Wait, so what would happen if we tried to run from the harpies?
They wouldn't kill you, contrary to what you thought. Cir'es is the more stoic of the two harpies, and I can see him trying to reason with you to return back to the nest before Ary'nos returns. Ary'nos is a bit more sensitive of the two and delusional, so he would assume you fell out and got lost looking for the way back (unlike Cir'es who is aware you were trying to run away). Due to this, Ary'nos would simply pluck you from the ground and return you back to the nest.
Here's a little drabble about Cir'es's reaction!
Parental Yandere Harpies x GN reader
Summary: a vacation gone wrong quickly leaves you in the clutches of harpies convinced you’re in desperate need of their attention.
Masterlist here.
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Your feet move briskly along the messy bed of the jungle floor, making sure to avoid the roots jutting out of the ground like clawed hands. You were doing it. You were actually running away.
Home. It felt like such a strange word now. A life outside of the small nest deep in the small cave, but you couldn't just stay with them forever, could you? You had a life, however dull it felt at times, and it was at least expected of you to try to run away.
You buried the inkling of guilt that bloomed in your chest. It was silly to feel bad over, but you wished you could at least say goodbye. Leaving after the time you shared together…. It felt bitter.
Suddenly, Cir'es dropped down in front of you, wings flared behind him. He doesn't grab you, like you thought he would, simply staring at you with that calculated gleam in his eyes. Then, he holds a clawed hand out for you, offering you the choice to take it.
He clicks, chiding you when you don't, then speaks in the language you've been slowly learning, "Come now, little one. Before Ary'nos finds the nest empty." Your jaw clenches and you shake your head stubbornly. Cir'es sighs, disappointed, "You are coming either way, Y/N. Come now or I'll drag you." His eyes narrow, "Don't make me drag you, Y/N."
You hold your breath, staring back at him for what felt like an eternity, almost challenging the validity of his threat. Then, you step forward and take his hand.
He pushes your hair back with a hand, pecking your forehead in praise. Then with one giant swish of his wings, you begin flying back to the nest.
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Taglist: @caffeineaddicty
Maybe I'll write a small piece of Ary'nos's reaction! idk yet
Chapter summary: Oh you're going to get out Y/N but for how long? This little game isn't going to end well.
cw: nsfw. More dubcon, use of weapons, yandere vibes, manipulation and more use of sedation potions. No one dies.
Approx 3.2k words. Cross posted on A03 under the same username
Y/N...Y/N......Y/N!
You wake with a jolt and your heart rate an erratic thrum in your chest. Your eyes find almost nothing familiar in the darkened room yet they dart back and forth and strain to see.
You thought you'd wake up to find Bagul thrusting over you. Violating your sleep because you couldn't resist him.
But no. It's dark in the room and Bagul is deeply asleep, curved around you. When you finally get a grasp on the situation and the fog of sleep starts clearing you notice that you are able to move. The potion has worn off.
Shifting your legs causes you to notice you're absolutely sticky with a ropey gooey mess of cum between your legs and ass crack as if you'd been riding a snail-taur naked. It all comes crashing back into your mind with haze and also clarity. The way you felt being violated. The desire to get revenge. The will to escape. Your heart is beating fast for a different reason now. You lay for a few more minutes trying not to roll over and attempt to strangle the orc with his own hair. Your mind races through the options.
You try not to wake Bagul as you slip out of bed and find your clothes nearby. Luckily you also notice the potion bottle still sitting out and you grab it before turning to the en suite bathroom.
"Babe?" Bagul's sleepy voice rings out but you don't turn around
"I need to pee" you answer and force your frozen limbs to start moving. Your heart is hammering practically into the bones of your chest, reverberating. You hope he cannot hear how loudly it pounds now that he startled you with his deep rumble of a voice.
"Don't try to leave. The woods aren't safe. Come back soon." His words are a low command but he doesn't move to stop you. You look back and nearly melt with relief when you find him not watching you.
Scurrying out into the bathroom and locking the door gives you and even better sense of control. You pour the potion into the toilet feeling glee at ruining his plans. Magic like that wasn't cheap. Controlling others was not advisable or truly legal so buying spells hexes and the like for that purpose is costly.
