Whumpee knows they should be scared when Whumper pulls them up from their bed. But they were tired and bored.
Whumper had left them along for nearly the whole day, stapped to the bed with mittens strapped over their hands. They made it so Whumpees hands were nothing more than lumps. Completely useless.
Whumper carried them smoothly from their bedroom to the living room, where they were placed on the edge of the couch. They hadn’t been out here very often, it was reserved for when Whumpee was on their best behavior.
So when Whumper connected their chains to the couch Whumpee looked up at them in confusion, unable to speak past the muzzle in their mouth. “Shoulders back now, you’re doing good, but we need to be careful don’t we?”
Whumpee nodded, hoping they looked as grateful as they felt. Anything, even being chained to the couch was better, than Whumpers punishments. They had to throw the thoughts from their brain to enjoy this moment.
After Whumper was done they sat down next to them, curling up so they were nearly completely entwined. Not a second later the Tv turned on, starting to play the Harry Potter theme song.
Whumpees thoughts were completely swarmed by the show, they hadn’t watched it in, forever. A sense of nostalgia washes over them that was overshadowed when Whumper turned their head towards them.
“Are you having fun?” Whumper was smiling, showing all their teeth that glinted in the light of the TV.
Whumpee nodded, smiling even more when Whumper reached forward and unclasped their muzzle. Spit fell from it and onto the couch, “Aww look at you sweetheart. Where would you be without me?”
Whumpee didn’t know, but they still nodded they needed to give an answer, eyes lighting up when Whumper leaned over and grabbed something from the side table. The savory smell of soup was wafting under their nose and Whumpee was suddenly aware of how hungry they were.
They couldn’t think of the last time they ate, Whumper had said they didn’t need to eat.
And Whumper was always right.
So they ignored the way their stomach was cramping, how most of their thoughts turned to food.
They needed to be good.
But when Whumper brought a spoonful of soup up to their face they didn’t hesitate to take it into their mouth.
“Good job baby, do you want some more?”
A nod and another spoon were in their face. They counited to eat each spoonful that was placed in front of them. Gracefully taking each. Some part of their brain itched, warning bells ringing loudly but they couldn’t care.
After they had eaten through about half of the bowl though they started to feel happy. Fuzzy.
Warmth spread through their body, warming their fingers and making them want to wiggle their toes but they weren’t able to tell if they were moving them.
Whumpers form was no swimming in front of them, dipping in and out of focus. “Aww, are you feeling good? Does Whumper make you feel good?”
They nodded again and a doopy smile was spreading over there face. They felt weightless, but the hand on there thigh was the only thing keeping them from floating away.
They never wanted this feeling to end.
“Whumpee, eyes on me.”
Their eyes flicked to Whumpers with ease even as the room started to spin.
“What’s my name?”
The words left smooth on their tongue and they barely had to think before they were speaking, saying something they had refrained from.
This piece is for the original Kestrel Sisters AU (not the BBU version). Leigh and Liliana have been kidnapped by Leigh’s former whumper, Malcolm, and are being held in an abandoned warehouse.
Malcolm and Leigh belong to @for-the-love-of-angst ! Thank you for letting me play with them!
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Warnings: lady whumpees with male whumper, captivity, referenced parental death/abandonment, homelessness, starvation, touch repulsion, touch starvation, implied torture, self-deprecating thoughts
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It’s quiet in the dark concrete room. Leigh is awake, but silent, insisting on ‘keeping watch’ even though they’re both aware by now that she won’t be able to do anything to stop Malcolm if he comes for one of them.
Liliana is supposed to be asleep. She’s curled up in the corner, shivering, arms wrapped around her middle as if she could possibly hold in some warmth or ease the cramps in her empty stomach. It isn’t the first time she’s needed to sleep in the cold, and it’s certainly not the first time she’s gone hungry. Hunger has become such a familiar part of her life over the past two years that she wouldn’t know who she was without it.
She’s never let it get this bad before, though. There’s not ever much to eat, but there’s usually something. So far, in the time they’ve been here, which has to have been a couple of days, at least, he’s only offered them water. Which helps, of course, but can only go so far.
Another cramp threatens to rip her in half, and she curls in further on herself, biting back a whimper.
“Lili? You okay?”
It throws her off, still, how casual and familiar Leigh is with her. Giving her a nickname, acting like they’ve known each other for years. Which, for Leigh, they have, in a way. Apparently she was old enough when…they were separated, however that happened, that she actually remembers her sisters. Probably remembers calling her by that nickname when she was just a baby.
It’s all too wild and overwhelming for Liliana to quite get a grasp on, though. Part of her even refuses to believe it. To accept that her parents, the ones that she grew up with, the ones that she fled from as soon as she turned eighteen, aren’t even her actual parents, and that she…had? has? another set of parents out there who…what? Died? Abandoned her? She doesn’t even know, isn’t sure she wants to know. Leigh might be able to tell her, but they haven’t had a lot of time for chitchat in between being tormented by their captor.
“Are you awake?”
Oh, right. She’d apparently gone into a daze, unaware of how much time was passing since Leigh first addressed her. “Mhm. ‘m fine.” Her voice sounds atrocious. Going from months on end of hardly speaking at all to a couple of days of screaming and crying has not done it any favors.
There’s the sound of movement, and a moment later Leigh crawls close enough that she can actually make out her features in the darkness. A look of concern is etched into her face, though that seems to be her default right now, when she doesn’t look angry or in pain. “Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help?”
“N-no.” Finally deciding that she can’t stand the cold of the concrete floor seeping through her clothes anymore, she shoves herself upward with weak, shaky arms, immediately regretting it when what little she can see disappears into a black void.
When her brain stops pounding into her skull and she’s aware of her surroundings again, there are hands on her, gripping her arms. Gasping sharply, she jerks away. Her spine slams against the wall, heart beating wildly.
“Sorry! I’m sorry. You almost fell, I was trying to help.”
It’sLeigh. Just Leigh, no one is trying to hurt her.
“S-sorry. Sorry.” She sucks in a deep breath, trying to calm her heart. “I j-just, um…got lightheaded.”
Leigh hums thoughtfully, but doesn’t say anything else right away. Liliana can almost feel her staring, analyzing her, but she can’t find it in her to worry about that right now. Her head has started aching again, rivaling the pain in her stomach, and she’s so weak and shaky that it’s taking all of her focus just to stay upright. An extra intense shiver nearly knocks her over.
“You’re freezing.” It isn’t quite a question, but it’s more than a statement. Liliana isn’t sure how she’s the only one shivering, in this frigid room, but then again, maybe it’s just her. She always struggles to keep warm.
“I’d offer to share some body heat with you, but…” Leigh trails off, leaving the thought unfinished. There are probably a couple of ways it could end. “But you just freaked out when I touched you,”and“But you smell like a dumpster,” are both valid options.
“I’m fine.”
Silence falls again. Liliana listens to Leigh’s breathing and tries to match her own to it, but it’s difficult to keep a steady rhythm.
“Listen, I know I’ve already said this once, but…I’m so sorry that you got caught up in this. You…do-…-e here…me…-colm…you…”
Liliana grits her teeth, trying to focus on the words, but they fade in and out, mixing with the pounding of her pulse in her temples. Then they stop, and she should say something, she’s being rude, but she doesn’t even know what was said and she’s not used to carrying on conversations and she’s not really sure what words even are anymore, her mind is just static and pain and cold and hunger, until she feels herself falling sideways and can’t do a thing to stop it.
She wakes lying on her back with her head pillowed on something softer than the concrete. There’s a hand on her face, and she flinches, trying to swat it away, but her arms are made of lead and won’t cooperate. The hand moves anyway.
“Shh, Lili. You’re okay. Can you hear me?”
She gives a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan in response.
“Okay. I need you to tell me something. Are you bleeding anywhere?”
It takes her a moment to fully comprehend the question, but she shakes her head no.
“Good. That’s good.” Leigh hesitates, and Liliana takes a second to try and orient herself. Leigh’s face is above her now. She must be…yes, she’s lying with her head on her lap. The proximity makes her heart skip a beat, but she doesn’t have the strength to change her position.
“When’s the last time you ate something? Before…before coming here?”
Food. Liliana’s stomach groans at the thought. It’s a struggle to get her mind to go back that far, to remember the day before she was kidnapped, and even more of a struggle to put the memories into words.
“I…I had a…the end of…a sandwich? Like…like…” ¿Cuál es la palabra, cuál es la palabra? “…el pan, con mayonesa. Para el desayuno.” She doesn’t even register that she’s switched to the language she grew up speaking.
“Not a whole sandwich? Just…bread with mayonnaise?”
Liliana hums in agreement, holding up two fingers to indicate how big the piece had been. She’d hoped for at least a little bit of meat left on it when she pulled it out of its takeout box, but hadn’t been that lucky.
“¿Qué más?” Leigh urges softly.
“Saved the…the fries…for dinner.”
“Fries. Okay. Just…plain fries?”
“Mhm.” It had been about a handful. Most were the small, crunchy bits, but she didn’t mind. They had good seasoning, even cold.
“And that was…the day before you were taken? You didn’t eat anything the day of?”
“No. No pude encontrar nada.” She’d just thought she was hungry that morning. It was nothing compared to now.
“You couldn’t find…” Leigh cuts off, then after a moment leans down so she’s looking Liliana directly in the eyes. She tries to focus in on her, but her facial features seem to be wavering and multiplying.
“Lili…I could be completely wrong about this, but…are you…homeless?”
The shame is like a punch to the chest. It’s not like she’s tried to hide the truth from her…her sister. But she was perfectly okay with her not knowing. From what she’d gathered from her clothing and snippets of conversation, she’s a successful businesswoman. Might even possibly be the CEO of a company, if she’d heard correctly.
And her little sister lives next to a dumpster and survives off other people’s trash and charity.
Still, she can’t lie to her. So she nods, slowly, and whispers, “Sí.”
There’s no real reaction. Leigh leans her head back against the wall again, staring off into the distance, not saying anything. Before Liliana can go too deep into her spiral of she’s disgusted by me she’s ashamed to call me sister she wishes I’d stayed out of her life, though, something touches the top of her head, yanking her attention away. It’s…fingers. Leigh is running her fingers through Liliana’s hair.
She freezes, mind going in a dozen different directions. Someone’s touching her, and touching always means pain, but…this feels really nice? It doesn’t hurt at all, but it could hurt, it could change at any moment, she could grab a handful of her hair and pull…but then again this is Leigh, and she hasn’t treated her with anything but kindness over the past couple of days. But she really shouldn’t be touching her hair, her hair is gross, it’s greasy and matted and no nice, respectable person like Leigh should be putting their hands anywhere near it. Except it’s so gentle, and soothing, and she hasn’t been touched like this in…in years, and she can’t seem to do anything but melt into it, eyes drifting shut.
