If the bullet was bad, the cure was definitely worse. Eliot screamed into the belt when the first dribble of acid hit him, burning and scorching its way into the wound to bubble and fizzle bloodily within.

If there was any doubt that the belt was ruined previously, it was definitely ruined now as Eliot tried his best to use it to gag himself. His jaw was locked so hard that he might've bitten through one side of the leather.

Even though he tried to hold himself still for this, he still instinctively started thrashing when the pain became too much. The second eyedrop of acid had him crying into the belt again, but weaker in comparison to before. His thrashing also lessened too and so much sweat broke out that his skin was clammy to the touch.

He had stopped struggling when Dean started rinsing but just twitched as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck it hurt.