#lets go back inside
Prompts used: Dialogue, Garotte, Forced to watch, Carried
Content Warnings: Restrained, noncon touch, creepy whumper, death, blood, captivity
“Nnngh,” groaned Whumpee as she felt her body being turned. Her legs, on reflex, kicked out. But bedsheets as her body expected weren’t there, instead, her legs flew through empty air.
Whumpee groaned again, her eyes still closed as she tried to snuggle back into her bed.
Someone chuckled lightly as she tried and Whumpee felt her bed come up around her, embracing her.
Whumpee blinked, her eyes flickering open for the sun to pierce into. She tried to raise her hand to shield her eyes as she adjusted but found it bound to the other.
Looking around she realised she was not in bed, instead, she was up above the ground, arms below her. Whumpee looked up, and Whumpee saw the soft smile of Whumper as they carried her.
“No,” Whumpee whispered as all her senses focused in on reality. Cold stone surrounded them, passages and hallways. Whumpee knew where these went, the courtyard. The one slick with blood.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” murmured Whumper, looking down at Whumpee.
Whumpee struggled as the misplaced kind smile of Whumper shone down at her like the sunlight, her eyes pained just looking at the smile.
“W-what did I do?” stuttered Whumpee, twisting her body as Whumper’s arms grew tighter around her.
The pair were now in the courtyard, a crow fluttered off with viscera of some sort as Whumper’s shoes clopped on the flagstones.
“Hush now,” soothed Whumper, lowering Whumpee onto a chair beside another. “Whatever made you think did something wrong?”
“We are here!” Whumpee panicked, shaking on the chair.
“Ah, well, we are here,” smiled Whumper. “To view, not partake.”
Out of another passageway came a man, his bound feet being dragged along the stones, rubbing them raw and leaving a trail of blood as soldiers held him by the shoulders.
“Caretaker!” Whumpee screamed and she tried to leap up from the chair.
Whumper put out their arm, winding Whumpee and forcing her to hobble back to the seat.
Whumpee looked at Whumper, her eyes wide and her mouth moving but unable to plea like she wished.
Caretaker was dragged over to a chair blackened with blood. Despite his bleeding feet and weeks of less and less food, Caretaker still twisted and turned as the soldiers bound his legs and torso to the chair with thick leather straps. His hands however were cut loose just as one of the soldiers looped wire around his neck, twice and looked to Whumper.
Whumper gave the nod to the soldier as Caretaker attempted to pull the garotte off his neck. However, when he pulled on one of the lines, the other cut deep into his neck. Caretaker slowed his struggle, but struggled nonetheless as blood seeped from the cut.
Whumpee wriggled in her chair, her own hands still bound. “You said he could leave!” she screamed as tears that stung burned their way down her cheeks. “You promised!”
“He is leaving,” said Whumper, gesturing with their head to the scene before them.
The soldier continued to twist the wooden handles attached to the wire as Caretaker struggled and choked. His eyes looked to Whumpee and his hands dropped from his throat.
“It’s alright,” he rasped, tracing the outline of her face from the chair.
Caretaker’s hand dropped to his lap as his head also dropped, slumping forward as life shuddered from his body.
Whumpee couldn’t look at Caretaker’s lifeless body, still sitting bound to the chair. She squeezed her eyes closed, hoping she could go back to sleep and wake later to find this nightmare.
Suddenly there was a heavy thump on her legs and she opened her eyes. Whumper smiled at her and rubbed her knee, lovingly, as a parent would.
“That was a lot for you, I know. Let’s go back inside,” Whumper comforted, a sweet smile still on their lips.
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