Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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[4]

[(Anonymous)]

"Are you sure you don't want to eat something before we start?" Stillman asked him, her face full of concern.

"So you can clean it off the floor when we're done? You really do like to give yourself extra work."

"Okay, Michael." She shook her head, punching buttons on the animus console. "I've turned off the auto-desynch. Lie down when you're ready. We'll still be monitoring your vitals, so don't worry - I'll pull you out if something goes wrong."

He lay down on the animus. Soft clicks as the machine configured itself to his body. Immediately, Michael began to sweat, his heart thumping in sudden panic. This was normal, now. It had started happening after the first time he'd attempted the torture memory.

Just like a lab rat.

"Breathing," Stillman reminded, and he schooled himself from rapid, shallow breaths to slow, deep ones.

Stillman handed him a face mask, attached via a tube to the animus. "Put this on."

"You're joking, right?"

"It's just oxygen, Michael, and there's nothing flowing through it right now. I've spoken to Warren, and we agreed that you'll remain conscious. But if your breathing gets out of control, I'm going to need a way to keep you calm."

"I'm not wearing it, Stillman," Michael said.

She frowned. He knew it bothered her that he refused to use her first name, but it was simply one small way he had found to resist. Any hint of warmth he showed her brought him closer to cooperation with Abstergo. It would be easier if she'd just been an asshole like Vidic, but Stillman kept reaching out to him, determinedly compassionate, no matter how many times he rebuffed her.

"I know you have no reason to trust me," she said.

"You're right. I don't trust you. But I won't need oxygen anyway."

"Michael, Ezio repressed this memory completely. It was extremely traumatic -"

"No shit, was it really? I'm not wearing it, and I won't need it."

Stillman threw up her hands, helpless. "Fine. I'll just have to pull you out if you hyperventilate, and we'll start this whole thing again. Your choice."

"In that case, can I choose not to do this at all? I don't remember seeing a 'let me out of this shit-hole' option on the consent form, maybe because there wasn't one."

Vidic had wandered to the other side of the room, impatient but unwilling to interfere. Michael had made sure that his "input" only ever made things slower, and eventually Vidic had learned to let his assistant carry the bulk of the work with Michael. A small victory, but Michael exploited every division between the scientists that he could find.

"You know, I can't wait until this place gets audited. Although I have a suspicion it's government funded anyway. That true, Stillman?"

"Michael, please -"

"Why are you doing this?" Michael asked her, his voice low and intense. "You believe in what you're doing? Or are you just following orders?"

"There are things you don't understand," she said, her voice suddenly cold. "But right now, if you want to stay conscious, I need you to cooperate."

The screen slid down over his face, and Michael fought the second wave of his body's physiological reactions to the animus. His palms and fingertips were wet on the contact points, and his shirt soon stuck to his back. The heart monitor beeped in warning, then subsided.

"I understand one thing pretty well," Michael said as his vision dimmed and he smelled the familiar blood and filth of the torture chamber. The walls of the Castel Sant'Angelo came slowly into focus. "You're a fucking coward."

Re: [4]

[(Anonymous)]

I am in love with this fill, writer!anon. It's absolutely gut-wrenching (in a. . . er. . . good way?) and your characterization of Subject 16 is golden <3

Captcha: Erection nalsuma. . . :v This story is so good it gave captcha a boner.

OP = writer!anon here

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks anons who've commented on this, I'm currently working on more :)

OP!writer!anon again

[(Anonymous)]

Also, I desperately need a beta for it :/ I needed to change the first parts a bit, and I'll be reposting them so the later parts make sense. If any lovely anon cares to oblige with beta, I will repay you with more fills on the kinkmeme <3 or a beta for your own stuff if you want it.