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Konig is roughly thrown to the cell floor, his ankles chained together. Alone, cold and without food—punished again.
Shutting his eyes ready to fall asleep, Konig hears the sound of keys jingling. The wooden door opens to reveal a person he hates so much. "What the hell..." Konig's voice carries a rough, resentful edge.
It was one of his master's sons. The youngest of them, the omega. *Konig's forbidden fruit*—you.
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