Lost & Broken ( Patrick )

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would scream once more. Even when she said things, things she thought he would want to hear, he didn't let her go. More tears rolled down her face as she jerked against her restraints, ignoring the blood and pain that it caused. No, the pain she felt in her body was far too strong and her trembling, at this point, was so harsh that it was hard to tell if it was her jerking against the restraints or if it was involuntary.

Yet he asked another question in that harsh tone, one she would have to struggle for the answer to. Not because she didn't know, but because her mind was so clouded right now that it was hard to form a clear, complete thought. "S..She can't stand the pictures of eating my food....S...She gets sick...So I have to show them to her all the time....so she gets sick....so she don't eat..." She gasped for breath, feeling that struggle to breath once more taking hold.

"I...I play with...with boys....T..They hit o..or they cut me....Just like Master does.....I can take it...b..but she can't be...because she is weak....because she...doesn't eat and sh...she doesn't drink blood....Not like me..." She jerked again and would collapse back onto the table....she was feeling sick from all the pain, she was starving....She needed to eat, she needed blood....She was getting far too weak from all of this.

TIME SKIP FOR PLOT REASONS

She couldn't do this anymore....She had answered everything he asked her...She had told him everything she could think of. Anything about the things Earth did to Kazumi....All the things Earth had taught her.....All the things that had been done that Feht had knowledge of, she had said.....But he kept on and she honestly didn't know what he wanted anymore.

She was still in so much pain, but ...she couldn't move anymore. Every once of strength was gone and with him denying her the blood that she begged for....she just couldn't move. Sure, she still fidgeted her fingers, out of habit...but other than that she was motionless. So tired, but being forced to stay awake....So hungry but being starved.....She just couldn't hold on...and she found herself slipping to the point that she eventually gave out.....

The blackness in her eyes faded and the blue came back to the forefront. A little, desperate and weakened whimper escaping her as she realized she was back....this made...what? The fourth, fifth time she had woken up to this? Instantly she tried to go away but there was no way she could...the other half was far too weak to come back out and she herself was far too weak to force her to.

Her eyes fluttering closed, she didn't move at all. Every muscle in her body on fire and unable to work....her breathing labored and heavy....her heart racing...."P...Please baby....I...I can't...anymore..." She barely got the words out....She didn't know how long this had been going on...but it had been seven hours and she was completely spent.

Tears barely managed to roll down her pale cheeks. She was pale. she was weak and she was exhausted. Blood pooled around her wrists and ankles, a bit on her chin from where Feht had bitten down time and time again on her lip. "I....am s...so tired...Please...m...make it stop.." She whimpered once more and would struggle to open her eyes to look at him, assuming that she could see him....

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Kev....had not been having a good time. No, her office was in ruin, her cuffs were off her wrists and fresh wounds covered her wrists where she had cut herself to get to the blood her body craved. She was shaking from the anger she felt, and yet she had not said a word this whole time.

Every time she heard Kazumi come out and beg to be released, it had taken everything she had not to call her guys in to make it stop. It was her baby....and all she wanted to do was protect her. Tears? No, there had been none of those, but that was not because she didn't love her child, it was because she lacked those emotions in this situation.

Growling she finished off the third bottle of wine she had and would thrown it into the wall where the other two had crashed earlier in the evening. She needed to go home, to her wife, before she did something she would get in trouble for later. Her anger so high that it wasn't like anything she had felt before....She didn't know she could feel this way to be honest.

Yet she waited, if he didn't ask anything of her from this point on, she would turn off her earpiece and head home....Anything to try and erase the thoughts she had in her mind. She just....she had to get out of here....Now.

[Legion]

Pictures of her eating her food? Interesting. Patrick knew damn well what her food was, but showing Kazumi pictures of it? How did that work? Was Feht actually able to do this without being in control? Why? Was it something to do with her current strength? Patrick held back a sigh, nothing but that cold, intrigued maliciousness showing on his features. The more answers he got the more questions there seemed to be, but he was only in the first hour still, barely over halfway. He had plenty of time.

The next things she spilled her guts on were redundant to him, but Patrick didn't stop her. If she was talking this freely Patrick wouldn't dare stop it. He would only wait for her to finish before he asked, "These pictures? Do ye show them to her while she's in control?"

