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His grip was clumsy. And he fumbled both hands. Unable to stop your head from lolling around, clamp your eyelids and hold the injector still all at the same time.
Instead he grabbed your chin, restraining your head in place. The same hand squeezed your cheeks, pushing your lips together roughly as he was now able to properly line up the injector.
You feel the cool metal line up around your eye, pressing into your socket. Not a good fit but it wasn't made for you. You closed your eyes once. Fluttered them open lightly and then shut again.
You give in. You give up. You feel so faint and everything is getting darker, so dark.
Maybe you deserved this.
He loosened his grip on your face and instead you felt nails digging, raking into your skin at the base of your eye. Tugging your bottom eyelid open. Your pupil rolling up, hiding, as your upper eyelid twitched in a fight to keep the eye closed. Only the white sclera revealed.
Sudden and harsh, he blew a sharp breathe straight at your eye. It shook you awake and you jumped, whipping your eyes open wide to meet his enraged stare.
He scoffed at your instant reaction, slight hesitation in his own actions before *click*
Your body stiffens but you can't hold back the scream as the needle pierces your cornea. The pain is unbearable. Completely different to the aches and pains from your beating before... every fibre in your body was now burning and both eyes stung. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, your pulse convulsing aggressively along your neck. An instant migraine washed over your head as sweat dripped down from your scalp.
When you previously watched the needle used on Silco he seemed at peace, relaxed, it made the tension wash out of him. But this. No. This was different. Very different.
You could feel the fluid seeping through your eye, flushing through your veins and all throughout your body. Every inch of your skin on fire as your nerves were constantly overwhelmed with the chemical energy.
Your fists clenched tightly, nails digging into your palms. You heard Silco laugh darkly. His red eye twitched as he watched you, with a single eyebrow raised.
Silco had been weaned onto the substance. But this was a full dose, when you'd never been exposed to it. Your mind went hazy. *click*
Not as painful as the first. The needle sliding straight through the slit it had already cut into you.
The liquid refilled your eyes enough for you to scream again.
Click
3 times? This is gonna kill you.
You are going to die.
You pray you're going to die.
This time you're screeching uncontrollably. Unable to form words. Just crying out like a dying animal.
You attempt to thrash around. To push Silco off you but you're too weak. He easily holds you down moving his one free hand to knot itself in your hair and tug your head back. The other hand still holding his device in place. You can't move.
You're not even sure you can breathe.
Yet you're crying. Tears streaming down you face.
He presses the device down further. Any harder and you're sure he'll crush your skull. Another click but this time there's no release. The needle hits your eye and stays there. Stuck.
There's that dark laugh again.
He twists the injector. Your feel your skin rip, your eyelids tearing at the base. The tears run down into your mouth but now its thicker, metalic tasting... its... blood. Gushing from your eyes.
The needle delves deeper. Probably already hit your retina by now. Would it go far enough to hit your brain? Strong enough to split your skull?
"PLEASE SILCO STOP! I CAN'T! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME! ITS TOO MUCH!" you screech at him. Spit hitting his face as a devilsih smirk appears on his face.
He pauses in his movements.
You gasp for air. A touch of relief. But the moment is cut short as he twists in the opposite direction.
This time you bite down. Clenching your teeth hard enough you feel they could break. You catch your tongue and the tip falls to the floor. More blood fills your mouth and slides down your chin.
"Have you had enough?" He asks, cool and collected. As if he hasn't just mutilated your face.
You squeak out a small "yes" and he pulls the device off your face.
“Good. I hope you've learnt your lesson.”
“Y-yes.”
“Hmm. Get yourself cleaned up.” You heard his shoes click along the wooden floor. "I expect you to be in my quarters after closing." Followed by the sound of the door opening and then closing behind him.
You collapse to the floor.
He left you there.
Alone.