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Pest tore at skin and flesh. His claws dug into his own body, desperate to get rid of the dirtiness that tainted his body. He could feel the rottenness from where they poked and prodded and cut, all of the filth spreading through his veins.
He felt disgusting. They had ripped him open, treating him like a mildly amusing toy. And he couldn’t do anything.
Even his own mind had turned against him. He could hear a whisper in the back of his mind and a figure flickering into his vision. It was gone everything single time he whirled around to face it.
Blood ran down his arms, staining his clothes, just like they had stained his soul. He wanted to rip it out, before they tainted him again. If he didn’t rid himself of it now, it would be too late.
Blood pooled around him and hands held him down, shouts and yells sounding distant and far under the sound of his beating heart.
His heart fluttered with fear, and he fought, claws swinging wildly.
It seemed like only moments later when he was strapped down on a table again. He struggled, claws reaching for any source of purchase that could help him get away.
Then, they dug their stained scalpels and needles into his body.
He sat in the corner of his cell, claws twitching. He was tainted with whatever they had. Those monsters.
“…Or are you the monster now?” his mind(?) whispered treacherously.” Look at the way they stared at you.”
Pest shrank, bringing his knees up to his chest.
He would forever have to endure this pain and rot and dirtiness. They would never let him leave their grasp.
Pest fell to the floor in defeat and closed his eyes.
He swore he saw a figure, with a manic glee in her eye, watching from afar.