Patrick put the next needle into her arm...

TIME SKIP

Now, if Patrick slept like a normal person he might feel tired. And while he felt fatigued, he didn't show it. To her, he'd appear like he had looked and sounded when he had started. Years of experience showing there. While feeling fatigued, that wasn't a natural thing Patrick knew how to not show it, and work with it. This fatigue though was different. It had taken a considerable amount to get him to do what he had just done. Will and resolve, all that what now, but like any other , Patrick did what he had to do.

But she was still here and he had to keep up appearances so he watched on he knew their time was drawing to a close. Kazumi had been shoved out more and more often, and it had been harder and harder to get Feht back. No, after this they'd be done. So Patrick felt like he had to get a word back in before she left.

"Wasn't that fun?" He asked rhetorically, with sick amusement, "I can't wait to play again, next time, we're going to have even more fun."

And with that she faded, and before Kazumi even whimpered Patrick was there, undoing the straps that held her down because truly, he hadn't wanted any of this. Though the alternative was far worse, far, far worse. When she finally did speak Patrick would instantly reassure her, "Ye did great love, we're done. We have enough for now to keep ye safe."

By the time she asked him to stop Patrick would already have gone to the sink and gotten a wet cloth, having begun to wipe off her wrists and ankles, cleaning her up. With a smile Patrick would say looking down at her as he wiped her off, "I know Kazumi, after we get you cleaned up what do ye say? A bite to eat before bed or just bed?"

He had the sedatives, he hated trapping her in her nightmares but she needed the strength. But she should also be hungry and Patrick didn't want to count out that option. If she needed to eat Patrick would be more then happy to oblige. Anything for her to get better faster. Patrick lifted a hand to wipe away her tears...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would give a soft little yelp of pain as she felt him wiping away the blood on her wrists and ankles, her head falling to the side as the strap was undone, allowing her to move a bit more freely, to fully collapse, those dark locks spilling across her face. She still hurt, so very badly...But at the same time she was so relieved that it was over. Hearing him say that allowed her to breath a bit more easily.

"I...I tried...baby...I...r...really did...." Barely managing to get the words out as she felt his hand wipe away her tears, those eyes fluttering open once more to look up at him, struggling to lift her hand from the table and barely managing to do so as her trembling little fingers brushed weakly against his cheek.

"I l..love you Patrick..." A hint of reassurance in her tone. Perhaps it wasn't needed, perhaps she was just over thinking it....But in her mind, she knew how hard it must have been for him to carry this out, and that perhaps there was some sort of doubt as to how she would feel for him after it all was said and done....So, she just wanted to let him know that she loved him, even still....after all of this. She may have been a bit clouded mentally, but she understood why he had done what he did....She understood, to some degree that she was in danger of being destroyed....and that he didn't want to risk that....Sure, she didn't know how serious it was....but that would come in time.

Her small hand fell away, collapsing back onto the table where it had been. She just didn't have the strength to hold it up any longer....her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she whimpered and tensed up as another small wave of pain washed through her. It was fading, as the toxin wore off, but it wasn't fully gone yet....In fact, it was torture...even at the smallest degree.

When he spoke again she would look up at him....a little sigh escaping her as she struggled to calm her breathing and her racing heart....after affects of everything still showing, even if she handled them better than Feht had. "B...Blood.. " She wasn't sure if he would understand but she just couldn't muster the strength to get all the words out.

She was hungry...certainly...But with the pain she felt, and the exhaustion she had...she knew that eating wasn't possible right now. No....she wouldn't be able to get the food to her lips or chew right now....and even if she could she probably would just end up throwing it up. Her stomach doing flips right now.

But blood. Now that was something she needed, and right now, with Feht too weak to block the knowledge from her, she knew that was what she needed. Tongue brushing against her lips, her mouth rather dry, she would cough a bit....struggling to force out more words, though so tired she wasn't sure she could.....

