OKAY-IM JUST GOING TO POST THE FIC BECAUSE I KEEP GOING BACK OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO ADD IN MORE THINGS BUT I WANT TO SHARE IT WIHT EVERYONE ALREADY!
I’ve also tried typing everything out on my phone notes app rather then on my computer because I thought I could pull up Google docs on my phone but nooOOOOOoooooooo, the damn thing keeps asking me to log in and invokes Ai? Idk, I want to post this out now. There will be more! Dont worry! It’s just a slow burrrrrrrrn for the both of us
thank yall so much for waiting!
(set in mind as Fem reader but is read as an AFAB for now)
TW: mention of gore, zombies and stuff (It’s resident Evil of course)
@monstermasher5000 @ninjacat1515
“It has been just four months since the incident at Rhodes Hill center care center has occurred and yet, we are still uncovering more and more horrors that held in this once beacon of kindness and compassion for the sick and disabled. No one knows for sure why or how this happen, even after we found some notes left behind the director of the center, it was still being taken over by the FBI and the DSO.
“The director of the care clinic was run by Dr.Victor Gideon, who has purchased the facility back in 2003 and has disappeared since the incident happen. If you see him, please do not engage and immediately call the police.
“Many of the residents who have been found either inside or out in the forest of the center have been taken to other hospitals and clinics for further treatment but it is unlikely we will know what will become of them soon given their state. We have Marko Robertson at the scene of what is left of the clinic.”
The tv drone on in the corner of the police station, ignored by the police staff and watched by visitors and prisoners who had a good view of it. All of whom have been glued the moment the news came out. The volume was just loud enough for some close by to see and someone was nice enough to put up subtitles.
Which was a miracle in this hetic, chaotic state of the building. A lot of loud chatter of missing people found in the most bizarre scenes, many unfortunately came up dead, some reported of civilians seeing ‘monsters’ running in the streets. And of course some people took the opportunity of the fear to ransacked some of the high end places in this rinky dink city.
The notion of this police station slowly becoming busy a familiar was both frighting and depressing.
It all happened so quickly that night in October. You were off that day as well as the next, only hearing about a freak outbreak that cause this type of confusion later before you could go back to work. Then when local police force stormed in to assess everything……
That’s when the talks came out about the doctors experiments came to light, only hushing after the FBI came into the picture.
Sitting in a standard, uncomfortable chair in front of a police desk, you stared at the screen, taking in words, processing them and yet the reality of it all clashes with your memories of working at Rhodes Hill center.
Someone on your left let out a wrinkled cough as you watched on.
Leg bouncing in a jitter, you folded your arms in front of you as you lean back, eyes still staring at the screen and watched as Marko bravely stepped into what’s once a pristine and majestic hallway you’ve known for some time, now in complete ruin with splatters of dried red over the walls, furniture trashed, fallen over IV stands and…..
You blinked when you spotted bullet holes on one wall, some covering up a painting of a landscape that now is just in tatters.
‘Didn’t one of the donators brought that back from an art sale?’
“Miss?” Said a steady voice beside you.
Your body jolted back into the now, leg going still while sitting up as the policewoman sat across from you. Her hands placed gently in front of her, her long hair tied up in a neat bun while her calm eyes brought you back to why you were here in the first place. “Thank you so much for coming in. I understand this is a lot for you to go through but you’ll be helping us filling in the blanks of what’s it like inside the care center.”
A breathy sigh left your nose as you slumped in your chair as your hands fiddled with the hems of your jacket sleeve ( You didn’t mean to dress up in a brightly colored hoodie and tattered pants with big pockets in them that definitely clashed with the serious and harden environment but it was the most cleanest you had at the moment), fingers gazing over the rough sewing patch you worked on as you spoke up.
“I’m not sure if I could really be of help. I only worked there as a gardener.” You explained
The woman in blue gave out a gentle smile as her body relaxed a bit. Looking more like a guidance counselor then a working woman of justice. “Even a gardener would be of aid to us. I know people who work in the grass and flowers tend to have a keen eye on seeing something out of the ordinary at first glance. There’s must have been something that could help us with this.”
Feet tucking under your chair more as you slouched a bit while guilt bubbled in your belly as the wide room continued on its ringing phones, people chattering and the stale smell of coffee.
The truth is……you really didn’t noticed anything. You kept to yourself mostly to be out of everyone’s way. Even then, if you did met a person in white gowns or any of the staff, there wasn’t anything of value you could bring up to her.
