warnings: non-con, drugged non-con, voyeurism, pseudo incest, past non-con, delusions, power imbalance
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It was another evening spent dealing with patient charts. Most of them were useless. Disappointed, he made a mental note to tell the workers to be stricter with their grading. He didn’t have time for average scores or garbage test subjects.
Dropping another patient chart into the rejection pile, he lit a cigarette to take a break. The smoke spilled from his lips as his eyes landed on the small TV on his desk. It was showing the cafeteria cam footage. A group of Reagents were having a late dinner together. None of them were successful subjects. They were nothing but a waste of resources. Before he lost his cool, he clicked the remote to switch to the next footage.
A Reagent was decorating their room.
Next.
Two Reagents in one room together, they were chatting. There wasn’t any audio in the footage, he didn’t bother lingering on them too much.
Next.
Another waste of resources.
Next.
His lips curled up to a smile as he leaned back on his chair. This Reagent was somewhat special and worthy of his attention. It was you.
Grabbing your chart from the pile that was amongst the useless junk, he checked for your latest evaluation. You had been getting better and better. Promising. You had the potential, which made you special.
In the footage, you were sitting at your desk in your room. The quality wasn’t clear enough to see what you were doing but he could guess that you were listening to his recordings. How obedient.
He took a long drag from his cigarette. If he had to be honest, he wasn’t expecting a woman like you to make it far in the facility. Yet, you proved him wrong. He had been watching your efforts, the way you fought so hard to please him and how much you truly craved his validation. Your devotion was admirable. A good little lamb, that was what you were. So eager and innocent. Devoid of any impurity. You were an ideal specimen.
Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop his thoughts as he imagined your corruption. You were his blank canvas. The drops of corruption would bleed from his fingertips onto your body to create his masterwork.
He flinched as the cigarette burned his fingers. How long had he been watching you so absently? Putting it out on the ashtray, he glanced back up at the footage to continue watching you. Lying on your side, you were facing the wall, away from him.
Had you sensed his lecherous gaze through the camera?
The thought humored him as his eyes trailed over your body. With a deep sigh, he shifted on his seat. His pants were getting tighter by the second. How disgusting. He didn’t want to touch himself but his self-restraint was almost non-existent when it came to you. He couldn’t shake away the first time he was able to get his hands on you. Although you were drugged beyond limits, you were still cursed with shame, putting your hands between your thighs to cover yourself as he was climbing on top of you. Adorable. Luckily, you didn’t remember his visits. He considered it a blessing, but every moment was haunting him. You were making him lose control. If he continued falling prey to his own desires, then what was the point? He wasn’t setting a good example. Still, he was continuing to prey on you... There was no need to feel bad now. He had already debated himself about his own actions countless times anyway. He concluded that it was erotic because it was deeply wrong. He could never get the rush you gave him from anywhere else.
He knew you thought of him like a father and he did think of you as a daughter. A favored daughter who deserved all of his attention. Like an offspring he created. You existed for him. You were made to fit around him.
Cupping his growing erection over his pants, he let out a shaky breath. He was better than this. There was no need to watch you from behind a screen when he could have the real thing. You were willing now. You would easily spread your legs for him with how much you craved his attention. You would do anything for him, right?
Blood continued rushing down to his cock. He was fully hard as his eyes locked in on your ass. In his imagination, he was right there with you. When you noticed his presence, you would raise your ass and arch your back, letting him ravish you. No. Scratch that. You needed to beg for him. Your cunt needed to be soaking wet and you had to be humping him back, desperately begging for his seed inside you. You had to be more present, more active and more vocal. It had to be different from the previous times.
His cock throbbed at the thought of you in his lap. Your hands would be on his shoulders as you sat on his cock slowly, gasping while he stretched your cunt bit by bit. Once you took the entire length inside, you would look up at him with a smile. He could praise you for taking him so well.
Undoing his pants, he wrapped his hand around his cock after giving his palm a sloppy lick, he could barely contain himself. If only you were here to take his cock in your mouth and cover the length in your saliva. He wasn’t able to hold back his groan at the thought. He threw his head back and humped his hand. He would cover your skin in cigarette burns. He could almost hear your whimpers and smell your burning flesh. It was so tangible.
A smile tugged at his lips as he quickened his pace. He was close.
What would you do if he grabbed you by the hips and fucked you like a frantic animal? Would you try to push him away? Beg for him to stop? No. You would bark like a bitch in heat and beg for more.
He returned his gaze to the screen to find you facing the camera in bed, looking directly at the lens like you knew what he was doing. Fuck. His cock was leaking precum already. How could you do this to him? He had to be in control.
Taking a deep breath, he moved his tight fist along his cock while staring at your oblivious face. His pace got faster as he imagined you on your knees under his desk, looking up at him with the same innocent look on your face. Thick spurts of cum landed on your face on the screen and he hastily continued jerking himself off until his cock became sensitive.
He sat back, trying to catch his breath. By the time he collected himself, he determined a visit to your room was in order.
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warnings for the whole fic: non-con, forced puppy play, manipulation, gaslighting, power imbalance, human experimentation, lobotomy, suicide attempt, humiliation, blood and gore, guro, alcoholism, self-harm, sexual assault, kidnapping, vomiting, death, dismemberment, murder, animal gore, animal death, diapers, piss, waterboarding, shock collars, drugging, hypnotism, cage sex, blood drinking, knife play, body horror, necrophilia, human vivisection, cannibalism
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The fading sunlight cast a long shadow behind him. His head turned slightly at your voice, you saw how his sharp features softened in the golden glow.
“Thought you wouldn’t come,” he said.
“I said I’d be here,” you replied, descending the stairs and sitting next to him. “It took longer than I expected.” You handed him a glass of liquor and as he took it from you, his hand brushed against yours.
“How’s the hand?” he asked, his eyes scanning the bloody bandage around your hand. Eyes, scanning your bandaged hand, he asked.
You placed your hand between your legs to hide it from his view with an exaggerated sigh, “Fine.”
“You need to stop playing with fire,” he commented, turning to watch the horizon stretching in the sunlight.
“What?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you jealous?” you teased.
He let out a grunt but the slight fake smile on his lips betrayed him.
“You are!” Barking out a laugh, you spilled some of the drink in your glass on the stairs.
He was shaking his head in disbelief, you could see the slightest bit of red coloring his cheeks, “You’re unbelievably childish."
Grinning, you nudged him with your elbow to annoy him. “Hey, let me see…”
He sighed audibly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as if he was upset but you caught a glimpse of his grin.
It was quiet for a while until he popped an unexpected question.
“Meeting your mom?” You giggled around your glass.
“What? You don’t want to?” he snickered but managed to look away from you to hide his expression. Was he hurt by your response?
“Hey,” you started, putting your drink down on the step. Although you were against the idea, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to meet his mother. “I just never even considered that we might get the chance to leave this job.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, still looking away from you. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’ve had too much to drink while waiting.”
Scooting closer to him, you leaned onto his side. “I don’t think she’d like me and I don’t believe you’d still be with me if she didn’t. ”
That made him look at you, his features were softer than before. “Not a chance.” His hand reached for your cheek and he caressed the skin softly with his knuckles, “I’ll always be with you.”
Laughing, you nudged him lightly, “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious,” he said, turning to face you directly. “I’d never be able to live without you.”
You had an unsure smile on your lips, his promise was too overwhelming. “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean,” you replied with a sigh, trying to ease yourself.
He leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead, and when he moved away, he was smiling drunkenly. “You’re blushing,” he said.
“I’m not!” You jokingly shoved him away and he wrapped his arms around you to keep you in place. It quickly turned into a hug when you wrapped your arms around him too. The embrace was tight and awkward but at least you were able to hide your face by pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
“I’d go mad if you weren’t by my side,” he sighed, tightening his arms around you. “Medic would have to lobotomise me.”
You shook your head against his shoulder in disbelief and gave a muffled response. “You’re an idiot.”
~~~
Medic held a familiar hairbrush, another thing they had stolen from you when they were infiltrating the base. “Come, dear,” he called softly, patting his hand on his thigh. “Come on.”
You approached him slowly, your knees were hurting from extensive crawling. The bruises had spread up toward your thighs and below your knees. It hurt but it was a reminder that you were still a human. Your body continued defying the dog identity they were forcing on you. You weren’t made to crawl.
Sitting with your back facing him in front of his office chair, you stayed unmoving as Medic started brushing your hair.
“You have a long day ahead of you,” he said. “After the meeting, Sniper has a reservation and Pyro has made a reservation right after him. I believe you’ll be with him until lunchtime.”
You stayed in your role. Like a dog, you continued listening quietly.
He was being carefully gentle while brushing your hair. “That is if the majority votes to keep you here.” They wouldn’t let you leave even if they voted to kill you. What a sick game. Their decision meant nothing, it was Medic who was deciding everything anyway. He was giving them the illusion of choice. “None of this would have happened if they followed my orders,” he started, his voice unusually quiet. “I’ll fix this.”
~~~
“Why is she here?” Spy demanded, standing by the doorframe to block your entrance. “This is a meeting.”
Medic gave an impatient sigh, “It’s ours whether you like it or not. It’s no different than Boncuk coming into the room when we have meetings.”
“Your cat wasn’t part of the enemy’s team,” Spy replied, glaring down at you. “I won’t allow you to bring her into the meeting.”
“With the amount of time you spent with the enemy, we could consider you to be a part of them too.” Medic shoved past Spy and dragged you along by the leash. Hurriedly crawling to match his tempo, you ignored the angry muttering in French. To be fair, you were having trouble keeping your focus.
You had been staring absently at the floor since you had woken up until Medic came to let you out of the cage. The weird dreams you had last night were starting to make you feel disoriented. You knew they were dreams but they felt too real. Almost like memories of a life you never had.
Snap out of it.
