Whumptober #2: Garrote
Edward’s strength wasn’t his own; it was beyond his limitations, spurred on by Dark’s influence, but his attacks could have been feather-light and Google could do nothing to resist. He was under orders: play the role of the victim, not a finger lifted to defend himself.
Dark had said he would expose another side of the doctor, the malice all humans harbored. This would prove that Edward was no different. He would turn on him like any other, use and abuse him. No love for an automaton could withstand the darkness.
Static laced with blue blood burst from Google’s vocalizer as a cable wrenched taut around his throat. He needed to scrabble, tear it away from the fragile vents buckling underneath, but his sparking limbs remained leaden on the ground. “Ed-d-d—P-Plea—”
“No resistance, machine. No begging for mercy,” Edward snarled, Dark’s words in his mouth. “Follow your orders.”