Well…..nothing of major importance like what they were seeking anyway……..
Your mind reels back to a memory two years ago, just three months after you started to work at the clinic, to a time where you were getting the hang of the place
And after you gotten used to the director of the said clinic……..
It was a bizarre miracle weather that blessed today in this midwestern state. Finally giving the poor flowers a chance to soak in some vitamin D and bloom in time for spring.
Tilting your creativity tattered cap back, you admired the bed of flowers before you as your little speaker played Gimme some Money from Spinal Tap. Bright red Snapping dragons planted in the middle of some circles of dirt, being surrounded by a barrage of colorful flowers such as red poppies, yellow daffodils, white chamomiles that sprouted some parts of the beds, all guarded by rocks that outline the dirt. Already attracting some pretty bugs.
Standing up (and ignoring how your knees and ankles screamed in pain from kneeling too long), you look around to see your finished work some more, tugging your dirty gloves as you did so.
Some benches held pots of plants beside them, echinacea and daisys mingled with lavender (it took some willpower to plant them as the smell made you rather cross) along with safflowers.
Then you finished observing the wooden walls that surrounded the garden that’s coated with clingy flowers like a living wallpaper. Such as colorful trumpet clingers and creeping Jenny’s, all hanging and grew so quickly since last week.
You eagerly stuffed your gloves in the gardening bag, just as the head nurse walked into the section. You bask in her expression of surprise, your chapped lips widen as you walked over to her (with a bit of a limp from crouching a lot). “So, what’d da ya think?” You asked.
“Oh it’s just so beautiful!” She gasped, hand resting on her bosom. “You’ve really outdone yourself!” She said your name with high admiration.
You quickly turned off the speaker hanging from your belt, just as it was starting to play Bitch School as you shrugged. “Thank you, I honestly am happy yall have given me this much freedom to make all this.”
‘And money.’ You admitted in your mind. Then realized just how absurd just what you were given to make this happen and more.
“I just know all of our patients mood will improve once they get a good walk around here.” She said with a sigh, fingers rubbing the golden cross hanging on her necklace. Her eyes closed at that moment to take in the air, already sweeten by the newly planted flowers and the sun warming up the earth.
“Just wait until the bees and the hummingbirds come out. The colors attract them a lot.” You pointed out, just having to hike up the heavy bag again.
She expressed more joy over that knowledge, then shortly chatting with your before she tutted back inside. You followed after her, ready to take a nice long break and go over what the directors next project had in store. Shit, you should tell the director that you were done with this one first.
You just entered the building, chilled air hitting your sun kissed skin and your heated body, and took in the elegance of the meer hallway as you quickly walked to your little room, limp already waning off.
Just close to where you spotted the man of the building, Dr.Victor Gideon. Dressed in a white lab coat over his smartly dressed outfit. With a dark yellow waistcoat over his dress shirt and soft leather pants that probably broke a dress code
But then again, he’s the director, so he didn’t had to answer to anyone.
“Morning Doc!” You chirped up. Slowing down as you came closer.
He looked up, well, down at you and his glasses shown his yellow irises that somehow glow in the light over the darken whites around them and he returned your smiled. “Good morning, Y/n.” He said with the ease of a smooth rumble of a rain cloud.
“And how are you doing today? Finished with the garden already?” He asked, folding the clipboard in front of him. You definitely picked up the southern drawl in his ‘yous’.
‘Just where did he grew up in? Florida?’ You question. ‘It kinda some things….in a way…..’
It took you a while to get used around his person as his appearance of course wasn’t mostly human. But you couldn’t really say otherwise without sounding like an ass as you were explained in a hushed yet serious talk when you were first hired. That he was a survivor of the Raccoon Incident, how his infection caused him to become what he looks.
Your eyes darted at his grey, scaly scared face with the surgical line under his bottom lip and trailed down until it slipped under his shirt. It would be a dick to make fun of his anomalies that he’s painfully aware about.
Though there was some moments you fought the urge to say ‘Moisturize me, moisturize me’ at him whenever saw him using hand cream on his giant hands.
“I did! It took a while because of some flowers that came out of town but I think it was worth it. I am excited for you to see it!”
He tilted his head and you took the notion to explain the process of your decisions, the hours researching, sharing some of the flowers meaning and his smile grew more. Head tilting to the side as his eyes watched on as you put your bag down when your arms became animated with your talking. As if was listening to the worlds most profound speech.
