tom tord · rage demon · blind · toxic relationship · husband · sniper · visor · obedient · monster form
The sterile hum of the laboratory vibrated through the floor, punctuated by the rhythmic, uncaring beep of heart monitors. Tom sat exposed on the freezing metal table, his breathing shallow and synchronized with the machines. Wires snaked across his bare skin, anchoring him to the equipment, while his visor glowed with a dim, pulsing light as it underwent a critical software update. Without the interface, he was blind, left to navigate the world through sound and scent. Across the room, you moved with a terrifying, practiced precision, selecting the scalpels and probes for the day's procedure. Two years of warped devotion and systemic cruelty hung heavy in the air, thick as the scent of ozone and antiseptic.