A Trade- Chapter 11
Hi guys I’ve been very unmotivated to do much :/ Sorry about that. Here’s a chapter though! The mans is still pretty pathetic, but he was coherent for a few seconds too… Interesting. :)
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"Y-You can't do this!" Theo wailed, scrabbling at the restraints with his free hand.
"Spite, you need to calm down," Yoru said firmly, placing a hand over the man's flailing one.
Eyes wide, Spite jerked away, sobbing in terror as the taller man, Crimson, approached. At the last moment, he hid his face, curling up to protect himself.
Had he stayed watching a moment later, he would have seen the way the hero froze at his reaction, horrified.
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Isaac stood stock-still, staring at Spite's cowering form. He had seen his enemy go from a sneering, cruel, self-assured criminal to an injured, whimpering, terrified shadow of his former self within days. But despite everything he had witnessed, despite seeing him whimper and beg Aki for mercy, he had never expected to be seen as the threat. For a closer-to-coherent Spite to fear him.
Aki caught his eye, asking silently if he was okay. Taking a breath, he nodded. Spite had everything to fear here. It only made sense that he was terrified.
Slowly, he approached the bed once more.
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Theo's heart beat wildly as he huddled in the corner of the bed, just waiting for them to hurt him. There was only one reason they would restrain him, and they had every reason to hurt him. His heart sank as he heard a shuffling footstep draw closer. He wanted to curl up so badly, but his back was already on fire, and he couldn't bring himself to struggle any more.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he wondered whether he would even bother to cry.
The decision was automatic. The minute the footsteps stopped, he let out a sob, terror eroding at his defenses.
Hysterical and alone, all he could do was beg. He pleaded as hard as he could, sobbing that he was sorry, that he'd be better, or at least to please not hurt his back anymore. Please.
Please.
All of his increasingly desperate bargains were ignored as a hand drew closer. And closer. And closer.
His breath hitched and his vision mercifully blacked out before he could feel the pain he knew would follow.
It didn't last for all too long. He woke a short time later, though how short he did not know. The moment he blinked his eyes open, though, something moved.
His breath hitched involuntarily and he shifted away from the sudden movement. Froze when his wide eyes met dark brown ones.
Oh god.
“Are you thirsty?” the familiar voice asked.
He didn’t know. Am I?
“Y…Yes,” he decided, still tense as he watched the hero move around his bed.
His head felt fuzzy, still catching up with the situation. His heart, though, still dropped when Yoru put the cup down on a counter and paused, body blocking Spite’s view of the cup.
The hero turned and approached the bed once more.
Spite’s eyes were locked on the cup, only to squeeze closed as the pain in his back flared once he tried to sit up. He shook his head, clamping his mouth closed.
Distorted voices drew his attention, but he ignored them, curling up as best as he could and turning his face away from the cup. The voices got louder and demanded answers, but it was so loud… Too loud…
He couldn’t hold in a whimper as someone tried to hold the cup to his mouth. He thrashed, feeling liquid spill over his face and neck, until he was sure they weren’t near. He didn’t open his eyes or mouth, terrified of falling back into the darkness again. The voices around him were quieter, perhaps watching him.
They didn’t pursue him, so he hid his face once more and sobbed silently into the pillow.
Aki sighed. "Spite. It's just water. You said you were thirsty, right?"
The man only sobbed harder, shaking his head violently.
"Do you want something to eat, then?" Aki asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.
Another violent shake of the head, the supervillain's breath stuttering as he hiccuped, distressed and evidently terrified of ingesting anything.
Aki ventured a hesitant step closer to the bed. "Okay, Spite. That's fine. That means you'll need some more fluids in your IV, though."
His head shot up at the mention of the IV. "N-No," he cried, starting to pull at the restraints. "No, you c-can't-!"
Aki laid his hand on Spite's, doing his best to go slowly. "It's okay now, that's okay. Can you tell me what made you so scared?"
“Please,” the man whimpered, tensing visibly.
And even as he shuddered as his eyes began to flutter, he repeated it.
“Please.”
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