â–³ for Aziphem- What's your worst memory?
For this
CW for brief mention of non-con threats under the line---
"9." Aziphem mumbled, refusing to make eye contact. "I really don't want to-"
"Answer."
"No I don't-"
The sight of a thumb brushing against a shock collar remote silenced the demon, premptively cringing for a jolt that did not come.
"Answer the question."
"F-fine. I was human, before I died."
"I thought you didn't remember much of that time?"
"I don't- but I remember this. I-- had been holding out against... him."
"Dr. Daunte Taylor."
"Dont-" The demon cringed again, as if the name burned. "Him. He- had been working hard to break me. They said that I was a good candidate for the project, just needed to be less... unwilling. I was fit with a shock collar, going off whenever I stepped out of line at first but eventually it just went off at random. I couldn't sleep, the drugs made me feel- foggy. There wasn't much left of me he could put new bruises and whip marks on. So he... found other ways to hurt me. I-- I can't-"
"You don't need to go into detail on that."
Aziphem shook his head, twisting his bound hands until his fingers looked like they would break.
"After the first time- told me he would let them do it again if I fought back- everything hurt. So when he said kneel- I did. When he told me to smile- I did. When he complemented me, told me I was doing so well now, and that I just needed- encouragement- I never could have hated myself more. He did worse to me. Then Nekra did. Then the angels. But- that was the worst moment, because that was when I let them do it to me."
