AN: Dedicated to Alex, my Vash-san, for her happy birthday. Here is your kiss, love.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun
Ten Seconds of Manipulation
"It will happen soon. I shouldn't say when…the pain will only be worse if you are expecting it."
Yes sir. Of course, sir. You're right, sir. Whatever you say. Sir.
"Now, don't move of course. That wouldn't be good. Just…stay where you are."
She did as told, and stayed where she was. She couldn't have moved anyway. The leather took care of that. The table was hard against her back, but he had said that it was worth it to lay down. The pain would be less that way.
He took a few steps closer to her, he was standing over her now. Immediately above her she could see the machine, but that was obscured. Forgotten. All she saw was him, standing to her right; looking at her. Into her.
10
There was a buzzing. In her ears. She could idly sense that he was doing something to her - messing with her brain, just fucking with her - but there was no focus. The thought never sunk in.
9
Things were flashing. Like watching an old movie, the grains of film obscuring the image. Everything turned gold for a moment. She came out of the depths of his eye, and tried to focus. But she could only see his face.
8
It was as if he was closer now. Hovering over her now. Just his head. His face. His eye.
7
Things were frayed at the edges. She could see the ocean that was his hair, and the brilliance that was his eye, and she couldn't see the room. She couldn't see the leather. She couldn't see herself. There was no focus. He was smiling. Almost.
6
Slightly blurry. Only a little bit. But he was still there, and he was still looking at her, and he was still getting closer to her if ever it was humanly possible.
5
Flicking on and off, her vision was giving way to her brainwaves. She could see him from above. Like an out of body experience and a bird's-eye view of disaster. The thought of drugs never reached her brain, it was stopped in the process. Everything was. It all but stopped processing.
4
Which is what he wanted.
3
She couldn't whimper out the word 'Sir.' His lips were firmly over hers. She could hardly breathe. She couldn't taste. But had she been able to move, she would have whimpered.
2
The blood in her veins stopped flowing, her heart froze. His hair. The eye that she had never seen, she saw. There was his eye. And his eye. And it was…gold. There was no difference. He had two eyes. They were almost normal.
1
"You're mine now, bitch."
Right eye blind.
Screams echoed for over an hour, and at the far side of the room, where he had been standing since he had locked her in place, Legato Bluesummers stood without remorse. He had created another demon for Him.
"Get up." A crack like a whip. No emotion.
"Yes, master. Whatever you say, Master."