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His entire body was on fire. He was alight with pain and he arched up, back bent in two. He wondered in the tiny place that thoughts escaped to when there was nothing but pain if this was what Lisa felt when the Cybermen melted steel into her flesh. If that was what he was feeling when he sobbed, trying to twist away from agony, mind melting between images- Lisa’s bloody, battered body in Torchwood One, Torchwood Three, the skinned body in the woods, the refrigerated flesh, the rotted teeth that were all he could see when It held the knife to his skin. He could feel the knife on his skin and smell breath rank and raw. Cutting deeper and that’s how he knew it was all a nightmare because if he were dead he wouldn’t hurt any more.
The thought was enough to shock him, snapping Ianto awake in tangled sheets, covered in cold sweat that he was sure, for just a moment, was all the blood he had on his hands.