Master, Please....

Dib was up early the next morning, sorting all of his files on Zim. Seeing some of the things that Zim had done to him in the past was irritating him. As he read, he got angrier and angrier. By the time he finished most of the papers, Zim was starting to wake up. Zim sat up, eyes downcast, and waited for Dib. Dib quickly finished sorting most of the files, and by this time he was furious.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Zim stood up and walked over to stand behind Dib. Dib closed out what he was working on, and stood up. He held Zim up by the neck and kicked his legs out from under him. As Zim cried out, Dib brought his face closer and said, “you will NOT stand up unless I say you can, understand?”

Zim nodded frantically until Dib released him. Zim then dropped to his knees, shaking.

“Follow me,” ordered Dib as he left the room. Zim quickly followed him down to the lab, where Dib shut and locked the door. He then turned to Zim with a dark look on his face. Kicking his huddled form, he started to yell at Zim. “Do you have any clue what you’ve put me through all these years? You stupid little fuck….” He continued to yell at Zim while kicking him roughly in the face, chest and squeedly spooch. Once Zim’s back hit a wall, Zim tried to duck out of the way. Dib reached down and grabbed his antennae. “Do NOT run! You will sit there, on your hands and knees, unless I say otherwise, understand?”

Zim nodded.

“Now, look at me.” As soon as Zim looked up, Dib planted a foot in his face. “Good.” After a few more kicks, Dib reached down and grabbed Zim by the arm. Yanking him up, he then spun him around and threw him into a wall. After laughing at the thud Zim’s head made hitting the wall, he ordered Zim up onto the table, face-down. “Now how do you get this stupid Pak open?”

Zim shook his head side to side, but answered anyway. Once Dib had pried it open, he began poking around absently inside the Pak. He accidently hit some vital life support system, causing Zim to turn a strange shade of color. After laughing about it for awhile, he fixed it and kept poking around.

After awhile, Zim started to beg him to stop. “Please Dib… please….”

Dib laughed at him, but slammed his Pak shut. “All right, I’ll stop that, for now….”

Dib played with the collar, before flicking it on and throwing Zim to the floor. He kept a hold on one arm though, twisting it behind him until he heard it crack. Zim shrieked loudly. Dib winced at the sound, and then kicked him in the mouth. “Shut up.” Zim grit his teeth and whimpered. Dib continued to kick him, occasionally picking him up by the antennae or collar to punch him in the face. Once Zim was nearly unconscious, Dib dragged him over to the door and opened it.

“Follow me.” He watched as Zim tried to drag himself through the house, up to Dib’s bedroom. Dib followed behind him, giving him a kick everytime he stopped or slowed too much. Once they were both in his room, Dib threw him onto the small purple bed, then leaned down. “This bed is your only safe spot. As long as you are on there, I won’t hurt you. Ok?”

Zim nodded. “Yes, master…” he managed to wheeze out, before falling asleep.

Dib blinked in surprise, and then smirked. It looked like he had won.