Things that never happened couldn’t be real.
The enemy was planting these memories into you. These clearly weren’t yours.
Besides, something terrible was going to happen. This feeling had been dawning on you since you woke up in the cage for the first time but today, it was far stronger than before.
Medic’s hand on your head brought you back to the moment, disrupting your thoughts. The meeting had already started. He was petting your hair when you caught the end of Spy’s explanation.
“Your vote will be anonymous during this meeting. Write down your vote free from others’ influence without any pressure.”
Lifting your head to look around above the table, you could see that everyone was in the conference room. Even Skirmisher. She was sitting with Scout, and they were giggling while whispering to each other. Would she still be able to be close to him if she knew the truth? Either way, you couldn’t stomach watching them like that.
You quickly threw yourself on your side on the floor with your back against the legs of Medic’s chair. It was quiet now as they were writing their votes. You could somewhat guess how many may vote in favor of killing you.
Spy and Skirmisher would definitely vote to kill you. There were a few maybes that you weren’t too sure about. Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Demoman’s votes could be anything. Medic, Sniper, and Engineer would vote to keep you here. That left one unknown: Pyro. But was it really unknown? Your last encounter with him told you more than enough. He would vote against killing you to keep his new toy.
How many did that make? If you put the unsure votes with the votes that wanted to kill you, that would make six. Six against four. That was unlikely to happen but if it did, then you would be free. Dead but free.
There was still some hope.
Have you lost your mind already?
You couldn’t help but scoff.
Medic wouldn’t let them kill you even if the majority voted against him.
You had to be realistic.
But there was hope…
The eerie feeling returned as you found yourself staring at the small gap in the conference room’s door. It widened very slightly. You bit your tongue at the sight and your pulse reached your ears. Could it be the strong wind? No, that wouldn’t be possible.
Someone had to be behind that door. Your heart almost flew out of your ribcage as you thought about your team.
They were here!
All the hope you had been pushing down to prevent yourself from getting disappointed disappeared as you froze and waited for them to pour inside the room. What were they waiting for?
You were shaking in anticipation.
They were here!
You were going to get saved.
The door abruptly opened wider and you watched in excitement as the cat entered the room after using its entire weight to open the door.
Oh. It was just the cat… Boncuk or whatever its name was.
You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The cat walked up to Pyro with its tail up and he quickly reached to scoop the cat up to his lap.
They weren’t coming.
How could you allow yourself to believe they would?
“The first vote is in favor of killing.” Spy spoke loudly. You sat up to watch him take a folded paper out of a bucket. He unfolded it with one hand as he inhaled from his cigarette with the other. “Against,” he said, smoke spilling from his lips. He moved on to the third vote. “Pro-killing.”
They were counting the votes.
“Another vote in favor,” Spy said.
Were you dreaming? Three votes to kill you? If you got two more votes, then it would be a tie. That possibility was more likely than them killing you. Having a tie could disrupt more chaos, though, which could work in your favor. Someone would eventually snap and kill you.
“Two against.” Spy held two papers up and placed them on the table.
Three votes against killing you. It was a tie.
One more, you kept thinking. One more vote, and the chaos would tear the enemy apart from within.
Spy unfolded another paper. “Against killing,” he read out loud. As he was fishing for another paper from the bucket, you felt Medic’s hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you down.
“Down,” he warned.
You were standing up. You hadn’t even noticed. Slowly, you lowered yourself back to your knees to sit on the floor.
“In favor of killing,” Spy said.
This couldn’t be real.
You couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. Four against four. This meant everything. There were more people against having you here than you had thought. More people who could ruin Medic’s plans.
Two more votes left.
If it ended up being a tie, this meeting could be the result of the end of their team.
Spy unfolded the next paper more slowly. He knew the truth too. His teammates were going to turn against one another if it ended up as a tie. His face was unreadable as he spoke. “Against killing.”
One more vote.
You were biting the inside of your cheek, watching Spy’s every move. He picked up the last piece of paper from the bucket and opened it. The cigarette between his lips dropped a piece of ash down as he read the last piece out. “Another against.”
There was a collective sound of movement around the table. They had all been unmoving and waiting for the result until now. With the tension gone, everyone was a bit more relaxed.
Four against six.
You weren’t going to be killed.
Yet, the end result didn’t matter anymore.
Now, the truth was out. Four people were against having you here. That meant everything.
Four of them wanted this to end.
There was still some hope.
~~~
The sunlight was warming your skin as you sat on one of the steps by the back entrance. Your leash was tied to the railing next to you.
You had forgotten how important the sun was. It was something you had taken for granted. You only noticed how good it made you feel after being locked up inside for so long against your will.
Although you had been outside yesterday, it had been during a mentally exhausting time. Now, after a meeting that restored some of your hope, you were able to enjoy the sunlight. At least for a while, until Sniper came to get you for his reservation.
It was taking a bit too long. You weren’t complaining but you were curious about what they were doing.
Medic had brought you here quickly after the voting. They were probably discussing the results or taking another vote upon Medic’s request. He didn’t seem satisfied with the votes, hence why you weren’t even there to witness his fury.
They were probably arguing amongst themselves. This could count as a victory.
Smiling, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The sun was shining down your face, bringing more than warmth. Happiness? Could the sun bring happiness?
When you put your hand on your arm to gently rub the skin, you touched the hot metal around your wrist. Staring down at the metal bracelet, you quickly returned to basking in the sun.
The bracelet was something Medic had given you today. If you pressed the hidden button on the side, he would be alerted. It was supposed to be for your protection but you were smart enough to know that it was there to give you a false sense of security. Medic wouldn’t come to save you if you were being raped by one of his teammates and he knew that you wouldn’t press the button if someone tried to kill you.
You froze as your mind reminded you of yesterday when Sniper could have killed you but you fought back to stay alive.
What was it that you really wanted?
Why wouldn’t you let him kill you?
Had Medic wired your brain to fear death?
No, the fear you felt was primal. Before being taken as a prisoner, you had the comfort of knowing that you would respawn if you died. Every time you put a bullet in your brain in the past, it was because you knew that you would respawn. It was a newfound way of harming yourself back then, instead of sex and alcohol, when things got out of your control. Now, there was nothing you could control.
You were weak.
Their Skirmisher was weaker.
…
Medic hadn’t spoken to you about yesterday. You were ready to replace the BLU Skirmisher, even if it meant fighting your own team. Did he doubt you? You had thought that he trusted you.
ARGH! It was all so frustrating and you couldn’t even talk to Medic. If you didn’t play along with being a dog, then he would change his mind. You had to keep it up but for how long? Couldn’t you just die? You had the chance… You just didn’t take it.
You were a useless idiot. Coward.
You clearly would rather live as a fucking dog. When did you become so miserable?
…
The sound of the door opening made you glance over your shoulder.
“What kind of mongrel leaves a poor little pup on the curb?” Sniper asked with a smile as he lit a cigarette before sitting down next to you.
You ignored him and returned to face the sun with closed eyes.
It was peaceful and quiet as long as you didn’t overthink your situation.
He would inhale from his cigarette and exhale softly every once in a while but the sound was too faint compared to the sound of the wind. Funny enough, you could imagine yourself at the beach like this. Although the smell of the sea wasn’t present in the air, the sun and the sandy ground beneath your feet were close enough to the real thing for you to imagine the rest. The sound of the waves crashing, the smell of salt on your skin and the taste of something sweet on your tongue. Was it watermelon? Or soft ice-cream?
“Let’s go,” he sighed, getting up and untying your leash from the railing.
You weren’t even allowed a moment to dream. Biting the inside of your cheek, you tasted blood on your tongue. Stomach cramping from hunger, you stood up to walk instead of crawling.
He didn’t tell you to get down on your hands and knees. He didn’t say anything at all while he led you to his camper.
The walk was short but the ground was hotter than you expected. You were walking in quick steps until you reached the shade cast by his vehicle. He opened the door after letting go of your leash and you hesitated before going inside. Entering an enclosed space with Sniper could be dangerous. You could imagine the state of his living space too. There could be a decomposing corpse in there for all you knew. It had to be in worse condition than your teammate’s van.
Another clue to what the interior looked like was the outdoor furniture he had. The folding chair next to the camper was covered in cigarette burns and the table had an ashtray that was full to the brim. You were going to be suffocated in there from the cigarette stench and the possible corpse waiting for you inside.
He must have noticed your hesitation, so he spoke. “Do you want to know the truth or not?”
The truth was more important. While everything was going in your favor, you needed more information that could give you the upper hand.
You stepped inside and froze.
There were plant pots in every corner. Some were blooming with flowers and the rest were an impossible green. The small counter was clean, and the couch-bed was neatly prepared with decorative pillows. The table next to the couch had a vase with flowers in it.
“Does it look like what you remember?” he asked, his hand flicking the bell you had on the shock collar. The jingle sound was accompanied by a satisfied sigh coming from him as you felt him lift some of your hair to his face.
You were too focused on the flowers to give him any attention. With each step closer to the table, goosebumps erupted on your skin one by one.
How did he know?
No, it was a coincidence. Or he asked the BLU Skirmisher. You two were the same after all. One of those two options.
You turned to look at him with wide eyes, unable to stop the shaking.
“Your favorite,” he said with a restrained look on his face.
Get a hold of yourself. This was nothing but another tactic to get you to lose your sanity. The creepy fuck had been stalking you for so long. You endured everything he did to you so far. You could also endure him pretending to treat you like he knew you.
“Or are they not your favorite flowers anymore?” he asked.
You bit your tongue, refusing to show any emotion. He was standing awfully close and looking down at you. This had to be a power play. You weren’t going to let him have control. “I’m not here to talk about flowers,” you replied. “You made a promise to tell me the truth.”
“Did I?” He tilted his head while pouting. “I don’t remember,” he said, his eyes slowly tracing down to your lips and moving even lower as he pressed his lips together to suppress a smile. “Could you help me freshen my memory?”
