enchante

━━ "gentlest" affliction.

"STOP, MY LORD! PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! IT HURTS!" THE CLANGOR RESONANCE of fetters, iron cuffs, and chains rang through each vertex of Dottore's stygian space as the lady lying still above the hydraulic electric bed writhed with all her strength to get off from the silver cuffs holding her still.

From the constant squirms, her whole body already came feeble from the grievous sensation of those thousand sting all over her nerves, insides, and skin - the affliction was unbearable, too appalling, and the way Dottore paid her no fret is too inhumane as well.

"Will she not perish from the grave throe? Her body seemed fragile, it may give up in the middle of our operation and we might not acquire any answers at all." One of the segments asked yet, he soon shut his lips tight when Dottore's head tilted to look at him for seconds.

The latter need not to open his mouth, give him a demeanor or retort because one look is enough for the clone to sense what kind of reply Dottore gave him - she will take it, that's what the Doctor's peers meant.

"I don't know anything! P-please believe me! I'm yet to know why the Cryo Archon wants me! Please! Let go!" Y/n cried out again not only from the feeling of the unbearable electricity swivering through her whole body but also the embarrassment of being seen almost naked by the Doctor and his clones. He's a Doctor, it has to be normal, but the fact that she has not once permitted them to do this is enough for her to feel violated and obstructed. Though, like how the situation is right now, she can't fight back for her own rights whatever happens.

Dottore remained stoic, unnerving, and cold from the painful cries of the lady, he continuef with the torture until her mind or mouth gives him answers. He will force it out of her.

Although it kind of stung his heart that he had to do this or went up to this extent, he has no choice but to continue out of sheer perplexity on what the lady has in store for the Cryo Archon to keep her. It's too out of nowhere for Tsaritsa to cherish a mutt from the outskirts after all.

"Can't you just say why Tsaritsa wants you here? Don't you have a secret about it?" The second clone who's getting wary of the lady's health asked her discreetly, unseen by Dottore because if the latter sees him all worried for y/n, he might just disappear at that instant.

"I told you! I know nothing! I promise! Under the name of all the Archons, I'm telling the t-tru-ah! Help!" She shrieked in pain, tears poured out of her eyes, teeth gritting on one another as her body quivered and still from the constant shockwave - it was also maybe the pathetic sight of her that had Dottore motioning his hands to halt the operation. He remained apathetic but he ceased every single one of his clones from working on the machinery just to near himself on the bed before looking at the wreckage he made out of y/n.

"Dress her up, pick something that would suit her." He commanded, his timber remained the same as how it was previously as he stared at y/n whilst her eyes slowly closed from the exhaustion. Shifting on his back, he then dragged the curtains to cover them so he would see none of her skin as his clones put her back in her clothes.

Sighing heavily, he groaned from hours and hours of electrifying and examining her yet, he found no answers - she knows nothing as well at all.

"I warned all of you before the decree for her capture that she knows nothing. If Tsaritsa senses that Lady Y/n is merely holding onto her own consciousness, she will question everyone's involvement in this idiocy. Are you pleading to follow Signora?" Somebody said from the rear of the room where the door of Dottore's chambers lies, it was Arlecchino crossing her arms as she stared at the curtains covering y/n's body. She knew already that the silence around the room might mean that the Lady might've passed out from the pain.