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“P-please…stop…”
What fight he had left was all but gone, letting the hand that gripped their arm let go with a pathetic slump.
And of course they didn’t react, kneeling over his quivering and bleeding from, with that same, almost blank, face that had been staring down at him ever since he was dragged into the back of this van.
As if his booth wasn’t enough to perform their torture, or perhaps to ensure that once they were done with him, there wouldn’t be any kind of evidence left behind of their crimes.
“...just…” he mumbled, cradling the stub that was once his left hand against his chest. “...why are you doing this? I gave you…everything I own. What else do you want?”
The Player never answered, not like Harvey expected them to, instead lifting up the hand that held the final weapon they were able to spend their click earned money on.
The gun, which Harvey thought would’ve ended his misery if it weren’t for The Player making the unexpected choice of tossing him into their van without a second thought, taking him to the middle of who even knows to continue this sick game without any worry of witnesses.
Or perhaps to enact a dark urge on their own terms.
“Y-you, you wouldn’t, would you?” Harvey nervously begged, his only eye welling up with tears. “Haven’t you, put me through…enough?”
The barrel remained pointed straight at him, Harvey unable to contain the sob he’d been choking back any longer.
“...fine, just…make it quick…”
Harvey shut his eye, bracing himself for the sweet release of death.
Until he felt something on his head, forcing himself away from the touch, the sensation returning quickly after.
It patted him, threaded itself through what strands of hair were left on his head, treated him with a kind of softness he hadn’t felt in this past hour, or was it longer than that? Regardless, he leaned into the touch, as much as he wished he didn’t.
Especially when he dared open his only eye, finding The Player was…petting him, their face still blank but with the faint hint of a smile.
“Wh-what? Is this?” he croaked. “Why?”
The Player responded in kind by removing their hand, Harvey already missing the touch he should be despising.
“Whatever game you’re playing, please. I just had…enough…”
The Player moved back to leave the van, not seeming to worry about Harvey attempting to escape in his current state as they slammed the door, Harvey listening to the crunching of gravel before hearing the driver’s side door open, The Player taking a moment to get the van working before driving off once more.
Their van filled with bags of all the money they could ever want, including the amount needed for the operation, as well as a new plaything to make and break as they saw fit.
All Harvey could do now was wish that whatever they had next, it wouldn’t hurt too much.