Warning: ...Uh, well, I think the prompt itself is warning enough. Don't think I need to say anything more than that, so...I won't.
RAPE
Zim shuddered on the icy metal, eyes clenched tightly shut and breath labored; choked sobs escaped him every once in a while, try as he might to hold them back, and he desperately wished his PAK could protect him.
"No...No, Dib...don't do this, please..." he whispered, antennae limp – he wanted so badly to feel anger, to lash out at the human who had stepped over a boundary not meant to be breached. Wanted to, but couldn't; all he could feel was the cold weight of terror in the depths of his 'spooch, and the cold weight of the shackles that bound him, left him more or less immobile and spread-eagled on the dissection table.
The Irken could hear the throaty chuckles of his tormentor, somewhere behind him, and he turned his head away from the sound, didn't want to risk opening his eyes and seeing the man. "You don't know what you're doing..."
That was a lie.
They both knew exactly what Dib was doing.
It was a line that should never have been crossed, a total defiling of that which was sacred. As it began, Zim immediately started to scream, thrashing wildly against the cold table; Dib was swift to tighten his restraints to an almost painful degree, stilling him, and to roughly gag him, muffling the panicked sounds. Once more, the Irken desperately wished his PAK could protect him.
It could do nothing, though; all it would do now, as the human took what was his, was immerse his already fractured mind in hurtful memories and images, overflowing it with the distant taunts and jeering of peers and superiors alike. Even the drones he had known were laughing at him, the sounds echoing in his head, setting it to ache.
His gasps became further labored as he struggled fruitlessly for air, eyes flying wide open as though it would chase away everything his traitorous PAK was showing him; seeing Dib couldn't be any worse. The single thought, vague and hazy past all those that came unbidden, dragged another agonized sob from the Irken; it was weak, though, as he couldn't seem to breathe now. The gag came away then, his captor not wanting to jeopardize his subject; a laughable consideration that only served as a further slap to the face.
Dib continued mercilessly, hardly slowed, each stroke leaving Zim quivering and sobbing and begging – something he'd done only once in his life – for him to stop, to reconsider. Cruel laughter was his only reply, stroke after stroke after stroke leaving the Irken with little will to fight. All he could do now was lie there and endure it.
The PAK sparked a bit, getting both of them to flinch, but it only stalled Dib for a moment. Grinning in satisfaction even as Zim quietly whimpered and asked him to stop, the man went on unperturbed, wanting to laugh when parts within the metal pod on the Irken's back shifted uselessly. The deadly spider-legs had been removed, he'd made sure of that; he did laugh when the alien convulsed, the aftermath of a particularly painful memory brought on by his PAK.
It went on for what seemed likes ages, until finally, Dib came to a sudden stop; Zim was screaming hoarsely again, tears flowing unabated as the mental stress came to a breaking point, the one thing he couldn't bear to think of thrown into sharp relief in his mind.
And Dib could see every moment of it.
With that one final stroke of the keys, he'd uncovered the reasons for Zim's arrival on Earth, something the Irken hadn't understood and had never dwelt on until now, until the PAK had forced its memory upon his mind. A heavy weight settling in his stomach, Dib stared with disbelief at the screen of his laptop, then up past the cords connecting it to the alien's life support. In front of him, stretched out limply on the table and sobbing without restraint, Zim refused to look at him, refused to return the gaze; he could understand why. He'd committed a most unspeakable act on a whim, violating the Irken's very existence and laying it bare before him, all because he could.
And now, with the knowledge of what the Tallests had really done, with the understanding of why his enemy was really here, Dib knew there were other reasons Zim wouldn't look at him.
He didn't want to see the guilt that had come over the man's face.
He didn't want to be pitied.
And above all, he didn't want to see the disappointment in Dib's eyes, disappointment at the realization that his alien nemesis, the creature he'd come to see as a dangerous and cunning Invader who had to be stopped at all costs, was nothing more than a joke.
Just like him.
Hopefully you guys weren't actually expecting the...um...twist? Not sure if I even wrote it well enough for it to be considered a twist. XD Either way, it was pretty difficult to write, mmhmm.
Note: I do not condone rape. I also do not condone invading someone's personal memories. Uh, somehow.