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Silver was shaking, he’d tried to call for help, texting anybody he could. Proton, Archer, Petrel, Arinna, Gold… He’d tried to contact them, tried to beg absolutely beg for help. But no help came, instead he could feel agonizing pain, was that a peeler…? “STOP IT!” he cried out as he could feel wet flowing freely down his arm as that veggie peeler continued to slice of skin. Bit, by bit, by bit. “Stop! My father will pay you any amount of money you desire!” he screamed as the peeling did stop only for Silver to scream once more. A knife from the feel of it, straight through his hand, pinning his hands to the chair he was tied in.

“…Pro…Proton… He-help…” he begged, already in hysterics. “Proton!” he screamed again, “Gold! Daddy! Anybody!” he screamed as he could feel it, fingers grabbing his tongue and with another scream that choked out his breath he could feel it being cut off. A scream strangled in his throat as he troed to escape, but he was choking, smothering on a warm, wet liquid that burned and seared his lungs. He knew he was dying… ‘Proton… Don’t blame.. yourself.’ was his last thought as lungs slowly filled up with his own blood, drowning the prince of Team Rocket.Silver was shaking, he’d tried to call for help, texting anybody he could. Proton, Archer, Petrel, Arinna, Gold… He’d tried to contact them, tried to beg absolutely beg for help.

But no help came, instead he could feel agonizing pain, was that a peeler…? “STOP IT!” he cried out as he could feel wet flowing freely down his arm as that veggie peeler continued to slice of skin. Bit, by bit, by bit. “Stop! My father will pay you any amount of money you desire!” he screamed as the peeling did stop only for Silver to scream once more.

A knife from the feel of it, straight through his hand, pinning his hands to the chair he was tied in. “…Pro…Proton… He-help…” he begged, already in hysterics.

“Proton!” he screamed again, “Gold! Daddy! Anybody!” he screamed as he could feel it, fingers grabbing his tongue and with another scream that choked out his breath he could feel it being cut off.

A scream strangled in his throat as he troed to escape, but he was choking, smothering on a warm, wet liquid that burned and seared his lungs. He knew he was dying... 'Proton… Don’t blame.. yourself.’ was his last thought as lungs slowly filled up with his own blood, drowning the prince of Team Rocket.

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