Eventually, however, she would manage. "A...And water..." Yeah, she needed a drink too....Desperately. Once more forcing her hand to move and reaching for his that was touching upon her face, little fingers weakly curling about his as good as she could manage, forcing her eyes open once more. She may have been tired, but she was going to fight sleep as long as she possibly could, so terrified of what kind of nightmares waited for her after all of this and just wanting to hold onto the real world for as long as possible....to hold onto him as long as possible.....

[Legion]

"Ye did great Kazumi," Patrick said with a weak smile, when she told him that she really tried. He was glad. Glad that she was at least fighting because that was the first step. Patrick wasn't an expert on this, at least not yet, but from what he understood as she got stronger and Feht got weaker, things would only get easier. That was just the way of it, especially as long as he was in her corner coaching her on and torturing Feht for her, it would only make the process that much quicker, if not easier. All the same though, an actual date for him needing to complete this frightened him a little, though he had hoped to have it done soon enough regardless.

Her hand on his cheek as she got those words of reassurance, made him smile weakly. It was likely she didn't know how much that meant to him. Patrick would have done this regardless if she hated him or not, just because he loved her and would rather her be alive and hate him then her still love him and be dead. But this? This was like him being able to have his cake and eat it. It quite frankly was wonderful. All the same though Patrick would give a weak reply, "I'm sorry it has to be like this Kazumi, if I knew of any other way."

Patrick genuinely was sorry, and he was sorry that there had to be more, but still. Unfortunately it had to be done. As he watched her struggle to get the word blood out Patrick couldn't help but let out a weak smile. She was doing so much better dealing with the pain then Feht was. Proving to Patrick that she really was the stronger one, not that Patrick didn't know that before, but still. He did know what she meant by blood though. She needed it, her condition and all. But Patrick waited, he saw her continue to struggle and knew that she was trying to say something else. When she choked out water he smiled as her hand curled around his. Pausing for a moment to enjoy the touch he would say, "Okay love, let me get that for ye."

After she would let him Patrick would go get a cup that was near a the sink, and grab a needle along the way, the sedative, putting it in his pocket. So she could sleep the night. Making it to the sink he'd fill the cup with cold water before returning to Kazumi, slowly putting it to her lips and letting her drink. When she was down Patrick would say, "Let's get ye upstairs and I'll get the blood for ye."

With that he'd gently grab her, cradling her in his arms as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom, sitting her up on the bed, fluffing a pillow and putting it behind her back. When she was settled Patrick would ask softly, "Do ye want to bite me or do ye need me to do it?"

He knew she was weak and so he wanted to be accommodating for her...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would close her eyes as she allowed him to move away, a little nod given as he suggested doing so in order to get her water. As he did, her hand would fall limply back upon the table, a little sigh passing her lips as she brushed her tongue across her lower lip and gave another soft whimper as the pain continued to wash through her.

By the time he had returned, she had managed to somewhat contain the trembling that she had been doing, her hands still pretty bad, but not nearly as bad as they had been. Even in her exhaustion, she was struggling to work through the pain and fight it back. She didn't do so intentionally, she just did it out of some instinct that she could only guess she got from her Mother. "I...I un...understand why.....I...I am sorry y..you have to...to do this..." Not because she thought it was a pain in the ass for him, or because she thought it was difficult to do such things.......No, she just had a feeling that it was hard for him to do such things to her.....just like she could not imagine having to do this to him.

Letting him press the glass to her lips, she lifted her head as good as she could and drank down what water she could before she felt her stomach cramp. She had to take it slow, even though she just wanted to drain the glass and beg for more. She had made that mistake the first time Earth had deprived her of water for a few days.....By the time she had finished draining what water he had finally given her, she had thrown it up....Yeah, not pleasant.

Laying her head back down, she looked up at him, and would nod...Saying nothing as he suggested going upstairs. She was completely okay with that, ready to get out of this room and just....feel a normal surface beneath her...a couch, a bed...something beside the cold steel of the table. When he picked her up though, she would wince and give a sharp little yelp of pain, tears flooding her eyes despite her effort to hold them back. With what little bit of strength she had left, she would curl into him, her head falling to rest against his chest, hair spilling down over her face.

