“Do I need to tie you down for this?”
from this ask game
tw: institutionalized slavery, referenced/depicted intake, referenced noncon blood work, referenced noncon drugging
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“Do I need to hold you down for this part, too?” Jake asks. The dulling pain in his jaw acts as a firm reminder not to give a single sliver of wiggle room to the new intake. He’s out of his fucking mind, a wild animal in a fairy’s body, and as appealing as that may be on a good day, his possibly broken nose has soured his mood.
Director Jones, from the corner, barks out a laugh, and the intake nurse, a large man that Jake cannot, for his fucking life, remember the name of, grimaces. He’s said all of four words to Jake in the hour since he’s been involved in the intake, and, to Jake’s recollection, those were first, clothes, then later, scale, and now blood test.
“Do it,” Jones commands, and while normally, being bossed around like this might get under his skin, right now, he is all too obliged to manhandle this little shit. The new intake is riding right up against the limit of Jake’s tolerance for bullshit, and he considers, briefly, escalating this. The director won’t drug him until they’ve finished the intake, but there are other measures he can take to cool the kid off.
“Fuck you,” the boy hisses in response, and Jake lets out a sharp sound that is both amused and incredulous. It’s unreal, how even after months of training at a regular site, they still manage to find workers who are completely fucking feral to ship to Belleview.
“O…kay then,” Jake says, leveling his gaze on the boy as he approaches. The other men stand cautiously out of the way, giving him a wide berth, for what promises to be another messy fight.
