Uncomfortable

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was just a blurry gray blob thing; then, once my vision began to focus, it dawned on me that I was looking at stone, the ceiling of a room. The ringing in my ears and the unbearable pulsing at the back of my head prevents me from having a sound mind; I closed my eyes and placed my right hand over my eyes, groaning in pain as I tried to understand what's happening. I shook my head. Fortunately, I can still move my body well without any problems, but my joints ache like a bitch, and a torturous pain kept jabbing my brain, making it hard for me to assess my surroundings suitably.

<You're finally awake.>

'Agh... Right, yeah, hi. You're Man, right?'

<That's right!~ But I would appreciate it if you would call me Dominion while we're on our own.>

'Your tone seems awfully different now from the last time. Why is your pitch higher than usual? Did you sniff helium or something? Agh! Fuck... My head...'

<Are you okay?>

'Yeah, yeah, it's all good. My head is just acting up, agh... What the fuck happened?'

<I am not sure, to be honest. You'd probably need to ask a doctor about that. But don't worry! I'll nurse you back to health, hehe!~>

What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Is this a character? He's talking in such a high-pitched voice paired with this poorly acted sexy performance. Is he trying to seduce me? What? This has got to be a prank, right?

'...You are being awfully sweet right now, Dominion. Did you hit your head somewhere? Is that why my brain is acting up?'

<No, you fucking idiot! It doesn't work that way; it has to be... haa... You're wrong! Well, you're right about something, though. I am being really, really, awfully, unbelievably, wonderfully, and almost ungodly sweet right now, and you best understand how fucking privileged you are for having the full attention of a god's rampant horniness!>

'Why? I'm not feeling lucky.'

<Doesn't matter! You still are! Look, I can't help it, okay? I like reckless idiots, and what you did out there against Bismarck? That has got to be the most reckless STUPIDITY I have ever seen in a LONG, LOOOONG time, and hooo... boy! You best believe I got really fucking wet while watching that! You were such a fucking idiot. I cannot even comprehend how you're still alive! God, you're so hot!>

'Err... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this.'

Silence.

I then heard a gulping sound.

<... D-did you not like it?>

'Not really, no. Just because you're conventionally pretty doesn't mean you're exempted from being a piece of shit molester.'

<Urgh... Sorry.>

'I would have punched a hole on your pretty little face if you're not my boss.'

<Waahhh... R-really?>

'Nah. I don't care. And I don't like punching people.'

<YOOUUUU!>

'But my point stands, though. Look, Dominion, I'm fine with your horniness and your pathetic sexual drive; to be honest, I can see myself enjoying a sexual relationship with you as long as you're fine with me. But tone it down a little. You know what I'm saying? I'm okay with it, but think about how you would feel if a stranger snatched you out of nowhere, screamed at you the entire day, and then suddenly started giving unwelcome sexual advances. It's weird.'

<... Okay, fine! Waaahh... You don't have to nag me like that! Sheesh... One moment you're complaining about your head, and then you start roasting the shit out of me! Fine, fine! I understand what you're saying, and I'm bummed out you feel that way, so I'll stop being horny, okay? Is that fine with you?>

'Nah. Your horniness is not the issue. It's your unwelcome advances that I... Haa... You're clearly not listening. Look, let's leave it. Just don't do it to others without their consent, you know? Didn't your mom teach you about this shit?'

<Urgh...>

'Oh, and don't do that whole cutesy little performance you were doing earlier. It's embarrassing, and it doesn't suit you.'

<Fine, fine! Are you done!?>

'Yup.'

<Haa... Well, how are you feeling? Can you move?>

'Yeah, I feel like shit, but I'll be fine. By the way, what was that thing earlier? Was that a dream?'

<We'll explain it later, Aleph. But for now, you must do something first.>

'Uhh... Can it wait?'

<Well, yeah, sure. But considering how there's a fucking mob right at our doorstep...>

'Right, right, yeah, I get it. Gah... Why do they have to start this bloody fucking war now? Fuck!'

<Oh, and... I have some bad news.>

'What?'

<You don't have a left arm anymore.>

'WHAT!?'

I raised my upper body right away and looked at my left arm. Jaw dropped, eyes popped, sweat spilled, I couldn't fucking believe it. Dominion was telling the truth. My left arm is missing!

It's gone!

IT'S GONE!

My head started hurting even more, but I didn't even know which one I should respond to. Should I wince, cry, scream, or rage? Oddly enough, a part of me wanted to laugh. I'm so confused that my brain literally does not know anymore what response it should give. I just sat there, stunned with cold sweat bathing my bare skin.

Is this still a dream?

I sure fucking hope so!

There's nothing there. Nothing anymore. Just a few inches of meat sticking out of my shoulders; everything below my elbows is missing—only a bandaged remains of what was once a part of me. I let out a few unintelligible groans and grunts. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs, but I also wish to remain in an eternal state of quietness.

I just stared at my arm.

Mutilated.

Sliced off.

Bandaged.

Gone.

I stared.

And stared. And stared. And stared. Stared. Stared. Stared.

I didn't know why. I was hoping it would grow my arms back. My mind went blank. It took me ages before I could even respond to Dominion.