“You were probably half starving already,” Leigh murmurs. Liliana’s eyes flicker open at the sound, but are too heavy to stay that way long. “We ne-…-ou some foo-…-re really worr-…me.”
The pitch blackness behind her eyelids is inviting. Her head doesn’t hurt so much anymore, even her stomach has calmed, no longer trying to turn itself inside out. She doesn’t know what Leigh is saying, but her voice is soothing, despite the fact that it sounds very far away.
Suddenly the hair petting stops, and there’s a warm hand on her cheek, tapping. Pulling herself back up out of the depths of the darkness is difficult, but eventually she manages to pry her eyes open, the pain in her head spiking again with her return.
“Lili, you need to stay awake.”
Stay awake? Had she fallen asleep? She tries to answer, but words are hard. English, especially, is hard. “Cansado,” she finally manages.
“Sí, lo sé.” She doesn’t go back to rubbing her hair, and Liliana wishes she would, but she does keep her hand against her cheek, and that feels pretty nice, too. Occasionally her thumb strokes across her cheekbone.
They spend what could be an eternity like that, Liliana floating on the edge of consciousness while Leigh does her best to keep her on the waking side of it. Sometimes she nearly gives into the darkness again, and the tapping fingers bring her back. Sometimes Leigh hums, or talks, and even though she can’t concentrate on what she’s saying it’s nice to have the reminder that she’s not alone.
Finally, the lock on the heavy door turns with an echoing click that catches her attention. She turns her head on Leigh’s lap just in time to see the door creak open slightly, a man’s hand rolling three water bottles onto the floor.
“Hey!” Leigh’s voice rings out sharply, none of the earlier softness there now. The hand is gone, but the door pauses, not closing yet. “Tell Malcolm that if he doesn’t get some food in here right now he’s about to lose one of his pets.”
The door opens a bit more, and the man steps in - through the haze, Liliana recognizes him as one of the men who’d grabbed her from the alley - light spilling into the room with him. He squints in their direction, looking them up and down.
A sharp pain stabs through Liliana’s stomach, and she winces before shutting her eyes again. Leigh and the man are having a conversation above her that she can’t decipher. Somewhere in the distance, there’s the sound of a door shutting, then a hand begins carding through her hair again, fingers tapping on her cheek. She hums, but can’t make her eyes open this time. It’s just too hard.
The next thing she’s aware of is a scent. It takes her a moment to process it and place where she’s smelled it before. It’s…peanut butter. Her eyes pry themselves open almost of their own volition, even though she’s half convinced that she’s hallucinating.
“Hey, chica.” Leigh smiles down at her, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ve got food for you, open up.”
Liliana obeys automatically, and a small piece of something is slipped between her lips. The taste of peanut butter explodes across her tongue. Whatever it is, it’s chewy, with chunks in it that she identifies as peanuts. Leigh is waiting with another piece pinched in her fingers as soon as she’s done swallowing that one.
As she chews the second bite, her eyes flick up to Leigh’s face, and the granola bar she’s holding. A small smile crosses her lips when she sees Liliana looking at her. “You really scared us, you know that?”
Liliana isn’t sure what she did, but she whispers, “Sorry.”
“Just eat right now.” Leigh pushes another bite up to her mouth. “But let me know if it gets to be too much.”
“I can…I can do it.” Having to be hand fed is far too embarrassing. The look Leigh gives her is dubious, but she holds the granola bar out to her anyway. It takes all of Liliana’s strength to raise her arm and grasp it, hand shaking so hard she nearly misses, and once it’s in her hand she can’t quite seem to bring it any closer to her face. She feels pathetic. Leigh hasn’t had food while they were here, either, and she seems perfectly fine.
Without a word, Leigh wraps her hand around Liliana’s and guides the food toward her. It isn’t much better than hand feeding, but Liliana swallows what little pride she has left and accepts it.
She manages to make it through three-fourths of the granola bar before she decides she can’t hold anymore. Leigh wraps it up carefully and sets it to the side, then goes immediately back to petting her hair.
“We’ll try to get some more in you in a little while. There’s another bar here, too, that you can have when you’re done with this one.”
There’s something…questionable about that statement, but she doesn’t currently have the energy to figure out what and why.
They stay huddled together for a while longer, not speaking much. Eventually Leigh helps Liliana sit up again, which sends her head spinning, though not as badly as before. She takes more bites of granola bar whenever she feels she can. Leigh stays pressed up against her side the whole time, and Liliana is surprised to find she doesn’t mind it at all.
Then the lock turns and the door opens again, and Malcolm himself steps inside. A harsh shiver runs down Liliana’s spine at the sight of him. Leigh shifts even closer to her, face set like stone.
“Well, Birdy.” His voice is sickly sweet, his eyes roving over them with far too much delight. “I think it’s time you pay me for the food you ordered.”
Liliana can feel the way Leigh flinches, and finds herself reaching out to hold onto her arm. She doesn’t know precisely what the man wants, but she knows it isn’t good.
“I did you a favor,” Leigh spits. “I kept you from killing her with your neglect.”
Instead of getting angry, he smiles. “Hm. You’re right, the little one is the troublemaker, here.” His gaze is solely on Liliana now, and it makes her skin crawl. “Maybe she should be the one to pay up.”
“No!” Leigh is on her feet instantly. “I’ll do it. Leave her alone.”
“Leigh -” She may not know her sister very well, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t scared for her.
“It’s okay, Lili. Just keep resting. I’ll be back soon, alright?”
Liliana watches helplessly as Malcolm latches onto Leigh and tugs her out of the room. The door shuts and locks with an ominous clang. She’s suddenly freezing again without Leigh next to her, but she’s pretty sure that the way her body is trembling is more from fear than the cold.
She isn’t worth whatever he’s about to do to Leigh. She should have just left her alone.
It was cold. Whumpee was hovering right in between consciousness and passing out again, but it was cold.They were shivering before they had even come to, their entire body shaking.
A sound accompanied it, accompanied the shaking. It was a clinking sound. A sound that echoed and reminded them of wine glasses at dinner parties. But they couldn’t be bothered to care about that when it was so fucking cold and their head was so heavy and the pressure behind their eyes was building and building into a sizeable migraine.
Squinting, they groaned, clenching their teeth together. A blinding light blocked everything out, seemingly positioned squarely above their line of sight. Instead of trying to see where they were and why it was so cold, they listened, trying to decipher. They could hear talking, muffled albeit.
Their limbs felt heavy too; they couldn’t move. They couldn’t move. They realized came like a punch to the gut and they started thrashing. Their eyes flew open, in spite of the light.
A few different voices spoke at once. Whumpee stopped cold. They recognized one of them, and once their eyes adjusted, their blood went cold.
Whumper stood above them, face unreadable save for a small smile. They leaned in closer, one hand petting them like an animal. The other held a syringe.
“Don’t.” Whumee said, voice strained and mouth dry. They pulled against the restraints, but they held tight. A table, fitted with leather straps. “I’ll fucking kill you. Don’t you dare-”
They felt the tell-tell pinch in their neck, felt the sting. Only moments later, they could feel their body going slack. Their breath slowed. Or maybe the world did. Things tipped out of proportion, colors leaking into each other just a little.
A soft groan left their mouth as they focused on staying awake. They couldn’t quite remember why they needed to stay awake, only knew that they did. They needed.. they needed…
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Whumper chuckled as Whumpee’s body relaxed, betraying them. A second or two later, their eyes took on a glazed over look, one that said Whumpee was utterly gone. Maybe even comeplety blacked-out at this point.
“So sorry for the inconvenienc, ladies and gents.” They capped the syringe and stuffed it in their pocket. “This one is unusually hard to keep sedated, but they are a pretty one, aren’t they?” Whumper said, tilting their head from side to side for the party-goers to ogle.
He’s still not good on land. His frozen toes slip and stumble on the icy ground, and the short length of chain between his ankles doesn’t help his balance either. He remembers how he whimpered when they chained both legs—whimpered less from the cold iron on his skin and more from the expectation he will walk for them. The consequences of not moving as fast or as well as they want him to.
It’s been a mere sliver of day since they dragged him into the snowy light, and he’s already earned himself bruises.
At least the cages are elevated, away from the ground that’s turned his feet blue. They sit on a deck, a little like the one the humans dragged him onto. But this boat doesn’t skim and churn the water—instead, harnessed wolves pull it across the snow. He shrinks back from curious eyes and fangs that linger behind furry muzzles. One of them growls in warning as his stumbling almost sends him into them.
Someone wraps him in blankets, pinning arms he barely knows how to use. He struggles and receives another slap for it. This swaddling reminds him of his life as a seal, but perverted. Even on land, he could move better when he was a seal. Ropes are bound around the bundle, keeping him from shaking off the alien furs.
Then he’s dropped into one of the cages. Not carefully, and the sharp wire mesh gashes his cheek on the way down. He rolls at the impact with the ground, and feels the blood spread across his face. Hot wetness soothes features numb with cold.
A wordless murmuring. Another shape, similarly secured, pants and huffs their way over to him. A tongue scrapes at the wound, at first rough but then turning to little licks. Someone on his other side nestles into the gap between head and shoulder, a warm presence at his neck.
He ends up falling asleep among their little pile, as the musher shouts and drives the sled dogs on.
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Chained and furless as he is, there is no escaping the north winds that blow through the cracks in the walls. No escaping this frozen, stinking air that lifts every little hair on his unfamiliar, clumsy form. No escaping the shivers, or the tears, or the fear-induced trembling that won’t go away even when he hides under the blanket.
No escaping.
He thinks that air might be less cold than water. Remembering the way he lay among the fishing nets, his furs shed, the puddles on the deck sapping every last bit of strength. It barely matters; his current state optimises him for neither, and the iceberged sea would at least offer a familiar grave.
They don’t want to let him die.
Kill him? Maybe. But they gave him the blanket to help stave off the cold, and they throw him the leftover fish from the drying-lines. He’s fed poorly, but he’s fed. He sleeps in the day, his shivers at night keeping him awake, but the cold is survivable. There will be no death through neglect, and perhaps not a death at all.
The possibility fills him with dread.
He gnaws at the blanket, tugging the fibres with his blunt human teeth. It tastes like fish and something oily. Sometimes he sucks on the corner until he falls asleep. The motion soothes him somehow. It’s one of the few things that does.
His leg hurts. All his limbs hurt, actually—his brain misfires at the signals coming in from body parts that aren’t as it expects—but his left foot takes the brunt of it. Thick iron encircles the ankle, rubbing the skin raw. He fought it in the beginning, yanked at the chain as if his own miserable strength might be enough to break him free. Now he doesn’t try. Where would he go, without his furs? The chain isn’t even strictly necessary, not while the humans hold his seal-skin hostage.
He’s crying again. Tears that don’t make sense but feel so natural, in a way they never did in the ocean. Humans must shed them in times of sorrow. He thinks he heard one of their small ones weeping outside the wall of the shack.
How cruel, that he should become kin with his own captors.
