Novalunosis | Wanderer x Reader | GENSHIN IMPACT

29 - Crimson Eyes

A finger lifts your chin up. Your heart sinks deeper, if even possible, while your throat goes dry.

Met with red eyes just filled with pure evil, you're immediately overcome with disgust. Yanking your head away, you spit out, "Don't you dare fucking touch me!"

"You can talk. How wonderful," Dottore's sharp teeth shine as he grins from ear to ear. "I'm going to have to in order to heal what was broken. Unfortunately, I cannot preform surgery on your heart without killing you."

"You're disgusting."

"Not the worst thing I've heard," he shrugs, quickly taking off your cuffs and jacket. He guides you to lay down on the table. With questions and protests coming from you, he simply proceeds to strap you against the cold furniture, then clamps your hands and ankles in metal cuffs attached to the table.

The bright white light above you burns your eyes, yet you refuse to look elsewhere. God knows what kind of horrid experiments or weird shit in glass bottles are sitting around this room.

A needle is inserted into your arm and you grind your teeth together, a short feeling of pain flooding into your veins.

"Wh.."

He leans over you, blocking out the light. "Something new I came up with. To help fix cracked or broken bones."

"Oh..." You utter weakly as he moves away. "So you're not drugging me?"

"Not yet!"

"Fuck you...'n your ugly ass bulging eyeballs...haha, where'd your mask go?"

Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see Dottore smiling as he looks at a bottle of what you assume to be a weird liquid, colored blue like the sky. "It's only us, (Y/n). No other watching eyes...oh, and I guess it's because I can see what I'm doing more clearly."

"Well...you're ugly as fuck."

"You cuss an awful lot," he inserts a needle into the top of the small bottle. "Keep quiet or I might mess this up."

His voice sends shivers down your aching spine.

Dottore approaches the side of the table, flicking the needle a few times before saying, "This'll even your temperatures so I can conduct experiments accurately."

"Wha...but I..." You stare at the sharp object in horror. "I only needed my ribs to be healed! The-...the Tsaritsa didn't say anything else!"

He tilts his head, another grins slowly forming on his sickenly pale face. "Oh...that's too bad! You're going to be my toy and experiment today. As long as you come out dressed like a doll, smiling like a doll, and moving like a doll, then there's no issue!"

"No...no, no," you begin rocking back in fourth, attempting to pry your arms and legs away from the table, but the metal clamps keep you in place. "No!"

"Stay still or something very bad will hap-" something catches Dottore's attention. You watch him bend over and pick up a few slim- shit. Shit. It's the photos. They must've fell out of your jacket when he threw it on the table.

"Mmm, what're these? Pictures?" He mutters, leaning against the metal table you're on. He flips through them, studying them carefully.

You dread what comes next.

"Who is this?" Dottore's voice peaks amusement as he shows you the photo. "Never seen him before, but he's sitting next to Tartaglia and Rosalyne in a Fatui coat."

You stay silent.

The man glances over at you, raising a brow. "Not gonna answer?"

Your heart thuds in your chest, but your lips don't part.