damned_institute | Nightshift 33: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 (M-U for Shadow)

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Nightshift 33: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 (M-U for Shadow)

The doctor stood, face and head covered in a surgical mask and cap, looming over the prone form strapped to the stretcher. He was a pretty thing, young, strong. And about to be broken.

He enjoyed it when there was such an easy way in. It would be a simple matter, and so entertaining. Bringing the proud down a few pegs, reminding these dogs of their place. They needed a kick now and again.

He smiled behind his mask and waited for his 'patient' to wake up.

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"I am a fine father." Dyran yanked on the collar, choking Shadow briefly. "I am shaping my son to be as I am. And he will be. And you know he would be, even without my interference. Perhaps... perhaps I will have him dispose of you before I change him. Coerce him, force his hand to your throat. That will harden him, don't you think?"

Shadow coughed, unable to breathe as the collar pressed against his throat. No, he couldn't let Dyran do that to Valyn. It would kill him. He'd blame himself for not being strong enough to fight off the coercion. "Please," Shadow gasped. "Kill me yourself. Not Val. Please."

"Yes, that's what I'll do." Dyran nodded, releasing the collar. "Valyn will be the one to cull you. Shall I make him do it with his bare hands? Shall I make him choke the life out of you, make him watch as the light fades from your eyes at his own doing?"

"Stop!" Shadow shouted at Dyran, turning his head. He didn't want to hear any more. Ancestors, how had it ended up like this? "Please," he begged once more, his voice thick with emotion. "Show some mercy for your own son."

"And why should I?" Dyran's fingers traced a line around Shadow's neck. "When this will make a man of him? I believe that is what I will do. And it will be slow. And it will be agonizing. And it will be by his own hand. And there are other slaves he's fond of, aren't there? They are disposable as well. Should you be first or last, I wonder?"

"You are sick," Shadow spat, glaring at him. "Sick and twisted. Do you really think this will make a man out of Valyn? No wonder the only comfort you find is in the concubines of your harem."

Dyran didn't rise to the taunt. "I know it will. It will melt away that softness in him. I think you should be last. I'd like you to see this. Watch your beloved master as he becomes as he should be."

"I trust him," Shadow said softly, holding onto the belief that Valyn wouldn't be able to succumb to his father's demands if they were this extreme. "I will put my life in his hands. If he kills me... I'd rather it be him then you."

"Then you are a fool." Dyran shook his head. "And I have had enough of your prattling. For now, you will be a good little hound. I will remove your collar, of course, so you will be aware and yourself when you meet your end at your master's hands."

"He won't do it," Shadow insisted, fear and doubt in the back of his mind. "I'll prove to you that he won't."

"He will. He is my son." Dyran pressed his fingers to the clasp of the collar, threading magic for it. Shadow could begin to feel what felt like wires closing in around his mind, wrapping around his thoughts.

Shadow groaned as he felt his mind being squeezed and shoved into a cage. He shook his head, trying to fight against the magic that was cutting off his personality. It was difficult to do since his magic was already hard to access but he still struggled, not wanting to make this easy for Dyran. If he was going to be culled he'd go down with a fight.

The magic worked its way deeper, twisting and choking and smothering Shadow's thoughts. But it didn't close completely. It stayed, around the perimeters of his mind, threads dug in deeper but not completely.

There was still Shadow in there, underneath it, looking out but unable to break the conditioning.

"I believe that may have it...."

No! Shadow thought as he mentally beat at the bars that held him captive. This was worse then being completely culled, he thought. He was forced to stare out of his own eyes as if he was occupying a complete stranger. Being a prisoner in his own mind made him panic and he railed against Dyran, his curses cut off by Dyran's own magic.

Shadow bowed his head, blinking slowly. "My Lord," he said, his voice almost wooden as it lacked any real emotion.

"Yes, that has it." And just in time, it seemed. The room was swimming once more, the double images separating and once more resembling 3 dimensional pictures laid on top of one another.

"Now you are as you always should have been."

The spinning room made Shadow dizzy and he closed his eyes, needing to hold his dinner down. Shadow's thoughts spun and he willed his arm to push against the straps, to free himself and lunge at Dyran but no matter how he tried he didn't have control of his arms. It was frustrating and he shouted yet no sound left his lips. Shadow was mute and only mildly winced as the scenery began to change.

When the room came into focus, it was once more the hospital treatment room, and there was no one there but the doctor. And while there was still a heavy weight around Shadow's neck, there was no collar to provide that weight.

"And how are we feeling, hmm?"

Like throwing you through the wall and lighting your damn underwear on fire you bastard.

"Tired, my lord," Shadow replied, his eyes cast downward. "I fear that there is something wrong with my nose. I am in quite a bit of pain but if my master wishes it to remain so then I will be happy to keep it that way."

"Very good." The doctor nodded and set down whatever was in his hand. The restraints withdrew, and Shadow was left freed on the table.

"I'm sure someone will be along for you soon. Remain where you are for now. I will be monitoring your progress."

Someone was coming for him? Of course they were. It was silly to think that his absence would go unnoticed. Valyn must be tearing his hair out with worry, not to mention Shana and Keman. Still, Shadow wasn't certain he wanted them to find him. He wasn't himself and the last thing he wanted was to see the look on Valyn's face when he found him collared.

And there was still the worry that Lord Dyran was lurking, waiting to strike and hurt Valyn...

He was free to move and he tried to force his body to listen to him but a stranger was in control. The stranger nodded his head and sat up, his head throbbing from the beating he had taken from Dyran's hands. "I will do as my Master wishes," the stranger murmured in Shadow's voice and he kept his head down, looking at the too-white floor of the room.

With an unseen smile and a nod, the doctor pushed the cart of tools out of the way and left the room, leaving his newly-changed patient alone on the cold steel table.

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