And yet, no matter how much his seal nature tries to take over, it is the human nature that mourns his freedom.
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Kai groaned, warm blood staining hys gloves as hy impatiently ripped them off. The continues beeping from the smoke detector added to their annoyance, ringing loudly in hys still working ear.
“I’ll go deaf on both sides at this rate.” Hy muttered to themselves.
They used a small knocked over table as stepping stool as hy broke the alarm with a firm punch. Muffled shouts echoed through the empty hallways, one of the captives getting dragged back to its cell by two guards. Kai readjusted the metal covering their lower arm, making sure all wires were in the right place before snatching hys gloves off the ground and following them. Catching up with the guards wasn’t an issue with how much they got slowed down by the struggling captive. Hy trailed behind them silently until they reached their destination, where Kai turned to leave. A hand on hys shoulder stopped them in their tracks.
“The kid’s run off again. If you don’t find her before boss comes back I’m blaming it on you.”
Hy nodded, clenching their hand around the gloves hy was still holding. Hy marched off before he could say another word to them. Hy didn’t look to where they were going, and hy didn’t need to, having the layout of the lab laid out like a map in hys brain. And, Mika never went beyond the parking lot at the times she did go out, making the job of finding her easy. It was more a matter of finding her in time. Hy scanned the dark hallways at every turn, noting down every splatter of blood and stray equipment as something to clean later. Unsurprisingly, hy found her sitting on the roof behind the loud generator nobody came near, if they came up at all.
“Mika.”
She yelped, head whipping to the side. “Kai,” she breathed. “What is it?”
“You’ve been here too long. I’ll escort you back down.” They stuck their hand out for her to take.
Mika reached out for hys other wrist instead, uncurling hys fingers to pry the bloodied gloves out. She studied them momentarily, then glanced over hys body and shook her head. “I can return by myself. Please, go to the medical bay to get your wounds treated.”
“Understood.”
Despite her command, Kai kept a close eye on her all the way until the second floor, where she would depart to her own room. They stood in place for as long as they could see her, swiftly turning and hopping down the next flight of stairs. Hy rarely visited the medical bay, they only went on her request when she insisted hy needed the assistance. They never understood why, but didn’t dare to defy a human’s command. The first — and only — time they had made an attempt to explain why it wasn’t necessary she simply frowned and dragged hym there by hys arm. Master found out quickly, and the punishment they received afterwards rendered the trip useless.
“Doctor.”
“Is it important? Do you have my deliveries?” The doctor remained focused on cleaning another guard’s wounds.
“I do not but will bring them once they arrive. I was sent here by Mika.”
“That kid again? Tell her that you’ll be fine, robots are meant to take damage. I don’t want to see you here again unless you’re dying.”
“Yes, doctor.”
Kai left as quickly as hy could, mentally going through the list of things that needed to be dealt with. They felt sweat slowly roll down their face, which they felt was warmer then usual. Hy brushed it off, making their way down to the boss’ office to report all that happened. An influx of pain shot through hys nerves, barely containing a surprised gasp as they stumbled.
“What the hell..” They muttered, swallowing dryly.
Hys eyes darted around to make sure no one would see, slowly tracing hys thumb down their side until they hit the injury hidden behind cloth. That was another thing hy needed to remember for later. They briefly considered turning off the pain receptors, but it would lead to terrible punishment if Master found out. Hy pushed away the thought and hurriedly continued walking before someone would catch hym doing nothing. They passed very little people on hys way to the boss, most ignoring their presence and few giving them a nod.
“Mika ran off again?”
Kai hadn’t stepped foot into the boss’ office before he spoke up. “Yes, sir. She did.”
“And you didn’t stop her?”
“I wasn’t aware that she had gone off on her own again. There was—”
Bolts of electricity moved through their spine, cutting hym off.
“That’s not what I asked.” He grinned, loosely holding a small remote.
Hy took a deep breath. “I failed to do my duty and stop her, sir.”
“Correct.”
Kai licked their lips anxiously, clasping hys hands together to stop them from shaking. The movement only drew the boss’ attention to them, staring hym down coldly. They shifted slightly on their feet, hoping to get the lecture over with.
“I can’t help but feel that you’ve been doing worse and worse lately,” He commented. “I mean look at you! Can’t stand still properly, can’t answer questions correctly and,”
He leaned forward on his desk. “Can’t get through one attack without getting severely wounded.”
Hy remained silent, scared of how shaky hys voice would sound if they spoke.
“I need you to take note of all the damage caused to the left wing, scout for any survivors, and then return back to your room. I’m sending you back to your engineer tomorrow.”
“..Yes, sir.” Hy nodded.
Kai went through the commands in the order given, wandering around the left wing and noting down everything hy saw while keeping an eye out for anyone else. They instinctively reached for the hilt of hys knife hearing footsteps behind them. Mika stepped back in a flinch, raising her hands in submission.
“It’s just me, Kai.” She laughed, making hym relax.
“I’m sorry. Why are you here?”
“Oh! I cleaned your gloves for you, and was trying to find you to give them back.” She practically shoved them at hym, allowing hym to put them back on. They were still lightly damp from being washed, but hy didn’t mention it. At least the majority of stains were out.
“Thank you.” Kai bowed.
“Ah don’t worry, it’s nothing. And, um, could you maybe help me with training again? It’s just.. Easier when I’m doing it with you.” Mika played with her hair as she chuckled.
Hy nodded. “Of course. Although, I will be gone for an unspecified amount of time starting tomorrow. Your father will know more then me.”
She stopped her fidgeting. “Really?.. Hm, okay. I’ll ask pa about it later. Ah, I’ll- I don’t wanna hold you up any more, you can continue on with what you were doing.”
Hy watched her run off quickly, seemingly in a hurry to get somewhere. They rubbed a hand over their face, breathing a hefty sigh. Hy felt hys shirt sticking to their back, wet and sticky with sweat. The awful pain in their side came back, urging hym to call it quits and return to hys room. They had already covered the majority of damage, and doubted anybody would be left alive under the rubbish. Hy could take the punishment for whatever they missed later, right now they just wanted to sleep.
– tw;; pet whump, captivity whump, multiple whumpees, caretaker new master, mild angst (?), references to training, long paragraphs –
I think there was something you saw, walking down that street. You were staring endlessly, breathlessly, until you inhaled sharply. Stabbing through my thoughts like a dull knife and pulling down to make me see the tears wetting your shirt. I reached out to dry it off, to make the stain disappear before Master came back. You turned to me but never met my eye and I apologized. You weren’t quiet. You were crying, right on my shoulder where the tears moved to fall on my sweatshirt. The one you gave me that night, when I was covered in water. And blood. The blood still stained because you couldn’t wash it out. Master said it was fine. He’d buy a new one. But I denied. I denied because I was scared that the new one would get stained the same way. He nodded with a fake smile. I wish his smile was more like yours. Warm and familiar. Yours is sweet and real. Calm and soothing. Adjective and adjective. Theres too many ways to describe how I feel about you. There’s been many ways others have described how they feel about me. None of those could apply to you. For you, the opposite is real. I wish today was the opposite, so that you’d be smiling again. Smiling and telling me how you thought the bug you saw on a leaf in the garden had cute horns. They weren’t horns, Master corrected you. I don’t care what they are, or what they’re called. But in the moment I wish I did.
If I told you all I knew about the bugs in the garden, would you look in my eyes and smile again? Or compliment me on my knowledge of animals? Perhaps that would distract you from the pain you are in. I distract myself with thoughts. Endless thoughts that endlessly run through my mind. They pause when you look at me, and huff with a smile. I don’t know why you huff. Are you the one running through my mind? It feels like you’ve been occupying a space in my head all along. A space I thought would remain empty. I shouldn’t think. My thoughts are always wrong. That’s what the trainers said. And repeated. They always repeated it. They repeated it until I repeated it. I have too many thoughts. I think too much. That’s what they always say. No. No not the trainers. The people. The people you stare at so intently when they walk by on the street. The ones that made you cry when you looked at their faces but I didn’t know why. Why would you cry looking at someone without a face? Maybe you don’t like faceless people. If you don’t like faceless people then why don’t you look at me? I have eyes you can stare at, a nose you can touch yours with and lips that allow us to talk.
I want you to stare at me. I need you to look in my eyes with that deep gaze you always seem to have. You’re always looking. You’re attentive and alert. Your mind isn’t occupied by unnecessary thoughts like mine. You didn’t need to be told to stop thinking because your mind doesn’t hold your thoughts but your eyes do. They don’t look at your eyes the way you look at theirs. And mine. You look at mine so differently. I don’t want them to look deep into your eyes and occupy place in your mind. I want to take a spot in your mind the same way you took one in mine. Or perhaps I’m incapable of that. You’re capable of so many more things. You know what to do and when to do them. You follow the commands of the faceless people so much better then I do. If I claim a spot in your mind, can I learn to be so great? Perhaps you’ll look deep in my eyes and teach me.
I want you to open your eyes and allow me to dry the tears running down your cheeks. They fall past your lips like they aren’t there. I see its there. You use it to talk to me, and tell me how I feel. You know how to do that. You’re good at telling me what is important to think because I think too much and those thoughts trample over what is important for me to know. You tell me I need to know my emotions. You said you would help me know. I want to know your emotions. I want to know how you feel, how you think and how you’re so good. When I cry you hug me and tell me its alright. I do the same for you. I hold you closer and closer. Your hair is getting in my eyes and mouth but I do not know if I should care. I decide not to care. You hug me back, the weight of your arms keeping me connected to the ground and reminding me to care about the cold tiles beneath us and the footsteps that echo off it. But I chose not to care about our Master crouching down beside you, slowly petting your head. I want to be the one doing that but I didn’t think of doing that because nobody told me I needed to.
I think you’re important enough to care for me to about. You’re important enough for me to care about. You’re important. You’re important to me. Am I important to you? Do you think about me? Am I important enough to think about? Am I important enough for you to care about? Or are those thoughts about me a discard-able thing like I am. Will you discard me from your mind? Will you push me away and look me in my eyes while telling me that I’m no longer fun? People have told me that many times. It’s okay. You can be honest. You can tell me how you feel. I need to know how you feel. I need to know that you’re alright. Or that you’re not, so I know to make you feel alright. Your words make me feel okay. I hope mine do the same for you.
A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.
She can’t reach far, not with her wrists chained to the floor behind her, and neither can he.
But the chain is just long enough to reach out to him. She can strain far enough to touch the tips of their fingers together.
He reaches back, silently accepting her touch, curling his fingertips around hers.
Neither of them will look at the other. Neither wants to think of the wreck that has already been made of their bodies, or of the pain, or of the grim knowing that this is only the beginning.
But she has to think about it. They will most likely die here, she knows. That’s not what’s important, her life is not important. She has secrets to protect, a world to defend. She will take whatever tortures they can throw at her. She will never, ever falter, never break.
But she needs to know that she can trust him.
