Pins-Needles-and-Syringes-Ch-4

Pins-Needles-and-Syringes-Ch-4
Zim's eyes opened his eyes, head splitting, stomach numb, but otherwise alive. . .
Dib noticed him wake up, and sat on the bed next to him, legs crossed. He seemed overly comfortable with the situation, he was even wearing only boxers and his usual shirt. This unsettled the dazed Zim, making him wonder what kind of monster was Dib, why was he so smug with what he was doing?
Dib got on top of Zim, smiling down at him, "You're a failure, you're nothing. . . No one loves you. . ."
This stuck a cord in Zim, making tears return to his eyes, "That's not true!"
Dib chuckled, "You're worthless, and defective."
Zim whimpered, starting to believe him, since he was already weakened from the night before, his mind still numb, and body aching, but shockingly feeling strangely good. However Dib's words cut deep into his skin, like the knife had the day before, had attacked him like that paralyzer did on that fateful day Dib had captured him.
Zim closed his eyes, not expecting the next thing he felt. He felt warm arms wrap around him, and hold him close. . .
Zim opened his eyes, and found himself in Dib's arms. . . He was tempted to slice his throat with his claws, but refrained from doing so, not knowing why, but he was unable to complete the task.
Dib hugged him tightly, his grip was do strange to the former invader. He found himself slowly hugging back, hoping this meant no more pain, hoping this meant Dib was sorry.
Dib whispered into his antenna, "Your tallest even hated you, I hated you. . . I still don't completely like you, and I don't think I ever will. . . You ruined my life. . . I will never forgive that, but at this rate. . . I'm sorry. . ."
Zim's eyes widened, afraid he had heard him wrong, "Eh?"
Dib held him tighter, "I'm fucking sorry. . ."
Zim closed his eyes yet again, "Z-Zim's sorry as well. . . P-please no more hurts. . . Please. . ." He was begging, though he did not know what pain was, and he had to call it hurts instead of pain.
Dib sighed, "As long as you're good, there will be no more hurts. . ."
"Thank you! Zim will be good! Promise!" Zim had begun to cry again.
Dib smirked, his plan had worked, "Good. . . That's a good boy Zim. . ."