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Heyyyy!!! I've got another Bad Things Happen for y'all. This one has a personal favorite ship of mine, Kidge (either platonic or romantic, depending on how you read it). There are warnings for blood, vomit, and implied character death.
Enjoy!
“Keith!”
His own name echoed in his head as he was brought out of his holding cell. For three days, he had had nothing but stale bread and coppery water given to him through a slot on the floor. Treated like an animal, this was the first time he had seen any sort of light since he had been captured.
They had been betrayed. Someone inside the Blades had sold them out; it was the only explanation. The base they had infiltrated was supposed to have been abandoned; no one should have been around for a hundred light years at least. Instead, on the other side of a sun undergoing massive solar flares, a Galra cruiser had been lying in wait.
Everyone else on his team had been killed in front of him. Their purple ichor splattered against his face and the floor, creating grisly designs. His head had been swung into the wall, causing his vision to spin and eyes to water.
Then he had been brought here as some kind of bargaining chip with the paladins of Voltron.
But that didn’t matter now.
What mattered was the petite figure hefting a glowing green bayard at the Galra soldier. Her unruly hair was mussed more than usual, the curls wrapping around the frames of her glasses. When he looked closer, her pupils were dilated to tiny pinpricks, and her teeth were bared. She looked downright feral, and Keith had never been so happy to see her.
“Get away from him!” She practically growled as her bayard was raised above her head in a challenge. Her feet were planted wide, and Keith had never seen her so angry in his life. Not even when he had accidentally tripped over the charger for her computer, unplugging it when she had been in the middle of a crucial download.
Then she had been angry.
Now… Now she was livid.
“Don’t.” He begged her. His throat was dry, and his lips were chapped, splitting and letting the blood run down down his chin. “Don’t make them angry.” He tried again, but his words trailed off into a barely audible whisper.
Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward. The green bayard was humming with energy. “How can you say that, Keith? Look at what they did to you!”
I can feel it. Keith thought. The ache in his head hadn’t disappeared since his beating three days ago, and some way or another, his ankle had been twisted. It was probably when he had been tossed in his cell, but there was no way for him to be sure.
“It’s what he deserves.” One of his captors sneered. “A half-blood like him? He’s less than Galra! He’s less-” He was suddenly cut off with a wet gurgle.
The front of Pidge’s weapon soared through the air and caught the man who had been speaking in the neck, the purple ichor spraying through the air. She yanked it back, and the ichor sizzled on the energy blade. The soldier lurched forward; his head tossed back so that the white of his spine was visible. More ichor sprayed from a severed artery, splashing Pidge in the purple substance.
She didn’t flinch.
No one else moved.
“I didn’t come here to negotiate.” She said, wiping the ichor from right above her eye, which only caused it to smear in a poor imitation of war paint. “You told me to come alone. I came alone. Now you’re going to release my friend and let us go on our way.”
“I don’t think I am.” The Galra who had pulled Keith from his cell said. He reached his hand down and gripped Keith by the jaw, pulling him to his feet. “It seems that I’m down a soldier, so maybe this half-breed should pay for the loss.” The soldier began to squeeze his fingers together, digging the dirty claws into his cheeks, and forcing Keith’s mouth open.
Keith’s eyes widened in considerably, his hands grappling with the Galra’s arm, trying to get the hand to release him. He ground his teeth together, feeling one in the back of his mouth crack, the white-hot pain shooting straight to the nerve, but he didn’t stop. Fresh blood was pouring from scratches in his cheeks where the soldier’s nails cut jagged lines in his skin. He pursed his lips shut so tightly that they split again.
Pidge was furious; she stepped forward, her bayard prepared to slice through this soldier’s neck as easily as it had done the last one.
“Careful.” He taunted. “If you kill me, my men will kill your friend and then you.” There was a slight strain in his voice from the effort he was putting into Keith’s jaw. “And if your friend,” he said, looking pointedly into Keith’s eyes, and squeezing his fingers together more tightly. “Doesn’t open his mouth, my men will kill you and then him.”
Violet eyes flitted to Pidge’s, just long enough to see her shake her head. There was real fear there. He glanced to the soldiers behind him who all held their weapons at the ready.
