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Hands tied behind him? Check.
Torso chained to a chair? Check.
Feeling slightly nauseous despite the fact he’s only just woken up? Check.
He mentally sighed as he tried to sit up in his chair, shifting and adjusting his body to make himself more comfortable. Part of him’s pretty disappointed at the fact that they haven’t found him yet, though he doesn’t even know where he is, so he can’t quite fault them.
Finally opening his eyes, he scanned his surroundings, though there wasn’t much to look at in the dingy basement— he’s pretty sure it’s a basement, though he can’t exactly tell.
“Wow! You woke up pretty early this time,” a voice echoed out from behind him, Harvard craning his head upwards to see the woman staring down at him. She wore a surgical mask over her nose and mouth, and he could feel rubber gloves touch his arms. She took a few steps backwards, bending down behind him before heading to the front of the room, his gaze following her as she walked.
“I thought I’d try something new today, but don’t worry,” she shook the tray in her hand, metal tools hitting against each other, “I’ve done this before.” It sounded like a blatant lie, a shitty way of easing his nerves before she enacted whatever torture method she came up with, but he still had no clue just what she was going to do.
Clown dragged a small bedside table behind her, stationing it beside Harvard and setting her tools down. He couldn’t make out the full expression on her face, but her eyes showed nothing but pure glee and curiosity. His eyes wandered towards the tray of tools, his gaze landing on a scalpel before he was forced to look forward.
A clamp-like thing was placed on his right eye, painfully forcing it open as Clown waved at him, reaching for a tool. It took a second for everything to register, panic shooting through his body as he noticed the small knife hovering above his eye.
“The less you struggle, the less this will hurt, okay?” She smiled, showing all her teeth before dropping it, muttering, “Well, it’ll probably hurt anyway; I don’t really feel like wasting sedatives for this.”
He could barely get a protest out before a scream erupted from his throat, the knife lodged into his eye socket causing unimaginable pain throughout his whole body. Warm blood down from his right eye, his left one snapped shut in a feeble attempt to block out the pain. Tears blocked his vision for the most part, a blurry version of Clown leaning over him.
The pain seemed to momentarily take the back seat as a discomforting feeling became more present, the foreign object in his eye socket making him weirdly itchy. His arms unconsciously reached for the knife, the rope digging into his wrists as a whine escaped his lips.
Another moment of pain passed, before his vision completely disappeared, Clown chuckling in front of him. Fingers clawed at his right eye, tugging at something enough to cause more discomfort and pain, before something slimy passed through his eyelids (he knew what it was, but the less he thought about it the better).
He finally got the courage to open his other eye, a good chunk of his vision missing with the rest of it blurry and strained. His right eye—does it still count as his eye if it’s gone, he doesn’t know—throbbed with pain, his mind no longer distracted enough to try and block it out. Blood continued to slowly stream from his empty eye socket, which was still being held open, and he could feel some of it drip onto and stain his clothes.
A feeling of lightheadedness washed over him, his body leaning forward as he fell unconscious, the quiet dripping of his blood being the last thing he could hear before he closed his eye.
When he awoke, his vision was completely gone, a piece of cloth being used to block both his vision and the blood coming from his right eye. His arms seemed to no longer be restrained, his legs being tied instead. The sound of footsteps became louder and louder before stopping in front of him, something light being placed in his lap.
“Eat up, Harvard! I can’t have you going hungry while you’re with me, and you especially need to eat after what happened earlier,” Clown’s faux cheery voice told him, forcing a fork into his hand.
He opened his mouth to comment about his lack of vision, only for Clown to speak up before him, “Oh right, silly me. Completely forgot about…y’know.” Holding his hand, she guided him to stab something with his fork, letting go of him once it was secured.
“I’m not gonna force you to eat it…but if you do, I’ll remove the blindfold, okay? I want you to cooperate with me a little here, it’s no fun when you’re constantly defiant.”
So he’d regain his partial sight, but he’d have to eat whatever she put in front of him. She seems to want to keep him alive for now, so the odds of it being poisoned are slim. Plus, whatever it was seemed small, so if it tasted bad he wouldn’t have to eat a lot of it.
Hesitantly, he guided the fork towards his mouth, biting off about half of it. He chewed it, moving it around in his mouth to try and figure out what it was.
It tasted like pork, yet it was too crunchy to be meat unless Clown simply sucked at cooking. As he chewed it, the part of the texture seemed to change, becoming more mushy in some parts. Nothing he’s eaten before tasted like this, and it wasn’t particularly tasty either, so he put down his fork on what he assumed was the plate in front of him.
“Was it good?” The voice seemed to be right in front of his face, and he could feel the bandana on his face start to loosen.
“What even was it?” She stepped away from him as the bandana fell, Harvard’s eye having to adjust to the light before he could really look at things. In his lap laid the bandana, which covered up whatever was on his plate.
The lack of response made his stomach turn, Clown only smiling at him as he cautiously lifted up the piece of cloth to reveal whatever he just ate. The plate was completely bare excluding the fork, which had half of a white shiny ball on it. He grabbed the fork, lifting it up and turning it to examine what was on it.
Half of a bright blue iris stared back at him.
His stomach churned, the implications setting in as his grip on the fork weakened. The utensil fell back into his lap, only to be immediately grabbed by someone else. His arms were forced behind his back, a zip tie going around his wrists once again. They grabbed his face, forcing him to look up, putting the fork right in front of his mouth.
“I asked you if you liked it.” His unfocused eye stared at Clown, his mind too stuck on the fact that he just ate part of his own eye to register her question. She forced his head up and down, using the same hand to wipe the sides of his mouth.
“You did?” A smile broke out on her face, Harvard trying his best to break away from her hold and shake his head. She moved his head up and down again, tightening her hold before moving her hands to his lips, forcing them open.
“Say ahhh for me,” she cooed, moving the fork closer to his mouth. He tried to fight, squirming in his seat and aimlessly trying to kick her, though none of it deterred her. The half-eyeball passed his lips, his teeth accidentally biting into it.
The taste of copper flooded his senses, the same crunchy and mushy texture being forced back onto his tongue. His throat burned as he tried to choke back tears, bile rising as he opened his mouth to vomit. A hand covered his mouth as he tried to expel everything from his stomach, Clown’s smile staying plastered on her face the whole time.
Eventually, he was forced to just swallow everything, the meaty copper taste sticking with his taste-buds. He doubts any amount of water could ever wash away the aftertaste, and he finally went limp after what felt like hours of thrashing around.
“Oh good job Harvard, you ate it all up,” she wiped the tears away from his eye, still keeping her other hand under his chin. Once she let go, he let his head fall as he dry heaved, praying that something would come out.
She started to walk away from him, grabbing the utensil and plate from his lap, and made her way towards the light switch. “I’ll see you in the morning, don’t oversleep.” She flicked the switch down before leaving him alone in the dark once again.