You further defile it by throwing in the tissue you use to clean most of the mess covering your puffy pussy. Composing yourself you go over the plan in your head keeping focus. Get out, hide, wait.
You stride out of the bathroom clutching the empty bottle and Bagul's eye flutter open. The soft smile he has for you falters when he see you're dressed and you toss the bottle into his face. It clinks against a tusk.
"You impotent, pathetic fucking ghoul. You can't get pussy any other way huh? Rapists like you need to be locked up." You sneer at him
"What the fuck!" the anger in his voice follows you as you dash through the cabin and out into the surrounding trees. You hear him crashing around in the cabin and he exits with a furious roar.
"Y/N! You can't do this!"
You have mere moments to make a decision. In the darkness you do find inspiration. You can conjure some shadows and some invisibility to evade him. Otherwise he will find you before the night is over.
There!
A tree with a few low branches to help you get further up into the night dark canopy. You nestle close to the bark and foliage and recite a cantrip for evasion. The shadows wrap around you. It seems like the air around you stills. Not even the leaves rustle. Bagul comes charging through the area. Once, twice he comes close to the tree looking panicked and wild-eyed.
You hold your breath until you feel like to might pass out and fall out of your hiding spot. You're curled in the little crook of the tree honestly ready to weep from all of the fear and adrenaline. It is overwhelming. Tears start rolling down your cheek and you press you hands tight against your mouth trying to hold back sobs.
You have no idea how to get out of this really. Bagul is unpredictable and large. If you decide to use a weapon on him it could go very badly for you. But you also aren't sure you can just talk him into taking you back now.
This is such a fucking nightmare.
As you cry your mind seems to rewind the past 36 hours. You catch on better to his lies, you even suspect your phone is actually in his possession. You almost groan at this obvious trap. But you don't blame yourself. Bagul is ruthless and sneaky. You wipe away tears gaining resolve. But then you crumple in on yourself remembering the amount of times he's violated your body. You have a few priorities if you can escape him. Ensuring he goes to the reeducation camps and downing a fortnight's worth of plan b.
Isn't that the most wild thing? A creature so focused on breeding and satisfying his loneliness has chosen me as his little obsession. I had really assumed he'd get over me if I kept treating him like an annoying wasp.
Turns out his sting is utterly toxic
The orc doesn't give up his shouting or threats or searching for a long time. At one point you can hear him screaming and you can see him punch a few young trees splintering the bark while walks back towards the cabin.
Your body starts to cramp because you refuse to move a muscle. You silently catalogue the possible weapons in the cabin and ways to evade him once inside. If he locks you inside things will get more complicated. You attempt to ease your stiff muscles until you hear his motorcycle start up.
Is going to try and track me down or...? Your mind races. No he's probably going to check the roads and see if I'm trying to get a ride back to town.
The machine roars off. And with good timing too. There's a clear morning light in the sky that wont be held back much longer and your spell wont hide you well without the darkness. After a few tense minutes you climb down and run back to the cabin. Assuming you have nearly a half hour until he gets back you rush into the kitchen for the most obvious weapons, the knives.
You push the chair over to the counter so that you can reach the cabinets and drawers better and there you see your phone.
Fuck yes! You feel a huge sense of relief as you reach for it. Charged and everything. That fucking creep had definitely swiped it, so why was it here now? You hesitate a bit and decide what to do. You scroll through your apps then gasp sharply. There's a parental monitoring app installed. You recognize the icon from the inane commercials advertising the "safety mechanism" for parents who wanted absolute control. Grade A surveillance. Bagul would know nearly every swipe you made on your device.
You hiss a curse. Thanking your ability for perception which had you backing up your phone regularly, you quickly write down Kalani's number just in case, and your father's, then reset the phone, clearing the data.
Immediately you call Kalani and burst into tears when they pick up.
"I'mathisfuckingcabinhetrappedmeherenadIneedyoutocomegetme" You babble.
"Whoa, where are you?"
You hold back a fit of hyperventilation.
"I'm here. Bagul's fucking cabin. He told everyone the wrong dates and HE KIDNAPPED ME, Kay"
Kalani is on immediate alert. "Call the cops."
