damned_institute | Night 48: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Kio]

Like a butterfly, trapped and pinned, kept spread for onlookers so all could admire and be dazzled by the design on its back, he lay exposed for prying eyes, nothing keeping him safe from what was about to happen. Unlike the butterflies his friend both loved and loathed, this specimen was painted artificially as if he were trying to draw in attention by adorning himself, trying to attract...something. What that was, however, remained a mystery. Or that was what the man who lay sedated, chained and bound to the table face down probably hoped.

What beautiful lies could the doctor pull out of this one tonight? He'd been through the rounds so many times, trying to find different ways to implant something permanent in the patients here, but this time it was different. This time? It was all for fun.

No greater purpose, no higher goal to achieve, but plain old fun.

It wasn't often a doctor had that opportunity, and when this one's name had come up? He'd leapt at the chance, devoured it greedily and now, he had his beautiful specimen laid out in front of him.

The doctor grinned, adorned as he was in a labcoat - pure white, not a spot on it, perfectly pressed and cleaned - and shadows - dark, deep, impenetrable shadow. He walked in a slow circle around the sleeping man, humming to himself as he went. Soon, he would wake. Soon.

Then the real fun would begin.

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He couldn't remember waking up at all. It was too much of a dream. Had he even had food to eat? Kio couldn't tell where the dream ended and reality took place, but as he opened his eyes and looked around the room, his breath caught in his throat. He had never been on this side of the Institute, but listening to enough gossip made him aware of where he was. Disciplinary Therapy. They had finally caught up.

He seemed to be lying on his stomach, his top half naked. The air was chilly, small goosebumps appearing on his body. He couldn't tell if it was cold or fear. It was too dark to see anything, to dark to see a door, a window, a possibility of escape. There was, however, humming. He could hear it from far off, as if through cotton. Kio tried to look around, but his neck was so stiff every little movement hurt.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" They hadn't just left him here, had they? He was panicking and he knew it. But it seemed the only sane thing to do.

Awake. The little rat was awake and the maze was about to begin. All that remained was opening the gates and allowing the little mouse to begin running endlessly, bashing into walls and dead ends in the fruitless search for a prize at the end. How long would the rat run until he figured out there was no escape, no prize? Only death awaited him in this perfectly constructed maze.

Oh, but he wasn't a rat, was he? The doctor stopped when Kio spoke up, grinning to himself in the darkness. No, he wasn't a rat. He was a butterfly. Pinned for all to see in a museum somewhere. A lifeless representation of artificial beauty.

"Yes, there is," the doctor said after a moment. "Afraid you'd be left alone here, Kaido Kio? Afraid people would forget you? Not notice you? Hardly. We could never leave you alone. Not when you have such an...eye-catching design."

At his feet now, the doctor moved up to Kio's side, running the tip of a scalpel very lightly over his skin - not to cut, but just to let Kio know what was coming. Pain. Endless hours of pain and then defeat. "Painted up for all to see, is that it?"

The voice which spoke to him still had no face. For all he knew, it could be coming from the walls. And still Kio couldn't let fear get the best of him. No matter what, he had to stay calm and collected. He had to wait for help, whenever that may come. He felt so open and vulnerable, like an exhibit in a museum, a shirtless statue of a long-fallen deity.

How arrogant to think such thought. "I am not afraid of you," he said simply. He was more afraid of what this would do to Sou--. The words finally sounded in his ears. Alone? Forgotten. He bit his lip. "He hasn't forgotten me," he whispered softly, hoping he wouldn't be hurt.

It was the tip of the scalpel running down his skin, giving him goosebumps. It was then that his eyes opened and he stared out in fear. He shivered. They were going to sever the only thing that connected him directly to Soubi. "No. It's to remind me of the beauty in the world." He tried to sound strong, but it came out shaky. Kio was afraid.

Not afraid of him? What a lie. The doctor stopped moving and pressed the scalpel a little deeper into Kio's skin, not enough to break it, but enough to let the man feel the pain and the sharpness of the knife. Just one small push and he'd be able to cut through him into his back. Enough of a push and he could sever the spinal cord, rendering Kio an invalid for life. "Then why hasn't he come? Why has no one come for you?"

For just a moment, the doctor let all sound stop in the room. There was no sound of anyone pounding on the door. No one calling Kio's name. Not even the sound of people moving about in the outside room. Whether this was real or another trick the doctor had prepared, however, was left to Kio's imagination.

"How unfortunate."

The doctor couldn't help but chuckle a little at that as he pulled the scalpel away. The way Kio's voice shook, the very fact he was hiding behind his bravado and his blind faith in his so-called friends, was amusing enough to keep the quiet laughter going. "Are you sure it isn't to remind you that you have some tie to him? I wonder...when this is gone - will he still find you interesting?"

Setting the scalpel down, the doctor picked up a bottle of iodine and began to spread the chilly disinfectant over Kio's back. "You know, we're supposed to use lasers for tattoo removal. It's the prescribed practice and all, but it's just...no fun at all, now is it? We're going to experiment a bit, Kaido Kio. You and I. We're going to play a little game. I have this bet you see, a bet that says I have the steadiest hands here. You're going to hope that I'm right. So don't move. Or I might just slip and cut something...unfortunate."

Night 48: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Kio]

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