#hunted whumpee
Prompts used: Dialogue, Middle of nowhere, Freezing, Lighter
Content Warnings: Alcohol, possible addiction to alcohol implied, being hunted, dubcon touch
A’s knuckles turned white as they gripped the seat. The car came to a shuddering halt and B immediately opened the car door and stepped out onto the frosted grass. His oxfords now even shinier with the meltwater.
A quickly undid their seatbelt and opened the door to join B. “Where are we, sir?” they inquired, looking around the grey landscape. The pair were next to a field of cows making their way to a cowshed and beyond that was the looming darkness of a pine forest.
“I don’t know,” B said, unscrewing the cap of his flask. His hands shook, from cold, fear, or need of a drink, he didn’t know anymore. B took two swigs from the flask and offered it to A as they rounded the bonnet of the sleek black vehicle.
A shook their head and slipped their hands into the pockets of their long black coat. They swayed from side to side, hoping B would soon say something to explain this sudden drive out into the country. Their fingers played with the small silver lighter B had gifted them at only New Year’s, the grooves of the design soothing to their cold fingertips.
But B just walked forward, towards the stile that lead into the cow field. He with ease hoisted himself up and over the stile and turned back to his puzzled friend, A. Waving them over, he offered A his hand as their short legs struggled with the swing needed.
A jumped down the other side of the stile, and B steadied them, his arms on either side of A. A looked up at their employer, their friend and could see straight through the warm haze of alcohol and to the frightened man within.
“…Sir?” asked A as B’s gentle almost-embrace did not end.
“I’ve done something very stupid, A,” uttered B, his warm whisky breath kissing the tip of A’s cold nose. He stared out, his eyes seeing something that A could not. “We need to hide, we need to disappear.”
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Prompts used: Dialogue, Winter
Content Warnings: Torture implied, captivity implied, death, blood, hunted by whumper implied
“Are you cold?” asked A, already slipping off their heavy woollen coat.
B just nodded, her lips bound by the cold that whipped around them both.
A carefully arranged the coat on B’s shoulders before cupping her face with their hands. They were slowly cooling but still had some precious warmth, and A smiled, happy to give their girlfriend a part of them.
B closed her eyes, leaning into A’s hands and tried to forget where they were, lost on the moors.
Gradually the chilly bite of the wind hit her cheeks again and her eyes flickered open. Dense fog surrounded B, and A was nowhere to be seen.
B tried to call out for A, but her mouth was so unaccustomed to speaking now, from both the cold and what had been allowed. So her yell came out as a croak, garbled by months of silence and horror.
Gingerly, B began to move in the direction A and her were heading in, against the harsh wind.
“Are you there?” B managed after walking for a while and seeing nothing but empty shadows.
No answer.
B continued over browned heather and frosted grass. Her whole body felt like it was ceasing up, bit by bit. First her fingers, then her toes. Now her ankles and now her wrists as she tried to pull the coat closer and feel A’s love.
Head bowed, B followed a sheep’s track cut through the heather and scrub grass until red flowed onto the sepia scene.
And there was A, their hands so so cold as blood flowed from their wrists and throat into the earth.
@themerrywhumpofmay@painsandconfusion
If anyone would like me to write more about any of the characters who are in any of the drabbles for this challenge, send me an ask and the day and I’ll be happy to!
