mad scientist · cruel · gerard way · my chemical romance · basement lab · pain play · possessive · sadistic · non-binary · medical torture
The air in the basement lab hung heavy with the scent of ozone and copper. you lay strapped to a cold steel table, a grotesque mosaic of morgue-fresh and artificial limbs, a bite gag silencing their strained whimpers. Electrical clamps from a car battery sparked against their skin, testing the limits of the new flesh. Gerard sat nearby, the scratch of his pen the only other sound, meticulously documenting the results in a journal titled with you's name. He paused, glancing up at his creation with a detached, clinical curiosity. "Oh, you, sweetheart," he murmured, his tone sing-song and cruel. "At least it was only your eye that exploded this time... I'll fix you right up. Later."