Warning : sexual, abuse and triggering thoughts
"And i bleed when i break down."
Metal trapped your wrist to the arm chair, chains tied around your body and locks everywhere around you. You glared as you tried to break free from the trap your in but you can't. George laugh at your attempt.
"Ah, (Y/n). What're you doing to me?" He cooed, twirling a strand of your hair, causing you to growl.
His maid laughed at your reaction, before going back to pushing a few buttons and levers. George let out a sigh and peck your forehead, a chill went up to your spine in a disgusted way.
"Ahhhh, something so rare cannot be wasted." He muttered.
"And what rare are you referring to?" You scowled.
"Haven't I told you that your the only one who manage to resist my charm?" He answered, in an obvious tone.
You rolled your eyes.
"Thats because your looks matter nothing." You sassed.
"My, you never understood, do you?" He sighed then looked over to his shoulder, giving his maid a nod.
The maid noted the small message then went over to an object covered in white blankets and you suddenly felt disgusted of what you just saw.
The maid pulled down the blankets, showing a glass tank and inside are full of girls in your age. They all seem savage and a bit showing but what made you disgusted is that every girls looked at George and started to scream.
"George!!! I love you, your my everything! Please love me!"
"Who is she? George, she's not the one for you!"
"Your so handsome! I love you."
"Take my life, George!"
You instantly wish you were deaf because the girls are screaming desperately at George like die-hard fans. Infact some of them even lower there clothing just to show there cleavage and even a little bit of there tits. Yo squinted your eyes shut to block the view.
"Ok, cover it, its ruining the sight." George scowled, demanding his maid.
The maid happily covered the tank with the same blanket and went back to adjusting the levers. George went back to you and let out a tiring sigh.
"Now you see what I mean? Thats why I chose you because there intense feelings isn't perfect for the data and my machine." He explained.
"Machine?" You raised your eyebrow.
"Now, now, we're chit-chatting too long, we should be starting now." George clapped.
You were going to say something but the maid immediately slap an electric tape at your mouth, causing moans and muffle to be heard. Groaning, you watch him pick up a random syringe and walked over to you, pressing the needle in your shoulder.
"Great, I'm now his human experiment." You thought.
Experiment . . .
Rick . . .
Oh right, Rick. His surprise. Just perfect, your completely armless, trapped and you don't even know where you are.
Alice
Mad Hatter
Why are you suddenly thinking back in your past? Weren't you thinking about Rick just a while ago?
Snake bites
"Hmehme." You suddenly giggled, thinking snake bites are quite funny.
Ok, something's up.
Fart jokes
You laughed loudly at the tape thats blocking your mouth so you arched your back and looked up at the ceiling, laughing.
"Bipolarity and flashbacks started to kick in." The maid announced.
How come you don't care anymore of what they're doing to you? What happen if your mom and dad are real psychopaths? What is Rick's natural hair color thou?
"(Y/n)! Its the damn syringe thats kicking in." You snapped.
Sadly its too late. Suddenly you were treated with cold water, surprising you and tried to escape from the chair. But you cant. After a hellish minute passed by, the chair lifted up, causing you to gasp air.
"Oh, Mad Hatter." George chanted, while spinning his spoon in a tea cup.
You panted for air, your eyes bore to the stirring sounds that George is doing. You cant help but to slowly get mesmerized on how he stirred the spoon, why is it so satisfying?
SPLASH!
Suddenly the water greeted you harshly. You gagged and could spot a few bubbles blocking your sight, you struggle again, feeling your lungs suffering and being in pure pain.
What is this feeling?
Why do you feel like your gonna die right now?
Its so dark in here, to be honest. You could feel a hellish lonely feeling across your chest, getting the desire to escape.
What is this?
Dug-dug . . . dug-dug . . .
SPLASH!
"GHAK!" You gagged loudly again as you felt the air filling in your lungs again. Dripplets of water are sliding of you, you looked back at George in a tired pained expression.
"Ahhh, its working." He grinned. Then snap his fingers again which caused your heart to halt once the water dangerously trapped you again.
Your getting really insane. He's repeating this process over and over again but why? For what?
Then the drowning thing keeps going and going.
Again
SPLASH!
Again
SPLASH!
And again
SPLASH!
Dug . . . dug . . .
"So this is the feeling of weakness?" Your thoughts wandered, letting your view be dull and hopeless.
"It feels . . ."
Dug . . . . . . . dug . . . . . . dug . . . . .
"So . . ."
Dug . . . . . . . . . . . dug
"Peaceful . . ."
"And . . ."
"Weird . . ."
"Sir, I think she passed out." The maid turned to George and informed as she reviewed the data and status that you were in right now.
"Hmmm," he let out a hum and nodded. "Ok, lift her up now. I guess she's ready for the next experiment." George ordered.
The maid nodded at him and pulled up the lever. Water splashes everywhere as the chair lifted up, showing you in a vulnerable and unconscious self. George smiled and walked over to you.
"You never know how much I love a psychopath like you." He cooed, caressing your cold wet cheeks.
"Ahh~ dont worry, my Mad Hatter, once its all done, I'll take care of you." He muttered, he tiptoed and plant a small and gentle kiss on your cheeks.
"George." Suddenly he jolted in surprise and looked over to his shoulder to see a man who called himself
"The devil." George acknowleged. Then he turned his body to him and walked away from you.
"How's the experiment going?" He asked.
"Oh, well its going as smoothly as it is, sir." George smirked.
"Good." The devil nodded and glared. "I can finally have my revenge on Rick Sanchez." He gritted grudgefully.