The White Pill (Ruvik X Reader)

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Olá. /o/

Here goes the third.

Enjoy it and have a nice (whatever time of day it is).

~Reader~

You went down the stairway running cheerfully. Trying to put a confident face on, and hoping he wouldn't notice your red eyes. He was not supposed to discover about your weaknesses, nor about your demons.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs he waved at you from a door at the corridor to your right. He was wearing a dark red – same shade as yours – shirt instead of that white one of the past night. But as before, his expression was cold and unreadable.

"Good morning, Mr. Ruvik." He was standing next to a big dining table with his back facing you, when you walked inside the room. "Did you have a good night asleep?"

He turned to you and gestured to a armchair before saying:

"Sit down." You saw a plate on the table. It was filled with tubes, syringes, needles and ampoules. "We'll start soon."

You slowed your pace as you looked at the armchair. It had leather straps onto its armrests and onto its front legs. It looked like a torture machine.

"Should I be worried that you are going to tie me to this thing?" You looked back at him. "I thought you were going to help me recover."

He let out a exasperated sigh while filling one of the syringes with a translucent liquid.

"I said sit down." He looked up at you taking the air out of the syringe and walking into your direction. "Didn't you hear me?"

His face went down upon you, his gaze sending shivers down your spine while you tried to back away. But all your effort was in vain.

"This will cease the pain for now." He grabbed your left arm roughly and pressed the needle against your skin, making the metal slowly pierce through your flesh. "And will also give your body the nutrients it needs to stay alive. I'll give you one of these twice a day until you can eat again."

"Ow..." You winced. Your eyes were flooded again, but just one lonely tear rolled down your cheek. "I hate needles..."

Ruvik pulled the syringe back after injecting its liquid.

"Did any needle ever done bad to you?" He asked in a low calm voice. Almost playfully.

"Uh, yeah? It did just hurt my arm." You said finally sitting on the armchair Ruvik had pointed before.

"No, that was actually me." He said as he began to wrap the straps around your wrists. "Not the needle's fault."

You looked up at him with a confused look.

"Remind me why being tied up is necessary."

"It's to keep you from getting yourself hurt. I'll explain." Ruvik positioned another chair right in front of yours. "There are usually two tests before connecting a subject to the STEM, which is the reason why you are here. Normally I would do a physical test first, but in your current state that will be impossible. So we are going to start with the psychological one instead."

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Oh, how kind of him. You felt something scratching at the back of your mind. Concerned about killing his new pet...

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You tensed up. That voice at the back of your head...

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