He was insufferable. What did you expect by trusting him anyway?
“We made a deal,” you reminded. You were clenching your jaw too hard, the pain was hitting your teeth. Wait. Did you feel one of them wobble just now? You weren’t eating enough, your teeth could fall out! That made you stop clenching your jaw instantly. “You said you’d tell me the truth. I gave you what you wanted, so now it’s your turn.”
He raised his gaze back to your face. “The truth is worth more than a half-done fuck.”
He didn’t know anything. He was playing with you. Fucking asshole.
“The deal is off unless you start giving me information.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you took a step back to put some distance between the two of you.
“And why would I care?” he scoffed. “What’s in it for me?”
Your blood was boiling in rage and there was nothing you could do. You were weak and helpless. You didn’t have a single advantage to use against him. Fuck. It hurt to admit. It hurt to be in this situation. Why couldn’t you have let him kill you before? He would have done it but you had to go and ruin it. Fuck. Did you really believe you could leave this place? You were so stubborn and so stupid. How could you trust him? How? Why? Fuck. FUCK!
You had nothing to offer and he knew that.
There was one last thing you could try but could you really stoop that low?
Well, you had no choice.
“I’m going to die in this place,” you said and saying it out loud made it feel real.
You were going to die here and none of your team members would know. Your existence meant nothing. All of this torture meant nothing. It was simply a momentary pleasure. Once Medic was satisfied with his experiment, you would be killed.
If you were lucky, this entire thing would be written in a document hidden somewhere and sometime in the future, someone would find the truth about what happened to you. But realistically, you would probably only continue to exist in their sick fantasies late at night.
“I don’t want to die without knowing why this is happening to me.” You hated yourself for having to do this. “Please,” you added, almost desperately.
Unlike what you expected, his brows furrowed instead of laughing at your helplessness. So, he was capable of feeling bad for you. “I can’t give you the truth,” he replied with a sigh. “It’s just what I know.”
“Whatever it is,” you started and tried not to let your excitement show on your face before speaking again, “Just tell me.”
“Sit.” He led you to the couch.
Grabbing one of the decorative pillows, you placed it in your lap to cover your naked body to some extent before you sat.
Sniper sat on the opposite end while facing you, with one foot on the seat cushion. Placing his arm along the backrest, he looked at your face for a long moment. Was he searching for something specific? Even if he was, he wouldn’t find anything.
“So?”
“I don’t know where to start.” He tilted his head, his gaze still on your face as he reached into the pocket of his vest to pull out a familiar looking chunk of hair. It had to be yours. “It was some time ago when the REDs took (name),” he finally spoke, twisting the braided strand of hair between his fingers. “It wasn’t the first time that it had happened but it was the last time.” He glanced down at the hair in his hand, fidgeting with it. He seemed unsure about speaking. “She was tortured for twenty-six days. We were unable to retrieve her ourselves. The REDs dropped her off here one day.” His hand balled up into a tight fist around the hair strand. “I was the one who found her walking aimlessly outside,” he said, looking up to meet your eyes. “She wasn't herself anymore. She was stripped of everything that made her (name).”
“What happened to her?” you asked despite knowing he might not be telling the truth.
“I don’t know,” he responded. “Medic and Engineer might be the only ones who know. They spent weeks trying to undo what happened to her. In the end, she was never able to return to who she once was. The rest of us never learned what kind of torture that she endured or how to help her heal.”
Did Engineer tell you the truth before? About her torture?
No.
Your teammates wouldn’t do any of that.
You couldn’t afford to believe the enemy. You had to remember that they would do and say anything to make you lose every piece of what made you human.
“When we had our first on field combat mission, it was about two months after her return. I think that was also the time when you became the biggest concern for us. You were everything Skirmisher wasn’t and you were what they took from us.” He returned to playing with the strand of hair in his hand. He went quiet.
You sat in silence, waiting for him to speak again.
He decidedly spoke after a long sigh. “We had a meeting then, talking about our options. Most of the team wanted to take you prisoner and torture you the same way the REDs did as payback. Medic agreed but he believed it wouldn’t be enough. He suggested something else. He wanted to take you out of the equation for good and the possible alternatives. Like forcing you to consider extermination by isolating you from your team or creating enough chaos in your team to turn them against you. Supposedly, none of them were enough. The one Medic deemed perfect was to outsmart the system and to replace you forcefully with a copy of our Skirmisher. He took it up with the Administrator and apparently, since he wasn’t breaking any company rules whatsoever, she let us proceed with the plan.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “He would outsmart the respawn by killing and bringing back Skirmisher and the respawned copy would be molded to be the exact copy of you. Then we would replace you with her and remove you from the system.”
You knew about this but was it really fully true?
“You replaced me with one of yours, how is that fair to my team?” you asked. “She’s still helping you, isn’t she?”
“No,” he replied. “She’s one of the REDs now. In the upcoming mission, if we come across her, she’ll let us know if her new teammates have accepted her as their own but that’s it. She’s not one of us anymore. She’s a RED.”
The thought of her wearing your clothes in your base and spending time with your teammates was like poison. It seeped deep into your bones. Although there was nothing you could do, you wished you could enter your base and rip her throat off with your teeth. You were unable to even imagine how satisfying it would feel.
“Won’t my team be able to tell that it’s not me?” Helpless, you were asking the enemy if their plan could fail. Just how weak were you?
Holding the piece of hair up, he spoke. “I gave every single detail of your body to Medic so he’d create a perfect replica.”
You knew so far that he was taking your corpses from the battlefield to Medic but what significance did that piece of hair have?
“How?”
“Our private time on the battlefield wasn’t just for fun,” he replied. “I knew every part of your body from top," he paused, showing you the hair in his hand again, “To bottom.”
BLU Skirmisher had much longer hair than you. Did he take your hair to figure out how much to cut to make her identical to you? That had to be it. You didn’t have to ask more to figure out how he knew everything about your body anyway. There was no reason to talk about the past sexual assaults you endured with the man who caused them as if it were a casual conversation.
Staring blankly at Sniper’s hand, a realization hit you as he was playing with the detached hair between his fingers. “Why would she willingly go to become part of my team?” It didn’t make sense. If she was tortured to the point of losing herself and the Skirmisher you observed here was begging to never be sent there, why would the replacement want to leave? They had to have the same memory. Wouldn’t she refuse to work with the men who destroyed her?
He stopped playing with the hair and you looked up at his face to find him smiling. “That’s what I don’t understand either.”
“Medic must’ve done something to desensitize her,” you muttered and caught a glimpse of the sunlight pouring in from the small window. The vision of the trees was almost as palpable as the birdsong in your head. “Hypnosis?”
“How should I know?” he replied with a shrug. “He doesn’t bother telling us anything. You might have a better chance of learning the truth from Engineer. The rest of us are only his pawns in his plan.”
“Why Engineer?” you dared to ask. Was he a genius? Yes. But you couldn’t count a memorable moment you might have had with him on the battlefield. Was he fueled by hatred or something else?
“He was the one who built every piece of machinery the company uses and he’s the only one who can outsmart them.”
You wrapped your arms tighter around the pillow, pressing it against you harder. “What about Spy?” you asked. There had been a lot of talk about his time with the REDs. He had successfully infiltrated your base but you didn’t know exactly what he did. “What was his role in the plan?”
He leaned back to sit up straighter and sighed as if he were bored. “He was given the task to infiltrate the RED base to collect information and to cause turmoil.”
“And?” you said. “What did he do there?”
Smirking, he gave a dismissive answer. “Conspiracy.”
“Be more specific,” you replied.
“I told you, I don’t know the details. We’ve only been told about how you came onto him when he was disguising himself.”
What?
“Who was he disguising himself as?” you asked and hated how his smirk got wider.
“So the rumors are true if you can’t even pinpoint who he could’ve disguised himself as,” he said. “You were sleeping with them all.”
“Just answer the question,” you snapped.
“Probably as the RED Spy since he was disturbed by what he witnessed.” He couldn’t stop smiling.
“Why, because I’m not like her?” You hated how jealous you sounded.
He cackled at your reaction. “Unlike your Spy, he has a healthier relationship with our Skirmisher.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Were they going steady? No, that wasn’t possible. She was worse than you. She was sleeping around with others. While sober! That was much worse because you weren’t sober during sex. You weren’t to blame, alcohol was! Spy would never accept someone who consciously slept around with others. He wanted an obedient-
You stopped yourself. Why were you even defending him in this? Was the invisible leash he put on you so tight that you couldn’t dare to see him for what he was?
“She’s like a daughter to him,” he said and got up from the couch, leaving you to sit with your thoughts.
“A daughter?” you echoed. It came out like a question because you just couldn’t believe it. It was deeply wrong but you didn’t have an explanation as to why. Spy as a father figure. You disliked the idea. You had been endlessly trying to get your Spy’s attention since forever and doing your best to make him proud. He had noticed you and given you the affection you wanted. That was what you wanted from him.
So, why were you heartbroken? Were you grieving the relationship you could have had?
You sat in silence, jealousy coursing through your blood.
“Is there anything else you want to ask?” Sniper brought you back to the moment, you looked at him to find him busy opening and closing his cabinets.
Was it too late to ask him to kill you? Despite the urge, you didn’t ask.
The truth you were given hadn’t been enough. No. Who were you kidding? It just hadn’t been satisfying. There was no real explanation for why this was happening to you at all. That was the answer you were given. No real reason or logic. You were being tortured for being too good at your job. So what? You were better than your counterpart. It did make sense if they were torturing you as payback for what happened to Skirmisher but did you truly deserve all of it?
“I thought you’d have more questions,” he said, closing another cabinet door.