Keith reluctantly allowed his mouth to be forced the rest of the way open, knowing it was a mistake. Lightning fast, the Galra took a larger vial from his pocket, popped the lid, and poured a clear liquid into Keith’s mouth.
The first thought that popped into Keith’s head was relief that he was being given more water.
The second thought was that he had been very, very wrong.
The liquid was sour as it hit his tongue, so incredibly sour that he couldn’t help but try and spit it out. That was when a large, calloused hand was clapped over his mouth, forcing his lips shut.
Then it started to burn.
It started to burn its way through his tongue, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth.
It was like his tongue was on fire. He could feel a cough forming itself in the back of his throat, causing his eyes to water as he just prayed that the hand would disappear, disappear and let him spit it out. Against his will, he felt some of it trickle its way down his throat, burning red hot all the way.
Then, the hand was gone, and he was being shoved to the ground, his knees buckling underneath him against his will. Instantly, the liquid was out of his mouth and on the ground, only now it was dark red against the floor. Desperately, he coughed, sending more droplets of red through the air.
Despite the fact that he was on the ground, his arm stretched out for balance; the room was spinning around him. Up was down, down was left, right was backward, and Pidge… Pidge was right in front of him.
Her bayard was right in front of his eyes, giving him something to focus on other than the burning hot in his mouth and his throat. That glowing green that blacked out the rest of his vision, but he knew that green. That green was safe.
Not for long though.
He felt his gut roil and desperately pushed her to the side to empty his stomach on the ground beside her.
It was tinged with blood.
Distantly, he felt her small familiar hands on his shoulders, and he heard her voice saying… something. He thought he heard his name in all the sounds, but he couldn’t be sure.
Not when he was shaking from just the effort of keeping himself up.
Not when he tried to breathe and almost couldn’t.
Not when the room was still spinning out of control, and he was there to watch it.
His stomach lurched again, clenching uncomfortably as he heaved and nothing but red spittle came out. Small hands gripped his shoulders, trying to keep him upright, but he couldn’t… couldn’t…
The world was going dark at the edges of his vision, but he was trying to keep his eyes on the green, that glowing green.
It was the last thing he saw.
I hear you know a lot about sedatives. Is there anything that works really quickly and is really strong, like a movie-style instant knockout drug? I have to admit, I was a little disappointed at how un-cinematic it was when I experienced being sedated myself
Unfortunately not, or at least, not to the degree you'd hope.
The slowest method is intramuscular, which are tranquilizer darts. These aren't precise, and hit muscle to slowly inject through the fibers and eventually reach blood. They take anywhere from 20 to 40 minutes, and need a counter-agent administered immediately after whatever's been done is done to ensure whatever (or whoever) was hit doesn't die to it. Sedatives are lethal, upping the strength doesn't mean they just up how fast they work, it means the risk of death by overdose is increased. So, a dart to the neck or butt wouldn't instantly send a character off to dreamland (in fact, you don't dream under sedation), and if it hits a vein or artery, that can be it for them.
The second, is intravenous sedation. This is usually used in hospitals, typically taking 15-30 minutes. Unless you're a stunning sharpshooter, you typically can't use a dart to administer this, but if your whumpee is restrained, and they're perhaps shot with a dose of paralytics before being administered this...
The third is inhalation, so that chloroform rag a whumper slapped to a whumpee's face as they struggle before falling limp for hours? Really, it would take 5 minutes (compare to the other's double digit numbers) of constant deep breathing, and only keep them under for a minute once it's removed. But, if you really want chloroform, a way you could do it is soak a fabric bag in it, and tie it over your whumpee's head, resulting in constant exposure and your whumper not having to hold a rag the entire time.
And, the quickest and most dangerous, is an injection directly into the heart. There's little research past pet euthanasia vets, which I feel speaks for itself when I say that this method is dangerous.
But, a lot of sedatives have flexible times. Some take hours, some take minutes. If you want to use a real sedative for your story, research what type it is! If you want to use a fictional one, try to base it off a real one for a certain interest to the story. I always love watching whumpees helplessly struggle as they inevitably fall asleep.