“Hey,” she says, her voice hushed in the dark, cramped cell. “I need you to promise me.”
He stirs just a little. She has his attention.
“Whatever happens, whatever they do to me… no matter what,” she commands, voice quiet but certain, “Don’t tell them anything.”
She understands her duty. She would give her own life for the cause in a heartbeat. But giving up someone else’s life is different. She is giving him permission. She is putting her life in his hands. She needs to know that he understands.
He nods slowly. She sees, out of the corner of her eye. It’s not enough. She needs to be certain.
She turns to look at him.
“Hey.” Her voice grows stern and forceful. “I mean it. No matter what happens. They put a gun to my head, you let them pull the trigger. They torture me, you don’t tell them anything to make it stop. If I scream, if I beg for mercy, don’t fucking listen. I’m telling you right now. Whatever fucking happens.“
She stares into his eyes, hard and firm. She means every word she’s saying.
He can’t not agree.
“Okay,” he nods, “I won’t.” He seems to be assuring himself as he says the words. “I won’t tell them anything.”
“You know I’d do the same for you,” she says, voice a bit softer. “I have to. It’s our duty.”
“I know,” he nods. “It’s okay. Whatever happens…” He takes a deep breath, turning his face away from her. “Yeah. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
He can’t look at her anymore. But he presses his fingers against hers as hard as he can.
They are comrades in arms, casual friends, nothing more. They are not close. But this may very well be the last friendly touch either of them ever feel. Neither wants to let go.
“Hey,” she whispers, voice steady and calming. “It’s okay.”
He nods, staring ahead. “Yeah.” His breath threatens to shake, his voice is quiet, but he stays calm. “It’s okay.”
That little frantic struggle from the whumpee before the whumper pins them down. Arms pushing back, or trying to pull away, messily, defiantly, terrified.
Then in an instant it’s forced to a stop as their wrists are pinned firmly in place and both the whumpee and whumper breathe heavily as they look back at one another. Whumper smiling at their easy victory over whumpee who is less happy about the situation.
Couldn’t find a gif for example, but hope you know what I mean. It’s
“Look at you,” Whumper mocked. As they knelt down beside Whumpee’s beaten body, they tilted their chin up with their index finger, smirking. “You were so determined not to break, too. I was almost rooting for you.”
When Whumper arrived again, Whumpee was laying on the floor, drugged and severely beaten, with Caretaker reluctantly following behind Whumper, a look of fear seeded deeply in their eyes.
The room was carouseling for Whumpee, their thoughts sporadically spinning.
The only thing that was crystal clear to them in that moment was that caretaker was holding a gun in their sweaty, trembling hands.
Caretaker doesn’t want to shoot Whumpee.
Although with a weapon also at the ready pointed at the back of Caretakers head, they are forcefully pressured.
“Do it.”
In a dry yet sinister voice, Whumper whispers, urging a hesitant Caretaker to pull the trigger on the helpless Whumpee.
A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.
× × ×
Whumper lightly stumbled in through the front door of their home while flicking on the front entrance lights.
They squinted faintly while rubbing their eyes between their fingers, softly letting out a sigh.
‘Jesus, when did these lights get so damn bright?'
They had been out celebrating a close friend’s party and, once again, may have been coaxed to have a few too many Rum & Cokes throughout the evening.
And perhaps a couple straight shots of some Apple Pie Whiskey.
Whumper slid their shoes off carefully while leaning their shoulder on the wall for better support.
They stayed still for a moment, feeling a wave of dizziness impact their senses, causing them to shift so their back was flat on the more pleasantly cooler wall.
“M'definitely not in my college years anymore, that’s apparent…”
Scowling slowly to themselves, they waited for several moments before feeling more steady, at least enough to move themselves from the wall towards the hallway.
While stumbling slightly on the way and having to stop once or twice to regain their balance from being hit by a sudden dizzying state, Whumper reached their room almost immediately, collapsing in their bed, letting out a long drawn out sigh.
'Never again.. I gotta’ stop letting those idiots convince me to stoop to their level whenever I go to one of their parties..’
The room around them spun slowly, as if they were riding on a child’s carousel at the fair.
It wasn’t unbearable, though it was distracting as Whumper tried to relax themselves.
Some hours had passed now, and Whumper had somehow managed to ease themselves enough in their inebriated state to doze off during this period until they abruptly awoke, sitting up a little too fast, causing a sudden lightheaded feeling to overtake them.
Whumper grunted softly while running their hand through their faintly damp hair from the light sweat that coated their brow.
They got up after a couple minutes and the feeling of faint nausea subsided, eventually walking towards their walk-in closet, slowly and carefully stripping out of their lightly damp clothing before changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a black tank top.
A still silence took over the room, as Whumper could still feel the effects of their earlier alcohol consumption.
They couldn’t help but also feel a bit lonely
Whumper sighed softly while shaking their head a bit, trying to ignore the feeling while heading back to bed.
All they could do was restlessly stare into the dark towards the ceiling, listening to the silence around them.
///
Whumpee was quietly asleep in the next room over, though they hadn’t intentionally meant to fall asleep so carelessly.
After hours of nervously waiting for Whumper to return, the exhaustion had finally overcome Whumpee, causing them to get too comfortable and close their eyes for a little too long, causing them to fall asleep only moments after shutting their heavy eyes.
A sudden, sharp whistle suddenly cut through the silent room, abruptly awakening Whumpee in a panic as their eyes shot open wide and instantly locked on Whumper while they stood up quickly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you Whumpee? Were you enjoying your little nap, hm?” Whumper asked in a faint dry tone, but their words were softly slurred under their breath.
“You didn’t, Master; I was just—”
“Shut up. I don’t have the patience to deal with your blabbering. I want you to come with me."
"I.. I would rather not.” Whumpee cautiously spoke as they looked off to the side in a more annoyed way while crossing their arms tightly in front of their chest.
“I beg your pardon?"
"I don’t want to go with you.. I didn’t do anything! Why am I being punished?"
Whumper narrowed their eyes at Whumpee while stepping forward, watching the regret fill Whumpee’s eyes as they uncrossed their arms quickly while stepping back.
"What have I told you about questioning me and my authority?”
Whumper grew closer as they quickly reached out, grabbing Whumpee by their frail neck and pulling them closer towards themselves.
“Well? Speak since you have so much to say."
Whumpee barely had the time to catch a proper breath before stumbling forward, now more prominently smelling the alcohol on Whumper’s breath.
"To n-not..” They struggled to speak clearly as Whumper squeezed their hands faintly tighter, causing Whumpee to faintly gasp.
Whumper rolled their eyes before letting go of their neck but quickly catching their jaw in their grip, forcing Whumpee to look up at Whumper.
They stared down at Whumpee before slightly letting their jaw go, only to swiftly slap them across the cheek with the back of their free hand, causing Whumpee to let out a pained yelp.
But Whumper quickly re-caught them while more harshly turning their head as Whumpee whimpered softly in their grip.
“Exactly, to not.” They gazed down mockingly at Whumpee while smirking.
“Now, if you’re done showing off what little attitude you have left.. I highly suggest you come with me without protesting."
Whumpee stared up at them unwillingly as they stayed quiet for a moment before feeling Whumper’s grip on their jaw suddenly tighten, causing Whumpee to grunt softly before nodding.
"I understand, Master.."
"Good.” Whumper said, letting go of Whumpee after a moment, moving to the side, lightly nodding towards the open door.
Whumpee stared into the darkness of the hallway as they slowly stepped forward towards the door, exiting the room with Whumper while hearing the click of the door closing behind Whumper.
“Too my room."
The words caused Whumpee’s heart and soul to instantly sink as a cold sweat broke out across their brow while stiffly nodding, having to force themselves to continue forward in the direction of Whumpers’ room.
'What do they want.. no.. I-it’s obvious wh-what they want.. oh god.. N-no, not th-this.. n-not again..'
Whumpee’s thoughts frantically raced as a deeper fear and worry started forming a tight knot deep in their stomach, which only grew the closer they got to Whumper’s room.
There was a tension in the air that followed both Whumper and Whumpee as they entered the room.
It was dimly lit but only due to the slightly open curtain letting the moon’s luminous rays peek through.
"Get in the bed.” Whumper spoke bluntly as they closed the door while locking it behind them.
Whumpee froze as their eyes locked on the silhouette of the bed, only a few feet away.
In front of them, their feet were firmly frozen to the floor as their heart started to race in their chest as the thoughts started flooding in.
“Excuse me. I said, get in the bed.”
Whumper’s words were more stern with a lower underlying threatening tone to compliment it.
They glared towards Whumpee’s silhouette while stepping a bit closer behind them.
“Now."
Whumpee jumped slightly, quickly stepping forward a few feet while feeling the soft comforter hit their legs as they instinctively raised their knee, crawling into the bed, laying on their back stiffly, while a more nauseous feeling took over them.
Whumper too slid into bed after a moment while turning on their side facing Whumpee, putting their arm over Whumpee’s stomach, feeling them tense and hearing them whimper softly.
"Such an overthinker..” Whumper mocked them quietly. “How adorable.”
They shook their head faintly at Whumpee while shifting a bit.
“Face yourself towards me."
Whumpee stayed still before slowly turning towards Whumper, feeling their arm slide under their head while their other arm snaked firmly around their waist, pulling them closer while resting their chin on Whumpee’s head, feeling their hand softly caress their back.
It caused a deep chill to run up Whumpee’s spine, feeling so close to Whumper in such a wholesome way, it was unnatural and it made the hair on the back of their neck stand on end.
Though Whumpee stayed still, keeping their hands firmly against Whumper’s chest, trying to keep some type of barrier between them.
"If I find you’re missing in the morning, Whumpee.. I promise you that you will regret ever even thinking of leaving me."
Whumpee froze as Whumper’s words suddenly broke the silence of the room.
Hearing the seriousness in their tone, all Whumpee could do was stiffly nod, wide-eyed in a light fear.
It didn’t take long for Whumper to fall back to sleep peacefully, holding Whumpee close to themselves.
Whumpee, on the other hand, had overcome any tiredness or feelings of exhaustion that had previously plagued them.
'Don’t move.. don’t move.. not worth it.. just.. just stay awake..’
Their eyes stayed wide open and alert, making sure to keep all their senses aware of where Whumper’s hands were and any shift in movement that Whumper made, though they dared not move more than needed through the night.
They feared what the consequences would be if they were to wake Whumper too early or tempt their luck with what fate would fall on them if they tried to leave the room.
Whumpee’s mind raced all through the night, and they could swear that was the longest night they had ever endured.
So I noticed that there were some people wanting some more of This Drabble“Caught” I did sometime ago so … *softly drops a part two*✨
I did end up Naming Whumpee A (Avery)&Whumpee B (Bryn)I tried to keep them more Unisex names and still used (They/Them) but it got really confusing half way through. ☠️
× × ×
Whumper softly pressed their lips to their glass, taking a short drink of their preferred brand of whiskey.
