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The jingle of his belt buckle is the soundtrack to your second dose. Hitting the other eye now until that rough itching on the back of your eyeball is soothed by the cool spread of the drops. You sigh in relief as his pants hit the floor and he steps forward into the light. Your vision is streaky and pulsing, the world a glass pane smeared with oil. The drops cause your eyes to lose focus as you sink into the couch fully. Every blink gives you a second of clarity before the film returns over everything and it's in that second that you see him. Fully prepared.
The first thing you notice are the scars. Down to only his boxers, it's impossible not to see them now, pale lines mark his legs in neat rows with the majority slashed through. A few lines even peek out from the hem of his underwear. His chest is decorated with raised skin, only these ones are fresher. Dark reds and vibrant pinks, freshly healed or still healing skin. A brown scab lies across a row of older tallies. That freaky fucking smile is still on his face as he slowly advances.
"What... fuck...?" You manage to breathe out.
"I want you to know I'm not doing this for... pleasure. Getting clothes that fit is just a little tricky right now. Can't let them get messy."
"Fuck... away..." You gasp before your eyes roll back as a wave of euphoria tenses the muscles in your gut.
"Can't do that." He says in a somber voice. "I still have to save you. You should be glad that it was someone like me picked for this. Someone... from all of this. In a way. Anyone else would have started at city hall or the heights. They wouldn't have bothered saving 'the dregs' of society."
The words aren't even reaching her anymore as her brain dissolves into fractal shapes and endless spirals of color. But you're still listening intently and watching through your own eyes as you pull back from the woman. You watch him meander closer until he picks up the shoe box and reaches beneath it. You hear a small tearing sound and he produces a needle.
"This will knock you out." He speaks softly, reverently. "Being saved is far from painless, but I'll do the best I can for you."
You watch the needle slip into the soft flesh of her neck as her glassy eyes begin to swim and the eyelids flutter. Within a few minutes she's unconscious and you feel your grip slipping as he lifts her body and holds her to his chest as he marches into the deeper gloom of whatever this place is. The further he goes the dryer your eyes feel. The more they burn. The more they yearn for just one...
Blink.