Oh, also, because I hate when people go off on a different topic and don't answer the original question itself; this is fiction, M99 is probably your ticket to insta-knocking out your character. A quarter's worth of weight can knock out a couple thousand-pounds stallion. Have fun!
sedation vending machine (holiday edition)
it sees you when you're sleeping it knows when you're awake it knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness' sake
My thoughts exactly.
I swear, this feels straight out of a hurt/comfort/angst/whump fic.
why is Winston torture scene so oddly intimate?
…this just sounds like asmr.
Mind control that doesn't dominate your thoughts, it just... is your thoughts. Perfectly rewriting your will and everything it embodies. Not a single trace of resistance because this is just what you want. Why would you resist your own thoughts? Why would you disagree with your own motivations, your own desires?
Mind control that doesn't shatter once it's done, it just disappears. You don't snap back into awareness. You barely even notice. You just continue as if nothing ever happened. Maybe one moment you look back and you frown, because thinking on it, you remember when you happily followed that person out of town, and you remember what you did, you remember wanting to... but that's crazy. Why did you think that was okay? Why did you want to do that?
Or maybe you were under this mind control for so long that even once it's over you look back and say, "Oh, of course I did that." As far as you're concerned you've always held the beliefs you do now. You've always wanted to do these things. You don't remember why, but you've never had to think of why, and it doesn't matter anyway when you've always been so confident that you're right. It isn't until you're challenged on it all and reminded that you never used to be like this, that you were different before, that something has changed that you finally falter. And you try to think of where this all started, try to figure out why things changed -- and all you can really remember is an entrancing pair of eyes, and a gentle suggestion, and then your own mouth responding, "That's a great idea. Let's go."
And suddenly, you realise that you have no idea how much of what you are, what you were, and what you believed you always have been is just a lie. You don't know whether any thought you have now is really yours or just another preciously placed prompt. You don't trust your impulses, you don't trust your desires, you definitely don't trust your judgement.
You don't trust yourself. And you never can again.
Hello! I usually don’t reblog, but this one was calling my name 💪
As someone who’s broken a clavicle, this post is insanely accurate.
If I may add, from personal experience:
- You have to sleep on your back
- Depending on how it’s broken, you can literally hear the ends of the bone grind together
- The pain of displacing the bone is even worse than breaking it. In my sleep, the two ends shifted on top of each other.
- Your gait is messed up, as your shoulder hangs lower than the other
- If you’re a student, backpacks are a no-go
- Breathing too heavily can be painful
Broken bones, like a clavicle or scapula, that can't really be splinted or immobilised beyond securing the affected limb in a sling and being very cautious not to move or jar the shoulder of the injured side; no rigid security of an encasing cast or splint like that for a broken wrist- the shoulder-blade or collarbone are reliant on the surrounding bodily structures to guard and support them throughout the gradually-healing pain of being fractured and the injured character is moving with the utmost gingerness.
Bloody hands
Trigger warning: Graphic descriptions of pain, wounds and violence.
Note: The way I described it here is how I learned it in my tactical field care course, which is very different from what spec ops learn, so sorry for the inaccuracies. Also, there will be tactical inaccuracies as well, I have no idea what strategies the SAS uses on their missions.
Pairing: Ghost x Soap
Trope: Hurt/comfort, whump, angst
Word count:
It was a simple intel mission, something they’d done dozens of times before. Soap grabbing the intel from an old abandoned warehouse, Ghost in sniping position from a hill near the warehouse.
„Smooth as butter“, Soap thinks as he scouts the warehouse. The few hostiles were quickly eliminated, and he starts searching for the laptop. „How’s going in there, Johnny?“, Ghosts deep voice cracks through comms. „Beautifully, sir“. „Good. As soon as you got the intel, come to my location. Evac will take about half an hour to get here“. Soap rummages through a desk. „Understood“.
After a few minutes of searching, he finally finds the laptop. „Got it, Ghost“, he announces. „Well done, Johnny. Now get your arse over here“ „Yes sir“.
