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In the city of the interstellar empire, the night is still as dark as ink, and the lights in this interstellar city flicker with a faint glow. Under this heavy night, a rescue operation is quietly being planned.
Charlotte sits in a dim room in his hidden abode, filled with the cold breath of future technology. The interstellar map on the wall flashes with various coordinates and routes, showing Charlotte's plan becoming clearer. His face is pensive, his eyes as cold as ice.
On the other side of the table, members of Charlotte's team are discussing the details of the rescue operation. Each of them is dressed in a simple uniform, with a serious and focused expression on their faces.
"The time is pressing, we must act quickly," Charlotte's voice is low and firm, with a steely glint in her golden eyes.
A team member frowned and said, "But we don't know much about Caesar's security measures. This could be a suicidal mission."
Charlotte nodded silently, with a hint of concern in his expression. "I know the risk is high, but we can't just stand by and watch Rose suffer. She may be in extreme danger right now."
Another member clenched his fist and spoke firmly: "We are all ready, Your Highness. No matter what, we will support you."
A grateful smile appeared on Charlotte's face, and his eyes revealed trust in his teammates. "Thank you. We must ensure that every detail is precise. This is not only about Rose's life, but also about our determination to resist tyranny and maintain imperial order."
In the depths of Caesar's Palace, in Rose's room, dim light seeped in through the cracks in the curtains, casting shadows on her pale face. Every corner of the room seemed shrouded in sadness and despair, with the oppressive aura of Caesar Alpha permeating the air, making it feel suffocating.
Rose slowly sat up, her body extremely weary as if every muscle was calling out in pain. Yet in her eyes, there still shone a glimmer of unwavering resilience. Her glands emitted a faint Omega message, almost suppressed by Caesar's Alpha aura, but her strong will remained unbroken.
Her voice trembled slightly, but remained firm: "I will not be defeated, even in such a predicament." Rose muttered to herself, gripping the bedsheets tightly as if it would give her some strength.
In the hallway outside the room, Caesar's presence felt like an invisible cage, tightly enveloping the space. Rose could sense that he could reappear at any moment, causing her heart to race, each beat a reminder of this unbearable reality.
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and the familiar and intimidating figure of Caesar appeared at the doorway. There was a hint of cruel satisfaction in his eyes, and a cold, cruel smile played at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems you have not completely surrendered yet, Rose," Caesar's voice was deep and full of threat.
Rose's eyes showed a flash of fear, but she quickly suppressed the emotion and looked back at him firmly: "I will not submit to you, master. Your tyranny will only make you more lonely."
Caesar suddenly narrowed his eyes and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face. He walked heavily towards Rose with overwhelming dominance: "It seems you still don't understand, your fate is already in my hands."
Rose stood up, despite her exhausted body, her eyes were as sharp as a blade. She knew deep down that even in this dark moment, she had to remain strong and not succumb to any fear.
She firmly said, "Even so, I will not give up the possibility of finding freedom. Your control is only temporary."
In this moment of confrontation, Caesar's gaze became even more gloomy. He advanced step by step, seemingly trying to overwhelm Rose with his own momentum. But she did not back down, even though her physical strength could not compete with Caesar, her spirit was unusually firm.
"Your words are nothing but self-deception," Caesar sneered, his tone contemptuous. "In this world, the weak will always have to submit to the strong."
Rose's eyes revealed a hint of sadness, but it was soon replaced by a firm determination. "Perhaps in your world it's like that, but I believe that even in the darkest moments, there is still a glimmer of hope. I will not give up hope."
Caesar sneered, his Message element becoming even more intense, as if to freeze the air in the entire room. However, Rose was not intimidated by this momentum, her inner strength as unyielding as steel.
At this moment of confrontation, although there was no physical collision, it was a fierce struggle at the spiritual level. Rose's resistance, although seemingly insignificant, is her insistence on freedom and dignity, while Caesar's dominance and oppression are his desire for power and display of control.