It wasn’t until a ding let out from his lab pocket that halted you, watching him dig into his coat and look at the pager, align with a set of keys that jingled and a keychain you’ve made for him with the prominent colors of red and purple with a red and white pill charm at the end of it. He let out a deep sigh, one that many people would feel after a long day of labor that was yet to be over. “I do apologize, my dear,” he said body straighten up. “But I am needed elsewhere.”
“I won’t keep you. You got a clinic to run.”You replied as you hosted your bag up. And grimace when you saw the ring of dirt on the floor. “Shit……”
“I’m sure the janitor wouldn’t mind too much.” He rumbled with lightness.
“Yeah but that doesn’t make it okay.” You pointed out. He nodded as he patted your shoulder. Your body nearly buzzed when you felt his entire hand engulfed your shoulder and arm, feeling the coldness of his skin through your shirt before he spoke up.
“I hope we’ll get to talk soon. I would love to hear what your ideas for the side garden.” You responded with a positive nod and he walked on. Always in a calm and normal manner. Always collected, always quiet
Looking back from the perspective of the entire event……it was bizarre how you and the others normalized him so much.
The guy on your left let out another crinkle and dry cough and you blinked back to the present. “Let’s go talk in another room.” Said the policewoman, pushing back the chair while holding out a hand to you.
You followed her from the nosy room and braced yourself for the very obvious interrogation.
It was already dark when you came out of the police precinct. And the midwestern weather stayed true to its weather roots and brought an ungodly chill to the city
You were grateful for the harsh sting, how your nose immediately smelled in the crisp air that nearly blocked off the city smells. You zipped your patched worked sweater and trudged your way to your truck.
Mind still in a daze, eyes taking in the very few people on the streets and the litter of empty cans, gravel, cigarettes butts and loose papers the zipped past people with the wind. All bodies hugging their spaces tightly in the cold and in their own world.
How the hell did yours ended up like this? Like an unknowing henchman working for a super, batshit insane mad scientist who torture-
You shake your head while shoving a knitted beanie over your unwashed hair. ‘Nope. Not now.’ You think, your nerves already spiking up, stomach curling like soiled milk. ‘I’m too sober for this, too fucked up to rationalize this. Too close to-‘
The memories of him touching your shoulder, shaking your hand, standing CLOSE to you and then going out to hurt those people-
“The bar is it then!!!” You let out, and walked faster to your blue truck. “Fucking idiot! What was I thinking taking that job!?!” You criticize loudly as you shoved your key into the driver side and hop in with force to wobble your ride. “$35 an hour, all insurance paid, flexible and paid vacation time-mom was right. That was too good to be true.” You moaned, hitting your head on the steering wheel.
Your mom’s voice drifted in your head, worried and weirded out. “Sweetie, I don’t know about this job…..”
Yet you knew if you came home after everything that’s been known, or what the public was told, she would take you in with open arms, bring you to the couch, comb her fingers through your hair while you ramble on without interrupting.
“Maybe it’s time to go back home.” You muttered, looking out of the window.
Men and women pass by on the streets, one woman holding groceries with a thick coat. A man carrying his daughter with a scarf shared between them with her pointing at some cars and shouting out its colors.
The light stop ahead blinked green for too long before the other side got to go, the dark yellowed lights of the street lamps showed more of the cracks of the worn city ground. One kept blinking every five minutes.
You blinked in a sluggish way as a young teen crossed the street holding their backpack tightly to their front while talking loudly into their phone. Letting some of their conversation known about their high school life and how unfair their teacher made them retake a test before a big party that night.
Sneaking a look up into the skyline, there was the familiar birds of dark feathers and others with grey and purple ones that you know would follow this lonely old man who gives them seeds everyday at a rundown park.
A diner on the street was open late once more with the few regulars sitting inside the warm light, looming worn and outdated and yet oh so welcoming like a families friend you’ve never met.
Moving into this nowhere city may have been a bust and yet you couldn’t help but enjoyed how its charms made it worthwhile. It’s people, the community…..
The phone in your pocket buzzed, interrupting your brooding thinking. “Fuck off….”you muttered as you tilt your body to fish it out of your back pocket. The screen showed unknown caller but the woman who asked you questions did say that someone would contact you for further details about your experience in the Rhode Hill Clinic
“Noooooooooooooooooooooo….” You whispered before sucking in the cold air……then answering the phone. “Hello?”
