"Nngh…" Dib's eye fluttered open, blinking a few times to focus them. He knew it was Zim who had rendered him unconscious. Zim has been on Earth for about five years now. Since Dib started smoking, two years ago, Zim won a lot.
Dib half expected to wake up, fully-clothed, sprawled out acros his bedroom floor, but this time it was different. Flashes of blue and green blurs shone around the room. He was practically blind without his glasses.
"Dreaming again," Din mumbled, closing his eyes, trying to pull away. Dib yelped in pain as something clenched his wrists tighter above his naked torso, and his ankles below his knees.
"Yes, my Tallest. I have caught the human and I plan to use his for my research on this… Filthy planet," a voice rand from another room.
"Zim?" Dib thought aloud.
"Ah! The specimen has awakened! I must leave now," The voice said, shutting down his 'communication screen,' which made a kind of "shooo" noise as it powered off. Dib struggled, weakly against the steal, until his wrists and ankles could take no more abuse.
"It's no use. Dib," Zim retorted, walking into the room. "I've programmed this confinement device to tighten with your every move." Dib stopped trying to break away, letting his body go limp, only being supported by his hold in, breathing heavily, afraid.
"What do you want from me, Zim?" Dib muttered, feeling like a bitch, not expecting an answer. ,Zim walked over, heal to toe, ever so slowly, taking Dib's jawbone in his claw, forcing the human to look in his maroon eyes, which danced with power over Dib.
"How's it feel, human?" Zim questioned, stroking Dib's cheek, gingerly with his thumb. "How's it feel to be trapped? To lose? So deep in the Earth, so buried in steel that no one will hear you if you scream?" Dib flinched, allowing the metal to crush his, already weak, ankles and wrists.
"Let me go…" Dib demanded, jerking his face free, only to be forced back. Zim's clench was strong. And virtually impossible to break free from. As Dib opened his mouth to speak again, he felt a pair of cold lips being pressed against his own and a reptilian tongue slip itself into his mouth. Dib's heart rate increased as Zim placed his hands on Dib's bare hips. His hands were so cold against Dib's warm body, it almost burned. Zim pulled away, finishing with a 'suck, before allowing Dib to return to his original, limp, helpless state. Allowing his long black locks to return to their place in front of his eyes.
"You shouldn't disobey your kidnapper, human," Zim instructed with a chuckle, placing his hands on Dib for a second time. "Let's do that again, shall we?" Zim asked, yet again pressing his lips against Dib's, and secretly, in a sick, perverted way, Dib liked this all too much.