"Are you surprised that I know your name?" The man watched him, a small, self-satisfied smile playing at the corners of his thin lips. "I know a great deal more about you than that."
Sounding as though he lectured to an attentive student, he continued. "You grew up on the L2 colony--which is in itself a miracle and attests to your strength of will. Street urchin, survivor of the Maxwell Church incident... your profile is a bit vague about the next few years, but apparently you made yourself quite unpopular with the local authorities--something about vice code violations." The man raised an eyebrow in cool speculation. "At that time, you found it prudent to stow away on a scavenger ship. Trained for three years to be a Gundam pilot. Sent to Earth to destroy OZ, a mission you have failed. I've been personally assured that you're exceptionally resistant to authority figures. We should be able to collect very strong data from you."
OZ knew all that about him? But how? No one knew all that except... oh God. Professor G knows it. Duo swallowed against the sourness that rose in his throat. This was even worse than he'd thought.
Darkness rose up around Duo, solidifying into walls of concrete block. He blinked, unsure if he'd returned to consciousness or not. Then cold and pain hit him like a sudden wave and he knew he'd awakened. He sprawled on a hard surface that chilled him through his clothes. Cautious, he squirmed slightly and discovered that restraints held his arms and legs to the table. He closed his eyes, willing back the rising tide of panic in his mind. OZ had captured him.
My notes: A classic example of the whump genre, combining cruelty, angst, and questionably inappropriate healing sex in one. We Gundam Wing fans loooove our whump. It's a guilty pleasure, and so is this fic. God bless 'em. (CW for psychological torture, nonconsensual drug use, and dubious consent due to said drug use.)