AN: If rape/abuse isn't your thing, you may go now. You've been warned, even though this is probably going to be more...mild than some later chapters. Things get graphic, and it starts making sense soon, I promise.
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I am compelled to sit in a chair facing a blank wall. The lights are beginning to hurt my sensitive eyes. All at once, I'm fighting the panic rising in me as attendants appear from nowhere and fasten my arms securely at my sides. I have to feel a bit of pride, though--the white-haired buffoon seemed to have learned his lesson during our last tangle.
He stands in front of me and slightly to the side. "The world has changed so much, Erik. It's a very different place from the one you know..." He trails off, his eyes wandering as he appears to contemplate things. "Or perhaps it isn't. Order is the key to everything, yes? You are a musician--you must surely understand the importance of keeping things within the rules, otherwise you are just left with noise." I do not respond. I'm not feeling much in the mood for philosophy today.
His face wrinkles a little behind his bushy mustache (Why is he so untidy with his person?), and I can tell he is displeased with my silence. "Well. Would you like to see what you have missed?"
Before I can answer, the light is abruptly cut off. Then the wall is alive with images, flashing faster than I can process them. Some far off part of my mind muses that it must be similar to a sort of gas and light show, most likely. The colors and flashes start to take shape... People, places, buildings, fire...
Another needle is sliding into my vein, but I hardly notice.
The world did change... Just not in the sense that the Doctor would have me believe. Someone was always struggling for superiority, that much remained constant. The technology, society... The easy death, the clinging to life! It was too much, absurd!
"Yes," the Doctor agreed, nodding his head gravely. Did I speak? "That is where we come in." The images are hurting my head.
All is quiet as the pictures shift, slowing down, showing symbols, men in white coats and determined faces. A girl with long, raven hair twirls slowly, and a building rises up out of a grassy field. I understand suddenly.
The lights are blinding when they are brought back up. I squint, wanting very hard to curse but not able to find my voice. The Doctor moves to stand in my line of site again, that insipid smile plastered on his face again. I want to hate him, but he's so still, so calm...
"You are a skilled assassin, dear Erik. I thought that accounts of your...abilities had been exagerated for the sake of entertainment--imagine my great delight to learn that they are true!"
"Entertainment?" I grated. I paused as several images swam up in my mind. My mouth squirked on one side. Humanity was still cruel, apparently.
"Yes, well, that is not why you've been brought here. What a challenge to find you were! Our little A-45 had much trouble locating you."
"The girl? She is the one who found me?"
"Yes, she's quite extraordinary at finding...special people like yourself, among other things."
"Why does she not have a name?"
He waved his hand again, dismissing the question. "We would like to extrapolate on your already formidable gifts, if we may. We need to know how much you're capable of."
And really, what choice did I really have? My head still pounded with the sensory overload, I was strapped, trapped, and an utter prisoner. Could I deny them the desire to see how far I would go, could go? I have no qualms with killing; I'd enjoyed it far too much for that to be the case.
I nod.
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My head is throbbing, and my body aches.
I wonder how old I am.
I try to bury my face deeper into my little bed, my arms folded around me. If I could just sleep for a couple hours, one even... Then I could handle the coming onslaught, and I sure knew it was coming. They were gonna keep shoving us together, time and again, because they were baffled by whatever it was that he does to me.
No such luck. My door slides open, and I know at once that it is the Captain from the way the atmosphere tightens around me.
"Get up."
"No, please, my head hurts--"
Before I can finish, he's grabbing my knot of hair and is yanking me to my feet with a yelp. My feet scramble for a minute, but they're bare again and I keep sliding on the smooth floor. He keeps walking, not seeming to notice that he's dragging me along with him. I can't help but think of his strength.
I shouldn't have said no. I know better.
We pause in the hallway, and he hefts me up, wrapping his hand firmly around the back of my neck. He's taller than me, but not as tall as Erik. Why on Earth does that matter? He shoves me against the wall, his body covering mine. It twists my neck painfully as I try to keep from smashing my face against the whiteness. He quickly yanks my simple clothing off, leaving my goggles.
He's towing me again, his fingers digging hard into my neck. He shoves me abruptly into the showers, twisting the water on without a care for how cold it is. I make another small noise and try to scramble out from under the spray, but he quickly backhands me, his knuckles landing easily on my cheek. It could've been worse. I can remember, fuzzily, one time he balled up his fist and hit me... I think. Was it him? Does it matter?
The water warms marginally. As soon as it does, it's shut off, and the Captain is brisquely drying me, like he doesn't want to touch me more than necessary. I shiver, my skin prickling. I fold my arms over my chest, trying hard to not freeze to death. He notices, and yanks my arms free. He spins me again, shoving me against the wet tile, and I'm grateful he didn't break my goggles again. Probably learned his own lesson from the Doctor about doing that.
As he shoves his body up against me, I wonder how he got chosen for this job, or did he apply? Why was he selected? He's yanking his cock free, and pushing hard against me. He lets it slide over my wet skin, grunting. I hold still, waiting, hoping... But no, he's pushing it into me, hard and awkward against the wall. He thrusts hard, hitting my head against the wall.
I stay silent until I feel him pull out and reposition himself.
"Please don't... " I whisper. I hate that. He grabs a couple of loose hairs from the base of my neck and pulls hard.
"You're misbehaving today. I don't like that." He shoves rudely into my body again, only it's all wrong. It hurts like I'm being torn apart. He's pounding and grunting now, and I'm biting my lip hard. It starts to bleed in my mouth. His cock starts to twitch, and there's warmth running down the back of my legs.
Back under the water, and he's looking at me like I disgust him. Maybe I do.
I let my mind wander, briefly letting it reach beyond myself... And there, I can feel his quick mind again. He's excited, and it makes me blink. I wonder what Erik is doing...