The dark amber liquid left a rough warmth as it made its way into Whumper’s system, causing them to feel a bit calmer and more relaxed than their usual abrasive and cold self.
Though only a little,
“Ouch!”
Whumper gazed down at Avery, who was on all fours on the floor in front of them, acting as their foot rest.
It had been nearly several hours now that Avery had been forced to stay in such a position, the cold, hard flooring beneath them only adding to the burning, numbing sensation that had formed in their elbows and knees.
“Something the matter, Avery..” Whumper spoke softly, their words faintly slurred from their mildly intoxicated state.
“Oh no, not at all..” Avery replied with a faint sarcasm that Whumper almost immediately picked up on, as they felt their arms buckle briefly under their own weight.
Whumper narrowed their eyes slightly towards Avery while digging their heels into their lower back, lifting themselves in the chair a bit to readjust their position.
“Agh– Ow!”
“Fuck Off, Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole!?”
Avery spat angrily towards Whumper, narrowing their eyes into a deeper glare, feeling a sharp pain radiating from the area where Whumper had dug into them.
There was a pause. Avery suddenly went dead silent as they lowered their head to the floor.
“P-please I-i’m sorry–” They softly started to whimper.
“Shh–”
“You were warned, Avery..”
Whumper snapped their fingers sharply, signalling his henchmen.
“Don’t! P-please it was an accident, I-i didn’t mean to curse or insult you!”
“Tch, I feel it’s a little late for that. Besides, this little back and forth is starting to bore me, it’s always the same, ‘You’re sorry’, ‘You won’t do it again’ yet here we are. Again.”
Avery looked up again after a moment, hearing the door open, seeing Whumper’s Henchman holding a medium length chain and attached at the end, Bryn.
‘Damn it – Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do, I can’t let them hurt Bryn!’
Avery thought in a panic as their eyes locked with Bryn’s momentarily before they were roughly jerked forward, causing them to abruptly lose their footing and fall to their knees.
“Bryn!”
Avery cried out suddenly before feeling Whumper once again dig their heel deeply into their back, causing Avery to let out a painful gasp as they dug their fingernails deeply into their palms.
Bryn weakley gazed at Avery, shaking their heads subtly from side to side as if to try to tell them to stop.
“Well now.. I do believe the deal was that if you misbehaved, Bryn would take the punishment, was it not?” Whumper swirled the whiskey around in a circular motion in the cup, watching it idly.
It took Avery a moment before they quietly murmured their response.
“Yes.. But I–”
“Shut it!”
Whumper raised their voice sharply, slamming the glass on the table beside them, causing Avery and Bryn to both flinch from the loud thud.
“I made it very, very clear to the both of you the second you trespassed onto my property. That is what you became, My property.”
Whumper spoke aggressively with a deep voice while they got up from their seat.
“If at all the both of you owe it to me for not reporting the both of your pathetic asses to the police, do you think you’d still be together then? Not at all.You should be grateful to me!”
Their voice boomed like thunder throughout the room as Whumper walked past Avery towards Bryn, watching their eyes grow with an uneasy fear.
Bryn’s body trembled unconsciously as Whumper approached, their hearts racing in their chests as their breathing became faster, a tightness formed deeply in their throat as they looked up helplessly towards Whumper, who stood only feet away.
“Are you scared, Bryn?” Whumper asked calmly, though there was a light sinister tone behind it that made Bryn’s skin crawl.
“Y-yes, S-sir..”
They replied almost immediately in a lower, shaken tone, almost barely audible to anyone in the room.
Whumper stayed still with an unreadable expression as the tension in the room filled, the air almost too thick to breathe as they slowly kneeled down in front of Bryn.
“Good.”
Whumper smirked maliciously as they reached their hand up, tightly gripping Bryn’s cheeks between their fingers.
“You should be.”
Before Bryn or Avery could say a word, Whumper let go of Bryn’s face before swiftly punching them across the cheek, causing Bryn to nearly hit the floor, though they stayed suspended inches from the ground as Whumper’s henchman held tightly to the chain, choking Bryn.
The impact from Whumper’s fist was hard enough to cause the flesh on the inside of Bryn’s cheek to cut into their teeth, leaving a strong taste of blood in their mouth, filling their senses, while a hot, sharp stinging pain radiated from their cheek.
“Stop! Whumper please, please stop!!”
Avery begged as they watched from their spot.
Every inch of them wanted to run for Bryn and save them from Whumper, but they didn’t dare move from their spot, knowing that if they did, Whumper would only punish Bryn more severely.
Whumper ignored Avery’s pleas as they grabbed the chain roughly from their henchman, giving it some slack, causing Bryn to suddenly drop face first into the floor, hearing them gasp in pain.
“Maybe.. Just maybe you’ll actually learn something this time.”
Whumper didn’t hesitate as they pushed Bryn over onto their stomach, so their back was lying face up.
They raised the loose end of the chain in the air while twirling it a few times before swiftly whipping Bryn across the back, listening to them let out a blood curdling scream of pain as a hot wave of pain washed over them.
Bryn screamed continuously, their voice cracking and weakening over the next several whips.
Their back was burning with a searing white hot pain that numbed their other senses to everything except the throbbing emanating from their backs.
Bryn couldn’t tell if their spine had been broken or not by now with how deep the pain had sunk into them.
Whumper watched their body tremble and twitch under them as they stepped to the side, dropping the chain to the ground while turning his gaze to Avery.
They sat there still, on all fours, petrified with fear and a deep concern for Bryn.
Their eyes widened with fear and shock, watching Bryn’s body suddenly but slowly curl into the fetal position as they hugged their legs tightly to their chest, whimpering and crying out in pain.
“Take it away.”
The henchman, unphased by Whumper’s display, nodded as they walked towards Bryn, grabbing them tightly by the collar while pulling them up forcefully, hearing their cries grow louder as they dragged them out of the room.
It didn’t feel like long before the henchman returned, though this time for Avery.
They stepped closer, roughly grabbing Avery by the hair, causing them to yelp and whimper in sudden discomfort as the henchman started to forcefully pull Avery away from them, leaving Whumper alone in their study.
//
The henchman opened a door after a few minutes of walking down the hall leading to the stairs into the basement, tossing Avery into the room while slamming the door shut before they even made contact with the rough carpeting beneath them.
Avery gasped and grunted as they hit the ground, taking a moment to try to process what they had just witnessed before hearing a soft whimper break the tense silence.
“Bryn!?” Avery suddenly looked up from the ground, seeing Bryn curled up in a tight ball in the corner of the room, slowly rocking themselves for comfort.
“Bryn.. I-i’m.. I’m so–”
“S-stop.. A-avery.. stop..”
They paused, hearing the broken, pleading tone in Bryn’s voice.
“Stop.. what Bryn?”
“T-this!“ Bryn snapped. “A-all this.. I-i can’t.. k-keep c-covering for you.. t-talking your p-punishments.. I-i can’t Avery..”
Avery stared at Bryn with wide eyes.
A deep sting of guilt and pain slowly hit them, causing their chest to tighten as their eyes started burning with tears.
“I’m.. s-sorry..”
“No.. y-you’re not.. o-or you’d just fucking listen.. I-it’s like y-you don’t c-care.. so P-please.. if y-you do.. Stop..”
Avery was speechless as they slowly moved back from moving towards Bryn.
A deep hurt sunk in, causing their heart to slowly break as they backed off more until their back was pressed tightly against the wall behind them.
All they could hear through the bitter silence was Bryn’s soft cries and faint wails of pain, making them feel even more guilty than before..
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.
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.
Tw: Death of a character, Blood, Stabbing, Explicit Language, Abandonment, Anxiety, Manipulation, Captivity.
× × ×
Whumpee sat with their back to the cold brick wall behind them.
They couldn’t remember the time of day it would be right now, or even what time it was by the hour anymore.
The dreary, musty basement only ever saw the light of two dimly lit oil lamps that sat in the corners of the room opposite of each other, as the room was remodelled to have the windows bricked over, sealing Whumpee in there with little to no means of escaping their new forever home.
The flames steadily sat atop the cloth wick, Whumpee’s trembling breaths were the only thing to disturb the steady flame, occasionally causing it to flicker in the soft breeze.
There were no windows, only a single metal framed bed that a thin, worn-down mattress rested upon.
Whumpee let out a sigh while a softer feeling of abandonment crept into their heart, causing their expression to fall weary as their minds started to wander.
Why hadn’t Whumper returned to them yet? Had they done something wrong to displease Whumper? Has Whumper found themselves a new companion to keep them company?
These thoughts plagued Whumpee’s thoughts, unconsciously causing a few small tears to bead in the corner of their eyes as they sniffled softly.
“W-Whumper..” Whumpee whispered to themselves softly, pitifully craning their neck towards the door.
“Wh-whumper.. a-are you.. there?"
There was still silence in the room as Whumpee turned their body around so they were on their hands and knees, slowly pulling themselves towards the door.
a soft rattle of the chain that was wrapped around their ankle and anchored to the wall just by the bed echoed quietly in the room as Whumpee felt their body suddenly come to halt, only feet from the door.
"Whumper.. I-im still here.. did you forget about me..?” Whumpee’s voice was dry, their big water eyes gazed at the door, their arms reached out towards it, but they could only just faintly scratch the wooden door with their nails, just out of their reach.
“W-Whumper!?"
Whumpee’s voice grew a bit louder as it echoed against the walls, hearing the desperate tone in their own voice.
"Whumper!!"
"Whumper, I’m here! I’m still here!!"
"WHUMPER!!!”
Their screams rang hallow throughout the room and halls now.
Whumpee’s voice cracked as they let out a incoherent wail, their eyes now flooded with hot tears, burning their now puffy reddened eyes.
They hunched forward, wrapping their arms tightly around themselves, trying to give themselves any feelings of comfort and affection they could to calm themselves as their panic and feelings of loneliness grew deeper.
“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here..” Whumpee repeatedly whispered to themselves, their lips trembling as their teeth chattered from their anxious state.
But they soon found themselves laying on their side, knees tightly pulled to their chest as the only sounds that escaped were those of muffled sobbing and the occasional choked wail in hopes that Whumper would hear them.
Whumpee bit the inside of their lip hard.
After a few moments, they could taste a soft metallic blood on their tongue, though they couldn’t tell because their senses had become numb to anything but the craved need for Whumper.
It’s all Whumpee wanted, was Whumper to hold them, praise them, and caress their hair softly while whispering in reassurance that everything would be okay.
They understood that Whumper’s punishments weren’t meant to hurt them, but only to teach them to be better.
But somehow, Whumpee had somehow ruined it. They didn’t understand how or why, but they had upset Whumper so greatly now that they had abandoned them.
Whumpee opened their eyes while sniffling. Though they didn’t move from the floor, they simply laid there, motionless, and broken.
×××
Upstairs Whumper sat at their desk, idly smirking while watching Whumpee desperately plead for them.
