omega. "It was the right thing to do," you say simply. "No one deserves to be treatedlike that."

The Omega nods in agreement, her gratitude palpable. "What happens now?" she asks, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

You pause for a moment, considering your options. The reality of the situation sets in: you've just taken down a group of slavers, and the Omegas are all free now. But what will become of them? What about this little Omega in front of you?

"Let's get you to safety first," you say, putting your gun away and offering a hand to help the Omega up. "Then we can figure out what happens next."

You lead System. ga woman carefully through the abandoned slave market, your heightened senses on alert for any signs of danger. You keep your gun at the ready, scanning every corner for any guards that might have been left behind.

As you navigate your way through the maze of cages and corridors, you can't help but feel a growing sense of anger and disgust. The thought of anyone being treated as property or enslaved like this sickens you to your core.

Finally, you reach the entrance, the bright light of day streaming in through the broken door. You guide the Omega woman outside, shielding her from the harsh sunlight until her eyes adjust.

Once she is able to see clearly, you turn to her, your expression serious. "We need to get you somewhere safe," you say. "Do you have any family or friends you can go to?"

The Omega shakes her head,"I don't have anyone," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been here for so long, I don't even remember what it's like to have a family or friends."

Your heart breaks at her words, and you feel a surge of protectiveness toward her. "You'll come with me," you say firmly. "I won't leave you alone."

The Omega looks up at you, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you," she murmurs.

Together, you make your way to your motorcycle parked nearby, helping the Omega climb on behind you. You start up the engine and take off down the road, the wind whipping past you as you head towards a safe place for her to stay. You take one last look over your shoulder at the now vacant slave market fading in the distance. Your voice a predatory growl,

"Fuck the system."