A/N: This is what I think Sands went through, just before his favourite man
in the world played doctor.
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Fear wasn't something Sands worried about often. In the height of a gun fight, when he thought it was all over, when the dick weed on the other side pressed the gun to his temple, he didn't fear for his life. He just mentally shrugged. If he lived, he'd fight another day, if he didn't live; he'd have died doing what he loved. And that was giving his superiors the finger. He liked to play the game *his* way; he liked being the one pulling all the strings. He loved the control his job entailed, the ability to make people do whatever the fuck you want them too. So; losing that control he had always had by the short and curlies was like pulling the supporting block from a Jenga tower. Sands mentally collapsed. The minute he realised he was strapped down he lost it. Losing control, for Sands, was the ultimate of all fears. He tried in earnest to free himself and that's when it hit him. Dr. Guevara stood to one side inspecting something pointy and shiny. Ajedrez, the bitch that she is, stood to his right. His voice shook as he spoke to her; he really wasn't used to this *fear* thing. He really was not in control in this situation, the bloodied and bandaged man in the corner was all the evidence he needed to prove the utter insanity of the rooms' occupants. That included himself. "Dumbass", one of several voices in his head sneered "You really are her little monkey, aren't you? Fucking genius plan this is. Well look who's pulling the strings now. It's the skinny bitch and her crazy doc with the sharp tools. Never mind eh? Live to fight another day etc. etc. You still truly believe that? Oh my Christ. You never expected anyone to take control did you? Congratulations, this is the part where you freak out and beg forgiveness". "Fuck that." Sands muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the room franticly. This was a very bad situation to be in. Things got worse as Guevara brought the metal drill towards his eye and, despite all efforts not to, Sands screamed in fear, pain and utter disbelief. When did he lose control?
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Fear wasn't something Sands worried about often. In the height of a gun fight, when he thought it was all over, when the dick weed on the other side pressed the gun to his temple, he didn't fear for his life. He just mentally shrugged. If he lived, he'd fight another day, if he didn't live; he'd have died doing what he loved. And that was giving his superiors the finger. He liked to play the game *his* way; he liked being the one pulling all the strings. He loved the control his job entailed, the ability to make people do whatever the fuck you want them too. So; losing that control he had always had by the short and curlies was like pulling the supporting block from a Jenga tower. Sands mentally collapsed. The minute he realised he was strapped down he lost it. Losing control, for Sands, was the ultimate of all fears. He tried in earnest to free himself and that's when it hit him. Dr. Guevara stood to one side inspecting something pointy and shiny. Ajedrez, the bitch that she is, stood to his right. His voice shook as he spoke to her; he really wasn't used to this *fear* thing. He really was not in control in this situation, the bloodied and bandaged man in the corner was all the evidence he needed to prove the utter insanity of the rooms' occupants. That included himself. "Dumbass", one of several voices in his head sneered "You really are her little monkey, aren't you? Fucking genius plan this is. Well look who's pulling the strings now. It's the skinny bitch and her crazy doc with the sharp tools. Never mind eh? Live to fight another day etc. etc. You still truly believe that? Oh my Christ. You never expected anyone to take control did you? Congratulations, this is the part where you freak out and beg forgiveness". "Fuck that." Sands muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the room franticly. This was a very bad situation to be in. Things got worse as Guevara brought the metal drill towards his eye and, despite all efforts not to, Sands screamed in fear, pain and utter disbelief. When did he lose control?