When he had first awoken to the smooth tones of that woman, he had tried to escape. He was no fool, he had heard that voice before on the phone, and he knew that now, it was his turn to be put under the knife. Restraints kept him nailed down though, and he had no power to escape. Even the Gunslinger failed to break through the bindings. He was well and truly trapped, and at the mercy of Dr Johnson.
Doctor? No. Monster.
He didn't know how long his own "surgery" had taken, but it had been nothing short of sheer, unimaginable, torture. No painkillers, no anesthetics, and Engie was too proud to ask for any. He screamed. Yes, he did. Screamed till his throat was hoarse and raw, but he would never bend to the enemy. At least, while the only thing she was doing was peeling away skin and flesh. He assumed that she was going to do to him what she had done to Picky: take out his organs, or maybe even replace them. That he could deal with: he was blown up on a daily basis back home, he could deal with a few missing limbs, hell, even a kidney or a liver.
But he had come close to breaking point when she started welding the metal to his bone. He had never suffered so much pain, not even when he was being set aflame by an enemy Pyro. At least the BLU was intent on finishing him off as quick as possible; she seemed happy to draw out the process for as long as she could. All his nerves were literally screaming as the metal merged with his body, and Engie screamed along till he could scream no more. He trashed around in his bonds like a wild animal but to no avail. The drones just slammed him face down on the operating table and pinned him there while she worked. Maybe she was even humming at one point: he couldn't tell. The pain overpowered all his senses, till the only thing he could see, hear, taste, feel, smell, was his own fear, humiliation and suffering. He cried as he had never cried before, and when he had no more tears all he could do was hang his head miserably and scream in silence.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
A few hours later, and the surgery was done. By then his whole body was limp, and he offered no more resistance. Oddly enough, it was only when he had finally stopped struggling did they undo his restraints. Barely, he knew that the gurney was being moved. Did he hear someone call out in a cheery voice, "Next?" He felt a chill along his injured spine.
The door opened before him, and he was wheeled to a corner and left there. Exhausted, in severe pain, and emotionally defeated, he just lay there and closed his eyes. He needed rest. He could figure out how to remove those things on his back later, but right now, he just really, really needed to come to terms with what had just happened.
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When he had first awoken to the smooth tones of that woman, he had tried to escape. He was no fool, he had heard that voice before on the phone, and he knew that now, it was his turn to be put under the knife. Restraints kept him nailed down though, and he had no power to escape. Even the Gunslinger failed to break through the bindings. He was well and truly trapped, and at the mercy of Dr Johnson.
Doctor? No. Monster.
He didn't know how long his own "surgery" had taken, but it had been nothing short of sheer, unimaginable, torture. No painkillers, no anesthetics, and Engie was too proud to ask for any. He screamed. Yes, he did. Screamed till his throat was hoarse and raw, but he would never bend to the enemy. At least, while the only thing she was doing was peeling away skin and flesh. He assumed that she was going to do to him what she had done to Picky: take out his organs, or maybe even replace them. That he could deal with: he was blown up on a daily basis back home, he could deal with a few missing limbs, hell, even a kidney or a liver.
But he had come close to breaking point when she started welding the metal to his bone. He had never suffered so much pain, not even when he was being set aflame by an enemy Pyro. At least the BLU was intent on finishing him off as quick as possible; she seemed happy to draw out the process for as long as she could. All his nerves were literally screaming as the metal merged with his body, and Engie screamed along till he could scream no more. He trashed around in his bonds like a wild animal but to no avail. The drones just slammed him face down on the operating table and pinned him there while she worked. Maybe she was even humming at one point: he couldn't tell. The pain overpowered all his senses, till the only thing he could see, hear, taste, feel, smell, was his own fear, humiliation and suffering. He cried as he had never cried before, and when he had no more tears all he could do was hang his head miserably and scream in silence.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
A few hours later, and the surgery was done. By then his whole body was limp, and he offered no more resistance. Oddly enough, it was only when he had finally stopped struggling did they undo his restraints. Barely, he knew that the gurney was being moved. Did he hear someone call out in a cheery voice, "Next?" He felt a chill along his injured spine.
The door opened before him, and he was wheeled to a corner and left there. Exhausted, in severe pain, and emotionally defeated, he just lay there and closed his eyes. He needed rest. He could figure out how to remove those things on his back later, but right now, he just really, really needed to come to terms with what had just happened.