#tw fever
Betrayal pt 4
Continued from here
CW: Hanging from wrists, bruises, fever, infection, delirium, passing out, used as a punching bag
Whumpee whimpered as dozens of hands pushed them down and pulled at their arms. They felt ropes tighten around their wrists and, before they could truly register what was happening, they found themself hanging in the air, dangling by their wrists.
Strugglingat all intensified the strain on Whumpee’s shoulders tenfold. After only a moment of squirming, Whumpee gave up.
Someone struck Whumpee hard in the back, causing their already blurred vision to darken and spin as they swung from the rope. Even as they opened their mouth to speak, someone else struck them in the chest, knocking them breathless.
“—Why—?” Whumpee gasped as soon as they managed to get some air back in their lungs.
Laughter rang out around them and Whumpee struggled through the pain, trying to make their eyes focus on the people around them. Try as they might, the haze of pain and fever from infection made it impossible to distinguish the colors that swirled and bled together.
“Whumper treats us like shit.” One voice said.
“By the time we’re done, you’ll wish Whumper just killed you.” Came another voice, this one alarmingly close to Whumpee’s face.
“Don’t worry too much, though. No one ever makes it longer than a few days here.” Said someone else behind Whumpee.
Someone spun them.
—
Whumpee had no clue how long it had been. Hours? Days? Weeks?
A shaft of light cut through the dim interior of the room and Whumpee whimpered, fully anticipating another beating. Between their fever and swelling from a particularly bad black eye, they couldn’t tell who had entered the room.
After a long minute of silence, a wave of dizziness swept over Whumpee and they felt the room dropping away. Their feet touched the solid ground for the first time in a long time and, as the rope grew slack, their arms fell into their lap.
It took everything Whumpee had to stay on their knees and not fall over completely.
A cool hand cupped Whumpee’s cheek and a soft voice echoed in their ears. It sounded vaguely familiar. Whumpee couldn’t place it, nor could they understand the words the voice was saying.
The world tipped again and fell away as they were pulled gently sideways and against a body. Whumpee’s eyes fixated on the hazy features of someone peering down at them.
The person looked concerned, their lips moving in sync with the indistinguishable voice. Whumpee let their gaze drift over the entirety of the person’s face. As their eyes fell closed, they realized it was Caretaker.
A White Rose (Pt. 2)
(This series is created using the prompts from @summer-of-whump)
Continued from here
CW: Child whumpee, fever, character death, dehumanization
Shea and Aubrey didn’t get a chance to escape before their captors stopped the car and hauled them out of the cage. Aubrey couldn’t stand, but the people knew she was conscious now. They carried her, grumbling the whole time. Shea walked with Jade, who held his hand as they walked up to a huge house with an oak door.
Thorne knocked on the door.
After a long moment, the door opened to reveal a tall man who looked about the same age as Shea’s mom. Maybe in his early thirties?
“Back so soon? And with two, nonetheless. But what’s wrong with this one?” The man approached Aubrey and Shea shrunk away when he got close.
Thorne shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe she tried to fly away and fell. Figured you might want her anyway. If not, we can deal with her.”
The man was quiet for a moment. “No. I’ll take her. Both of them have full sets of wings?”
“Yep.”
“Bring them in and I’ll get you your money.” The man led the way back into the house. “You can put the girl in there. Bring the boy.”
Jade and Shea followed the man into a sitting room. It was bigger than any sitting room in the community had been. He looked around with wide eyes.
“I trust that you were able to keep Thorne in check?” The man asked Jade.
“For the most part.” They shrugged. “The kid had a bit of… an experience. But he’s not hurt, as you can see.”
“Good. Come here, boy.” The man sat in a large chair and motioned for Shea to come over.
Jade gave Shea a small push forward and Shea reluctantly went over to the man.
“Do you have a name?”
Shea nodded and tried to say his name, but it came out as a squeak.
The man laughed. “It’s okay. You don’t need to be scared of me as long as you know how to be respectful. What’s your name?”
“Sh-Shea…”
“Shea.” The man repeated. “Nice to meet you. And what’s that girl’s name. Do you know?”
Shea nodded again. “H-her name’s Aubrey. She’s my cousin.”
“How old are you and your cousin?”
Shea looked back at Jade, nervous.
“They’re six and twenty.” Jade said. “Shea was separated from his mother. Her wings were burned.”
The man nodded. “Thank you, Jade. You can rejoin your group. I’ll be outside in a moment.”
Jade left the room and, for a moment, Shea thought about following them.
“Shea,” The man said, calling the boy’s attention back. “You can call me Master Wilson. I have a son who you’ll meet shortly, but it’ll have to wait until I can settle things with Jade and their friends, alright? For now, why don’t you join your cousin and keep her company, okay?” Master Wilson led Shea to the room where Aubrey was and let him in.
“Shea?” Aubrey sat up a little from where she lay on a bed when the door closed. “Did they hurt you? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. Master Wilson is really nice.”
“Who?”
“The man who answered the door.”
Aubrey looked angry suddenly.
“A-Aubrey..? What’s wrong?”
Aubrey looked conflicted for a moment, then her expression relaxed. “It’s nothing, Shea… Don’t worry about it. I… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you escape… Do you think you’ll be okay here..? At least for a little while until I… Until I can figure out a way to get us both out?”
Shea nodded.
The door to the little room opened once again as Master Wilson entered. “Hello, Aubrey.”
Aubrey glared at Shea, making him flinch. “You told him my name?”
“He asked!” Shea said, getting defensive.
Aubrey closed her eyes. “S-sorry. I’m not mad at you, Shea.”
“Well aren’t you motherly? It’s nice to meet you, Aubrey. You may call me Master Wilson.”
Aubrey glared past Shea. “If you want me to call you ‘Master Wilson’, you can call me Queen Anwyn.” She threw the blankets off. “You’re not my master and I’m not some pet for you to own.”
“I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong. That savage behavior is a perfect indicator of exactly what your kind is like. You’re nothing more than an overly intelligent parrot.”
“And you’re just an overly fat snake.” Aubrey spat, standing up. As Aubrey stood, her face paled.
“Aubrey? Are you okay?”
“I-I’m cold…” Was all Aubrey said before she collapsed.
Master Wilson managed to catch her before she hit the floor. “She’s burning up.” He set her back in bed.
Aubrey’s eyes fluttered open and she tried to push him away. “D-don’t touch me…” She slurred.
“You have a high fever. Now is not the time for arrogant pride. I’ll fetch a doctor. Shea, stay with her and don’t let her get up.” Master Wilson left the room and there was a soft click as he locked Shea and Aubrey into the room.
“He’s getting a doctor? Are you sick?” Shea jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Aubrey closed her eyes. “I-I’m fine… I’ll be fine…”
“You don’t soundfine.”
Aubrey didn’t answer.
“Aubrey..?”
No answer.
“Aubrey..?”
Again, no answer. She was asleep.
A long time passed as they sat in that room, waiting. Aubrey only woke up a couple of times. Every time, she seemed less and less awake. Finally, she fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up again, no matter how many times Shea called her name. No matter how much he cried or shook her. He was scared. She looked pale. Even more pale than she had before.
Eventually, the door opened again and Master Wilson came in with another person.
The examination didn’t take long. Aubrey was dead. No one cared to explain what happened to Shea. All he was told was that she wasn’t coming back.