“I can’t think of anything right now,” you whispered. Perhaps Medic or Engineer could tell you something you wanted to hear. Though you wouldn’t risk talking to Medic anymore, you could try your luck by acting the way he liked. A dog.
Your skin was crawling. You could have been free but you were too stubborn to die. Scared to die, you corrected yourself.
Coward.
He returned to sit on his previous spot on the couch with a book in his hand. Placing the book on the table, he leaned back with an expectant look on his face. “Then you got what you wanted. Let’s finish where we left off last night.”
“What’s with the book?” you asked, trying to ignore what he said but plainly, he wasn’t going to let you change the subject since he was taking off his vest.
He brushed it off with a simple, “Just a journal.” Uncertain if he was being serious or not, you stared at the book with a leather cover. Did it belong to him?
As he was undoing his pants, you reached for the book. He didn’t stop you when you opened it or flipped through the pages. It was a journal and from what you could see, it really did belong to him. Nicely written cursive became erratic and the arrangement of the pages grew disorganized with each page turn. Halfway into the book, you found a pressed flower. The exact same one was sitting in the vase on the table. There was a short sentence in the middle of the page. It was different from the rest of his handwriting.
Beneath the tender sunlight, I’m the first flower to bloom in spring with your devotion.
Taking the book from your hands, he snapped it shut.
“I’m not done,” you said, releasing the pillow you were pressing against your body, you instead tried reaching for the book he held.
Sniper had his hand on your shoulder to keep you back. “You can get it back next time you’re here,” he replied as he forced the book between the couch cushions behind him to keep it from you. Returning his attention to you, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you down on your back. “I don’t have much time left on my reservation.”
You tried struggling but you were far too weak. Maybe you should have eaten those mystery meat bowls they kept trying to feed you.
Letting go of your wrists, he placed one hand on the back of your knee to spread your legs and with the other, he pushed his underwear down to release his hardening cock. You looked between your bodies involuntarily, watching as he wrapped a hand around his stiff length to guide it to your cunt.
You winced when you felt his cock intruding and he chuckled at that. Before you were able to tell him off, he slammed into you. His entire length was buried deep inside you. You could feel him throb against your walls as he stilled to not cum so soon.
His dark eyes carried an emotion you didn’t recognize and it made you hate this position even more. You didn’t want to see him and you didn’t want him to look at you. This kind of position was reserved for someone you loved, not for him. But you knew that he wouldn’t let you roll over. All you could do was turn your head away and choose to look elsewhere so you wouldn’t have to see his face.
Leaning down, he planted his hand on the seat cushion next to your head. Now, his arm was in your vision and you could feel his breath on your neck. His grip on the back of your knee tightened as he rolled his hips forward hastily.
Your body moved against the cushions from the force of his thrusts while his mouth sloppily sucked on your breast. The sweaty palm of his hand burned your skin like you were being branded. The pain of being stretched by his girth wouldn’t register anymore. Your skin was on fire and your mind was starting to slip.
What did you do to deserve any of this?
“You’re sucking me in like a bitch in heat,” he breathed in between thrusts. When his hand moved away from your leg, you felt his touch remain there like a stubborn stain. Something that wouldn’t wash off even after vigorous scrubbing. “Don’t just lie there.”
You used to have autonomy. It was such a distant memory to remember. You were able to choose when to sleep, eat and shower. You could even walk on your legs like a normal person.
He grabbed your face, forcing you to face him. “(name),” he whispered, begging. His pupils had dilated so much that he looked inhumane. His thrusts stopped as he clumsily pressed his lips against yours, kissing you sloppily. Warm, wet and disgusting. He tasted cigarettes and coffee. You rarely kissed anyone. Something that was reserved for someone special was yet again being forcibly taken from you. Before you could try to turn away, he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you right where he wanted.
You thought about biting him. You did.
Why didn’t you?
Was it your choice or was it something Medic planted into your poor brain?
You couldn’t tell anymore as he continued thrusting into your cunt and kissing you. His taste filled a void you didn’t know existed.
Shame.
Did you even deserve to feel shame at this point?
You held onto a small string of hope that you did. You were still human. Only animals didn’t feel shame.
Deep within your veins, the blood continued surging and your heart kept pumping like normal but strange enough, you weren’t there to feel any of it anymore. You were watching it happen from a safe corner on the wall. It wasn’t you who was under him. It wasn’t even human anymore.
I'm not sure of you're still into jjk or even take requests (PLEASE UNSEE THIS IF YOU DON'T IM SO SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOU<3) but would you maybe consider a jogo degradation fic🫣 Idk I feel fondly for that disgusting short king lately
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warnings for the whole fic: non-con, forced puppy play, manipulation, gaslighting, power imbalance, human experimentation, lobotomy, suicide attempt, humiliation, blood and gore, guro, alcoholism, self-harm, sexual assault, kidnapping, vomiting, death, dismemberment, murder, animal gore, animal death, diapers, piss, waterboarding, shock collars, drugging, hypnotism, cage sex, blood drinking, knife play, body horror, necrophilia, human vivisection, cannibalism
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The bandages on the tips of your fingers were bleeding through. It wasn’t a problem, Medic was going to change them later. The problem was just how desperately you were bringing your fingers into your mouth to taste the blood. When you weren’t able to get enough to taste, you started biting the inside of your cheek. The gummy flesh caught between your molars was easily torn apart, tasty blood and bits of your flesh filled your mouth. The pain was nonexistent. You weren’t sure if it was due to the meds you were forcibly given or your weak body. You chewed slowly, savoring every bit.
Staring at the stinky meat in the bowl, you contemplated whether it was worth it.
Was it worth trying to subdue your hunger by gnawing at yourself instead of eating the smelly mystery meat?
Were you that hungry?
When did you get so hungry?
The best explanation your brain could come up with was the modified medi-gun they used on you. What did accelerated healing even mean? Did it also accelerate every other function of your body? You had lost a lot of your muscle in such a short time, and your body had grown weak in a matter of days. On top of it all, you weren’t having any withdrawals despite being forced to stop drinking alcohol so suddenly. This fact was enough to prove your theory right, at least you believed it was enough. Another set of questions followed. How was this affecting your internal organs, like your brain, heart, and stomach? Was this a part of their plan? Weakening you inside and out so you would submit to them?
You didn’t know the answer to any of these questions. Though Medic would likely answer them if you asked him.
Why would you ask him?
He was the enemy.
Your brain wasn’t functioning normally.
You can trust him.
The words kept echoing in your head, and you had to shake your head to successfully get rid of them.
You were in the workshop, sitting in a corner with a bowl of water and meat in front of you. Pyro had taken you to the workshop shortly after Medic had interrupted him back in the office. He left you with Engineer who paid little to no mind to you as he worked on a machine.
There were a few blood trails where Pyro walked. You weren’t able to reach those since your leash was tied up to the radiator, but if you could go any closer, you were scared that you would lick the blood off the floor.
Brushing off those thoughts, you tried to think of something else. Something to make you forget about your hunger and something that could make you feel normal.
What would normal (name) do?
The question made you smile because you didn’t know the answer. Back there with Pyro, your old self would have fought him. Your old self would sink her teeth into his throat and find a way to escape the base. You knew yourself the best and you believed violence solved most of the problems. Especially in this line of work. So, why didn’t you attack him then?
Was it because of what happened yesterday?
You partially remembered the sounds of nature. Hypnosis. Medic had used that term. This was the only answer you had for not being able to use the knife Pyro gave you to kill yourself. He was already in control of you. How long before you lost everything that made you (name)?
Though he wasn’t fully in control of everything, was he? His own teammates were going against him. You hadn’t been there to witness what happened at the end of the meeting but you could imagine that there were some lines that were drawn. There were the people who didn’t stick to their plan and presumably were against having you here and there were those who wanted to see you suffer more than anything.
This was a great advantage. You could use this. If you used one of these people who went against Medic, you could get them to kill you, since you couldn’t do it yourself. The obvious candidates were Skirmisher and Spy for now. She was jealous to have you here and Spy was doing things to please her…
Skirmisher wouldn’t do it but Spy was already doubting Medic. If you went to him and asked him to kill you, he would do it to please Skirmisher.
Even in this situation, jealousy was bubbling inside you right away at the thought.
So, you focused your attention to Engineer. He was tinkering with the same machine with his back against you.
“Wouldn’t killing me be easier?” you asked, watching his reaction.
He paused momentarily and glanced over his shoulder, “What would be the fun in that?”
“Your team is falling apart,” you replied. That made the smile on his face disappear. Was it true? From his reaction, it had to be.
“We spent a long time preparing for this,” he said, returning to his machine. “Some things are bound not to go as planned.”
“Like one of you raping me in secret?” you scoffed. How long had it been happening? How long had you been here? You were baffled that they had deemed it was fine to rape you as long as they put down a reservation for their time. How absurd was that? You couldn’t help but scoff again.
“Medic and I did put that into account,” he sighed, putting his hand on his knee for leverage as he stood up. “It’s inevitable when you have a woman as a prisoner.”
So, now you were being acknowledged as a woman. How great!
“My team wouldn’t have treated your Skirmisher like this,” you snapped and noticed that you were pulling at the leash too much. Your neck was hurting. You moved closer to the radiator he had tied your leash on.
He shook his head with a chuckle, “Are you sure?”
“They’re not like you.” You glared at him, angry that he would even consider your team to do anything like what they were doing to you to her.
Engineer smiled pitifully. “We’re not as cruel.” He put his hands on his toolbelt as he stepped closer. Quickly untying your leash, he crouched to pat your head. “My advice is that you don’t bring this up too much. You may discover something you won’t like.”
“Like what?” you snapped, shoving his hand away. “What can be worse than being treated like a dog?”
He slid his goggles up to his forehead. “You’re lucky. Be grateful.”
“Be grateful for what?” you spat. The anger you felt wasn’t strong enough to overcome this veil they had put over you. It wasn’t enough to break through whatever medicine you were forcibly given.
