——-♜ That bastard. He gave him too much for some sick game! His mouth opens. Closes. His tongue felt swollen and dry and it was getting harder and harder to focus on his brother’s oily face and annoying voice.
“Y-You…” he rasps, breaths harder to take and chest heaving. Fingers twitch ( claws pushing out only to retract; over and over ). Eyes blink, body feeling like lead and not of his own. Was he dying…?
“N-not scared you…you God damn pig…” No. He was fucking mortified. Each word made his throat scream, eyes welling up with tears despite Killua not wanting to cry. He hardly holds back a scream, the pain flaring in his head and making it feel as though his brain was expanding and pushing on his skull.
His body thrashes. The beginning of a seizure starting to take hold of his motor skills, the restraints keeping him down. He felt lost and out of control, his whole body on fire and breath catching in his throat and taking longer to reach his lungs. His spine arches up, a scream racking through his body as it all flares again.
He couldn’t die..!
Milluki pulls the leather restraint straps around his limbs even tighter, one by one, watching them dig into his brother’s pale skin. He smirks. To his delight, the poison’s effects were showing far faster than he had imagined. Oh, how he loved watching someone struggle against the inevitable.
He calmly makes his way around the table, the cart of assorted needles and bottles of poisons pushed aside with his swaying gait. Milluki grabs a fistful of Killua’s white hair and slams his jerking head back onto the stainless steel table. Emotionless black eyes stare back into Killua’s icy blue ones.
“Did I give you too much, Killu?” Milluki spits his name as if it were a bitter taste in his mouth. “Maybe you’re just too weak to handle it. I always knew you were frail, but not to this extent.” He snorts. “Look who’s the strongest Zoldyck now!”