"I don't want to do that" you say quickly. "Please come get me, Kay. It's terrible. I know it's way early..."
"Ok tell me what you want me to do" says Kalani the sleepiness leaves their voice entirely.
You walk around the cabin hiding a few weapons in bedroom and common area as you explain things to Kalani. You need your best friend. Dealing with skeptical or sexist cops when Bagul could be so charming doesn't sit right in your stomach. Telling her father about this was also an awkward option. You want to be in control of this and minimize your chances of failure until you can close a different kind of trap around Bagul.
You express your furious emotions and cold-hearted desire to have him taken to be reeducated by the shadow forces that operated the countryside. In this part of the country their laws were absolute and usually not bothersome. But you had to have the cops petition them for you and the cops were just useless. Their investigative methods often caused shadow forces to deploy general morality surveys and public punishments for indecency. If she could prove a case against him he would be sent to a mysterious place and return with a more considerate outlook of his community role. Though the shadow forces and police bungled and were sometimes apathetic punishments were brutal and on point.
"Dragon shit" you curse out. You had climbed on the counter to see if there was anything else useful and discovered two more potion bottles. You get cold and clammy considering how much of it Bagul had. You snap a picture and send it to Kalani.
They gap over the phone. Fresh tears blur your vision but so does blind consuming compulsive fury.
"Look I'm going to pack my things and put them outside under the sidecar in the drive way. When you get here grab my shit and beep once. If he comes out do not get stuck coming into the house. Just nod at whatever he says and go get the cops from the nearby town."
"Ok" Kalani's voice is low and serious. "Take more pictures if you can and record him." You move quickly stuffing your belongings in your bag.
"You're on your way right?"
"Yeah give me 45 minutes maybe an hour. I'm coming to get you Y/N. I'll make sure you get out of there."
You hang up and feel like crying again. You imagine Bagul will be riding back up tot e cabin at any moment and you haven't even figured out your next move.
How can I stay sane and safe until Kalani gets here?
But the minutes tick on and the morning brightens even farther without his return. You nervously empty the potion bottles and refill them with the wine they resemble. You gather up the one from the bedroom as potential evidence. You pray to the gods that you will find a good opportunity to make his life a living hell before your escaped.
While stashing your things outside you imagine scenarios that will cause him the most pain and suffering. When he doesn't come back immediately after that you decide to eat. Some of your resolve and blood-lust are coming out now that the fear has drained away a little.
You boldly grab a beer, even though alcohol isn't the best idea right now. When you take your self outside to wait for your confrontation with Bagul you notice the wood cutting axe. You feel inspired again.
You heft a log of wood onto an old stump and get a good swing at it with the axe, imagining it's Bagul's head. Then you imagine it's his balls.
Or maybe he should be dickless! you growl under your breath as you attack another piece of wood.
Getting worked up helps you process some of the deep angry energy pulsing in your gut. But was other of your swings splits wood with a CRRACK, the sound of a motorcycle drifts to your ears.
Bagul is back. As he comes closer down the dirt driveway you see he has provisions tied to the bike and you inwardly cringe. He does plan to keep you here. You need a way to escape.
He notices you, hurriedly gets off his bike and stalks up to you with a snarl. You swing the axe down neatly splitting some wood which causes him to stop his advance. He has a calculating look in his eyes as he stars you down.
"You know" you address him nonchalantly and gulp down some beer. "You're the most pathetic loser I've ever met. And you think drugging a girl who doesn't want you is the way to start out a happily ever after?"
He smirks and spread his arms before him, shrugging. His voice is oily and crude "Your pussy milked me all night Y/N so you must want me a little."
You struggle to come to terms with the feelings you experienced, you probably always will. But you can't have him manipulating the facts and the effects of the potion. You frown and put down the beer.
He changes his tone . "Look Y/N we can talk about this like adults, ok? Just come inside. Help me bring this stuff inside?" He gestures at the bike.
"I got more food to show you I love you and I forgive you. You're mine and I can't live without you"
He steps closer using his persuasive voice like a shield. He's close enough to grab you. You swing the axe at him and he takes a step back.