“It could be much worse,” he said. His gaze on you had some weight. He studied your face like he was determining if you could handle whatever he was hiding. “We could’ve done it like those REDs,” he began, his voice stiff. “Gotten a few dogs and trained them to do the job. It’d be fitting too, for a damn dog like you.”
Speechless, you barely got to process what he said before he stood up and yanked at your leash, the impact made you fall. You barely caught yourself above the water bowl before you felt the weight of his boot on the back of your head.
“Stop,” you shrieked abruptly, trying to maneuver away but he was keeping you in place with the leash tightly wrapped around his hand. He started putting his weight onto his foot on your head and you were struggling to hold yourself up. Your hands on the floor were stable but your arms were trembling. How weak had you gotten that you couldn’t hold your position?
“C’mon, doggy, I know you’re thirsty,” he cackled and stepped harder. “This is nothing compared to what your team did to Mish.” Your arms gave in and you dropped to the floor with your face in the water bowl. You hadn’t gotten the chance to take a breath before being shoved into the bowl, in a panic, you ended up inhaling and getting water into your nose. Coughing made it worse, you were unable to control where the water you were involuntarily swallowing ended up.
Engineer was putting almost his entire weight on the back of your head now. Struggling harder, you got a grip on his boot with your hands but it wasn’t enough to push him off. With your quick thinking, you placed your hands on the water bowl and shoved it away from yourself. It ended up being more painful than you expected, with the weight on your head, the bowl felt like a punch against your face as you showed it. As soon as it was gone from under you, your face smashed on the floor. Your nose was crushed under Engineer’s weight and you felt your teeth throb in pain. You weren’t sure if you hit them on the floor or if the pain from your nose was spreading down.
He finally moved away while you were coughing up the water you swallowed. The relief was short-lived as you heard the sound of a drill before you felt it pierce through your skin on your arm and hit the bone in the same second. Your body jolted in pain.
You screamed in agony as he kept drilling into your bone. “Please, please, please… PLEASE!”
“What’re you begging for?” he asked with a chuckle and the drill suddenly went fully through your arm. Then, he pulled the drill out by force, you felt every bit as the drill bit tugged at your flesh, muscles and grazed against the bone it had pierced. You didn’t stop screaming until it was fully out. “Whew,” you heard him say and glanced at what he was admiring. You saw bits of flesh on the blood covered drill bit. “We’re late for lunch,” he said. “Let’s go.”
There was no way you could crawl like this.
He must have thought the opposite because he was pulling you by the leash, forcing you to crawl.
Your right arm was throbbing in pain, and you couldn’t put your weight on it either. Luckily, you could put most of your weight onto your legs and use your left arm for balance as you crawled. Medic would heal you soon.
Even then, you didn’t think you could eat after what Engineer said. What did he mean? Idiot, you knew what he meant! It was just hard to believe. This was one of those psychological torture talks. They were trying to break you down by making you doubt yourself and your team. You had to stay strong. The BLUs would do anything to destroy every bit of your identity.
Were you going to let them?
They had already stripped you naked, made you walk on all fours and even put a leash on you. These things were nothing. You refused to dwell on them. You had to keep moving forward. Humiliation was nothing compared to the death of who you were. All of the things they were trying so hard to use against you were nothing to you. Your body would heal in time. They could torture you however they wanted but you would heal one way or another. The pain was temporary. It brought the question of whether you could overcome the psychological torture. Could you?
At the end of this torture was a certain death. That was if they were telling the truth. Though if they were lying, the psychological damage they did to you would remain once you respawned. Either way, if your mind broke, there was nothing that could fix it. For that reason, you had to stay strong.
Wheezing as you breathe, you noticed how you could barely smell anything other than blood. You wanted to stop crawling to check your nose. Was it bleeding? Broken?
Engineer pulled you by the leash and you were forced to continue moving.
Attempting to fix the issue, you blew out the air you inhaled through your nose with all your strength and felt warm blood trickle down to your mouth and chin. Now you could breathe better.
You licked your lips to not waste the blood, it could help subdue your hunger even just a tiny bit. You kept licking until your stomach convulsed at the smell of food when you entered the dining hall. Bread? It had to be bread…
When did bread smell so good?
Your mouth was watering at the imaginary taste. The blood on your tongue was now tasting of soft, fluffy bread. You chewed without noticing and caught your cheek between your teeth. You tried resisting. If you bit the inside of your cheeks too much, you could do something much worse in the future. You knew hunger was something you could overcome to a certain point. No matter how much you refused to eat the unappetizing food in your bowl, it was inevitable that you would in the future. Still, you wanted to hold out for as long as you could.
Medic was sitting at the table with a distant look on his face, and on the floor next to his chair was the same raw meat they kept trying to feed you.
Engineer approached Medic, handing your leash to him after a greeting. Medic’s gaze lingered on your bleeding arm only for a moment before he asked Engineer if the repairs were going well. The two continued talking while you stared at the raw meat in your bowl.
Since when was it your bowl?
Fuck.
You were so hungry. Your body was losing more muscle every day and it was affecting your brain. If you didn’t eat, you were allowing them to break you.
“It was a match,” Medic whispered. That got your attention. What was he talking about?
“Well, would you look at that?” Engineer sighed in disappointment, taking a seat next to Medic. “Are you sure, doc?”
“Despite our limitations, his blood type is a match. It’s difficult for me to observe the genetic structure with our provided equipment,” Medic replied and covered his face with a hand. He dragged it down and spoke in a low tone. “I’ve already compared the rest of the team’s blood samples. Sniper and Pyro weren’t a match despite what we suspected.”
Wait.
Wait. Were they talking about who was assaulting you?
“What’re we gonna do?” Engineer asked. “How will you punish him?”
He shrugged, “I was hoping it would be Sniper but Scout? I didn’t expect him. If (name) learns what he did, she’ll be beyond jealous. I don’t think we can handle a controversy like this at the moment. Especially before a mission.”
“I agree,” Engineer whispered. He leaned closer to speak. “I can keep an extra eye on him.”
“He won’t do it again,” Medic said dismissively. “I don’t believe he’ll risk it after he learned the consequences. He’s not stupid enough to make the same mistake again if he knows he’s been caught.”
“So, should we act like this never happened?”
Medic didn’t answer right away. “It’s for the best. His punishment will come later.”
It was like they were presenting this information to you on a golden plate. Did they assume that you weren’t a threat anymore? Because you could use this. If they were going to keep this to themselves, then you could blackmail Scout. Or reveal this to Skirmisher. The more unstable she was, the frailer the BLUs were. You could definitely tear them apart from the inside.
There was still hope.
You had to wait until the right moment. You just needed a moment alone with Scout or Skirmisher.
“Aah,” you heard Medic gasp and he stood up, his chair scratching against the floor. “You’re bleeding too much,” he said, dropping his napkin over the small pool of blood under your right hand. The white napkin soaked up your blood almost instantly, and the color red was slowly spreading and covering every side of the cloth. Your mouth was watering at the waste of blood. If you could wring the soaked up blood on the napkin into your mouth, maybe it would help with hunger.
“I can wash the pup,” Sniper replied from somewhere in the dining room. You didn’t know he was here. “I was done with my food anyway.”
You glanced up at Medic, begging silently. You didn’t want to be near Sniper. You wanted to be healed and sleep. You were sick of the torture already. Whatever meds you were given were wearing off, you were becoming alert and feeling pain more and more. They had to know this.
“I need it back in an hour,” Medic said. Did you really think he would show mercy to you? How could you beg for him to show Mercy? What were you expecting? What had happened to you? “Bring it to my lab when you’re done.”
You watched blankly as Sniper came into your vision and Medic handed him your leash before returning to his seat.
Sniper pulled your leash, making kissy noises, “Come, girl.”
Glancing at Medic, you saw that he wasn’t paying any attention to you. He was talking to Engineer like you meant nothing.
If you resisted going with Sniper, would they punish you?
Did you want to risk it?
You awkwardly started crawling toward the exit, where Sniper was leading you. “Good doggy,” he praised with a smile. “Let’s clean you up.”
You were struggling to crawl down the corridor. Your arm was sizzling in pain. Couldn’t they heal you first?
That was when Sniper took a turn. He wasn’t heading toward the communal showers. Was he going to heal you or patch you up somehow?
When he took another turn, you realized he was heading out of the base. Did he not know you would get shocked?
You stopped crawling. “I’m not going out,” you said. “I’ll get shocked.”
He chuckled at that, “It’s fine.” He tugged on your leash to get you to move again. “It’s within the limits.”
Wait. You remembered something like that. Was he leading you to his camper? You would end up getting assaulted if he cornered you in there. Would you be able to fight back? What if Medic’s hypnosis involved making you unable to fight back?
“Where are we going?” you asked as you got closer to the exit door. You couldn’t hide the unsure tone in your voice.
“Just outside,” he replied, pushing the door open.
The bright sun blinded you as you crawled outside. The soft breeze and the warm sunlight were kissing your skin, you inhaled the smell of dusty concrete and exhaled softly. Your eyes adjusted slowly to the sun and you saw that Sniper had dropped your leash and gone ahead. He was holding a garden hose with running water spilling out of its mouth. He aimed the mouth at a large, stained bathtub.
You stared ahead. His camper was a few meters away and their watchtower was further away from that. There was nothing else. The rest was just the desert that surrounded their base like yours.
A whistle grabbed your attention. You turned to look at Sniper, who was gesturing for you to come closer.
You crawled weakly toward him as he was rolling his sleeves further up after leaving the hose in the tub. You still couldn’t put your right hand down, you had to let it hover over the ground as you proceeded. The sun was hitting directly where the stained tub was, it was comfortably hot. The concrete ground was hard on your skin, and rocks and cracks were scraping your knees as you got closer to him.
