#if the uk can have child soldiers why can’t we j
Day 1: “Don’t Hold Your Breath”
First time doing one of these.
Brand new series that I’ll start posting now but no name yet.
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CW:Child soldier, Dehumanization, Human Experimentation, Strict Training, Child Abuse, Enirvomental Whump, Language warning, Organized Crime, Conditioning, Derogatory Language, Underage Whumpee [15-17]. (Everyone is an ass)
Water dripped down their back and the droplets shook along the body that shivered.
The cold was a thing that knew how to kill and it killed well. It took you slowly and painfully when you think you have the better of it. A cruel punishment of nature.
The cold was going to take them next.
They were sat in a chair in the middle of the winter morning. A lesson was to be learnt by them sitting here. Their fingers twitched every now and then as if to remind them how stupid this task was.
Azrael rocked their head back and shut their eyes. They imagined they were inside of that house where the older man sat in all of his bitterness.
Their teeth chattered against their will with their lips that began to turn into a sneer. They were naked with the exception of some black boxers seated in the middle of nowhere to have their butt frozen off.
They screamed a curse and squeezed down on the seat’s sitting sides. Azrael started to think the old man actually wanted to kill them. Turn them into an ice cube and hand them over to his boss.
He would be killed for it but it didn’t really seem like he had anything to live for.
As they continue to sit there a sudden hard warmth spread across their cheek. The driving force turned their head to the side and stung.
They had been backhanded.
The old man was there with a bucket of water in hand and a glare. Oh, was Azrael’s only thought as the water came down on them. Their body pulsed and shook like they has been shocked.
Maybe being shocked would be better than this. They look up at the Major. What they insisted on being called, not sir because that’s what to low for him.
His salt and peppered hair were shaved down to give him a matching look to Azrael. While their hair was not greyed, it seem to make everything colder. They hicked and heaved as they scowled at Major. Their stomach pulled in itself and out.
The man stared blankly at them before he turned away from them and shouted.
“Don’t hold your breath or I’ll tie to down like a mutt, bitch.”
Azrael watched as he made his way down to the house and closed the door. They snapped their head back and hope their stupidness will carry them for a little while longer.
@painsandconfusion@straight-to-the-pain@whumpwillow@morning-star-whump
