𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 // 𝟬𝟬𝟭

Cₕₐₚₜₑᵣ ₈

𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚:

Waves of electricity explored my body, uncomfortably of course.

Doctor Brenner deemed it necessary to treat me to some electroshock therapy after the incident with 002 earlier.

He believed I had put his life in jeopardy and that we could've lost a very crucial candidate, one that a lot of time and effort had been spent on.

Bullshit.

Although every inch of my body tinged with pain, all I could think about was her.

I was doing this for her.

Two guards pulled me down the hallway by my arms and eventually into my room with sleeping Aurelia.

As soon as the guards had left, she sprung up and came to my side.

She gently brushed my hair out of my face and then noticed the small cuts all over my face.

Her face quickly morphed into a concerned one.

She rushes over to a cabinet and starts rifling through the draws, in search of something.

I only stay lay down, with one arm falling off the bed, too weak to move.

Eventually she comes back with a first aid kit.

𝘼𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖'𝙨 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚:

I rush back over to Peter. gently straddling his lower stomach whilst unloading the small first aid kit on the bed beside us.

He groaned slightly as I begin dapping his open wounds with a tissue.

"This is going to hurt."

I state plainly, not wanting to sugar coat the truth.

I used a bit of rubbing alcohol and wash away the blood on his face.

He growled, then averted his eyes from the wall, straight into my mine.

I put the tissues down and stared back at him.

"What happened?"

I ask innocently, taking his weak hands into mine.

"It was a punishment for hurting 002 earlier."

He explains briefly.

"But... He deserved it."

He just nods.

"Is there anything I could do?"

I ask, squeezing his hands gently.

"I... have a few ideas."

He says, a small smirk began to form on his face.

Peter sat up quickly, resting his back on the cold metal frame behind him. He placed his hands on my ass and pulled my closer to him.

He let out a small groan as I cupped his face in my hands and began planting small kisses all over his face, accidentally getting blood on my lips.

He licks my lips passionately then, flips me over so that I'm underneath him.

He crawls over me then rests his pelvis against mine, I felt his boner.

I let out a small breathy moan as Peter begins biting at my neck. leaving small streaks of blood from his fresh cuts on my jugular.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lock onto his lips.
After a while, I escape his grip and walk backwards until my I hit a wall.

Peter sinks his head into his pillow and groans loudly.

He then repositions himself to sit at the edge  of the bed.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

Peter asks, clearly agitated.
I stay quiet, titling my head to one side and furrowing my eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that."

Peter orders me plainly.

I could sense his disappointment, but I could also sense it wouldn't be disappointment for much longer.