“Look at you, limping like an actual pup,” he chuckled. “Did Engineer do that to you?”
You assumed he was asking about the arm and mumbled out a response, “Yeah.”
He crouched as you approached him and reached to pet your head. “We’ll go and bandage that up later.”
Was he being nice, or was he pretending?
“Get in,” he said.
You stared up at him and then at the half filled bathtub. It looked absolutely disgusting. It was broken on one edge and it was covered in brownish stains. You couldn’t tell if they were dried blood stains or something much worse.
“Where did this come from?” you asked.
“Medic,” he replied, moving his hand over your hair. “He has one lying around in the lab for experiments. He threw this one out when it broke.”
“I meant the stains,” you said. “I’d rather wash off here anyway.”
He hummed in thought, “Blood, I believe but it’ll be fine. It’s your blood anyway.”
“Mine?” you scoffed. Did he mean Skirmisher’s?
Sniper let go of your hair and smiled as he stood up. “I’d gather a corpse or two of yours after a battle for Medic,” he said casually, folding his arms over his chest. “Now, get in.”
“Why?” So even your dead bodies weren’t allowed to rest. What did they use them for? Experiments? Research?
He shrugged, “He enjoys figuring out what makes you tick. He might be attracted to the dead more than the living.”
The mental image of Medic tenderly handling your corpse flashed before your eyes. You stared at the dark stains on the tub as if they could paint a picture of what happened. “It sounds more like you,” you shot back as you tried to ignore your own imagination of what that looked like. Sniper choosing and collecting a body of yours that hadn’t been damaged too much for himself instead of taking it to the incinerator. Dragging it into his camper and peeling off the clothes.
Your eyes were unblinking as you tried reading his mind. Was he fucking with you, or was he telling you something closer to the truth?
He didn’t give you an answer and went to turn off the faucet.
The bathtub was full and the water wasn’t clear.
If you resisted, it would only take longer and the quicker you got this done, the quicker you could return to Medic. He was a safe option among all of the others. Maybe he would let you rest. A nap sounded so good right now. Or was it because you had a concussion of some sort? Should you be sleeping anytime soon?
Your stomach sank when you heard his belt unbuckling. Turning to look at him, you saw him getting undressed. “Get in,” he instructed. He was holding the familiar remote in his hand. “I’ll wash you.”
You should have known that it would come to this.
Standing on your feet, you stepped into the dirty tub one foot at a time. The water wasn’t too cold but the water had a nasty brownish hue. Under your feet, the bottom was textured, you guessed that they were rocks. Still, the disgust was overwhelming your senses. You placed your hand on the bleeding wound and attempted to bring yourself back with the throbbing pain. That brought another question. How long until you bled out?
“Sit down,” he said, taking off his shirt.
“No,” you replied, standing in the tub. The water was reaching just below your knees. “I’m not getting in any further than this.”
He pulled his shirt off above his head, and his messy hair slowly fell to cover his forehead. “Are you scared of getting wet? What are you, a cat?” he mockingly asked. Throwing his shirt on the concrete ground next to his pants, he stood next to the tub in his underwear with a noticeable bulge in the front. He chuckled to himself, “Actually, now that I think of it. You're more like a cat than a dog. What do you think?”
His words were bleeding through the memories of your Sniper. The resemblance was something you wanted to ignore, just as you had been ignoring how similar the BLUs were to your teammates. They had no right to tarnish your memories of them.
“No,” you replied firmly without thinking. You were hoping he wouldn’t continue.
“So, you’re a dog?” he teased. He took a step closer and stepped out of his shoes before getting in the tub himself. He stood in front of you, the remote was still in his hand.
“I’m not a dog,” you replied, your head was spinning from the blood loss. He should have patched you up before bringing you here. “I’m a woman.”
That made him pause with a smile as his gaze dropped to your body. You wrapped your arm tighter around your chest to try to cover up. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down, “Sit.”
You opened your mouth to tell him off, but you lost your balance. Taken aback, he didn’t have time to catch you either. You ended up in the water face first and swallowed some of the dirty water despite your liking. Coughing and retching in disgust, you grabbed onto the edge of the tub for balance. Everything was too overwhelming, shame, disgust, and frustration were taking over you. You wanted to die. “Just kill me,” you whined, almost tearing up.
Grabbing you by the hair, Sniper pushed your head under the water. You began struggling immediately as the dirty water touched your face. Using your hands, you tried to hold yourself up. When that didn’t work, you grabbed his wrist to get him to release your hair. Unmoving, he held you in place as the water started invading your mouth and nose. Panic was making things worse, you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.
Just then, he pulled you up. “Hold still,” he said into your ear, rolling his hips forward. You finally noticed the warm cock against your ass.
“Wait!” Greedily sucking in air, you let out a wheezing cough before you were able to speak again. “Stop…”
“Stop?” He pulled at your hair harder. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he spoke, “You need to make up your mind. Do you want to die or not?”
He was right. Didn’t you want to die? Why were you begging for him to stop?
You shook your head, coughing and wheezing to breathe. “I don’t know,” you said weakly. “I can’t die here. Not like this.”
“Do you have a preference on how you’d rather die?” he asked. His cock was throbbing against your cunt.
His relentless humping was making it harder to think. You didn’t want to die in a dirty tub with him while he was having his way with you and possibly violating your corpse too. You didn’t want to die without getting the chance to destroy the BLUs. You didn’t want to die while your team had a fake among them, pretending to be you.
“I’ll do anything you want,” you whispered, ignoring his free hand trailing over your breasts. He groped the supple flesh at your words, a soft groan escaping his lips. “If you help me sabotage your team.”
“That’s a hefty request,” he replied, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Intriguing.” He pressed himself harder against you, the tip of his cock was one thrust away from penetrating your cunt. “Anything?”
“Anything.” Your voice broke as he pushed his entire length inside of you.
“We may have a deal.” Releasing your hair, he pushed you down until your back was arched. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and he leaned forward until his lips could plant a kiss on your shoulder. He took a sharp inhale as he humped your cunt in deep thrusts. “I saw him,” he started, a smile was tangible in his breathy voice. “I saw him grab you like this,” he said, emphasizing his words by grabbing your hips harder, “Your flesh was more fragile, it easily tore apart. You slipped through his hands and your head whacked at the edge of the tub. It broke just as you did.”
Your breath caught in your throat, and he continued thrusting inside you mercilessly. You wanted to know if what he was talking about was a lie but the broken tub was enough to give you a definitive answer. It was better not to know what he meant.
His fingers dug into your skin. “He threw the tub away without even removing you. I would come here to watch the maggots squirm under your skin while having my coffee. It was fun seeing them eating their way out.” His cock throbbed at the words. Pressing his mouth on your ear, he whispered his next words, “In the heat, you started to stink from the maggots before your corpse melted into the tub.”
The nausea came upon you in an instant. You tried to push him off while you hurled uncontrollably. Bile rose to your mouth and spilled out into the water beneath you. Blood loss was making you dizzy and vomiting had made it worse. You tried struggling free. You needed to get out of here. Disgust made your stomach churn, you didn’t care what happened anymore. You had to leave the tub.
“It was a joke.” Sniper sighed as he covered your mouth with a hand, thrusting harder into you.
You didn’t believe it was a joke.
You fought back harder and he finally released you. Crawling out of the broken bathtub, you threw yourself on the dusty concrete ground. You watched the wall while taking deep breaths. Your stomach churned again but you had nothing to throw up in there. Your body spasmed with each gag.
Between the gagging and heaving, you gathered enough strength to drag your body toward the back entrance door. The hard concrete beneath scratched and cut your skin but it would be nothing once you got to Medic. He could heal you.
Maybe you could ask for food as a consolation.
Walking into your view, Sniper opened the door for you. He was fully clothed now but his clothes had soaked up most of the moisture from his skin. He looked like he had been standing under a pouring rain. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said.
Ignoring him, you continued crawling and went through the door. He didn’t follow you inside and you tiredly dragged yourself. Although your destination was Medic’s lab or office, you barely made it a few meters away before your arms gave out.
Flopping on the cold tile, you took deep breaths. In between those breaths, you found yourself calling out to Medic before passing out.
~~~
Bright lights blinded you as you opened your eyes. You were in Medic’s lab.
You didn’t know how you got there but you were feeling better.
“But he said he’s protecting me.” It was Skirmisher.
“Which one of us is the medic?” Medic’s voice made you perk up. “I’m qualified to decide what’s best for you. He isn’t.”
He was chatting with Skirmisher somewhere. You could hear them. Rolling over on the floor, the first thing you noticed was that something was attached to your arm. An IV? You couldn’t focus on it too long as your eyes quickly searched for Medic when his laughter filled your ears. He was sitting on a stool with his back toward you.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s too much sometimes. I don’t know what to think or do. I’m scared that you’re lying to me about what happened.”
“I lie to you because I want to protect you,” he replied. “The truth is something only I can handle. You don’t need to know everything to live.”
What were they talking about?
You stayed still to listen.
“I can’t,” she choked up. “I want to be exterminated if you won’t tell me the truth. I can’t live like this. I need to know.”
“If you knew, you’d want to be exterminated too,” he said calmly. “You need to take your meds and let me decide for you. I’m doing what’s best for you before I do what’s best for us.”
“Is that the truth or a lie?” she asked.
“There’s some truth in every lie.”
“That’s what a liar would say,” she scoffed.
“Or a doctor,” he joked. “You should trust your doctor.”
It was quiet for a moment, and you held your breath, thinking they had noticed you were listening to them. That didn’t seem the case, Skirmisher spoke after a long pause. “I trust you,” she started. “But you don’t trust me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I’m never included in the meetings,” she said. You had noticed her absence in the meeting since your capture and how Medic didn’t want her to be informed about the things happening. But you thought it was happening recently because she was against having you in their base.