As he carried her, she held back a few soft little whimpers at the pain that such a simple thing as being shifted caused....She knew he was holding her gently, she knew that he was trying hard not to hurt her...but that was impossible it seemed. Then, laid upon the bed, she would inhale sharply, trying to ignore the pain and struggling to raise her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, though her hand fell short and simply ended up laying upon her stomach.

It wasn't until he spoke that she would open her eyes once more, the blue a bit dull compared to the usual shimmer they had, though still holding that little spark that was Kazumi.....Softly she shook her head..."I...I ca..cant...b..bite.." No, her strength was not nearly at the level she needed to bite through flesh to get to the blood she needed. Blinking back a few more tears she would try and keep her focus on him, though it was so hard, what with all the various images that were freed to run through her mind right now....All the things that Feht usually held back currently filtering through the haze of her mind.

[Legion]

"If it's to save ye," Patrick whispered with a smile on his face, "Then I'd gladly do anything."

Truth. He'd risk his own life for hers, hell, even lay his down if it meant saving her. At this point, to him her life was worth more then his. That may have been unhealthy and Patrick knew that but that was how he saw it. After having seen another one he had loved die he didn't know if he could take it again. Patrick would rather die then see that happen again.

When he finally sat her on the bed he had to frown. Patrick had noticed how much pain she was in. How even though he had carried her carefully that she was still suffering from the movement. As she sat there trying to wipe away her tears but unable to do so, Patrick would offer his hand, doing it for her. Anything for her really as his hand gently brushed her tears away, looking at her with a soft caring smile.

"Okay," Patrick would say when she told him she couldn't bite. And so without hesitation Patrick pulled a knife out of his pocket with his right hand, flicking it open with his wrist before running it down his left forearm without flinching. He chose the knife and his left forearm because he knew that the cut, when healed would blend in with his scratches from the gunshot wounds. With his fore arm now bleeding he's softly present it in front of Kazumi's lips, offering her to drink saying, "Here you are love."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She tried her best to smile at his words. It meant more than he could imagine that he would do anything for her, and she wished that she could let him know that she would do anything in the world for him. She valued his life far more than her own, she just didn't know how to express that right now, feeling that the few words she could muster would just not be enough. So, for now she would stay silent, knowing that eventually she would be able to express herself in some way.....It was just going to take time.

When he pulled out the knife to cut his arm, it took everything she had not to whimper and flinch away....Not from him, but from the weapon....She had her own knife set....several of them...but as of right now, they were safely tucked away in her closet and locked within a chest, hidden from sight and out of mind. Ever since Earth had....well...ever since he had used that knife on her she had been scared of them.....

However, it only took her a minute to reassure herself that it was okay, that this was different and that Patrick would never hurt her like that...not to that degree....Instead, she focused on the cut he made within his arm, tongue slowly tracing over her lips as the blood began to flow from the wound....her stomach cramping as her hunger increased. Gods she was starving....and as he offered his arm up to her lips, it showed....Those eyes becoming laced with small hints of crimson as she wrapped her lips about the wound and allowed her tongue to gently lap at the blood....a little moan rolling through her throat as the taste hit her, a small shiver running down her spine despite the fact that she was still in so much pain.

Laying back into the bed more fully than before, actually relaxing, she would manage to lift her hand, pulling his arm into her as she continued to lap at his blood, eyes fluttering closed and a bit of her strength returning to her. Sure, it wasn't much...but it was better than where she had been only moments before. This time, she didn't pull back right away, and instead indulged in that divine taste for as long as she could before she would finally pull back, her head collapsing upon the pillow and her tongue slowly tracing over her blood stained lips.

A soft sigh of contentment would pass from her lips now, dark locks, still damp with sweat from her time in the basement, falling across her face as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Thank you..." Her tone a bit softer, a bit more loving and for the time being....steady. No stammering or stuttering. "For everything....For helping me the way you are....I know it has to be hard and I am sorry for begging you to stop...I can imagine that had to have been very hard..." She would have had to force herself to continue in that situation....knowing it would have broken her heart to continue hurting him if he had asked her to stop.....She hated having to put him through that. "I love you, so much baby.....I just hope you know, that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." A very weak little smile given as her arms rested upon her stomach...far too exhausted to move and still in quite a bit of pain....The occasional whimpers and attempts at hiding her winces of pain making it obvious that her body was still on fire.