In the end, Caesar turned and left the room, leaving Rose alone in deep contemplation. This struggle is far from over, and she must continue to persist for her own freedom and future. In this world dominated by Alpha, every resistance by Rose is a counterattack against reality and a hope for the future.
Rose slowly stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the night view of the interstellar metropolis. Her thoughts soared over the towering buildings and the oppressive space, searching for Charlotte and hope. In her heart, there was only the figure of Charlotte, the source of her strength to persevere.
Meanwhile, in Caesar's room, he was sitting in a luxurious chair, toying with an exquisite ornament. His eyes revealed a dark and uneasy mood, extremely displeased with Rose's resistance and Charlotte's presence.
"These Omegas and their resistance, one day, I will make them all submit to my feet." Caesar said in a low voice, with a tone of madness and arrogance.
At the same time, Charlotte continued to discuss the rescue plan with her team members in their hidden hideout. Their minds were all spinning rapidly, trying to find the best solution. Charlotte's eyes were determined, but also revealed worry and anxiety.
"We must proceed with caution to ensure Rose's safety," Charlotte said seriously.
The team members nodded in agreement, fully aware of the importance and danger of this mission. Everyone was prepared to engage in this rescue operation, determined not to let Rose continue to suffer.
Rose's room was immersed in a kind of oppressive silence, with only the distant night lights of the interstellar city outside the window twinkling. She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her eyes gazing into the distance, as if lost in the depths of her own heart. Helplessness was evident on her face, but there was still a glimmer of light in her eyes.
Suddenly, the door was rudely pushed open, and Caesar's figure appeared in the doorway, a malicious smile hanging on his face. His steps were heavy, each one feeling like a heavy blow on Rose's heart.
"Rose, I want to hear you sing," Caesar's voice was low and filled with a commanding tone, his eyes revealing madness and a desire for control.
Rose's heart sank, she knew deep down that Caesar was trying to humiliate her, tarnishing her purest dream. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the panic and anger within her.
"Okay, master," Rose's voice was weak, but she tried hard to remain calm. She slowly stood up and walked to the center of the room, beginning to sing softly. Her voice was still sweet and moving, but in this oppressive atmosphere, it seemed particularly sad.
Caesar sat on Rose's bed, his eyes filled with possessiveness and cruelty. He listened to Rose's singing, while reaching out his hand, roughly grabbing her arm and pulling her beneath him.
Rose struggled to control her emotions, trying not to let her voice tremble. However, when Caesar violated her, her voice still trembled slightly. Tears silently slid from the corners of her eyes.
Under Caesar's violation, Rose felt as if her soul was being torn apart. Her singing gradually became hoarse, mixed with sobs and tears, yet she still persisted in singing. In this extreme humiliation and pain, her inner strength and resilience remained intact.
Her singing echoed in the oppressive space, revealing a deep sense of sadness and despair. Yet it also conveyed a hint of resilience and resistance.
Caesar, listening to Rose's singing, had a twisted sense of satisfaction on his face. In his view, this was just another proof of his power and a desecration of Rose's pure dreams. He was intoxicated by the pleasure of domination and control, completely ignoring the tears in Rose's eyes and the pain in her heart.
Finally, Rose's singing abruptly stopped, and her body slumped weakly, tears wetting her cheeks. She felt her soul abandoned in endless darkness, lonely and desperate.
Caesar left Rose's room satisfied, leaving her to face the long night alone. Rose curled up in bed, the pain in her body making it hard to sleep, her heart calling out Charlotte's name, unable to contain her sorrow.
In the hidden residence of Charlotte, he and his team members are still nervously planning the rescue operation. Every second is unbearable torture for Rose.
"We must act quickly," Charlotte said in a low voice, his tone firm and urgent.
Team members nodded one after another, determination written all over their faces. Everyone knew that this would be a risky operation, but for Rose, for justice, they were willing to pay any price.
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