Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, implied attempted noncon, fear of noncon, mild referenced gore
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“Going to meet with Marshall again, eh?”
A ripple of chuckles runs around the bunkroom. Adelaide slows her movements momentarily, but then returns to quickly retying her boots, ignoring what is clearly a taunt. Why it’s a taunt, she hasn’t yet figured out, but everything these men say to her is meant to either insult her or get a rise out of her.
Footsteps approach, a pair of worn black boots stopping just in her line of vision. She knows it’s Jones without looking up. “Yeah, we all know all about your little, eh…visits.”
Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, selective mutism, stalking, creepy/intimate whumper, choking, broken ribs, burns
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It’s been a week since Devin’s birthday party. Six days since she received the texted photo from Oliver. She hasn’t gotten anything else from him, but she’s barely been able to touch her phone all week for fear that she would.
It took her a couple of days before she could speak at all, and even now the ability comes and goes seemingly at random. Today, the very first day that she’s ventured out of the house since the party, she managed to force out enough words to order her favorite mocha at the coffee shop where she does a large portion of her illustrating. Now she stands close to the pick-up counter, carefully angled where she can see the door without looking like she’s staring at everyone who walks in.
This marks the start of me writing out of order (and probably missing some days) because I’m running out of time.
This isn’t a BTHB prompt, I just felt like writing another auction when I saw the prompts for this day, and Voltron seemed like the best option.
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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Warnings: captivity whump, locked in a cage, referenced noncon drugging, restraints, electric shocks, dehumanization, mentions of torture and death, partial nudity, nonconsensual touching (non sexual), panic attack, human (and alien) trafficking
No. 23 - YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT
auction|ransom|pursuit
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He’s been in the cage for days. It’s barely big enough for him to sit upright, and just long enough that he can stretch out his legs while sitting. He has to curl up when he lays down, though. His leg and back muscles cramp and seize whenever he moves them too quickly.
There are others, too, at least a dozen more people of various species kept in cages just like his, all lining the wall of the corridor-like room. He can’t speak to them, though. Partially because they took his translator when they took his armor, partially because talking isn’t allowed. Any kind of vocal noise is met with swift punishment from the taser guns they carry.
‘They’, of course, are his captors, though Keith doesn’t know their species name or even what planet he’s on anymore. He was captured on Virrobo in the midst of an ambush, the natives there lacking in technology but strong in both body and stealth. The Virrobos had dragged him off to some holding cell underground until someone new had arrived to negotiate his purchase. He’d assumed they were waiting for the Galra, at first. But no, these aliens were maroon, could walk on two legs but were even faster on four, and moved a bit like a lizard when they did so. They were smooth, though, no scales, and their eyes reminded him more of a spider than anything else. He quickly took to calling them Creeps in his head.
