Don't Go! (Trigger Warning)

"W-what do you want? If it's money, we d-don't k-keep cash here." Chris asked the strangers, his voice stuttering from the fear. The larger guy shushed him as he continued to step closer towards Chris. Watching his moves, Chris felt like two predators were stalking him and preparing to move in for the kill.

Chris darted his eyes at the red emergency button on the wall closest to the door. He wasn't even sure the button worked, but he didn't stand a chance in a fight against these two. The smaller of the two noticed the glance and turned his head to see what caught Chris' attention. "Look, boss, I think he wants to use the emergency button.", he said with a cruel laugh that would curdle milk.

"Tsk, tsk.", the larger guy said, stopping in the middle of the locker room. "What do you think we should do with him?" he asked the other thug still standing in the doorway.

Chris balled his fist, his knuckles turning white. "Seriously, what do you guys want?" he barked out, trying to appear more threatening. The larger guy, who Chris assumed was the leader of the two thugs, chuckled. "Well, we are in the market for a new gym. I want to lose a few extra pounds.", he said sarcastically, suggestively rubbing his belly.

"You're a fucking liar. What do you want?" Chris shouted back, taking a more offensive stance and baring his teeth. To his surprise, the thugs laughed loudly, unintimidated by Chris. "I'll be straight with you. We heard a rumour there was a sexy Omega virgin working here and that he closes up all alone.", he said, licking his lips.

Chris' eyes were wide. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he questioned, the unsettling motive behind their presence finally being revealed. 'Who know's that I'm an Omega', Chris thought, believing no one knew his true gender. The smaller of the two responded to Chris, saying, "Well, isn't it clear? We are here to fuck you. Understand?".

"You think I'd let either of you disgusting pigs touch me? No fucking chance.", Chris spat back at them. The thugs shared a smile, and the larger one shrugged. He sighed and said, "We can take turns and make your first time gentle, or we can tear you open at the same time. It depends on what you do next.".

The two intruders engrossed in their disgusting banter presented an opportunity for Chris. 'Now is my chance', he thought to himself. Pressing off from the wall, Chris landed a punch straight to the other man's nose. The heavier guy lost his balance and stumbled backwards, landing on the tiled floor in a seated position, yelping upon contact. Holding his face, he saw Chris darting for the emergency button through squinted eyes.

Chris was almost within reach of the button when he felt a tight grip on his ankle. He was thrust backwards in a flash and slammed into the tiled floor for the second time that day. Chris flailed on the ground, kicking at the arm holding his leg, momentarily losing sight of the other thug. "You fucking bastard!" was shouted from behind him, and suddenly Chris received a powerful kick to the ribs, expelling all oxygen out of his lungs.

The guy Chris punched managed to get back on his feet, spat and shouted, "Who the fuck do you think you are?". He stood on Chris' wrist, pinning his hand down and temporarily immobilizing him. The thug threw a punch downwards using his weight, returning the same blow to his nose and forcing his head to slam into the tiles below. The impact to the floor causing his vision to spin, meaning Chris could not defend himself at this moment.

The other thug returning and grabbing a handful of Chris' hair, pulled him up and shoved him so that he was face down. "We're going to fuck you now.", he said, slapping Chris on the butt. Chris reacted violently, swinging his fist and managing to smack the thug right in the groin, sending him to the ground, hissing in pain.

The other guy kicked Chris in his side for his efforts, turning him and forcing him onto his back. Chris groaned in pain, gasping for air and trying to roll onto his side. "We were just gonna have some fun, but now we're going to fuck you up!" the larger of the two said with venom in each word.

He continued to kick Chris in his ribs, and when he raised his arm to block, he'd get him in the head instead. Struggling to breathe from his injuries, Chris couldn't stop them from doing whatever they planned. He shut his eyes and surrendered to the punishment, hoping he would survive the night with minimal damage.

However, the thugs no longer had any desire to fuck the virgin Omega. Instead, they wanted to break him entirely for standing up and not submitting to them.

The brutal onslaught continued with Chris receiving multiple blows to the head, chest, and groin. They weren't holding back, and each punch or kick knocked Chris in and out of consciousness. "S-tp", Chris pleaded, blood spilling from his mouth preventing him from forming any suitable words.

Unable to remain conscious, Chris went still and appeared lifeless. The larger thug gave one final kick, causing Chris' limp body to flop over. They both took turns spitting on their victim before stepping over his beaten body and ransacking his gym back, taking his wallet and phone.

"Might as well get something out of this.", they said, checking the other lockers, looking for any belongings left behind that they could sell or use. "Bro, someone forgot their phone in their locker!" the thugs celebrated, finding another valuable they could sell.

