Augusnippets Day 16: Humiliation
cw: beating, interrogation, substance dependency, noncon drugging, dissociation, slight death wish
for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 747
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Heat leaks from its face, pain throbbing in the bridge of its nose from a blow. It can't track which blow, can't track who it came from. Everything's a blur.
“Let's try again.” Knuckles crack behind its head. “Who hired you?”
(no names, he never takes names)
It shakes its head. Again, a fist cracks against its face, more blows to the empty, crawling stomach.
The beating is almost comforting. Sharp pain, direct cause and effect instead of the endless ache, endless hollow feeling that squirms inside it at the thought of the drugged water. Fist connects with flesh in a familiar burst, and it almost makes it him feel…
“Fuck.” The leader of the group sighs in disgust. “Fine. I can work around this. Maybe you can tell me something else, hm?” He grabs a fistful of sweatdamp curls and rolls its head back, eyes heavy-lidded as it stares up at him. There's a water bottle on the table behind him, and it (he) tries not to look at it, doesn't need the reminder, even as its body rings with another deep ache, skin throbbing like a too-tight garment.
“I know there's more of you.”