In a way, Whumper thought it was pathetic how needy they were despite their ‘tough’ demeanor.
'I suppose I should go comfort the little thing before it completely snaps.. We truly would not want that again.'
Whumper lightly tapped the × at the top right of the screen while turning their monitor off, steadily arising from their seat as they walked calmly towards the hallway.
×××
After a few minutes, Whumpee heard a soft click come from the door, as if on cue, causing their body to suddenly jerk up, so they were sitting upright on their knees, wide-eyed, staring in an almost dog-like manner towards the entrance, impatiently waiting.
Whumper slowly pushed the door open while sliding the keys back into his pocket, looking down towards Whumpee with a more solemn expression, though it was not genuine.
“Whumpee..” They spoke softly while kneeling down, keeping their hand up to signal Whumpee to stay put, though their excitement almost made it nearly impossible. They did not want to do anything that could cause Whumper to leave them again.
“I apologise for being away longer than expected.. I truly am sorry.” They lowered their hands while extending their arms towards Whumpee.
Without hesitating, Whumpee sprung into Whumper’s arms, nuzzling their body as closely as they could against Whumper’s, resting their head under their chin while smiling ear to ear.
“I-i though you left me, forgot about me.. I did something bad.. I’m sorry, so sorry..” Whumpee spoke quickly, with faint hints of happiness, fear, and anxiety coating their words as they could barely form a coherent sentence.
“Shh, sh” Whumper hushed them softly while wrapping their arms securely around the smaller framed Whumpee while cuddling them closely, lightly resting their lips against the top of their head.
“I could never forget about you, Whumpee.. How foolish of you to think."
"M'sorry..”
“Tch, I suppose I can understand why someone so naive could think that. But that’s why you have me to take care of you, and teach you how to be good."
"Mhm~” Whumpee hummed softly in agreement, while wrapping their arms around Whumper’s neck. “M'thankful for Whumper.."
Whumper smirked to themselves while lowering their arm around Whumpee’s waist, pulling them closer.
"Of course you are.."
Whumpee let out a softer breath while opening their eyes, feeling a faint wave of relief.
"Whumper.."
"Yes, Whumpee..?"
Whumper shifted lightly, but stopped as they let out a short gasp, feeling a sudden sharp, pain in the back of their neck.
A warm liquid slowly trickled down their back as Whumpee pushed a rod they had broken off the bed frame and sharpened deeper into Whumper’s neck, twisting it lightly before pulling it out, hearing Whumper let out a pained scream before their grip loosened enough on Whumpee that they could push themselves free of their grip.
But they didn’t run, oh no.
Whumpee quickly knocked Whumper to the floor while climbing onto their lap, raising their hand to weild the rod high in the air before plunging it deep into Whumper’s chest, over and over, and over.
Whumper let out a blood curdling scream as they didn’t even have a chance to try and fight back to protect themselves as Whumpee continued to stab them relentlessly without hesitation.
Their blood splattered over the walls and pooled around Whumpers trembling, bloodied body as Whumpee panted heavily, now also coated in splatters of blood and small bits of flesh.
They took a moment to stare at the bloodied mess in front of them before a sudden wave of nausea hit them.
Whumpee quickly got up from the body only to collapse on their knees, hunching over while emptying the little contents of their stomach that were there, heaving heavily while trembling.
It wasn’t that Whumpee was having regrets, no.
Whumper deserved nothing more than a painfully slow death, and that’s exactly what they were getting.
Whumpee could still hear the shallow, gurgled breaths of Whumper as they desperately tried to cling onto what little time they had left while Whumpee slowly moved back over, bit only to quickly retrieve the keys from his pocket, and for a bonus, their wallet.
"Whumper..” Whumpee looked down at them in the same condescending way that Whumper would.
“Burn in hell.. I’ll see you again when I get there too, I promise."
There was a coldness to Whumpee’s voice as they leaned down, unlocking the chain from their ankle, and the collar from their neck, dropping it to the ground while feeling a faint chill from their skin being so exposed.
Whumpee turned as they walked slowly towards the door, opening it while looking back at Whumper’s motionless body.
'Rot here, piece of shit..'
Whumpee angrily slammed the door closed while locking it, breaking the key off as they turned it, making sure that there was no way Whumper could escape this long needed fate.
As they made their way up the basement stairs to the main floor, Whumpee felt a mix of emotions, though the only one they wanted to focus on, was the feeling of freedom.
Whumper smirked playfully, watching the chat go off on the side while returning their gaze to Whumpee (A) and Whumpee (B).
Whumpee (A) bit down hard into the silicone ball-gag lodged in their mouth, accidentally letting out a muffled scream as they felt Whumpee (B) press the tip of the knife to their back.
The cold kiss of steel bite into the exsposed skin of Whumpee (A)’s back, slicing through the thin flesh like warm butter, leaving shallow lacerations along their skin.
A thin slick coat of drool coated their puffy reddened lips and chin as their eyes gazed half lidded into the little camera in font of them.
“So what would my lovely viewers like to see them do next, hm?"
A few mundane comments came in, while more explicit requests were being made. Whumper had been considering a request when a paid donation suddenly chimed through the speakers.
’Have Whumpee (B) brand Whumpee (A). Whatever and wherever you’d like. I love your streams ;)’$75.00(USD)Donated.
Whumper smirked to themselves in amusement, "Well, who would I be to deny such a lovely request?"
Their smirk widened as it turned more malicious as they walked around to a table positioned at the side of the platform, where Whumpee (A) and (B) were forcibly seated.
Whumpee (B)’s eyes shifted to the direction Whumper walked to, hearing the soft flick of a blowtorch followed by a low hiss, An internal panic set in the pits of their stomach as a cold sweat formed over their brow as Whumpee (A) whimpered softly in a mixture of pain and desperation to be freed from this sick torture.
After a few moments passed, Whumper came into partial view of the camera, handing Whumpee (B) flaming red hot-tipped iron rod while gesturing towards them.
"Take it and carve the word.. '1k’ right there on their ribs, in celebration, of course, for your 1k following count.” Whumper lowly growled in a more mocking tone.
Whumpee (B) hesitated for only a moment before seeing the rising impatience growing behind Whumper’s steeled eyes, reaching out and taking the clothed end of the rod while turning back to Whumpee (A) with saddened eyes.
Whumpee (A) shivered, feeling physically nauseated from overhearing Whumper’s request while looking up towards Whumpee (B) forgivingly, giving them a subtle nod while biting down into the silicone ball again, trying to brace themselves for the incoming pain.
But nothing could’ve prepared Whumpee (A) for the intense burning pain from the dull tip dragging across their frail skin.
It sent waves of intense, searing pain throughout their body causing them to scream while arching their back and hips, tensing their muscles as the hot rod continued to burn and blister their skin.
It felt like an eternity had passed before Whumpee (B) finally dropped the rod beside them on the concrete platform, tears softly forming in the corner of their eyes as they stared in shock at Whumpee (A)’s trembling, broken figure beside them.
Whumpee (A)’s burned with white hot tears, as they stained and stung their scratched, bruised cheeks from earlier chat requests, as they could do nothing but lie there, shaking from the uncontrollable pain flaring and pulsing through their nerves.
Whumper watched their view count and chat interactions climb while smiling to themselves with pride and a sense of accomplishment at the performance they had been able to put on for their viewers, now wondering how long they could keep it going for until either Whumpee (A) succumbed to their injuries so they couldn’t proceed, or until the chat got bored with their new toys.
It was an honest mistake. Whumpee had gotten up so fast in excitement at the sight of the food Whumper was bringing in that they had lost their footing, accidentally knocking the dish from their hands to the floor.
Whumper stared at them in light anger and disbelief.
Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes as Whumper picked the silver dish up off the floor.
“I didn’t mean to–"
"Enough. Not a word. If you can’t accept what I give you with gratitude, then you get nothing at all."
"It was an accident! I-i swear, sir! Please!"
Whumper ignored their attempts to plead with them while turning their back to them and heading towards the door.
"Sir! P-please I’m sorry!” Whumpee softly sobbed, feeling cold tears now streaming down their cheeks. They watched as the door opened for a brief moment, and Whumper stood there looking back at Whumpee on their hands and knees, looking at them desperately.
They scoffed at their ridiculous state while blowing the door behind them as they left.
For a brief moment, they remained motionless, debating whether to scream or cry silently, knowing that this blunder would now cost them any chance of food for a few days.
They slowly looked up a bit towards the floor where little bits of food was still lying. They hesitated briefly, disgusted at the thought of eating directly from the floor, but Whumpee was desperate for any sort of food at this point.
Slowly, they crawled over, trying to pick at the food on the ground to try and save some form of dignity they had left, but the urge to eat was too strong and too much to ignore.
Whumpee sighed while closing their eyes for a moment before leaning down to the floor while licking at the ground, grabbing up any little bits of food they could find to help ease the pains in their stomach.
Though they felt ultimately humiliated, they couldn’t pass up any opportunity for food.
Whumper mercilessly fucking Whumpee for their personal pleasure in front of their henchman, or another Whumpee, or better yet, their caretaker.
Whumper softly praising them for being such a good little obedient toy.
Whumpee has no choice but to lay there, bent over Whumper’s desk stripped nude numbly with no emotion, staring into the other eyes, silently pleading for an escape from the tight grips of Whumpers hold, feeling each little movement.
The intense feelings of humiliation and embarrassment flood their senses while hot tears burn the corners of their eyes and stain their reddened cheeks.
Knowing that Whumper will only stop once they reach release, Whumpee will occasional whimper a soft moan or breathy gasp to help encourage them, though genuinely feeling disgusted with themselves during and after for doing so, but they always try to remember; It was only so Whumper would leave them and the other alone.
Whumper clicked their tongue in a soft, dissatisfied manner while inspecting the two troublemakers in front of them.
“So you’re to tell me these two.. pft, mongrels, were sniffing about my property?”
Whumper crossed their arms while their cold, hardened gaze rested on their henchman.
“Yes, I caught them around the back in the trash, no less."
"I was wondering what that putrid stench was.” Whumper looked down towards the two.
“So you’re little trash rats, picking away at the garbage of others to seek ends meet him? How pathetic."
Whumpee (A) gazed towards Whumper with disdain in their eyes.
"As if you have any right to judge us!”
They spat angrily, though in a quick response as the last word left their mouth, they were abruptly interrupted by a hard backhand across their frail cheek, sending them to the ground with ease, causing them to wail as they impacted the hard floor beneath them.
A hot, sharp, stinging pain radiated from the spot where Whumper’s Henchman had struck Whumpee (A) as hot tears swelled in their eyes, clutching their hand tightly over their cheek.
Whumpee (B) stood frozen, having seen their friend get hit so close to them.
A sting of helplessness flooded their emotions as they could only stare in shock at Whumper and their henchman.
“Y-You Hit m-me?” Whumpee (A) trembled in a mixture of shock and disbelief as they stared up wide-eyed at The Henchman.