The smaller thug looked at Chris and said, "What a shame. He has a great ass on him.", earning a hearty laugh from the other man. "You can still fuck him if you want.", he replied. Looking back with disgust, the thug said, "I don't fuck dead people."

Walking past Chris, they each kicked him one more time before walking back through the gym. "Not so pretty now, you piece of shit.", one of them said, leaving the locker room. The larger thug made sure to check around the front counter for a cash register or safe that they could quickly ransack but found nothing, just like Chris had said. Both looked through the windows leading out onto the street to make sure they were clear to leave unseen.

Outside, the clouds opened and spewed torrential rain down onto the street and buildings. Another crack of thunder jolted Chris from his unconscious state. Unsure how long he's been out, he gurgled on the blood in his mouth, trying to force it from his throat so he didn't choke.

Chris wanted to cry out and scream for help, but his battered mouth and face couldn't make the sounds required. Even though it hurt, tears poured from his swollen eyes, and his body shook with silent sobs.

Trying to lift his head, he couldn't muster the strength and collapse again on the first attempt. Taking short breaths, Chris knew that if he didn't get up, he would likely die where he lay. Wondering who would discover his body in the morning, he thought about how he had no one in his life that would mourn his death. Both his parents were dead, never found a mate, and his friends were just regular gym members. 'My life has been meaningless.', he thought bitterly.

Chris knew he needed to get up, but the cold of the tile was soothing to his battered face and tempted him back to a state of unconsciousness. He could easily give up at this moment, and Chris indeed considered it. 'No!' Chris thought defiantly, staving off the sleep and renewing his resolve to survive.

Not without pain, Chris pressed his face harder into the tile and drew his legs to his chest to give himself a chance to sit up. 'I can't let it end like this. I want to live.' he thought desperately, begging himself for his life.

Even if he could sit, his vision impaired by the swelling around his eyes meant he didn't know which way he was facing or where the emergency button was from his current position. Chris, undaunted by the task ahead, drew on his remaining strength and pushed himself on his knees. The pain he felt was excruciating, and he coughed blood and spit, which dribbled down his chin and landed on his torn shirt.

On his knees, he swung his arm around, trying to feel whether or not he was close to a wall. He felt nothing but air. He wiggled forward and swung out again but again made contact with nothing. Trying again, he lost his balance, falling forward and landing on the ground with a thud. Chris knew that he couldn't get back up on his knees again. He lost too much of his strength, and the pain was too great.

He ran his hand across the floor in front of him and felt something soft but wet. Chris pulled it towards him and used it to wipe the blood from his face. Pressing it against his face, he could smell it was Dan's towel, the scent soothing but also eliciting more tears.

Chris remembered the first time he met Dan three years ago. He was the most attractive man he'd ever seen and recalled the way his heart skipped a beat the moment he walked into the gym to sign up for a membership.

Thinking back, Chris realized that Dan always made an effort with him. He was the only member who took the time to learn his birthday. Last year, Dan brought him a muffin from the cafe across the road. Chris smiled, and a tear of both pain and happiness ran down his cheek. 'I want to get to know him. I-I want to love him.', he thought to himself, knowing that he probably wouldn't wake up, feeling his life slipping away.

Chris coughed up more blood and brought the towel up to catch it. The scent of Dan filled his nostrils, soothing his broken body and mind and feeling like he couldn't hold on anymore, called out Dan's name in his mind.

Just as he prepared to slip into unconsciousness, the sound of the emergency alarm started ringing loudly. Chris felt a hand lift and cradle his head and could hear Dan calling to him. 'Am I starting to hallucinate?' Chris thought.

Trying to respond, Chris sputtered and coughed. "Shh, just stay still, Chris.", Dan said, pulling his body up to cradle against his chest. Sitting against the wall, Chris was now lying up against Dan, who had tears rolling down his cheek and was rocking him back and forth.

"Help will be here soon.", Dan whispered into his ear. If Chris could have smiled, he would. 'Help is already here.' he thought, drifting into darkness. Dan could sense his breathing had stopped and immediately shook him.

"Chris! No, don't you dare give up!" he shouted, scared that he might lose him. Dan laid Chris down and started CPR, pleading in his mind that he stay with him.

The sound of sirens in the distance was a relief for Dan, but he was worried that it was already too late. Looking around the locker room, the carnage of the assault was very evident. Blood splatter reached the ceiling. What Chris went through was brutal, and at that moment, Dan vowed never to let anything ever happen to him ever again.

"I promise that I will protect you. Just don't leave me. Please.", Dan said out loud, sobbing and trying to keep the rhythm of the chest compressions.

Sirens and lights from multiple vehicles finally arrived outside, and both police and paramedics burst through the gym's front door. Dan yelled, "We need help in here!"

"Help is finally here, Baby.", Dan whispered, being pulled out of the way by the paramedics.

To be continued.