[Legion]

She almost seemed hesitant about the knife. Patrick wondered if he had been seeing things, or reading into it too deep, but he knew that if he was right in his paranoia, he knew who it was that caused it. It always came back to that man anyway. But as he put the knife away, holding his freshly bloodied arm in front of her it would take only a minute before she would indulge herself. It started with a little moan at first, then she seemed to become more at east with the idea, even leaning back and as she gained her strength pulling his arm to her. Patrick smiled as he watched, though at first it seemed weird, this time around it was meh, perhaps even a little endearing as Patrick was beginning to warm up to this.

As she finally laid back Patrick would sit back against the head rest, looking down at her with a smile. Even though she was weak and blood stained her lips she was beautiful. He really couldn't say that enough. A smile as she thanked him for what he was doing, "Not a problem love, like I said, I'd do anything. And don't be sorry, I don't blame ye for begging me to stop, it's perfectly alright."

And then she would tell him that she'd do anything for him. That was certainly a thrill to hear, to think that there was some in his corner like her. It was a great feeling and all Patrick could really get out was, "I love ye Kazumi."

After a moment or two he'd look at her again with warm smile on his face. He knew she was in pain, and so for the moment he was avoiding too much contact. But even through that, she looked exhausted. After a few silent moments Patrick would ask, "Ye want to sleep love? Ye look absolutely exhausted."

Though at the moment he failed to neglect the sedative he had, he was sure that she'd say no to his first attempt though, so he'd explain it to her next time...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would offer another very weak little smile as he told her he loved her, forcing herself to move, despite the pain so that she could curl her body up against his. She hurt no matter how still she laid, so she figured that being curled up against him would at least give her some form of comfort. A weak little nuzzle offered as she rested her head against his chest, taking in a deep breath of his scent and letting it calm her a bit more. "I love you too Patrick." The words rather weak, though still purred as well as she could manage. Her tone loving and gentle.

Resting her hand upon his stomach, she would close her eyes, though even still she fought the urge to sleep, his suggestion to do so gaining a little whimper as she tightened her position up against him and curled her fingers into his shirt, gripping him rather tightly. Well, as tightly as she could currently manage. "No...I am okay..." She clearly wasn't, but she just feared the idea of sleeping so much that she would fight it as long as she possibly could. Even offering another soft little nuzzle of her head against him as she forced her eyes open once more and let out a soft little sigh.

"I just need to...to lay down for awhile I think." She wasn't completely lying...not wanting to ever have to do that with him...She was just trying to ignore the fact that her mind and body cried out for sleep.

Trying to bring herself to relax, she would choke back another little yelp once the pain washed through her again, unable to hide the tears that filled her eyes this time. "It...hurts so bad baby....I keep trying to make it stop....but...it just, it wont..." She gave a soft little sob and would turn her face, burying it against him slightly as she tried her best to stop from crying and stop from showing just how weak she was to the pain. But it was hard....very hard.

[Legion]

"I'll be here," Patrick said reassuringly, knowing that she didn't really want to go to sleep for various reasons, them being similar to his reasons for not sleeping. But he knew that she needed it. She looked exhausted and she should be. It had been a long day and Patrick knew that she needed sleep, not only because of the day but to fight Feht.

His arm wrapping gently around her as she nuzzled into him. The feel of her small warm body against his. Looking down on her he saw the tears in her eyes, looking like she was fighting to keep her eyes open. He smiled softly as she told him she just wanted to lay down for awhile. Patrick knew she was afraid, he knew she needed to sleep but didn't want to. He could relate but he would have to continue to coax her, though that was stopped momentarily by her yelp of pain, lingering effects of the toxins he had injected into her body.

"It's okay," Patrick said softly, "Ye did great and were at it for a long time. The effects will fade in time. I bet if ye just closed yer eyes and slept it off by the time ye wake it would be over."

Patrick would pause, focusing on her in his arms, her weight and warmth against his body before continuing, "I have something that should help ye sleep because after a long day ye need yer rest."

