sent away

The omega reform program Marshall had sent Luna off to had been far more cruel and torturous than she could've ever imagined. It was a 3 month program for young male and female omegas who had a 'problem' submitting and obeying. Three months of being either chained up in rows or locked in small cells, beaten for doing absolutely nothing and forced to obey even the most degrading demands. Luna didn't understand why her step father had sent her away, especially so immediately after losing her mother. She didn't want to believe he had anything to do with her mother's disappearance, but if he didn't... What did she do to deserve this? She wasnt the most submissive, but did it really call for this?

The months passed slowly, but Luna counted down every single day. The beatings never got easier and she had scarring on her sides and hips that she didn't think would ever disappear. On September 30th, her reform was over however and she found herself on a grey government bus, taking her home with a few other omegas who had made their way out of the compound too.

It had been hours from the little city her step father lived in, but the drive seemed to go so fast because part of her still dreaded seeing him again. There was an inkling of suspicion that maybe Marshall did have something to do with her mother's death and the closer she got home, the more dread filled her heart. She couldn't help but think she was in danger.

When she stepped off of the bus, Luna looked up at the little suburban home that Marshall and her mom had purchased together. A shaky breath left her lips as she slowly walked up to the front door and quietly knocked. She didn't know if he was aware today was the day she'd be returning. When her mother had disappeared, she had hoped they'd allow her to go live with her grandma on her mother's side, but since Marshall was married to her and claimed he wanted custody, she hadn't been granted it. Why he wanted custody, that also confused her. They had never been very close, he had met her mother after she was already 15, so she didn't see the need to have a relationship with him. Even now, she felt like a stranger knocking on his door. She waited for him to answer, wondering if he was even home. Luna was too afraid to call out to him or just step inside. Before her time in the detention center, she would've just run inside and made herself comfortable, but now, she was worried about every little action.

Marshall had been afraid that Luna would figure out what had happened to her mother. That had been most of the reason that he had sent her away to the omega reform school. Of course, it didn't help that her attitude was absolutely dreadful. Even before her mother had disappeared, Luna had always had an attitude problem. It had been a huge source of tension in his marriage and he had partly blamed Luna for the lapse in his judgment. If she hadn't always managed to get on his last nerve, then maybe he wouldn't have lashed out at her mother. He let out a sigh as he sat on his couch, running a hand down his face. Marshall knew that Luna was due home shortly and he hoped that when she finally got here, she wouldn't be as big of a problem. Or she would be joining her mother a lot sooner than he had even anticipated.

When he heard the knock on the door, Marshall looked up from his spot on the couch. He entertained the idea of letting Luna stand outside for a few minutes, wondering if she had actually learned anything at the reform center. His face scrunched slightly before he turned back toward his television. Mumbling to himself, Marshall pushed to his feet as he stalked toward the door. As he neared it, he could smell Luna's scent drifting in under the door.

Marshall pulled open the door, raising an eyebrow at the meek little omega who stood in front of him. "Good girl," he praised in a low voice as he stepped to the side. He gave her a small nod, the only invitation that he planned on giving her to come inside. If she wanted to stay out there, then by all means. He wasn't going to drag her inside kicking and screaming. He did that enough during his job, that wasn't something he was about to do here in his own home.

"So, omega," Marshall's voice dipped as he spoke. "Gonna tell me what you learned while you were away? Or are we going to go right back to where we were before you left?" He challenged, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his head to the side. "I don't think they treat you as kindly if you have to return for a further readjustment..."

Marshall looked like he hadn't changed in the whole three months she had been gone. His dark hair was still curly and unruly, his beard might've been a little bit longer, but other than that, the same. Luna swallowed thickly as she stepped by him and entered the house, moving off to the side and keeping her eyes down on the floor. Not even looking around to take in the home she hadn't seen for such a long time. She only glanced up at him when he directly spoke to her, but his question made her blush from embarrassment. Her blue eyes immediately fell back to the floor when he already threatened to send her back. She didn't even want to think about omegas who got returned to that place. Being there once had been hell enough, she never wanted to feel that kind of degradation and pain again.

"I-I've learned a lot," she swallowed hard again around her words, nervous to speak and say the wrong thing. "I understand. W-Why you were upset with me before. There was a lot m-my mother didn't teach me. It's my job as an omega to serve the alpha in my household." Luna felt disgusting as the words fell off of her tongue, but she was hoping it was what Marshall wanted to hear. Upsetting him would only lead to him sending her off again, or worse... The way he was acting now made goosebumps run down her arms, and gave her an eerie feeling... It made her nervous, wondering if he actually did have something to do with her mother's disappearance.

