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#the fact that he's also incredibly self conscious and easily embarrassed doesn't help either
brutal-nemesis · 3 years
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E&T Atonement AU-Let’s Have A Look
Hee hoo I’m a cruel bitch 
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Ingredients (hoo fucking boy): noncon stripping/nudity (unsexy and not really described), muzzled, manhandling, noncon touching (unsexy but there is A Lot), Big dehumanization/objectification, needles/blood draw, mentions of human trafficking (holy FUCK I hope I got everything)
They pulled him out of bed while he was sleeping, ripping off all of his clothes before he had even fully woken up. A strip of cloth was tied around his eyes, a muzzle forced between his teeth, and away they went. Their tight grip on his arms meant he couldn’t even try to cover himself as he was dragged through the halls. When they stopped, his wrists were chained to something on either side of him, arms pulled taunt, leaving him completely exposed for who knows how many pairs of eyes. His ankles were chained down too, and a leash attached to his collar was anchored to some point above his head, forcing him to stand up straight. 
And then came the hands.
So, so many hands descended on him, touching him all over simultaneously. He could feel fingers tracing along every one of his scars, pulling and poking at every part of his exposed body. He clenched his teeth around the bit of the muzzle, eyes screwed shut behind the blindfold. They were talking, talking about him, but just as a physical thing, as an object, as a test subject. They remarked on his arm, his brand, on the prominent vivisection scar, on things they’d like to do to him.
And Neteri, oh she was there, she was letting this happen. Before, she’d hardly allowed anyone to even touch him, but now she was showing him off, letting them put their hands wherever they wanted, as long as they were gentle. She answered their questions, she pointed things out on him, and he shuddered at the jab of her finger. One of them asked for a sample of his hair, and she agreed, letting them grab a fistful and chop it off. Another asked for blood, and she drew it, jabbing him with a needle without warning. A third asked to buy him, going so far as to name a price, but she said he wasn’t for sale. 
Though perhaps, someday, he could be rented out.
He was endlessly grateful when they finally left, and he was taken away and left alone in his cell again. He ripped off the tear-soaked blindfold with shaking hands and stumbled into the bathroom, sitting down under the spray of the little rainstorm before the water had even gotten warm. He curled up and tried his best to forget the feeling of hands touching him everywhere, the humiliation of being completely naked in front of them save for a collar and muzzle, the sheer objectification of being discussed like he was just something for them to study and run tests on. His hands curled in his hair, the random patch that had been cut off all too apparent. 
At least now, the water was warm enough that he couldn’t tell it apart from his tears.
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