“Good evening. Is this Y/n L/m?” Let out a man’s voice with loud professionalism.
“Depends on who’s asking”. You let out without thinking.
“I am from the FBI, from the same case that is working on the facility you worked in.”
“Oh……” mind reeling, you blurted out “Is this about the questioning? I already told your coworker all that I know- wait, unless you forgotten something?” You asked, back against the car seat.
You felt guilty at being snippy towards him, though your emotional drain brain (fuck, emotional drained of EVERYTHING) is to blame for it.
“It is, we require a more specific answers to our investigation and our coworker failed to ask them. Could you come in and help us shed more light into this mess?”
“Of course, sir. When do you want to meet up?”
‘Not tonight, not tonight.’ You begged
“Tonight if that’s possible. The sooner we explored everything, the better explanation we’ll have for the public.”
‘Goooooooooddaaaaamiiiiiiit…..’
“Okay. Do you want me to come back into the station?”
“No, we have our base set up in another part of the city. I will give you directions to it once we ended this call.”
“Alright. I’ll be there as soon as traffic can allow me.”
He ended with ‘See you soon’ before the line ended. You let your head fall back onto the head rest and sat like that for a bit……….
Then shoving your key into to start the car. “I need to save up on money anyways, I’ll just have drinks at home.” You grumbled as your car pulled away just as your radio was playing a song from Mitch and Mickey.
The directions was easy to follow, traffic was not easy to get through. It seems that a lot of people had the same idea as you and wanted to book out of hell someplace else.
Hopefully you’ll get out of her by two weeks, next week if you pack up now.
The small building popped up slowly when you turned the corner, some window lights already on. Up ahead on the other side of the road was a big black van parked with no driver. “Oh yeah, definitely an FBI type of car.” You muttered as you turned off your truck. “Too bad they don’t have a good dental plan like the CIA.” You joked while you texted to the man from the phone
[Hey, I’m here. Should I just walk in or wait for someone to come out?]
Then realized that you didn’t get his name and quickly asked for it
[Im sorry, I’m not having the best night. Could I get your name?]
The text screen showed the three dots blipping before he responded
[We’ll exchanged names once you step inside. The door will be unlocked for you.]
‘The fuck, you know my name and yet couldn’t bother to share yours?’ You thought as you zipped up your warm sweater, then reached into your cup holder for your big switch knife and scuttled out into the cold street, shoving it in your hoodie pocket while the truck was locked
The street was bare, save for many trash and lamps that glowed its yellow lights. Dashing across, you saw a door to the front that looked like it used to be a flower shop with the name Mushnik's Flower Shop. It’s painted red and yellow lettings fainted and chipped. Wrapping your hand around the door handle, you gripped it with a quick turn
The inside was just as you saw it from the outside, empty, dusty as fuck with the lingering smell of dead flowers in the air. And almost just as cold as the outside. “Man, Skid row did not treat you nice.” You whispered to the store, imagining its shelves and walls covered in flowers of all shapes and colors.
Maybe you could have worked here instead if it was still open.
“Hello?” You called out. Looking around and into an open doorway that lead to what looks like a preparation room for flower arrangements. “I’m here for the questioning?” You let out
There was a buzz in your pocket, and you took out your phone.
[Walk into the break room and take the stairs up to the third floor. You’ll find me behind the red door.]
“Fuuuuuuck meeeeeee…..” you muttered as you followed the directions. Your scribbled on shoes crunching on dead leafs as you seek out the break room. Humming as you saw the stairs.
It creaked as you walked upward, huffing as your left ankle popped from overworking. It only occurred to you that this whole thing might have been a trap
“…….shit.” You whisper, halting a bit. Your mind racing to second guess if this would be a trap
But then again, the caller knew you were being interviewed today. Knew what you were asked about, who else could’ve known?
You continued up the stairs with the frantic feelings resolved.
‘Who would want a gardener anyway?’ You thought as you finished up the stairs, seeing the long hallway with the red door to the left. There was light glowing under the red door crack, drawing you into the dark hallway.
The air still smell dusty as fuck but it was warmer this time. Much more warmer than downstairs. Your hand wrapped around your folded knife as a way to help ground you before you stepped in front of it.
Ignoring how rust looking the walls look with discolored splotches, you knocked on the door and waited.
“Come in.” Came a voice that nearly made you paused before you turned the handle. It sounded vastly different outside of the phone but maybe the caller had another person inside?