Pointing the axe up at his face you scoff
"You just want a doll. A fuck sleeve. But all you deserve is hand pussy. I'm giving you the chance to take me back right now you weirdo. Get it through your brain that you're going to be celibate for life!"
He growls, you can see him losing patience just as you feel yourself losing yours.
"I really don't give a fuck what you think because it's like, so unimportant. You're mine. If I have to lock you in this fucking cabin I will' he snarls.
He stalks forward again and you take a swing with the axe like you'd been practicing earlier and the drunken force of the swing catching him in the face with the sharp blade. You mis-calculate your swing. The momentum carries through the and the blade embeds in the chopping stump. Bagul doesn't waste any movement. He grabs you up and swings you over his shoulder. He retrieves the supplies from his bike as well then hauls you into the cabin while you struggle and scream against him.
He drops you on the big couch with the bags and wrapped packages then he turns back to the door and with a the tinkle of keys and the lock scraping into place He locks you inside and you scream demanding him to take you back home again.
"Bagul! Take me home!" but your tantrum is stunted as he turns to you.
He's transformed. His orc features twisted in obsessive rage and incredulity. The cut across his cheek drips blood but he seems not to notice.
"You know, you should be grateful that I even decided to take interest in a freak like you." You reel back at the change in subject.
"You walk around acting like no one is good enough for you, like you're above feelings." He says "I did what they can't, I opened you up to feeling, to experiencing love and you should be fucking kissing the ground I walk on." Bagul beats his chest in emphasis.
"You can't even take care of yourself. That shitty fucking barista job? You're better than that Babe. You deserve to be spoiled and I can do that. No one is going to walk in there an sweep you off your feet Y/N. I'm it and you're treating me like..."
"I don't want to be swept off my feet. Did you ever consider I like being single? You don't know me like you think you do."
"Ugh! That," He punctuates the word with a sharp jab of his hand. "that's not normal!"
"All that aromantic, gender stuff is so mentally ill I wish you would fucking drop the act!" Bagul throws back angrily but also in a superior tone as if you're just being a brat instead of living with yourself comfortably.
"That's mentally ill?" you question, barely able to comprehend his twisted logic. "You're the one who thinks I'm some sort of purity mcguffin!"
Bagul seems to notice the blood cooling on his face finally and he turns towards the kitchen. You keep an eye on the keys but he takes them along.
"But this is totally not a mentally ill way to handle your desires!" You yell and throw your hands up. Talking isn't going to work at all. Now you need to figure out how to get out of this cabin.
The orc glares at you from where he stands over the kitchen sink rinsing his wound. He doesn't say anything just presses a cloth to his face and reaches into the cabinet. He brings one of the vials over and pops the cork
You scramble away. "WTF get away from me!"
Bagul drops the cloth and use his now free hand to press you into the sofa while forcing the liquid past your lips. You pray you can put on a good enough performance of a limp body.
"I just need you to shut the fuck up for right now, Sweetie. Ok?" He grunts as he stands and walks away.
"You'd think I'm beating you instead of dicking you down with this good orc pipe" He mummers resentfully.
You are once again shocked by his train of thought, Y/N.
What in the male logic was that?
You remain utterly still as Bagul removes the provisions and packs them into the kitchen. His demeanor is less intense and angry. He almost seems happy. The reason for his mood becomes apparent when he returns to the couch with a half-hard green chub peaking over the waistband of his joggers. He smiles lasciviously and starts to use your hand to jack his heavy green meat. He leans over you a hand braced on the back of the couch.
"You don't mind giving me a hand now, right Babe?"
Had you thought that being unable to move while subjected to immense pleasure had been difficult? Now you had to remain still receiving no feelings except disgust and loathing. He closed his eyes and threw back his head baring a thick column of throat that you wish you could slash in that moment.
Bagul is humping your hand when you think you hear the sound of car wheels outside on the dirt road. You still completely then slowly inch your free hand to the knife hidden in the cushions. You only have one chance. Kalani knows the signal.
A horn sounds loud outside the cabin. Bagul jerks in surprise, his face scrunches in confusion.