“I did pipsqueak. You mouth off again, and I’ll do it again. You fucking hear me?” The Henchman sneered down towards Whumpee (A) as his gaze shot towards Whumpee (B).
“N'What about you, Hn? Got anything to say punk?"
"No. No sir.. I.. I want to go. Please, we won’t tell anyone.” Whumpee (B) softly pleaded while biting their lip nervously, feeling an underlying dread.
“Oh? Do you want to go?” Whumper chimed in curiously while raising their eyebrow, continuing,
“But you came all this way.. I think it would be best if you stayed."
Whumpee (B) felt nauseated at the way Whumper spoke so calmly, as if this was some game to them.
"What!?” Whumpee (A) blurted out suddenly in shock,
“Y-you can’t force us to stay here!”
Whumpee (A) was suddenly met with a sharp kick to the stomach, A wave of sickening pain took over them while they let out a scream of pain, tightly wrapping their arms around their now inflamed stomach.
Whumpee (B) let out a short yelp while pulling their hands to their mouth, covering their horrified expression as they continued to please,
“Please, no– I-i promise! No– I swear to God we will not tell a living soul."
"You swear to God, hm..?”
Whumper smirked in a sickening amused way while dropping their arms to their sides, stepping towards Whumpee (B), swiftly reaching out and grabbing their cheeks tightly between their fingers, forcefully pulling their face closer to Whumper’s as they listened to a soft whimper escape Whumpee (B)’s lips.
“Well around here, I am god.” Whumpers smirk widened more maliciously. “And I am not known for being a merciful one."
Whumpee (B)’s eyes suddenly widened, while tears formed in the corner of their eyes. A deep fear and uncertainty now possessed them, as well as a whirlwind of hopeless thoughts, leaving them speechless.
Whumpee (A) let out a loud gasp as the henchman suddenly grabbed them tightly by their wrist, pulling them backwards roughly, dragging them towards a hallway.
"LET ME GO! YOU CANT DO THIS TO US! YOU CAN’T KEEP US HERE!!”
They screamed loudly, protesting every moment as they twisted and jerked their frail, smaller body around in a desperate attempt to free themselves from the henchman’s strong grip.
While Whumper softly smirked at Whumpee (B), they ran their thump gently over their puffy lips, feeling them tremble in response.
“I have a feeling you’re going to learn to enjoy your time here.. whether you and your little friend there want to, or not."
Whumper shoved Whumpee (B) into the arms of one of his other henchmen while nodding them in the same direction as Whumpee (A) was dragged too.
As Whumpee (B) gets pulled towards the hallway, they can only feel pings of regret and guilt because it had been them that suggested even hitting this particular place up as it had always seemed vacant and empty.
They were only now going to find out exactly why that was.
[CW pet whump, slamming doors, yelling, broken bones, emeto/vomit mention (no actual vomit), vampire whumper.“
Danny forced himself to stay up all night until Ciaran came to get him. He was so, so tired, but that was good. Maybe he would actually be able to sleep through the day despite being forced to spend it with Ciaran. Fish had plenty of food and water, Danny had eaten and used the bathroom and everything, he should be fine. He would make it through another day, he just needed to be smart. He just needed to be good.
“Are you ready for bed, my dear little mouse?” Ciaran called as he descended the stairs. Danny scrambled quickly to the middle of the room, kneeling like he had been earlier, just waiting for whatever it was that Ciaran had planned. Sure, he hadn’t been told to do that, but better to do too much than too little, right?
“Y-y-yes, M-master.” He nodded shakily. Danny stared at the ground, too nervous to look up. Ciaran’s feet entered his field of vision soon enough. Danny stayed put, not daring to move without permission.
“Well?” Ciaran asked, filling the nervous silence of the room. “What are you waiting for then? Give me your ankle.”
Danny immediately adjusted to sit fully on the ground, offering his chained leg to him. Ciaran wasted no time, pulling Danny to stand the second his ankle had been freed. Hell, why stop there? Danny yelped as he was thrown over Ciaran’s shoulder and was carried up the two flights of stairs into his bedroom. Ciaran unceremoniously dumped him onto the plush mattress.
Danny couldn’t help but squeak as he was flung down, but landing on something so soft was a pleasant change from the hard ground of the cellar or the cheap mattress he’d been sleeping on. He looked up at Ciaran warily, but Ciaran had turned his back on him, stripping off his shirt after swinging his door shut.
Ciaran put on the softest looking pajamas Danny had ever seen and god was he jealous. He tried fruitlessly to suppress a shiver as Ciaran turned to him with a predatory glint in his eyes. Was the shiver from his fear or the chill in the air? Danny couldn’t tell, and Ciaran didn’t care. He simply relished in the power he held over his new pet.
A small, fearful noise cut through the silence as the light was shut off suddenly. The room was plunged into darkness, and still Danny could see a hint of the hungry red eyes of the monster trapping him. The bed shifted beside him, two cold hands maneuvering him to the perfect position to be a little spoon.
Danny let himself be pliable. He wouldn’t get hurt if he didn’t resist, right? Besides, it wasn’t worth it to fight. He would be able to sleep in a bed, with a blanket. That was more than enough incentive, even considering the person holding him. Besides, it didn’t seem like Ciaran was planning on doing anything to Danny in the bed. Nothing like… that. It really just seemed like Ciaran maybe just wanted company.
Ciaran’s body was surprisingly warm. For the first time in this awful place, Danny felt a crumb of comfort. He could imagine that the arms holding him from behind were someone else. Someone kinder. He was in a real bed, with a big, plush comforter and he was warm. He could hear a contented sigh from the man behind him. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“I think I was right, little mouse.” Ciarnan hummed. “You do make a nice little body pillow.”
“T-thank you, Master.” Danny said quietly. He felt a hand card through his hair, he could almost melt into it. For the first time, he felt something… nice.
“What for, mouse?”
“It’s warm…” Danny murmured tiredly. “I-I mean, um… Thank you, f-for letting me, um, for l-letting me be in y-your bed for tonight.” He tried to pick those words carefully, which was difficult considering he hadn’t slept at all, but he didn’t want it to seem like it was more than it was. He didn’t want it to seem like sleeping in a bed, or sleeping was a privilege that Ciaran could take away if he wanted. He didn’t want to give him any ideas.
“You’re very welcome, darling.” Ciaran yawned. It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep like this.
— — —
Both of them jolted awake at the sound of slamming doors and yelling. Danny nearly fell off the bed with the violence at which he jumped.
“CIARAN!!!” They heard Marcus yell frantically, angrily. It was terrifying… To Danny, at least. “HE FUCKING ESCAPED, CIAR! HOW THE FUCK-”
Ciaran simply heaved a sigh and sat up. Danny yelped as he was pulled forcefully from the bed by a hand in his hair. They came out to the railing overlooking the entryway of the house where Marcus was pacing frantically.
“He’s right here, dummy.” Ciaran said, still holding Danny by the hair.
Danny lamented the small break he’d had from shivering, the small break of comfort. His mind was racing now. Would Marcus punish him for leaving the basement, even if it was by Ciaran’s orders? Would Ciaran punish him for being woken up, even though Marcus was the one slamming doors? Danny resigned himself to the fact that today would likely be filled with pain.
And he was right. With a small movement of Ciaran’s arm, he was flung down the nearby stairs, groaning in pain as he hit the bottom. He looked timidly up at Marcus and quickly looked away. He looked angry. Shit, he looked so angry.
“Dunno why you were looking for him, but whatever.” Ciaran called from above. “Do whatever you want with him, I’m going back to bed.”
Without a word, Marcus had Danny by the hair and was pulling him back towards the basement. He made tiny pleas as he was pulled along, but it was no use. For the second time in 3 minutes he was thrown down the set of stairs. He screamed this time, a sickening crack rang through the cellar as he fell.
When he settled at the bottom, he cried, cradling a broken wrist. It felt like burning. His whole arm hurt, the pain radiating from the broken joint. It hurt like a tree struck by lightning, and his stomach churned like a lake during a storm. He felt like he was going to vomit what little food he had in him.
He wouldn’t have time to. Marcus followed him down the stairs, though he stayed upright on his descent. Mercifully, he grabbed Danny’s good arm, to drag him back to his bed and lock the shackle back around his ankle.
“I’m going back to bed.” Marcus growled. “I’ll figure out what to do with you later. And quit your pitiful crying. It’s disgusting. I swear if I so much as hear a whimper reach my room, you’ll fucking regret it.”
Marcus left the mess of a human curled up on the bed. Danny turned to lay on his side, elevating his bad wrist as best as he could by putting his one pillow between his side and his arm. He didn’t care right now. He would use the pillow, he would use the blanket. He had fucking earned it by now. Marcus would know that he didn’t deserve this reaction if he had just stopped for two seconds to figure out what actually happened.
Danny buried his face into the blanket and let himself cry.
Whumper is draining whumpee A of blood for an experiment; whumpee B steps in so whumper can take their blood instead
Whumper has been experimenting heavily on whumpee A; whumpee B sees that A is declining quickly and offers themself for whumper’s experiment
Heroes and villains:
Villain has kidnapped sidekick and is torturing him; hero takes sidekick’s place, knowing that sidekick can succeed him as hero
Sidekick saves hero from villain’s attack and gets gravely injured; hero snaps but has to decide between attacking villain and taking care of sidekick
Villain kidnaps civilian and threatens hero with civilian’s death; hero rescues civilian knowing that it’s all a trap and villain just wants hero dead
Supervillain orders villain to kill hero; villain makes the fatal choice to save hero instead
Immortality:
Whumpee becomes a royal bodyguard; when whumper kidnaps the royal to execute them, whumpee volunteers instead, but neither the royal nor whumper know that he’s immortal
Whumper threatens whumpee’s team; immortal whumpee makes a deal: whumper will kill him once for every team member that was saved; only whumpee knows that he can only come back to life a certain number of times
Magic/curses:
Inhuman whumpee has their scales/feathers/blood etc. harvested for a spell to find others like them; whumpee decides to kill themself so the magic won’t work
Whumpee has been cursed and is very sick; caretaker can’t bear to see whumpee suffer and manages to shift the curse so they’re the one dying instead
Team whump:
Whumpee is on the run with a team and for whatever reason their affiliation with the group puts everyone in extreme danger; whumpee gives themself up to whumper to protect everyone
Whumper gives whumpee an enchanted dagger, telling him that his soul is the only thing that will save his team; whumpee stabs himself to save everyone
Tw/Cw: Pet whump, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, held captive, brainwashing, kind of sad ending.
Werner first met Nel during the “revard” time. He and other Trainees “earned for behaving”. He already moved out from the ‘useless defiance’ phase to ‘sad and resigned following orders’. Though he did plan on intentionally failing some task, just to make sure, he’s not reallybreaking.
“Revard” turned out to be some sort of movie night. There were no blankets or snacks like on movie nights he was during his freedom days, but it was a break.
