(but you would like it too much)
.~.
Zim can hear his jaw click as his skull crashes into the wall.
From a few inches away, Tak remains steady - the long, metal spider leg retracting into her utility PAK were it belonged.
Didn't Tak just say this wasn't about revenge?
Zim has been hit so hard that it's racked his vision, the figure in front of him just a blur of green and purple, his back aches as he slides down the wall - he coughs, cotton candy pink spilling out of the corner of his mouth.
It looks as if she changed her mind.
Zim gets up eventually, only blacking out for a moment, his legs creek as he wheezes. His gaze remains on the floor, examining the sickly pink river below him. Nervously, he looks at Tak, the skin around his left eye blackened.
"Does it hurt?" Tak asks offhandedly, her grin feral. "I meant to hit you a lot harder."
Zim is dizzy and at a loss for words (there's a first time for everything), his eyelids flutter shut as if they each weighed a ton.
Tak tilts her head to the side expectantly, waiting for any kind of reaction, anything. Zim offers nothing, remaining quiet, too distracted by the throbbing pain around his eye.
This wasn't Tak's intention, but she can't resist, she wants to degrade Zim in the same way she was. And she has years of disappointment and frustration to release.
Zim is (still) remaining still, unable to move at all - he hears Tak's PAK open again and knows what is coming.
The metal appendage wraps itself around Zim's arms and waist - squeezing tight. His antennas jolt upwards, expecting to hear bones snapping but instead only feels a huge lack of air. Zim squeaks, his expression twisting up in pain as Tak commanded the metal leg to squeeze tighter, she giggles.
Although Zim was a loath to admit it, he was fairly certain that he was going to die.
.~.
Zim's insides are exploding consecutively, he is sure of it.
Tak's spider-leg lets go and Zim lands on the ground, his knees and hands flat against the surface as he clenches his stomach, heaving for air.
Zim doesn't hear Tak approach him - he looks up to meet eerie, empty eyes that don't match the vicious smirk below it.
She abruptly grabs Zim by his collar, lifting him up slightly just to adjust his position - he's on his knees, sitting suggestively in front of her. Zim looks up again, his black eye struggles to squeeze shut, not sure what she is asking of him.
"Don't worry," She says, her smile sticky-sweet. "This'll be fun."
Her hands hike up her dress agonizingly slow and Zim blinks exactly fifteen times before he understands.
.~.
Zim is still so eager to please, as if he were apologizing for his mistake. He works his mouth against her feverishly.
His arms lay limply at his sides as Tak demanded that he wasn't to touch her, which Zim thought wasn't really necessary - he would have liked to.
He also wished he could look up at her, just to see what her face looks like, but he could only see up the fold of her dress - Tak yanks at Zim's antenna, a command for Zim to keep going.
She mewls and whimpers, crying out every so often and Zim realizes that he doesn't even need to see her -
The color of her green cheeks were now reminiscent of a lilac, her toes are curling as she pants, big purple eyes squeezed shut.
.~.
It's done. And Zim feels he had done something wrong.
He feels dominated by Tak and he doesn't like it at all. No matter how good Tak tastes on his tongue.
Tak shifts her legs, her dress falling back over her hips. She stares at Zim, her stare regarding him with hatred.
Zim's shame is almost too overwhelming.
"You'll be too easy." Tak says finally.