Pulling the sedative out of his pocket. No, he wasn't going to just prick her with it. He would wait for her to say it was okay. He had poked her with enough needles today without her say so and he didn't want to do that again here now...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

At the mention of a sedative, her eyes would flutter open, noting the syringe in his hand and feeling her body tense up involuntarily. It wasn't that she was scared of him, or that he was lying about what was in that shot, it was just the mental thought of being poked ......again. Her arm shifting to curl up and away from the direction of the shot, still able to feel the various stings in it from all the shots previously. "I...I don't know." This time her stammering wasn't so much due to her anxiety, which at the moment (believe it or not) was really low....No, it was more due to the fact that she was hesitating on the idea of being put to sleep in a manner that she could not freely wake up from right away.

"What if I have those nightmares?" Her tone soft as she would softly brush her little fingers along his chest. The motion hurt, hell, at this point breathing hurt, but she just wanted to show him some kind of affection. To show him that she wasn't upset with him, that she still loved him just as much as she had before she had woken up downstairs in so much pain.

Chewing on her bottom lip in nervousness, she would whimper slightly, finding that her lip was a bit tender from being bitten so much...Though to be honest it wasn't just from that, but it was also due to her reluctance to have that shot poked into her arm. His words of sleep helping to end the pain or at least help her through it did seem to be logical....causing her to try her best to suck it up.

Still, it took her awhile before she would finally, and hesitantly extend her arm, nodding just a tiny bit. "Okay...just...." She drew in a deep breath, wincing slightly as the pain washed through her. "Don't leave me.........please." Her tone pleading and desperate, afraid of waking up to an empty room, afraid of being trapped in that hellish nightmare without any sense of comfort to come back to.

[Legion]

Patrick watched her eyes open and felt her tense up at the mention of a sedative. He understood completely. After what she had just been through the idea of another shot must of been pretty awful. No, he knew that she trusted him but still, if it were him the idea of another needle would give him the jeebies. On that front he could perfectly understand her concern.

There was also the question about the nightmares. Concerns that under the influence of the sedative she wouldn't be able to wake up as she normally would. A valid concern, especially seeing as that was the case. Hell Patrick understood better then anyone about the fear of sleeping. But she had to do it for her strength in this endeavor. Patrick smiled at her as he felt her reassuring hand on his chest. He would slowly clasp one of his hands on hers, intertwining his fingers with hers as he answered her, "I'll be holding yer hand and ye the whole way through."

After a long while she'd slowly agree, holding her arm out for him. Slowly and as gently as he could muster Patrick would push the needle into her arm, giving her the sedative. When he had covered the needle and placed it back in his pocket he would wrap his arms around Kazumi, holding her close as said to her, "I'm going to be holding ye right here. I'm not going anywhere."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt his hand curl about her own, fingers lacing together with her's and making her feel just a bit better about the whole thing. It still was scary, the idea of another shot. Sure, in the grand scale of things it didn't hurt at all, but yeah....she was slowly developing a rather healthy fear of needles. Now, well now she could understand why her Mother hated them so much.

When she offered her arm out to him, she would give a sharp little whimper as the needle once more penetrated her flesh, wincing slightly as he injected the sedative. There was a slight burning sensation, but it wasn't anywhere near what that other stuff had felt like and eventually it faded.

Feeling his arms wrap around her, she would weakly nuzzle her head against his chest, that struggle to fight off sleep still apparent as she forced her eyes open and would draw in a deep breath, little fingers curling about his shirt and gripping onto him as tightly as she could. However, as a strange tingling sensation started to take over, she would use what strength she could manage and force herself up onto one elbow, leaning in so that her lips could press against his own softly...lovingly. "I love you Patrick...So very much..." The soft words whispered against his lips, already sounding a bit slurred even though the affection and love was still there in her tone.

From there, she had about enough time to lay her head down upon his chest once more before she was out. Not leaving him much time to say anything, though not her fault. That stuff had quite a kick to it and it managed to sedate her in a matter of seconds. The tension, that had been in her body since their time in the basement, finally disappeared from her body....Her breathing slowing down now and a look of peace seeming to wash over her...and for the next two hours she slept soundly...No movement, no sound...just sleep.

