The first thing the gul did was stab him in the heart. Well, not directly in the heart. He wanted the man to live, to suffer. He stabbed him just close enough that the pain would be immense and he would bleed, but he would survive.
For the first time since these sessions had begun, Julian saw the tools being moved closer to the table he was restrained to, and it sent him into hysterics. He could have gone the rest of his short life not knowing what they planned to do to him, the sight of the devices in store was too much for him. He let out a terrible hoarse sob and struggled against the restraints.
The room echoed with Dukat's laughter as he took a hypospray from the table and held it to Bashir's neck. It clicked, and moments later Bashir was howling in agony, his back arching as he writhed in pain. He didn't want to know what he'd just been injected with, he just hoped that it would be something fatal, and not just something painful. He knew that was too much to ask.
The pain subsided after what seemed like forever, and slowly he found he could relax his muscles. For whatever had just happened, his broken ribs felt a bit better. He was sure it was just the harsh pain he'd just experienced making the other pain feel more trivial.
"Your friends are on their way. Pity they won't make it in time," Dukat's voice was almost giddy. Bashir was disgusted at the pleasure the man seemed to be taking from inflicting pain.
"If you're going to kill me, please just do it," he whispered weakly. Dukat grinned, showing all of his teeth, and picked something else up. He pressed one end of it to Bashir's neck.
"I never thought I'd see the day that one of you Starfleet types would beg for death."
A jolt of electricity passed through the device and through Bashir's body. He whimpered, the loudest noise he'd made since this session had started. "Why won't you just kill me?" he demanded, his voice cracking and tears welling in his eyes. A second jolt of electricity passed through him and he screamed.
"Please just kill me!" He begged, panting. He was sure his heart wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Sure, he was young, but the whole situation had been far more stress than he'd ever been put through. Another jolt of electricity and he couldn't control the tears that streamed down his face, boiling and evaporating before they could drip onto the table.
Suddenly, outside the door, a struggle was audible. Bashir's pulse sped up even more, his heart beating erratically. They've come to save me! He thought, and for a moment he actually had hope.
Dukat glared at the door, and turned back to face the doctor. He picked up one last tool, a laser scalpel. The smile on his face was evil, so evil. For a moment, Bashir knew he was looking into the eyes of someone who would have no remorse for this death he was about to cause.
The door opened with a hiss and Bashir heard his friends and colleagues, but above all of them, he could hear the voice of the man he loved.
"Julian!" He heard Garak cry. With what strength he had left, he lifted his head to look for him.
The last seconds of his life were excruciating.