Inside the room was empty, with the lingering feeling of it being used as a family living room with the once brightly cheerful wallpaper. The carpet floor all grungy and worn. Bare of any furniture that left its indicts in the carpet.
But no table or chairs, only the boarded up windows and the light on
And most importantly: no FBI guys in here.
Your face scrunched up in confusion and irritation as you walked in. “Hello?” You called out, voice once polite now becoming harsh. It was wider as you walked in, the air more cleaner now-
“It so good to finally see you again, my dear.”
……..your stomach dropped when Victors voice came from behind you.
You spun around to see him closing the door softly from behind. Still as freakishly tall and gray like the dead, with his eyes still golden yellow with dark red surrounding it.
Drawing you in the longer you stare at him in this empty place
Fingers tighten the knife, your body stood stiff as he smiled, a sigh came from his nose as he stepped forward, now dressed in a black leather coat that nearly touched the floor and a white vest that clasped his front under his jacket. “I’ve missed hearing your voice face to face. It was one of the things that brighten my day back in the care facility.” He spoke with casualness of a pleasant day
You stepped backward as your skin felt clammy and your stomach bubbling with fear. He noted it with a sadden smile, the eyebrow ridges drawn up with it. “Ah,” he let out with his forked tongue peeked out for a taste. “I’m sorry for luring you out here but it was a necessary precaution, I assure you.”
“The fuck it is.” You hissed out. Heart beating loudly in your ears as you let out “Like those patients and doctors and nurses and everyone you hurt or fucked up over there?!”
He shrugged as he stole another step forward.
“They were just means to my Masters end. Many of them failed to evolved the way they deserved to live. To thrive beyond what humans could be, others were just a waste of flesh and tissue. Believe me, I was only doing them world a service by bringing about a new wave of the Evolved.”
Your mind scrambled to take in everything, nothing making sense with the talk of Master versus how he used to act in his facility.
The words ‘waste of flesh’ and ‘tissue’ ranged out brighter than others, and the logic your mind connected to the FBI interrogating brought you to a horrible conclusion.
You held in tears as you slowly drew out your hand, steel and still with the knife ready to be flicked open for a fight close to your side. There’s no chance in Hell you could overcome this hulking man of a scientist but you sure as hell can leave him some damage
“So that’s why you tricked me out here, to get rid of all the workers from there? To kill anyone who would rat on you and your fucking insane zombie plans or whatever the HELL you had cooking in your secret lab??” You tried your best to keep your voice steady but it was still so hard with the idea of death coming so soon by his hands. “Well, go ahead and fucking try me!”
Victor let out a soft ‘Oh’ as his eyes soften and the gold of his teeth flashed as he spoke. “Oh no, no I’m not here to hurt you, dear heart. I’m here to bring you home.”
It was like the air was sucked out the moment he spoke that.
His head leaned forward as he took a step while he spoke.
“Home, where you’ll be taken care of in a lovely room suited just for you. I could have set it up much quicker but I needed much recovery after a nasty fight, rebuilding a new sanctuary for my Masters plans-“
“Wait-no….no no wait……” you walked backward as something in your bones set off a command of fright. The urge to run was great but-
“Home??? My room?? What the fuck are you on about?! Why the hell would I go with you after everything you’ve done?!?” You yelled out
The hairs on the back of your neck was standing up as you slowly started to loose your cool. “WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT ME?!?” You let out.
Chest heaving, knuckles whitening as he responded with his voice still low and calm as ever with his smile widen a bit.
Your eyes widen from the bluntness of his words.
He waited for a moment for you to respond, ready for you to yell or scream disgust at him. Only to tilted his head again when he tasted confusion from you, looking at how your eyes widen.
A soft hum rolled from his throat as he crossed his arms in front of him, one elbow resting on the other arm as he rested his cheek in his hand. You briefly noticed how his left hand looked redder then the other one, almost dried out like snake skin turned into jerky with his nails blacked and sharp like burnt ends of a knife
“Poor thing, you never had anyone confess their feelings for you before?” He tsked with his forked tongue flicking out again.
He waited for you to respond
You were still frozen where you stand with your heart beating loudly in your rushing blood.
“It’s true. I don’t know how you managed it, considering how ordinary you are. I’ll be very honest with you,” he continued as he slowly walked forward
“I once thought of you of being like everyone else. So ordinary, so naive, so….human.” He hissed the word softly. “But….. I just couldn’t get you out of my head after meeting you over and over again.”
