There you were, laid on Edward’s operating table in his lab, he looked down at you as he was getting scrubbed up, watching you squirm against your restraints, “Stop moving around, I’ll mess up if I don’t get this in the right position!” He grabs the anaesthesia tank and mask and places the mask over your nose and mouth, turning it on.

“Go to sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up.” He watches you try and fight it and he only turns up the gas, forcing you to breathe it in, “Don’t even think about trying to scream, nobody’s going to hear you, so rest up.” He watches you go under and grabs a strap that goes across your forehead so it’s held upright and you can’t move your head.

He fixes his gloves, lab coat and his mask on as he grabs the tools he needs - The ice pick and hammer, Edward was planning on lobotomising you, just like he was going to do with Theo who was in the cell next to the one you had been held in.

“One whack on the frontal lobe and everything you ever knew is gone.” He told himself as he marks out the area with a marker of where he’s going to put the ice pick and hammer.

“Let’s get this over with, I want you mindless, like a doll I can mould into my own little creation.” Edward made sure that you were completely under before making sure he was ready and to make his decision if he actually wanted to ruin you and take away your memories and make you mindless, or just keep you bound while he looks at your body as if it were a specimen.

What would he decide? Lobotomise you, or just study you like a specimen?

Would he actually do it?