#anon requested ✨
“Be Still.”
Tw: Blood, Restrained by Barbwire, Female Whumpee, Guns, Gunshots, Threats, Begging, Implied Death? (This could be made into a p.2 later, so.. idk), Neglect, Captivity, Male Whumper.
@badthingshappenbingoTrope: Barbed Wire.
Whumper is a hunter, and his forced companion, Whumpee, cannot tolerate the sound of gunfire. It terrifies her. So Whumper comes up with a way to possibly help fix that unfortunate fear.
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Whumpee held her breath tightly in her chest as hot tears burned her cheeks, as she suddenly heard a loud Bang–!
She was only feet away from the sounds of a 9mm handgun being fired off in front of her, causing her to unconsciously flinch, tugging at the barbed wire wound tightly around her wrist, holding her arms high over her head, making the mental barbs dig deeply into her soft ivory flesh.
Thin warm trails of scarlet blood stained Whumpee’s arms as she let out a scream, closing her eyes, pressing her back close to the wall behind her as a searing pain inflamed her wrist more.
“You’re going to get used to hearing gunfire sooner or later. For your sake? I’d say the sooner the better.” Whumper scoffed calmly, not even bothering to gaze over in her direction.
Whumpee bit her tongue tightly while opening her eyes, wincing in pain as she tried to relax herself so that the barbed wire clawing into her skin didn’t add any more tension.
Before she could make any attempt to respond, Whumper raised his arms in front of himself while taking aim at the human-shaped target in front of him, firing another shot, again hearing a pained scream from Whumpee’s direction.
Whumper sighed in annoyance while placing the gun down hard on the table in front of him, glaring over in Whumpee’s direction.
“You know, it was cute at first. But now this is frankly starting to piss me off, you whiny little bitch." He said this bitterly while picking up a pair of gloves from the table and slipping them on as he turned towards Whumpee.
Her eyes widened. In a panic, she saw him walking towards a small roll of barbed wire he had stored in a small crate near Whumpee as he bent over, reeling from the spool, cutting the appropriate length with a pair of pliers attached to his belt.
"P-please n-no.. I’ll stop– I-i won't–"
"Tch, darling.. don’t you think it’s a little late for that?"
"No! I’ll be s-still, I swear, just– Don’t!"
She screeched as Whumper tied the length of the wire around her chest, back, and abdomen tightly enough that the barbs only poked against Whumpee’s frail skin, until she unwittingly moved again.
"Well, be still then, Whumpee.. or this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”
Whumper warned her as he walked back towards the table, tossing his gloves to the side of the table again while picking his gun up and taking aim again.
Whumpee tried hard to steady her trembling while watching Whumper with wide eyes.
Bang–!
Whumpee’s instincts to suddenly flich from the abrupt noise caused the wire around her wrist and now her torso to rip into her skin, causing small shallow lacerations across her body and leaving trails of deep crimson blood painted on her body.
Whumper watched in a faintly disappointed way as the pained cries continued to echo throughout the room.
“Truly pathetic.” Whumper scoffed as he shook his head, watching her tremble from the sheer pain coursing through her body.
“But I do have a meet up to get to too. Perhaps we can try this later.. If you haven’t bled out by the time I get back."
"can’t.. le..ave me.. m'plea..se.."
Whumpee tearfully begged Whumper as she watched him glance towards her, ignoring her words and desperate looks as he continued to walk out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Leaving Whumpee In the fluorescently lit room alone, she was painted in her own blood as her body trembled unconsciously from the searing pain flaring throughout every inch of her body.
‘Be.. st-still..’ she thought to herself quietly, closing her eyes slowly, trying to ignore the pain and lightheaded feelings.
'Just.. stay.. still..’
{End}