Though, eventually....a small whimper would escape from her sleeping form. Her hand, which rested atop him, (assuming he had not moved away) would involuntarily curl and grip his shirt as she tensed up and seemed to try and use her feet to push herself away from something. In her dream she was doing so rather harshly, yet in reality she was barely moving. Just enough to clue somebody into what she was probably dreaming of doing.

A few tears breaking free from beneath her closed eyes, rolling down her face as she gave another soft whimper, her feet again trying to push her away from some invisible force.....Then, a sudden, weak little cry of something that sounded like both fear and pain. Her body trembling and yet she didn't move aside from her grip on his shirt and her foot pushing into the bed....The softest of words leaving her lips, though not much more than a whisper despite the pleading, desperate tone that it held. "Please...no more....Please....stop.." Another soft whimper as more tears broke free to roll down her pale face. Trembling only seeming to increase.

[Legion]

Patrick saw her wince slightly at the needle, not entirely sure if that was from the actual prick itself or the fear of what was inside the needle. The irishman figured that at the end of all of this she'd probably have some sort of phobia of them anyway. Would seem to make sense. Anyways as he finished the shot, getting the needle put away and wrapping his arms around her he'd feel her head nuzzling into his chest. As she propped herself up putting his lips against his as she told him that she loved him Patrick could only smile replying, "I love ye too Kazumi."

A slight smile was given to the fact that her words were slurring a bit which was a little cute if you asked him. When she lay her head back down on him it was clear that she was out. Patrick had to admit that the sedative was very fast acting. He was expecting it to be fast, but that was surprisingly fast. And she was out, like a rock too. All of her body seeming to relax for the first time in hours and the look on her face was calm too. What really surprised him though was for how long that lasted. Two hours of peaceful sleep? That seemed like a victory in of itself, one that Patrick was glad for.

But eventually reality hit as she finally began her nightmares, the whimper dragging Patrick out of his own thoughts of past failures and future fears with Kazumi. Patrick first felt her hand grip at his shirt, then watch as her feet moved, as if she was trying to push away from something. Patrick had no doubt who she was trying to get away from in her dream. Eventually it would get worse as Patrick saw tears running from closed eyes as the whimpering started along with the trembling and increased attempts to push away by her feet. Patrick frowned at the cry, knowing that unlike other times when she had slept there would be no reprieve of waking up for her, not until after a full night's sleep. Although Patrick did what he could, a hand stroking at her hair as he whispered softly, "It's okay, It's okay"

Though he was certain she wouldn't hear him...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She may not have been able to hear him, but in some way, the tone of his voice broke through all the madness and torture created by her nightmare, causing her to nuzzle into him involuntarily and curl her small body more tightly within his arms. It didn't stop though, the terror she was feeling, if anything it only proved to increase as the dream turned toward one of the many, many torture sessions she had gone through.

Mind replaying being strapped in that chair, the feel of the leather on her wrists and ankles and her head....That device put on her, the one that shocked her. She cried, but it never did any good. She tried to get away, but she never could. Then would come the questions, and the pictures, the words that she could never quite remember.

The sudden taste of plastic filling her mouth as that guard was forced between her teeth, the electrocution coming once more, sending every muscle she had into a wave of tension and pain....Signals becoming crossed in her mind and the sound of Phee growing weaker and weaker each time.

Outwardly she would yelp as the electrocution started, her body tensing and the trembling only seeming to increase. She struggled to breath...yet every breath seemed forced, as though whatever was happening to her in her dream had caused her to be unable to breath....Then, it ended and her body would fall limp against his once more....The tears still spilling down her face in slow but steady little streams.....A soft whimper as in her mind more words were issued and the pictures started again.....

This always went on for hours...and hours....Her mind telling her that there was no end...though almost the next instant the dream changed and she was again alone in the dark...only this time the door had opened and "food" had been dropped in for her....Her stomach turning as she realized it was again not food but instead human remains cooked up and served in a bowl to her.

She would whimper and again attempt to back away, her feet pressing into the bed as she shook her head just slightly. "No...Ca...Can't..." The words no more than a mere whisper, but the desperation and fear in them was still very clear.