"Whaa"
Take advantage Y/N. His distraction makes it easy to smoothly plunge the weapon into the inner thigh of the large orc.
He screams and falls to the side of you against the couch. For a moment he's in shock, howling while you scramble towards the door. You grasp at the keys he left on the table and spring to the lock trying to figure out the right one.
"You stupid donkey faced whore" he bellows at you. "No!"
You get the right key, and the door open, and suddenly Kalani's car is getting closer and closer as you run. The passenger door is already open and you frantically dive inside screaming. Kalani is already driving away, testing the car's suspension as they bounce over the dirt road.
You cry the whole ride back. You cannot believe you actually made it out. The last three days blurred and get over saturated as they replay in your mind on the drive back.
Kalani urges you to tell everything. They help you put together the pieces, figure out who might have helped Bagul and how to oust him from the friend group.
When you get closer to home you asked your friend in a small voice
"Can you take me to a pharmacy so I can get some plan b?" The edges of Kalani's mouth tighten and they nod.
"Anything you need Y/N" Kalani gritts out and presses their foot into the gas pedal.
She will never be post-leash, she will always be advocating for freedom, she cries at the door for walks and insists on going out at least 1-2x/day, and if she can’t go out she pulls the leash on the ground and lays on it pathetically. I don’t think she thinks she’s a dog? I think she’s humoring us with the leash so she can plot an escape.
“Oh, dear… B, I thought I told you not to move out of bed. You’re still too sick!” A leaned down and grabbed B under their arms, hauling them up. B whimpered pitifully and wriggled in A’s grip.
“B, darling. Listen to me, I’m helping you back to b-” They cut off as B made a hard twist and managed to get free from A’s hands and landed on the floor with a thump and a soft keen. Immediately B started to try and crawl away, their arms shaking as they pushed themself forward towards the door.
A watched them for a moment, too stunned at B’s unusual reaction to stop them.
Then A groaned, and it sent a terrified shiver down B’s spine. even through their haze, B could hear A was getting annoyed, and that had never boded well for them, sick or not.
B pushed harder to get to the door, a desperate, terrified, sob wrenching out of their chest. Their fingernails dug into the carpet and they succeeded to get one knee under themself to push up...
“I told you to get. Back. To. BED.”
B expected it, but the vicious hand in their hair still startled them and they flinched so violently they almost wrenched out of A’s grip. In return, A pulled B’s head back and then smacked it into the floor.
White pain blinded them and a short cry of pain escaped B before they were hauled back and up again.
“You’re sick. I told you.” A spat through furiously gritted teeth. “Either you stay in bed,” A grabbed B’s wrist and janked it toward the headboard. B’s head spun but they knew what A meant to do, even before they heard the familiar clinking scrape of metal against wood.
“No, please…” B choked on a throat that was closing up in fear and despair. They’d been so close to the door, A hadn’t locked them up because they’d believed they were too sick to run. B had been so close.
A didn’t care for their tears or protests, they continued to close the cold metal of the cuff around B’s wrist, until they could feel how new bruises would bloom over the older ones already there.
“Or I’ll make you stay.” A finished, locking the cuff and pocketing the little key.
I desire Warden content. Dmitri bullying him maybe
It was a rather quiet night at the Wall, most of the prisoners were staying quiet and behaved, mainly not wanting to deal with Dmitri and his crap on a rather chilly night, and the guards were dutiful in getting their jobs for the night done.
And for Dmitri, well he was feeling quite bored and wanted a good laugh. So with his Warden following behind him, Dmitri decided to strike up an conversation with some guards, promising them that this was going to be funny.
The random guards just followed along in the conversation when Dmitri smirked and said "I don't think he ever played with legos before, I mean Warden. Build the gates... alongside saving a man from lego city or making a princess castle, probably had a lonely childhood..."
Right gasped as he gained control over his body, looking to see Dmitri deep in conversation with some guards. Right took some steps back, before running straight to the elevators.
Right knew he couldn't kill Dmitri or the guards here, but he could try to escape, try to find help somewhere and break free from this Warden embedded in his mind.