Medic grabbed something from the tray next to his stool. It was a syringe. “We should start before it’s too late,” he said.
“I thought I proved my loyalty,” she whispered. “Didn’t I?”
He didn’t give a reply.
Their conversation seemed to be done and you didn’t know what he was going to do to her. Grabbing the pole with wheels next to you to not rip whatever was connected to your arm, you moved closer. Your legs were a bit weak to crawl but you weren’t covered in blood anymore, nor was your drilled arm sizzling in pain. He had cleaned you up and healed you. Though you couldn’t move your arm freely, it jolted in pain if you raised it too high.
The wheels made a squeaky noise and Medic swiveled around in his stool. “You’re awake,” he acknowledged before turning back. “Come,” he ordered.
As you got closer, you could see that Skirmisher was lying on a gurney. Medic was in full lab gear with a mask, gloves and an apron.
“You can stand up,” he said after glancing down at you.
You were curious about what he was doing.
“I don’t want her here,” Skirmisher replied. “I don’t want her to look at me and I don’t want to see her.”
You froze, you didn’t want to move.
“Stand up,” Medic instructed.
“She doesn’t want me to,” you whispered.
“Stand up,” he repeated. “She has to accept that you have the right to be here.”
You slowly stood up, holding onto the pole for balance. In front of you was Skirmisher on the gurney, her naked body on full display. Her chest had deep scars going from both sides above her chest and meeting in the middle before going down to her belly. It was a healed dissection scar. She was fighting tears as you looked at her.
Medic placed the instruments on the tray next to you with graceful movements. Each instrument was treated with utmost care. He put them next to each other with a trained organization, you wondered if each gap between them or even which instrument goes where was planned before.
“What are you going to do?” you asked. Skirmisher hadn’t moved at all. Was she drugged? Was he going to operate on her?
He put his hand on Skirmisher’s stomach and traced over the scar up to her chest. “I’ll cut her open.”
“Why?”
He tilted his head while looking at Skirmisher. “Torture.”
You saw the tears flow down her cheeks. “Is that why she has those scars?” you asked, pointing at the prominent scar on her torso.
“No,” he answered. “That was when I brought her back. We updated her respawn data that day, which is why she’ll always have these scars as a reminder.”
You remembered him saying something like that. So, was it true? Did he kill her and bring her back after another one of her respawns? How could she be confused as to which one she was if she had the scars to prove that she was the original? Or was it something else she was worried about?
“That day,” you started. “Was there a backup plan if anything went wrong?” You looked at him. “What if I were able to escape or respawn before you could replace me?”
He sighed audibly, “We would bring you back by force.” His hand tracing over her scar returned to his side. “If I had to be honest, those details weren’t too important. I was stressed about the fact that you or any of the REDs managed to kill the replacement. She wasn’t connected to any respawn systems like you are right now. If she died, we’d fail and wouldn’t be able to try again unless (name) requested an extermination.”
“Because of the scars,” you mumbled. Then they would have gotten an exact copy of you. Wait. Pyro had gotten exterminated but he didn’t look like your Pyro. Was there a complication to the extermination you weren’t aware of? Was that why Medic chose to cheat the respawn system for his plan?
“Precisely,” he replied as he stood up from his stool and moved it to the side using his foot. “You can sit on that if you’d like.”
You wanted to stand for this. For someone who thought they were much better than you to be tortured by their own teammate, you wanted to see it up close. You wanted her to see you enjoy it. “I’ll stand,” you said. “Is she going to feel what you’re doing?”
Medic glanced at you, his eyes were squinting as if he was smiling. “She’ll feel everything,” he explained. “Would you like to join?”
Was he being serious?
He stepped away from the gurney, gesturing for you to come closer. “Don’t be shy.”
Hesitantly, you approached him and stood where he was standing before. Skirmisher’s eyes were glossy with tears, you couldn’t help but smile.
He pulled the tray closer and grabbed a scalpel. “You can help me with the incision. Hold this,” he instructed as he placed the scalpel in your hand. Your fingers were unable to fully grasp the instrument. Standing behind you, he put his hand over yours to hold the scalpel. He placed his other hand on your side to pull you closer. “Now,” he started, guiding you to the middle of her chest. “If it were you,” he said, moving his free hand to press his gloved finger on your chest. “We could make the incision right down the middle,” he said, tracing his finger down to your stomach. “But with her scarring, we can’t. We’ll be a little off-center.”
You were nodding but you weren’t sure if you understood anything. You were too focused on Skirmisher’s eyes, which were overflowing with tears. “Can’t she talk?”
“She can’t. Just like when you were in the cage. She’ll be awake and somewhat alert.” He placed his hand on your back to lead you forward. “Now, pay attention,” he said and you felt his hand over yours applying pressure. The scalpel made contact with the skin, piercing through the skin as if it were nothing. Quickly, he made you drag the scalpel down, cutting through the skin like butter. Blood started oozing out along the deep cut as he lifted the scalpel. “Excuse me,” he said and moved away from you after putting the instrument back on the tray. “I’ll get the medi-gun to keep her vital organs functioning manually. Or we’ll have to intubate her like we did with you.”
With the heat of his body gone from behind you, your focus shifted back to Skirmisher’s face. She didn’t have any emotions showing on her face but her eyes were full of tears. She was looking at you with the very familiar hatred that had to be boiling in her blood. “I hate you too,” you said, grabbing the edge of the gurney in frustration.
Medic put his hand on your shoulder to turn you around. “You’ll get a headache from crying,” he said and brought his other hand up to your face.
You didn’t know you were crying. Why were you crying? Did you feel bad about her?
He wiped away your tears and gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t feel well.”
You were unsure why he was behaving like this. Was he hoping to drop your guard by acting as if he cared about you?
“I want to watch,” you replied and noticed the whirring of the medi-gun behind him. It was aimed at her, healing her slower than normal. Another modification? Perhaps specifically for torture? Or surgery? He said it would force her organs to continue functioning.
“Great,” he said, returning to the tray with the instruments. “I could use some company.”
You watched him pick up the scalpel again and proceed to make two incisions from her shoulders, meeting them in the middle.
“If she could, she’d squeal like a pig from the pain,” he chuckled.
It was true, you could see how her tears kept flowing. All she could do was to cry. You forgot why she was being punished. Was it for not taking her medicine? Or was it to serve as a warning for others and perhaps you, for going against Medic?
He was handling her like she was cattle. Cutting her flesh without any hesitation. Her blood splattered on his apron and face as he cut deeper but he didn’t pay any mind. He didn’t ask for your participation until her organs were exposed.
“Would you like to see what you look like from the inside?” he asked, pulling down his mask. “It’s quite beautiful.”
You stepped closer, staring at her open abdomen. Her ribcage was forced open and her organs were moving. You assumed it was normal for them to squirm like they were doing now because you didn’t know. They were red too. Was it from the bleeding, or were they always so red?
“This is your heart,” he said, pointing at the organ fused with machinery. It was beating so fast, pumping the blood that had nowhere to go. She should have died by now but he was keeping her alive with the medi-gun. Forcing her heart to pump so you could see her in pain.
Wasn’t he torturing her for some other reason, though?
“You can pick some of them out if you’d like,” he sighed. His shoulders rose as he took a deep breath. “With the way she’s behaving, she’s no use to me.”
“I can be of use,” you replied, looking at him. “I can replace her.”
He had a smile on his lips as his eyes flicked back on her. At that moment, the only sound in the room came from the whirring of the medi-gun.
Frozen, your eyes locked into her heart. You could kill her now. She would respawn but you held the power to decide when she could die.
“You had a relationship with the RED Spy,” he said suddenly, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Why are you bringing this up?” you asked.
“So it’s true,” he said.
“Why does it matter?” you snapped and for a reason you didn’t know, you told him the truth. Perhaps it hurt and you wanted to talk about it with someone, or you were going insane. Whichever it was, you couldn’t stop yourself. “We were never together anyway. He said he did it to keep me under control.”
He paused momentarily. Maybe he felt bad for you. You were so pitiful. You let your obsession take over you. How weak were you? Why were you telling the enemy about this?
“How did it start?”
His question made you look at him. His eyes were on you, alert and waiting impatiently for your answer. Was this something they could use against you? Something they could feed to your replacement? You decided not to answer him.
As if he realized you weren’t going to talk, he made a guess, “You were following him around and invading his space to get his attention.”
You tried to keep a straight face. He probably knew because they had been studying you for too long. Perhaps, he made a good guess. That was it.
“What makes you think you can replace her?” he asked.
Returning your gaze to Skirmisher on the gurney, you spoke again. “She’s not a weapon but I am. I can replace her.”
“You’re not a weapon,” he replied. He was testing you. “You’re a dog.”
You gritted your teeth but didn’t let him get under your skin. “A loyal dog,” you said. “Let me replace her.”
“Dogs don’t talk,” he smiled. “They take orders.”
Silence.
When you stayed quiet, it amused him. He walked around the gurney to stand behind you. With his blood stained gloved hand, he pulled your hair away from your face and ear. His mouth was pressed right next to your ear as he whispered in a tone she couldn’t hear. “Eat her heart like a good dog.”
You glanced down at her, watching the panic in her eyes. Her heart was beating faster in her open chest. You were starving. It was possible to do it. It didn’t look appetizing in the slightest but you were used to the taste of your own blood by now. It was pleasant. It would be pleasant. You could stomach it.
While reaching your hand forward, you noticed your fingernails had regrown back, which would make things easier. Your hand reached inside her open chest. It was a weird sensation. The warmth of her insides was radiating enough heat for you to feel it on your skin. Your fingers touched the organ first, and the gummy flesh pulsated against your fingertips. Wrapping your hand around the heart, you felt it beat in your hand. Above your thumb was the mechanical attachment, it was warm to the touch and some muscle tissue had grown over it. Something that didn’t belong in her body had been accepted like it had always been a part of her. You grabbed the still-beating heart and tried to tear it out of her chest. You felt something pop, it was dislocated from its previous place but it wasn’t fully out of her chest. You needed to cut it out.
