•~DOTTORE X READER~• His newfound expriment

🍋Annabelle😍

This is such a silly little chapter🥰🥰😻😻🩷❤️

Also TW: torture and forced dependence ⚠️

Also silly fluff/smut kinda😻

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I'm in an ocean. Everywhere I look is just water. Cold cold water that is to my chin, suffocating me as I gasp for air.

And I'm crying, but my tears burn my skin and melt my face into the pit of black water and it hurts. So badly.

I'm wearing something, but I can't tell what it is. Instead, it's a blur of disgusting color pairs with orange and brown and purple and dottore and pink and it burns my eyes to even look at it.

But my legs. My legs feel the worst, and something's tugging on them, hard.

And it's not one thing. It feels like millions millions millions of hands are grabbing onto me to bring me down to die die die.

The Grey sky is now flashing bright colors like fireworks and my tears have burned my whole face and I'm too weak to hold on and am taken under the surface to drown, but now I'm in a cage that feels so familiar yet so new and scary.

I'm starving as I watch the blurry room around me with so so so many sounds.

I scream

No one looks my way

I can't even hear myself in the ringing of my ears which are so numb I don't even have ears but I can feel the drumming of my eardrum and I'm crying again.

Somewhere my name is being shouted out.

Somewhere I can barely even recognize it.

But I turn away from it.

And I'm back there again to that day that day that day

That day.

But I'm not me. I'm just standing there as I watch as I die die die and there it is.

The stupid fucking gift.

My feet are dangling from the edge as I watch it glow so bright, so cold, so terribly.

It's like a frozen tear. So painful it stays stuck to you for the rest of your life so much you can't help but try to rip it off.

But that only would make it worse.

I want to jump and stop stop stop everything but I can't move. I can't move.

"Y/n?" I flinch at my name.

No.

"Y/n? Maybe I did accidentally kill you. Damnit"

I wake up with a jolt.

It was a dream it was a dream it was a dream

I remind myself it was just a dream.

Dottore is looking at me. Smiling even as he caresses my cheek so softly with his gloved hand.

We're in a dim room, the floor is dirty with dust and I'm crawled up in a ball on the cold cold cold cement floor.

I think it's a floor.

"I'm so glad you're awake Y/n, how did you sleep?" He talks so slow and his words are so subtle I can barely decipher them. I don't think he cares how I slept.

"What?"

"How did you sleep, dear?" His voice goes cold. "I'm very disappointed you know. It's not everyday I let an experiment go outside." You said that already. I already know that. "And you tried to run from me. Now if I'm correct, you don't understand your position here."