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This world was wrong. Kyo's shoulders shook, blood dripped onto the floor, her chest heaved in time with the droplets, a mess of liquids decorating the floor. She tried to turn away, but it felt disrespectful in a way. This was her fault, it was always her fault. "Why?" Kyo's voice trembled and her one available hand balled into a fist, shaking. "Why?" Kyo asked once more, louder this time. Didn't he think that losing her good arm was punishment enough? "It was bemusing, how she begged." Thirteen spoke instead, walking around the table. There was not a fleck of blood on him despite the torture. "Not crying for you or the other humans, but a Rem." Rem? That was Pariya's sister, it only made sense that she would call out to her when scared.
Thirteen grabbed her by the shoulder and steered her away from the room, taking her back towards the room with its window seat and quiet solitude. Lunch waited for them on a table, but Kyo wasn't hungry. "She didn't mean anything, Pariya is harmless." She mumbled, uncertain what this would mean for her friend. The two of them sat at a small table, a spread of food laid out before them. Kyo picked at the elaborate tea time meal, taking sips of ginger-lemon tea and nibbling on bite sized cake. Normally, she would wolf something like this down, but her stomach was turned at the thought of Pariya's blood dripping off of the table. "What is wrong?" Thirteen asked, setting his tea cup down with surprising delicacy. "I don't feel well." Kyo confessed, slinging her arm over her eyes and tilting her head back.
"Is it your hand?" Thirteen inquired, his gaze falling to the one in the sling. That was only partially it. If only he knew how he had hurt her. If only he knew that he had taken away her one useful talent. "The Doctors can fix you, they can make you better again." Thirteen crossed the room, setting a hand on her possessively. "If I ask them, they will walk off a cliff for me." His expression was serious, his gaze set as stone. Kyo shook her head. "It doesn't matter, I was always useless." Thirteen sighed, stroking her hair, his fingers rubbing her ears. "Yes, Kiyoko, you have always been the most wasteful life of the pack. That is why you are her, serving me, where you can be of some use."
His words were not sweet, they were rough, they were grating. The truth hurt. Her heart hurt, but it was important that she hear it. In truth, Thirteen was lying. Kyo's ability was powerful, however, none of their best scientists could figure out the extent of it. They kept her in a sedated daze, allowing her to believe that she was just a toy, putty to be manipulated into the shape of whomever's fingers molded her. Thirteen's hands continued down along her spine, stroking her tail, each stroke giving Kyo a desire to be needed, to be loved by something or someone.