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ELABORATE ON THE PM DAZAI WATER BOARDING THING IMMEDIATELY (respectively 😞)
TW- Waterboarding, Psychological Abuse, Verbal Threats
It was a punishment, the first time he did it. Now, usually when he punished you, it was usually a beating on a spanking maybe, but PM!Dazai is an experimentalist at heart when it comes to torture. He had dragged you to a cold, damp room. Completely empty except for an adjustable table with a board strapped to it. The screaming and thrashing was instant as he held you to his chest and dragged you to the table, the swinging of your arms useless as he fisted your hair and moved you to the table. The black straps used too hold you down were tight as the leather dug into your skin, he had adjusted the table down so that your head was close to the ground before his hand grabbed ahold of the white cloth. His hands playing with it as he hummed moving about as he then placed the rag in your mouth. Your mouth being forced open as the rag was being forcefully stuffed into your mouth, all you could see were those empty eyes, as you heard him pick up something heavy sounding, the clinking of the object on the concreate floor let you know that, that something was metal. Your body fully tensing before going into shock as you felt the unexpected cold water pour onto your face and your sense were overcome by the liquid getting into your nose and leaking down your face, the water getting into your ears as everything soon sounded muffled, the moisture soaking your top half as your eyes reactively shut close, being almost drenched by the time he let up and pulled the metal object back. Sitting the bucket on the floor, you felt his coat brush against your cheek, before your eyes steadily opened, careful too not get water into them, only too find him looming down at you when your vision became clear again from repeated blinking away the blurriness the water once left. His eyes were no longer a soft chestnut, but instead an eerie crimson, the light completely gone as his palms sat flat on his thighs, his hair almost shielding the none-bandaged eye. His bandaged left-hand pushing at the wet strands of your face as they clumped together in a sopping mess.
"I'm gonna do this again and again. Every single time you misbehave, you'll be laid on this table... maybe then you'll learn that I don't tolerate such insolence."