Projector started out and some kid’s show started playing. No, not ‘kid’s show’, it was a damn freaking Pet show. Brightly colored characters, simple dialogue spoken in annoying high-pitched voices and each episode having “a lesson” to it. He almost laughed at himself. What did he expect from the brainwashing facility?
And though he didn’t really want to watch this, there was nothing else to do. And who knows if he won’t be asked about the plot or something? It was still so annoying. He did not need to have the same scene replayed a few times, to follow up on what’s happening, voice acting was stiff and the whole thing was garbage on multiple fronts.
“I’m losing brain cells just looking at this” he said under the breath
“Yeah, that’s the whole point” the person next to him whispered. He jumped, realizing someone had heard him. But to his relief, it turned out it was just another Trainee. Another Prisoner he corrected himself.
Werner smiled and the boy smiled back.
“Nel” he said, pointing at himself. Whisper was so quiet that no one else could hear it, and even Werner wasn’t sure if he heard that or did he read from the lips.
He wanted to answer, but it was just too much of a risk, to chat like that. So he pointed at the floor and traced letters of his name on the ground.
Nel traced them back, and looked at him with “did i got it right” written all over his face. Werner nodded.
That’s how their friendship started.
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To be honest, he did not expect to see Nel ever again. The facility was big, and they didn’t get any free time to walk around and conspire.
So when at one meal he felt someone nudging him with elbow, he dismissed it as an accident. But then it happened again and again and he thought someone tried to pick on him. Annoyed, he turned his head and saw Nel smiling at him. He was so surprised he didn’t say anything.
Approaching footsteps janked him out of confusion, and both boys lowered their heads, until the guard went away.
“Didn’t expect see you” Nel said
“Neither,” Werner answered.
Guard was going back now, so they had to stop their chat, and they didn’t say anything to each other until the meal ended.
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“was in med school before” he whispered, a few meals later, when they got spots next to each other again.
He thought about what to say a lot. They had time to exchange two to four incomplete sentences at a time, so they had to matter. That would be a good choice, right? A little background and all of that? Werner couldn’t think of any hobbies worth mentioning, and he wanted to mention life before.
“Engineering,” Nel answered.
That was it. Whole conversation to think about. He was in engineering? That must have meant he was probably good with math and that he had a practical mind.
Word to word Werner tried to build Nel’s image in mind.
He was funny, smart and more of a social soul.
That must have been hard on him. Werner was way less needy for human contact and his cell was making him insane. How would that affect someone in greater need of social interactions?
Nel liked music and forest walks.
He tried woodworking before and had a scar from when he fell from a tree in childhood.
Werner awaited every time they would meet again. It was mostly during meals, but they had stumbled onto each other during several other occasions too, and every time, Werner’s mood lifted a bit.
Nel was learning engineering before and even though neither one mentioned it, Werner was sure he wasn’t there voluntarily either.
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They got exactly one chance to talk freely to each other.
Werner was in his cell, laying defeated and bruised on the floor, when he saw white light he loathed so much flickering. At first he thought it may be new torture method, forcing him to constantly adjust to changing light, but soon the doors opened and one trainer stormed in. He was wearing a raincoat. It was completely wet, just like his hair and boots.
And the trainer was agitated.
Instantly, Werner knew it was not a part of training.
“Come there” Trainer yelled and he obeyed.
As he was dragged down the corridor, he noticed it wasn’t just his cell that had trouble with the lights.
His mind put the puzzles together. Power issues. The Raincoat. Trainer’s messy hair. There must have been a storm outside. A big storm.
Werner smiled to himself. He almost forgot there was weather outside. How nice it would be to feel the rain and wind on his skin?
He would have to wait for it, though. Right now all he felt on his skin was the concrete floor he was thrown on.
“That’s the last one” harsh sentence was followed by door slam.
Werner looked around. There were a lot of other Trainees there. ‘
that’s the last one’
Maybe it meant that all of them were there? It was plausible.
What’s more, no one was really guarding them.
Trainees could talk freely.
Werner looked around for a familiar face, and…
‘Nel!’ he whisper-called him and made his way through the crowd.
“Here you are!” Nel beamed “do you know what’s going on?”
“I have a suspicion”
It was so weird to be able to talk in full sentences.
There won’t be an opportunity like that second time. They had to make the best of it.
“Nel, listen to me carefully” he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and recited the address “If you ever get out, go there and either meet me or tell my family what happened, okay?”
“Got it”
“Repeat it”
Nel repeated the address
“Can I ask you for the same?” he added
Werner just nodded.
And they stayed together until crisis was gone and facility workers came to separate them.
__________
And then one day, they saw each other for the last time.
They usually meet once every few meals, different groups had different schedules, so it was not a surprise they didn’t get to meet everyday.
dfafhgiprughipuhptuhriphy pain
At first Werner just thought it was a normal break and that they will see each other in a few days.
But then the break was getting longer and longer.
Every meal, every activity in a bigger group he looked for those wavy blonde hair and didn’t see them.
Slowly, the realization settled it.
The realization that it may be the last time.
He saw Nel for the last time, and didn’t even say goodbye, didn’t wish him luck.
He didn’t even give him a last nod or a smile.
It ended… just like that.
With no explanation or notice.
One day they were friends, the other day they were separated forever.
Tw/Cw: Pet whump, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, held captive, brainwashing, kind of sad ending.
Werner first met Nel during the “revard” time. He and other Trainees “earned for behaving”. He already moved out from the ‘useless defiance’ phase to ‘sad and resigned following orders’. Though he did plan on intentionally failing some task, just to make sure, he’s not reallybreaking.
“Revard” turned out to be some sort of movie night. There were no blankets or snacks like on movie nights he was during his freedom days, but it was a break.
Projector started out and some kid’s show started playing. No, not ‘kid’s show’, it was a damn freaking Pet show. Brightly colored characters, simple dialogue spoken in annoying high-pitched voices and each episode having “a lesson” to it. He almost laughed at himself. What did he expect from the brainwashing facility?
And though he didn’t really want to watch this, there was nothing else to do. And who knows if he won’t be asked about the plot or something? It was still so annoying. He did not need to have the same scene replayed a few times, to follow up on what’s happening, voice acting was stiff and the whole thing was garbage on multiple fronts.
“I’m losing brain cells just looking at this” he said under the breath
“Yeah, that’s the whole point” the person next to him whispered. He jumped, realizing someone had heard him. But to his relief, it turned out it was just another Trainee. Another Prisoner he corrected himself.
Werner smiled and the boy smiled back.
“Nel” he said, pointing at himself. Whisper was so quiet that no one else could hear it, and even Werner wasn’t sure if he heard that or did he read from the lips.
He wanted to answer, but it was just too much of a risk, to chat like that. So he pointed at the floor and traced letters of his name on the ground.
Nel traced them back, and looked at him with “did i got it right” written all over his face. Werner nodded.
That’s how their friendship started.
__________
To be honest, he did not expect to see Nel ever again. The facility was big, and they didn’t get any free time to walk around and conspire.
So when at one meal he felt someone nudging him with elbow, he dismissed it as an accident. But then it happened again and again and he thought someone tried to pick on him. Annoyed, he turned his head and saw Nel smiling at him. He was so surprised he didn’t say anything.
Approaching footsteps janked him out of confusion, and both boys lowered their heads, until the guard went away.
“Didn’t expect see you” Nel said
“Neither,” Werner answered.
Guard was going back now, so they had to stop their chat, and they didn’t say anything to each other until the meal ended.
__________
“was in med school before” he whispered, a few meals later, when they got spots next to each other again.
He thought about what to say a lot. They had time to exchange two to four incomplete sentences at a time, so they had to matter. That would be a good choice, right? A little background and all of that? Werner couldn’t think of any hobbies worth mentioning, and he wanted to mention life before.
“Engineering,” Nel answered.
That was it. Whole conversation to think about. He was in engineering? That must have meant he was probably good with math and that he had a practical mind.
Word to word Werner tried to build Nel’s image in mind.
He was funny, smart and more of a social soul.
That must have been hard on him. Werner was way less needy for human contact and his cell was making him insane. How would that affect someone in greater need of social interactions?
Nel liked music and forest walks.
He tried woodworking before and had a scar from when he fell from a tree in childhood.
Werner awaited every time they would meet again. It was mostly during meals, but they had stumbled onto each other during several other occasions too, and every time, Werner’s mood lifted a bit.
Nel was learning engineering before and even though neither one mentioned it, Werner was sure he wasn’t there voluntarily either.
__________
They got exactly one chance to talk freely to each other.
Werner was in his cell, laying defeated and bruised on the floor, when he saw white light he loathed so much flickering. At first he thought it may be new torture method, forcing him to constantly adjust to changing light, but soon the doors opened and one trainer stormed in. He was wearing a raincoat. It was completely wet, just like his hair and boots.
And the trainer was agitated.
Instantly, Werner knew it was not a part of training.
“Come there” Trainer yelled and he obeyed.
As he was dragged down the corridor, he noticed it wasn’t just his cell that had trouble with the lights.
His mind put the puzzles together. Power issues. The Raincoat. Trainer’s messy hair. There must have been a storm outside. A big storm.
Werner smiled to himself. He almost forgot there was weather outside. How nice it would be to feel the rain and wind on his skin?
He would have to wait for it, though. Right now all he felt on his skin was the concrete floor he was thrown on.
“That’s the last one” harsh sentence was followed by door slam.
Werner looked around. There were a lot of other Trainees there. ‘
that’s the last one’
Maybe it meant that all of them were there? It was plausible.
What’s more, no one was really guarding them.
Trainees could talk freely.
Werner looked around for a familiar face, and…
‘Nel!’ he whisper-called him and made his way through the crowd.
“Here you are!” Nel beamed “do you know what’s going on?”
“I have a suspicion”
It was so weird to be able to talk in full sentences.
There won’t be an opportunity like that second time. They had to make the best of it.
“Nel, listen to me carefully” he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and recited the address “If you ever get out, go there and either meet me or tell my family what happened, okay?”
“Got it”
“Repeat it”
Nel repeated the address
“Can I ask you for the same?” he added
Werner just nodded.
And they stayed together until crisis was gone and facility workers came to separate them.
__________
And then one day, they saw each other for the last time.
They usually meet once every few meals, different groups had different schedules, so it was not a surprise they didn’t get to meet everyday.
dfafhgiprughipuhptuhriphy pain
At first Werner just thought it was a normal break and that they will see each other in a few days.
But then the break was getting longer and longer.
Every meal, every activity in a bigger group he looked for those wavy blonde hair and didn’t see them.
Slowly, the realization settled it.
The realization that it may be the last time.
He saw Nel for the last time, and didn’t even say goodbye, didn’t wish him luck.
He didn’t even give him a last nod or a smile.
It ended… just like that.
With no explanation or notice.
One day they were friends, the other day they were separated forever.