He stepped closer now, just in perfect arms reach.
And you kept standing still with your eyes trained on him
“I did thought about saving you from this old flesh. Reshaping like me and many others but I couldn’t imagine you as anything other than yourself. You are imperfect just the way you are…” He continued, boots gently bringing him forward.
Now close enough for you to lean your head back to stare at him with uncontrollable horror and fear. From every scenario you could conjure up in something as twisted as being turned into a monster, this wasn’t part of anything like that
The Doctor lifted his right hand up to your cheek, halting a bit when you didn’t flinch which only made his heart flutter with relief. “You make me think of how humanity used to be good.” He went on, rubbing the back of his thick fingers on your cheek, exhaling out when he felt how soft your cheeks felt.
“How weak and extraordinary they can be, how humans evolved from so much heartbreak and loss yet continued to move onward with a cloudy mind and sore hearts.”
His hand bravely slipped around your head, tucking some hair behind your ear while his other, reddened hand slowly ghosted up over your arm. “I only wish to preserve some part of what we were, what I used to be, what you are. A relic of a weaker species in a new world of titans.”
His body curled down for his face to reach yours, his tongue flickered out as his yellowed eyes drilling deep into yours, enfolding your mind with maddening gold.
“To sit by my side and watch the world reborn from the ashes.”
The knife slipped out of your slacken hand, followed by a soft thump. His chapped, scared lips curled a bit with satisfaction as his arms wrapped around your now shivering body.
Breathing hard, you shook your head as you started to walk back but it was so too late. His arms tighten around you to his broad chest and you let out a soft no.
He hushed as he straighten up. Lifting your feet off of the floor as he hugged you. “Please don’t protest, little mouse.” He whispered into your ear, resting his massive head against yours. “I promise you that you’ll come to thrive under new management. You’ll get to live out your little life.“
One hand rubbed your back as he contended. “All you have to do is obey my Superiority and everything will be right.”
Inhaling with all of your might, you lifted one leg backward as much as you can and swing it forward hard into his pelvis
The painful yell he gave nearly deafening you but you ignored it as he dropped you to recoil. You stumbled a bit before you snatched at both of his ears and held his face still as you lifted your knee hard onto his face again before almost shoving him back and then darting out of the room
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!” You muttered, lungs pumping taking air in and out almost too quickly as you made it to the second floor. “Holyfuckingshitdamnit!!”
You jumped the last flight of stairs as you turned the corner. Brain racing to communicate with your body to run the hell faster. Your eyes darting forward, still reeling from what the fuck Victor uttered out
He’ll definitely kill you off after that stunt.
“Get to the truck, then get out, get to the truck, then get out.” You repeated as you finished the second floor and reached to the last flight of stairs.
Screw going back to your apartment, you need to get out of this city NOW!!
“Get help, get help,” you panted, hand pulling on the hand rails to move you faster on the stairs as you made it to the break room. “Police, they might help. Get in the truck, no, just get out of here now now now now now-“
Your heart nearly plummet when you heard thick sounds of footsteps behind you. Rapidly approaching behind you.
You let out a scream as you dashed out of the room, out of the preparation room and sprinted to the front of the abandoned flower shop-
A large hand gripped the back of your sweater, pulling you back hard into a solid surface behind you. Your hands immediately darted to your zipper before the gnarled hand wrapped itself gently around your neck. Then redirect to his hand as he spoke
“I should have expected this.” Victor hissed behind you. “It was rather foolish of me to expect you to understand what is happening, but in the end, you are still so ignorant to understand.”
With very little effort, your body raised up once more but now by your throat. You let out closed off hisses and gurgled insults at him as you were turned around to look at him. The knee impact did little to his face other than leaving a small bruise that was forming on his cheek.
Gideon didn’t look really pissed off, more like he was annoyed yet disappointed at your actions.
Your hands darted out to claw at his eyes but his other hand made quick work of snatching them in one hand while his other started to squeeze softly. “I’m sorry I had to resort to this but really, my dear. You’ve brought this onto yourself.” He said in a calm voice. No loudness or anger, just calm as he always spoke
You whined, wiggling, trying to kick out of his grasp as your sight of him slowly darken, lungs trying to take in air as he let out soft shushes
He continued to whisper words of sleep and hushes before your eyes closed
And darkness welcomed you
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