With the words tumbling out of her mouth, she forced herself to look back up at Marshall. She could feel his stare burning into her face. His blue eyes were piercing and sent a chill through her spine. Something was definitely wrong about him.

@ castle.

Marshall only raised an eyebrow when Luna began to speak, crossing his arms over his chest. His shirt stretched across his muscles, only serving to accentuate his muscles. He couldn't help but smirk at her words, only nodding when her eyes met his. It was what he had been hoping to hear from her but knowing the sort of attitude that she had been giving him and her mother over the past few years, Marshall hadn't expected it. The reform school had come highly recommended to him but still, he had been hesitant to believe the claims they made. It seemed that he had been completely wrong to doubt that because Luna was all but trembling in front of him. She appeared to understand it was her duty to serve the alpha of her home and at the moment, that was him.

His smirk fell as he gave another nod of his head. "Your room has been left untouched since you left. If you feel the need, you can wash your bedding. I'll give you the rest of the day to settle back into our home but I don't want to hear a single complaint about anything I ask of you. Do you understand me, omega?" The words came out as a harsh growl, daring her to go against what he had said to her.

Marshall shook his head as his arms dropped to his side. "For what it's worth, Luna," her name fell from his tongue as if it was poison. He had no idea how he managed to keep his face soft as he continued to speak, "we are still trying to find your mother. We're following the leads that come in but the case has started to go cold. If we learned anything and i tell you, you need to keep it to yourself. I can't go telling you things if I'm worried you're going to tell other people. I can get in a lot of shit for that. Understand?"

Luna didn't like the tune she beard in Marshall's voice. She was almost sure his demands would be simple things, things her mother used to do. She'd have to pick up that slack in her absence. Cleaning the house, doing the shopping, his laundry... Just chores. That, and she expected she'd feel more like a prisoner, but nothing too horrible... And soon, she'd be eighteen and she could vanish. Luna kept her head down as he spoke, flinching at the bitterness in his voice.

Until he mentioned her mother. His voice had grown a bit softer, but there was still a bit of malice behind his words. They hadn't found anything? It had been three months since she had been sent away... Four months since her mom disappeared. She didn't expect he'd ever have anything to tell her and soon they'd just close the case. Still, she forced herself to look up at him and nod. "Understand," she whispered, "to all of it." Marshall and Luna had never really gotten along, but how were they supposed too? A teenage high schooler and her mom's new husband? Even over the couple of years they lived as a family, she never spent much time with him. Stepping by him, she lowered her gaze but glanced at him one more time before she hurried up the stairs to her room.

Luna stepped into her bedroom and almost immediately started crying. It didn't look as if he had lied, everything appeared to be in the exact same spot. Her bed was still a little messy, the blankets tossed back and her book bag was open on the floor. A thin layer of dust was coating her dresser and bookshelves and that only confirmed no one had stepped inside she had last. Deciding she'd clean later, she wanted to take Marshall up on his offer to let her rest. Sliding into the bed, she curled up in the thick, fluffy blankets and tried to finally get a couple hours of rest on an actual comfortable bed. Her bed had been a thin cot pushed up against a brick wall for the last couple of months and she never wanted to see that place again.

Horrible things happened in that place, things Luna would probably have to live with all of her life. She woke up around 4pm, in a pool of sweat with her whole body trembling, her legs twitching. The nightmare had been so realistic, hours of being beaten and then moments before she snapped awake, she could feel the alphas hands on her neck, settling between her legs. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she rocketed up in bed, crying frantically. "No, no, no." Her eyes darted around the room and she slowly started breathing again. The nightmare had reminded her that her heat would be here in a few days. She had been forced to go on suppressants while inside, so that no accidental pregnancies happened. Rape punishment wasnt something they had listed on the brochure and she wondered if Marshall had known about it.

Pulling her shaky body up from the bed, she started gathering the damp sheets to take them to the laundry.

@ castle.

Marshall had intended to give Luna the day to rest and recover from coming home after so long away. Her mother was still missing as far as she knew and he could only imagine how tragic that was to her. He wondered if Luna knew what he was aware of, as far as her treatment had gone. He had gone for the more expensive package that had given him several videos of her experiences with alphas. Marshall had wanted to see the progress she had made and while he hadn't been completely aware of what she was going to suffer through, the videos had been nothing short of a pleasant surprise. Watching her whimper and squirm beneath an alpha as they took her had been enough to get him through the months without her. Now that Luna was home, she was in for a world of something she could have never imagined. He doubted that she had expected for him to take their relationship this far but now that there was no mother in the way, Luna had no choice in the matter.

