Victor Gideon

The last thing you saw before your vision swam with a kaleidoscope of twisted shapes and blurry figures was him. Him, and the saw.

He didn't want to. But you left him no choice. Victor had tried everything to make you see things his way, to understand just how important you were. How the fate of the very world he was building had entirely relied on the sacred balance of your safety. Your proximity. On you always being where he could reach you.

He's tried seclusion, locks, and sedation. Somehow you managed to best all his nurses and his security. Initially, it was fun at first, entertaining even. But he couldn't humor you forever. You were important, yes, so…agonizingly important. There was more work to be done, and he couldn't spend all of his time watching you, could he?

The moment you woke up, and the merged world began to disperse and become clear, you felt pain. You felt a distinct absence of something. You felt like a piece was missing.

❝Ah... good morning,❞ came the calm, deep serpent's sigh that was Doctor Victor Gideon. Greeting you fondly as if you two had just spent a wonderful night together.

Well… It was wonderful for him. It was wonderful because he took the very things that kept getting in the way of your compliance. That kept interrupting and ruining the peace he was trying to sculpt while he worked on the progress of his projects. He took your legs. When your eyes finally drop, you were met with bloody stiff nubs, cut off right at the knees. Bandaged appropriately with reverant care.

Now you could never run. Not from your destiny, not from him.

❝Oh... Don't be upset. I just took the proper initiative to ensure your safety would be... absolute. I won't have to be so concerned while we're apart.❞