Right knew there were several boats out on the docks, that it was probably his best means of escape. And once the elevator dinged, Right ran on to the wooden docks, before his feet completely came to a stand still and Right face planting onto the floor.
Right got up and tried again, but for some reason, he couldn't move past a certain point of the docks. Matteus Guardsmith asked "Warden" if he was alright, trying to hide his laughter. Right didn't answer, running back to the elevator to look for another way out.
Right knew he didn't have time to waste, that at any moment Dmitri would be fetching his precious Warden and Right would be forced back into his prison. So running out the front gates was his best bet.
The ding of elevator stopping on the main floor signaled Right to just book it, no stopping for anyone or anything.
But as Right got to the front gates, his feet once again stopped, Right faceplanting harder into the snowy ground below. Right then tried to crawl, wanting desperately to leave.
But he couldn't, Right was unable to leave. And from the casual laughter from the guards, they knew it as well.
Right felt himself losing control as he turned to see Dmitri walking, that damn wicked smile on his face as he spoke.
"Well my dear Warden, it is time to get back to work. But I figured tonight was a good night for you to learn a very important lesson. You will never leave the Wall."
Warden stood up and coldly replied "Understood, sir.", while Right could only watch in horror, shaking on the inside at this new realization.
"So a prisoner got stuck in a sewer pipe and guess who gets to fetch them out? You do! So go get to work getting prisoner back into cell."
This was hell for Right. This was a hell that he was unable to leave from.
HUGE TW: amputation, surgery, sadistic doctor whumper, restraints, paralyzed whumpee, no pain-meds, referenced escape-attempt.
AN: Hello! Let's just pretend d this is all medically accurate/survivable and that Jace would NOT die from shock. Again will definitely come back and edit this. Meet Dr. Morris!
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Jace grunted as a blinding white light snapped down on him, stirring him from his sleep. Confused, Jace tried to find cover for his face, only to be obstructed by something firm. Huh? Jace wondered groggily, shifting to look down.
Then, the pain followed.
Jace groaned as a sharp, almost needle-like, agony danced up his legs. Jace gasped, trying to sit up, but once again failed as something heavy held him lying down.
Finally, memories of last night flooded in.
That’s right! He was running away. He made it past the gate! But… but then he tripped? And he got caught..? Jace’s stomach turned as his revelation turned to dread. He snapped his gaze down, finally meeting his reality.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Jace was strapped to some sort of hospital bed, pinned down as if an insect ready to be dissected, and one look around the room quickly eliminated any hope of him being in an actual hospital.
The room was shrouded in darkness apart from the spotlight where Jace laid. It was cluttered, with paper and journals scattered across the room, all suspiciously stained with red.
Jace felt sick.
Had he escaped Theodore only to end up in the hands of a madman? With his luck, Jace wouldn’t be surprised. The sound of beeping filled the room and Jace finally noticed the heat monitor he was strapped to.
A door creaked open and Jace tried to flinch back, the monotone sound of the heart monitor speeding up. A disheveled man limped in, holding a fat stack of papers, mumbling to himself. He looked middle-aged, with long brown hair pulled into a messy pony tail. He had a scar on the left side of his jaw, and he was currently nursing a lit cigarette between his lips.
He grunted as he finally looked up from his paper, seeing Jace staring wide-eyed at him. “Oh? Finally awake…” He grumbled, looking down to check his files, “Jasper?” He dropped his cigarette, grinding the heel of his leather shoe into the bud.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Jace yelped, “Actually, I don’t care. Let me go!”
The man sighed, rubbing a tired hand down his face, “Why do they always say that? You young folks nowadays have no manners towards a doctor…” The man stalked forward, flicking on more lights and revealing a table next to Jace filled with sharp tools, syringes, and medications. Jace paled at the sight.
Struggling against his restraints without success, Jace paused at the crackle of a phonograph. The sound of classical music filled the air, contradicting the sporadic beat of the heart monitor. The doctor sighed, a pleased expression crossing his face, “Ah, you must be familiar with this tune? Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, one of Mozart’s best pieces, if I do say so myself. Now, then…” He shuffled through his papers, “Ooh! How exciting! A dual below-the-knee amputation.” He glanced at Jace, a scary glimmer in his eyes, “Finally. You have no idea how boring giving shots and vaccines gets.”