Laying out on the couch, Marshall was hardly paying attention to the movie that he had playing on the screen. Some superhero something or another, his thoughts far more focused on what Luna could be doing upstairs. She hadn't come down to do her laundry like he had suggested but he wasn't going to punish her for it. Not when he hadn't demanded it of her. Had she gone against a direct order, then he would have had an issue with it.

Marshall lifted his head when he heard Luna's door open. He smirked as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He had told her she could rest for the day but was it really such a bad thing for him to take from her? He was the alpha of the home, there was no one she could run to for protection. He hadn't said a word to her, until he noticed the sheets in her arms. Marshall inhaled sharply. Her heat wasn't here yet but he knew it was only a matter of days until it was. Until she came crawling to him for help.

"Come back here when you're doing starting that laundry, omega," Marshall's tone hadn't quite dipped but he was sure that it had to be clear to Luna. His words weren't a request.

Luna had tiptoed quietly down the stairs, hearing the movie playing on the television. It told her enough that he was most likely laying on the couch, so she tried to move silently, not wanting to be seen. She jumped, startled when she heard his voice. What could he want from her? Ducking her head down, she continued into the laundry room and shoved her blanket and sheets into the washer. She rested her arms on the washer and laid her head down on it, closing her eyes tightly. Even if she had slept for a few hours, it felt like she had only closed her eyes for a few seconds.

She knew better than to keep Marshall waiting, so she pushed herself away from the washer and moved back out into the living room. Luna quietly stepped up next to the couch and looked down at him, nervously fiddling with her fingers. He felt like a complete stranger. "Y-Yes?" It didn't surprise her that he might go back on his word. In his eyes, why would she deserve a full day to just lay around? She suspected he wanted her to get started on cleaning the house, or dinner, something that she would've never even given a second thought to doing before he sent her away.

@ castle.

Marshall was relieved that the blanket splayed across his lower half concealed how hard he already was. The thought of finally being able to be inside Luna after lusting after her for so long had him on edge and he wondered if she could tell. She was fidgeting more than she had been when she first came home. Was she able to pick up on his need through his scent? Marshall didn't care one way or another, Luna was going to have to come to terms with serving him. He was the alpha of the household and she was the only omega around, which meant she had to care for all of his needs. Regardless of how she felt about it.

"Why don't you sit down, omega?" Marshall murmured, pulling his legs up so that Luna had all the space that she could want to sit beside him. He smirked when she obeyed without so much as a moment of hesitation. Good. "I think you didn't tell me everything you learned at the reform center. Did you?" He prompted her in a low voice. He saw no need to beat around the bush, Luna was going to realize that he knew everything that had happened to her sooner or later.

Luna sunk down on the couch next to him slowly, placing her hands under thighs. They wouldn't stop trembling and she was afraid her anxiousness would upset him. She was afraid of being hurt, afraid of being sent back, afraid he wasn't telling the truth about her mom... Her eyes flickered up to his and then back down rapidly when he prompted her about the traumatic discipline she had received in the compound. They got away with it by pushing it as a lesson in how to please your alpha. Her face burned red from embarrassment and she tried to clear her throat.

Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, Luna closed her legs a bit tighter, afraid of where this was going. "N-no, I'm sorry..." her breath caught in the back of her throat, and she desperately just wanted to remain silent. "Pl-please don't make me talk about it." It was instantly made obvious to her that he knew and then she wondered if that had been the reason he'd sent her away. It only reinforced her submission that he did something to her mother, so Luna could take her place instead. But she needed to be more obedient. Luna felt sick to her stomach, unable to think of any other possible reasoning anymore. Marshall had to have murdered her. It wasn't a stretch, he was in law enforcement, he'd killed before... Luna forced herself to look up at Marshall, her bottom lip trembling but she refused to cry.

@ castle.

Marshall's face fell from the almost serene look he had worn to rage when Luna tried to get out of talking about what had happened to her. If she thought for a second that he was going to cave to her, she must have been terribly mistaken. He gave a slow, deliberate shake of his head when Luna looked up to face him. His anger was written all over his face and how he held himself as he moved to sit up fully. His shoulders were squared, his lips pulled back into a snarl. "That's how we're going to start this? You've only been home for a few hours and you're already daring to tell me no? You wanna know what happens to a disobedient omega? One who doesn't know how to listen to their alpha?"

He leaned forward, toward Luna until his face was so close to hers that his breath would tickle her skin. "Because what happened to you in there is going to be nothing compared to what I do to you, if you don't listen to me. Am I clear, pup?" His words were harsh, spit out between gritted teeth. "Or do I need to contact the reform center? Remind them about the promise that I would get a nice, obedient pup back? Because that's not what I'm seeing right now and they don't like when their standard is questioned..."