A dog couldn’t use tools.
You leaned over her chest, placing your other hand on the gurney for leverage as you brought your open mouth to her heart. It was throbbing in your hand and when your teeth sank into it. It was so soft, a velvety texture between your teeth as it continued pulsating. You bit harder, putting all the force you had in your jaw into the bite. Blood spurted into your mouth and down your neck. The organ between your teeth fluttered like a bird in a cat’s mouth. You bit harder and moved your mouth away to tear the chunk off. It wasn’t enough. Closing your fingers around the heart, you pulled it away from your mouth as you ground the muscle between your teeth.
Finally managing to tear it off, you had a small chunk of her heart in your mouth now. You chewed without hesitation. Despite the chewing, it didn’t get smaller. You had no choice but to swallow. The blood and raw muscle traveled down your throat, and you felt it move down your chest. Your own heart was beating like it could stop at any moment.
You went for another bite and another until the organ didn’t move anymore.
A hand landed on your head. Turning your head, you met Medic’s proud face. He petted your head gently, “Good dog.”
~~~
Medic was wiping the blood off your mouth and neck with gentle movements. His eyes were following his own hands, dipping the soft towel in warm water and bringing it up to your chest to clean the rest of the blood.
You had helped him throw Skirmisher’s body in the incinerator moments earlier, after he removed the fluid drip attached to you. He made a joke about how she probably had run to Spy to complain about what happened as soon as she hit respawn. You hadn’t laughed, not when you could still taste her heart on your tongue. The lingering taste made you think you could never forget it. This would stay on your tongue forever, the feeling of her fluttering heart in your mouth and the taste of her fear.
You looked at Medic. He was smiling, he hadn’t stopped smiling since you ate her heart.
You wanted to talk. Ask him if you could replace her. Yet, you had a bad feeling about it. You were scared that it would take you back to the beginning if you spoke. The game he was playing had rules that he didn’t care to explain. If only you could read his mind, you wouldn’t feel so anxious. Even then, you wouldn’t be able to make sense of his thoughts, you guessed. His thoughts could be in another language or encrypted to make sure no one ever could decode them.
He brought the warm towel up and wiped your lips. You met his gaze as his smile grew wider. He used his free hand to push your hair out of your face. “Blood looks good on you,” he said simply and continued wiping your lips.
Once cleaned, he took you to the dining room. He made you sit on the floor next to his chair and placed the same smelly food in front of you. The rotten smell wasn’t enough to make you vomit but you still pushed the bowl further away from yourself. You weren’t too hungry anyway.
Medic returned to his chair with a plate after getting food for himself. You looked around the room. There were a few people around but it was so quiet. Nobody was talking. You could only hear Medic’s cutlery moving against his plate.
The knife ground against the plate, over and over again, until he was done with his meal.
“What did you do?” Spy spoke abruptly as he rushed inside the room. You watched him stomp closer. “I asked you a question!” he raised his voice, glaring at Medic.
Medic’s chair squeaked as he stood up. You didn’t know what you were expecting but he placed his finished plate in front of you. “You earned a treat,” he whispered, ignoring Spy.
The plate in front of you had some leftovers from mashed potatoes and juices from some meat and sauce. You couldn’t believe yourself as your body moved before you could think. You started licking the plate to get a taste of normal food.
“Did you tell her that the enemy would take her place?” Spy demanded an answer.
“What happens between my patients and me is confidential,” Medic replied as you sloppily licked the potatoes.
“You’re impossible!”
You hadn’t noticed your tears rolling down your cheeks until your nose started to get runny. Potatoes. Did they ever taste so good? You decidedly licked the sauce with the potatoes when a kick landed on your side.
Coughing up the food you had yet to swallow, you fell on the floor while holding your stomach. Above you were Spy. “All because of you!” he shouted as he landed another kick on you.
Medic stood there with brows furrowed. He almost looked angry at you instead of him.
Spy pulled his leg back to kick you again. You grabbed onto his leg and bit him with the entire strength of your jaw. Yelling in pain, he tried to shake you off but you had your arms wrapped around his leg, chomping on his leg through his pants. He started hitting you on your head with balled up fists. You bit harder.
“Enough,” Medic said, grabbing his arm. He looked down at you with a faint smirk on his lips. “Release.”
You opened your mouth in an instant, pulling your arms away from Spy’s leg. He limped backward while Medic held him for support. Then he pulled his arm free from Medic. “Do you see what you’ve done?” he asked. “Why would you do this to our team?”
“You’ll thank me for this one day,” Medic replied.
“Thank you for what?” Spy pointed a finger at you, scoffing. “For this?” He quickly patted his pockets as if he was looking for something before pulling out the familiar device. “I’ll end it here.”
You braced for the pain as he pressed the button.
Nothing happened.
Was it malfunctioning?
You could hear the mechanical clicks as Spy kept pressing the button.
The pain never came.
“You’re not yourself,” Medic said in disappointment. “You’re letting Skirmisher manipulate you.”
You looked at Spy and saw him throw the device on the floor. “You don’t trust me,” he spoke through his teeth.
“Trust should be mutual,” Medic said, stepping closer to you. “You’ve been doubting me and I’ve been doubting you. We’ll work on this.”
“You’re protecting the enemy and torturing one of ours,” Spy said.
“Only one of them has been turning us against each other,” Medic replied.
Spy clenched his jaw. “We’ll have a meeting and take a vote.” He took staggering steps toward the door. “I won’t let you destroy us,” he said before he left.
You didn’t know if he was talking about you or Medic.
“Could you take it to the cage and lock the door?” Medic asked abruptly. “I need to prepare.”
“Sure,” you heard Sniper reply.
You looked up at Medic, wordlessly begging him not to leave you with him. “I’ll check on you later,” he promised.
Sniper took your leash from the floor and pulled. “That was a nice show,” he said as he led you to the door. “I heard you went feral and ate the poor little Mish.”
You glanced back to watch Medic pick up the plate you hadn’t finished licking. Would you get another chance to taste normal food again so soon?
“Did it taste good?” he asked and you remembered he meant her heart.
You decided not to talk to him at all.
He must have gotten the hint because he was quiet for the rest of the time as he walked you to the hidden office. He didn’t bother turning on the lights and detached your leash. “Get in,” he instructed.
You crawled closer to the open cage and noticed how cramped it was. Most of the time you had been in the cage, you had been drugged and it was the first time you were walking into it on your own. While on all fours, the cage was cramped, you needed to flop to your side and find a comfortable position to sleep before he closed the cage door.
Sniper slammed the cage door shut.
Now, you had less space to find a good position.
“You said anything I want, right?” he started. “And this isn’t a one time deal?”
Having an enemy on your side was important. You kept reminding yourself.
“That’s the deal,” you replied. “Yeah.”
“What do I have to do?” he asked.
The thing you needed the most right now was information. Their plan. How everything was executed and why the Skirmisher was the way she was. The truth. All of it.
“I want you to tell me everything first. Every detail of the plan and I only want the truth.”
“We don’t have enough time for that now, nor is this the place to tell you anything,” he chuckled. “I have reserved you for tomorrow. I’ll take you to my camper where we can have some privacy.”
Did you trust him?
Trust should be mutual.
“Okay,” you whispered. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’d like you to do something for me right now,” he said and you heard his belt unbuckling. “Put your doggy cunt against the cage for me.”
You wanted to mumble out a no but you knew what you were getting into when you offered him the deal. If not right now, he would do this tomorrow. Did you want the truth?
Slowly, you arched your back, pressing your ass against the cage.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised. You could hear him getting on his knees and grabbing the cage for balance. “Can you bark like a dog too?”
“In your dreams,” you hissed.
He let out a soft chuckle and you felt his finger move along your folds. “Did they ever figure out who was coming here?”
You knew the answer but it was a good trump card. You had to keep it to yourself for now. “Isn’t it you?” you snapped without thinking.
Sniper laughed at that, “Do you want it to be me?” He slipped his finger inside, letting his digit thrust in and out slowly. You could feel his breath against your cunt. “I think you do,” he whispered as he pulled his finger out of you. The tip of his cock replaced his finger as he slowly inserted his length inside your cunt through the bars of the cage. Groaning in pleasure, he pulled his hips away before thrusting back full force. The impact rattled the cage walls.
Something started boiling in your tummy. Hot enough to reach your face and between your legs. You believed it was shame or something akin to anger until Sniper slammed into your pussy again and you felt your pussy sucking him in. With blushed cheeks and a new form of shame blooming deep inside, you bit your hand to suppress the whimpers that threatened to come out of your mouth with each thrust.
Sniper’s cock was dragging along your fleshy walls just right and despite everything, your body was aroused by the warm cock frantically penetrating your cunt.
“Bark like a dog,” he breathed, pulling himself out and pushing in slowly. “Bark for me, doggy.”
You stayed quiet as he picked up his pace.
“You’re no fun.”
He thrust into your cunt like an animal in heat, putting his weight into them and making the cage’s walls rattle louder. Your body moved on its own and you thrust backward to suck more of his cock into your greedy cunt.
You heard him inhale sharply before he let out a raspy groan at your walls pulsating around him. He was close, maybe one thrust away, you could feel his cock throb. Then, a sudden shock wave of electricity shot through your nerves, incapacitating you and Sniper, who was still inside you. The tip of his cock coercively spurted thick ropes of cum inside from the voltage.
When the shockwaves finally stopped and you fell limp against the bottom of the cage. You felt Sniper’s cock slide out of you in a squelching pop before you heard someone stomp closer angrily. Medic was shouting at Sniper to get out while your swollen pussy squeezed around nothing.
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