Jace felt his heart lunge to his throat, “A-amputation..?”
The man barred his teeth in a wild grin, “Seems like you got into some trouble with your little escape attempt, huh?”
Escape attempt…? Jace gasped, “Y-You! You work for Theodore?”
The man rolled his eyes, “I don’t work for Theodore, I work with his father.” He snapped blue surgical gloves over both hands. “That family - just full of nutcases! And don’t even get me started on Eleanor! She comes in, like, once every month with her little boy-toy to try out new treatments to make him ‘comply with his husbandly duties’.” The man gossiped, leaning in closer to Jace as if sharing a juicy secret. “But between you and me, I think she just likes hearing him cry.”
Jace’s face twisted in disgust, “You’re sick.”
“Eh,” He shrugged, “I can live with that. Now, hold still.”
Suddenly, Jace’s head was snapped back and a plastic tube was forced down Jace’s throat, silencing him as he gagged at the intrusion. The tube was pulled back and inserted into a strange machine that Jace couldn’t recognize. Just as quickly, the man inserted the needle of an IV drip into Jace’s forearm.
The whole ordeal left Jace disoriented. It all happened so fast that Jace couldn’t even struggle. Clearly, whoever this man was, he was well-practiced. Jace didn’t know if he should be relieved or horrified at that thought.
The sound of the piano seemed to get louder as the man snapped his fingers to the rhythm, gleefully singing along. He pulled up a vial, turning to face Jace as he injected it into the IV drip, “Now, this beauty is Rocuronium. Just 58 mg of this bad boy and you’ll be all set for surgery.”
The tube in his mouth stripped Jace of his ability to protest as inflatable cuffs were wrapped around both of his thighs all while Jace steadily began to feel his body turn unresponsive. “And these will help manage blood loss,” the man continued, as if narrating to an audience, attaching the cuffs to machines off in the distance.
Jace tried to shut his eyes and pray. Pray that this was all a terrible, terrible nightmare and that he’d wake up soon.
It was only when the man took a scalpel to his leg that Jace realized nauseously that one, this was not a dream, two, he was still awake, and three, that he could feel everything. Jace tried to flinch away from the scalpel, protest, alert the man that he was still awake, because surely this was a mistake, but, frustratingly, his body remained still.
The man continued cutting deeper and deeper using the scalpel all while Jace remained painstakingly pinned, unable to scream or fight. His heart pounded and he could feel his adrenaline skyrocket.
Merrily, the doctor picked up a pair of scissors, starting to work through Jace's muscles and tissues. Jace's struggles increased, but his efforts all went to waste.
It was only when the man started talking to Jace that he realized that he was left awake on purpose. “This is my favorite part of the whole surgery. Seeing the look of confusion turn to horror as you realize you are going to feel every incision,” the man sighed, enamored.
Jace felt sweat drip down his arms, forehead, and back from hard he was straining himself to break free. “Us doctors really are underappreciated… What we do, it's like a form of art! Every cut, every incision creates a perfect tapestry,” he continued all the while Jace began to struggle how to breathe, feeling hot and cold all at once. “And you patients should be part of that process!”
Jace nearly fainted as he saw the man pick up a bonesaw, realizing that this man didn’t see him as a person, but as a canvas to leave his mark on.
The sound of classical music mixing with the buzz of the bonesaw as it came closer and closer to his leg made Jace feel sick. He was about to lose his legs. He was never going to be able to run or dance ever again. Tears mixed with agony and frustration finally escaped from Jace’s eyes.
Then the bonesaw hit his leg.
Jace’s world turned white and hot. Fear seized his heart.
“You feel that?!” the man shouted, laughing energetically, the sound clashing with the saw and phonograph,“That’s your tibia! I wish you could see yourself! You look absolutely delicious all spread out in front of me!”
Jace’s head felt stuffed full of cotton, almost as if he was spectating the ordeal from outside his body. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his skull, relieved that he wouldn’t have to feel anymore.
Distantly, he could still hear the sound of the bonesaw gleefully cutting away, mixing into a disturbing melody with the man’s singing.
