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[nowait_letme]

At no point does he let the bastard stand.

It's straight through the door, and then he turns back around and opens it again on a dimly lit hallway with tile walls and tile floor and tile ceiling.

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[creepinsubtle]

Don't think Insinuous isn't trying to struggle. Don't think he isn't trying to speak, to maybe talk his way out of this, to maybe work his way into just enough of Chainsaw's mind. But within the vice of control, who can even tell?

He recognises this room.

The last time he was here, he could choose to be intangible.

That, uh, that would be a really nice ability to have right now.

[nowait_letme]

Chainsaw shuts the door behind them.

Insinuous crosses the hallway. Insinuous opens a heavy metal door.

Insinuous walks to the centre of the tiled room and lies flat on his back on the shining metal table.

Insinuous closes his eyes.

A pair of fingertips trails down his chest, barely tangible through the fabric of his shirt.

"Seems to me," Chainsaw muses, "I told you once what I'd do with you if I had you down here for real."