It hurt worse than she remembered. Hell, she'd come off fresh from another trip downstairs for a reminder on why she needed to get her job done right six months ago and it still hurt worse than she remembered. Maybe it was the saw, hey, maybe it was just dull from overuse. They had to get pretty good mileage out of the thing in a place like this.
The pain split through her, and at first she was able to clench down on her jaw. The way the blade whirred into her sternum, she was pretty sure she could feel every rotation of the blade shaving off more of the bone and cutting deeper, blood spreading warm across her chest. But her pride didn't last. It was maybe twenty seconds of excruciating agony before she gave in and her head pressed down against the table, chin tilting up some as she cried out in loud, desperate shrieks of pain.
No. The truth of the matter was that it never got easier, and with her demon pain tolerance cut down to a minimum in her vessel for some weird reason in here, she couldn't even pretend she had a
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When he started to clean her up she began to pull lightly at the binding again, trying uselessly to get up. Her efforts were deflated and hampered by injury and hardly anything close to what would actually make progress in freeing herself.
There was a strangeness in the way she couldn't even really feel that he was toweling her off, but she understood the idea. No sensory nerve endings. So, there was pressure, but nothing else. The same reason everyone downstairs knew to keep the cuts shallow -- it'd keep people awake, and the skin was the only place that really got them screaming.
Her movements were as ceaseless as they were slight and ineffective. Between the burn beneath her skin and the way she was trying to keep the doctor from touching her even to clean her up, it was like she had ants crawling beneath her, inciting her to squirm, but the exhaustion from the pain and the resultant screaming made each wriggle lethargic and weak.
It didn't even really process for her that it was stupid to try and get herself free when
( ... )
It was annoying the way the patient was unable to stay still (clearly he should have made the bindings even tighter), but chances were that Ruby was overwhelmed by a feeling of pure wrongness. Which seemed like a contradiction in and of itself, but that was what it was. He'd taken the very thing that she was opposed to and put it inside of her, so the reaction was understandable
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The pain of the needle puncturing her skin was, by contrast, a welcome distraction. Still, she clenched her jaw and bit back a hissing noise every time it looped through and the thread tightened, tugging her flesh painfully closer, stretching it back over her chest cavity. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, all black ink and hollow detestation.
"Screw yourself, Mengele." She'd said it before, she was sure, but that didn't matter. And, all things considered, the added comparison wasn't that far off base. Besides, it was impressive to Ruby that she could manage even that, because it was followed by a gurgled, pained noise that had her jaw slamming shut again as a twitch ran through her body, like lightning fettering out through her limbs angrily.
Except unlike an electrical impulse, this wasn't going to just run out. It was inside of her now, and it felt like it was tearing her open even as the doctor stitched her shut like some fucked up rag doll.
Her comment wasn't an answer to his question, and so it was therefore ignored in lieu of focusing on finishing the job. She had managed to speak, at least, which meant that her demonic hardiness had been properly proved. Once she was all stitched up, he used yet another cloth to clean up, ignoring the tatters of her shirt and the way that most of her chest was now bared.
All he did was leave a towel for her at the foot of the exam table. He doubted that she would be able to move even after he left, but if she could -- his intention had been to change her, not expose or humiliate her.
The pain split through her, and at first she was able to clench down on her jaw. The way the blade whirred into her sternum, she was pretty sure she could feel every rotation of the blade shaving off more of the bone and cutting deeper, blood spreading warm across her chest. But her pride didn't last. It was maybe twenty seconds of excruciating agony before she gave in and her head pressed down against the table, chin tilting up some as she cried out in loud, desperate shrieks of pain.
No. The truth of the matter was that it never got easier, and with her demon pain tolerance cut down to a minimum in her vessel for some weird reason in here, she couldn't even pretend she had a ( ... )
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There was a strangeness in the way she couldn't even really feel that he was toweling her off, but she understood the idea. No sensory nerve endings. So, there was pressure, but nothing else. The same reason everyone downstairs knew to keep the cuts shallow -- it'd keep people awake, and the skin was the only place that really got them screaming.
Her movements were as ceaseless as they were slight and ineffective. Between the burn beneath her skin and the way she was trying to keep the doctor from touching her even to clean her up, it was like she had ants crawling beneath her, inciting her to squirm, but the exhaustion from the pain and the resultant screaming made each wriggle lethargic and weak.
It didn't even really process for her that it was stupid to try and get herself free when ( ... )
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"Screw yourself, Mengele." She'd said it before, she was sure, but that didn't matter. And, all things considered, the added comparison wasn't that far off base. Besides, it was impressive to Ruby that she could manage even that, because it was followed by a gurgled, pained noise that had her jaw slamming shut again as a twitch ran through her body, like lightning fettering out through her limbs angrily.
Except unlike an electrical impulse, this wasn't going to just run out. It was inside of her now, and it felt like it was tearing her open even as the doctor stitched her shut like some fucked up rag doll.
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All he did was leave a towel for her at the foot of the exam table. He doubted that she would be able to move even after he left, but if she could -- his intention had been to change her, not expose or humiliate her.
Not in that way, at least ( ... )
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