#happyau
(Part of the “Shattered Diamonds”- (formerly: “happy”)AU with @ocean-blue-whump, where Dany and her trophy husband Lorenzo have been abducted together. This is written for @whumpawoman Angstpril, “Begging” and “Self-Sacrifice”)
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CW: explicit noncon (oral), multiple whumpers, caretaker x whumpee, caretaker whump in a way?, humiliation, insults, referenced dissociation, forced to watch.
“I’m done,” Dany says, after what seems like hours, but according to the little digits in the corner of Ian’s computer it has been less than one. 51 minutes of frantically searching for matching boats, of writing messages that seem professional despite the panic clawing at her, of calling in favors she’s saved for something important. Nothing could ever be more important than this.
51 minutes of obsessive work.
51 minutes of not daring to look at her husband on the ground, trembling and whimpering.
She’s been so good. So efficient. Excellent work ethic, everyone had always said. She just hopes it’s enough.
“Done?”, Kauffmann says and idly steps in, looking at the screen over her shoulder. She can feel his breath against her neck, and all she wants to do is slam a fist into his face.
“Yes.” Her voice is surprisingly steady. “There’s others working now. They’ll do what they’re told, they’ll report in, and then I can go on. But I’m done for now.”
“Hm,” Kauffmann muses, and steps back with a grand gesture. “Well then.”
Dany is next to her husband within a heartbeat. She reaches out, but her hand freezes midair. She can’t. She can’t touch him. Not after what happened to him; what happened because of her. She’s trembling, has to close her eyes and inhale for a moment before she can speak. “Enzo,” she whispers. “Enzo, my love.“
Enzo doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even open his eyes. Just moans in pain, whimpers, cradling his dislocated arm. Dany blinks back tears. It’s on her. It’s all on her.