Soap quickly leaves the warehouse, carefully making his way towards the hill about two hundred meters away. „How’s the view from there, lt?“, he jokingly asks. No answer. „Ghost?“, he asks again. Still nothing. He gets a bit worried. „Ghost, you OK over there?“. Silence. He curses and picks up his pace.
As he reaches the foot off the hill, he sees something bloody in the tall grass. He scrambles towards the figure, sighing in relief when he identifies it as not Ghost. But a knife stuck out of the mans neck, it was one of Ghosts. He was in trouble.
As quickly as he could he runs up the hill, searching the ground for Ghost in his ghillie suit. When he finds him, his blood runs cold. Ghost is lying face down on the ground, a puddle of blood pooling around his torso. „Fuck, Ghost!“, Soap curses, quickly kneeling down next to him.
He turns him around and immediately grimaces at the sight. The mask was broken, his eyes closed. Blood pools out a bullet wound in his stomach, dark and slow.
„No no no no“, Soap mumbles, immediately pressing down on the wound, grabbing the med kit from his backpack. „Ghost! Wake up!“, he tries to urge the other man, putting on latex gloves and scissors, cutting away the fabric from his torso. Ghosts eyes flutter open. „Johnny“, he mumbles.
„Hey, hey“, Soap tries to talk to him, keeping him awake somehow. Ghost tries to speak, but his voice strangles into a pained moan when Soap starts packing the wound with quick clot gauze.
He tries to hide it, for Ghosts sake, but Soap panics. Ghost is hurt. That doesn’t happen. Some cuts and bruises, sure, but not like this. He was in pain, and he couldn’t hide it. Soap had never seen Ghost lose his composure, but here he was, hands gripping the fabric of the ghillie suit with white knuckles, small moans and whimpers leaving his lips as Soap tries to keep him from dying.
„It hurts“, Ghost mumbles, writhing under Soaps hands. „I know, I know, I‘m sorry“, Soap tries to comfort him, running his hands over Ghosts body to check for other injuries. The thoughts in his mind are running a hundred miles and hour as his hands press against his muscles, trying to ignore how he feels underneath his fingertips.
He grabs the morphine pen, uncapping it and stabbing it into Ghosts thigh, releasing the pain medication into his blood stream. „It’ll be better soon, I promise“, he tells him. His fingers reach up the the dishevelled mask, slowly pulling it off „I have to take this one off, lt. Gotta make sure you don’t accidentally swallow your tongue, yea?“ Ghost faintly nods, not enough strength in him to speak, a warm, comfortable cocoon starting to envelop him.
The sharp and agonising pain in his side slowly lessens to a dull ache, which is far more manageable. He tries to stay conscious, for Soap, but it is no use. He’s so tired, and no amount of struggling keeps him from slipping into a comforting darkness.
Soap in the mean time attempts to stop the shaking in his hands. He’s a sniper, a demolitions expert in the SAS, for fucks sake. He can keep his cool in the most stressful situations, but right now, he’s scared. Scared that it won’t be enough, that Ghost will die under his incompetent hands, killed on a stupid mission in a strange country.
Soap takes a look at his watch. Evac should be there in ten minutes. He prays to God he’ll be able to keep Ghost alive in the mean time. He doesn’t know what to do if he can’t. Ghost has passed out. At least he doesn’t have to feel the pain anymore. Soap would do anything to take it for him. With shaky hands he grabs a tube from the kit, intubating Ghost as gently as he can.
There isn’t much else he can do now anymore, only making sure Ghost keeps breathing and his heart keeps beating. He takes a look at the other far less damaging wounds, a fairly deep gash on his thigh and some bruises. With careful hands he cleans the gash from the dirt and dried blood, tightly wrapping a pressure bandage around it.
There isn’t more he can do now. He just has to wait and hope. A shuddering breath escapes him as he leans back on his knees, looking at Ghost. He looks so… Small. It is terrifying. Soap is used to being cared for by Ghost, whether it be being pulled out of the line of fire by the straps of his vest or big hands pressing into his body to stem a flow of blood. But not the other way around. The most he did for Ghost was helping him wrap a bandage around his arm once. But now, the mighty, strong and scary Ghost lies on the ground, hurt and weak.
It wasn’t the first time Soap had seen his face, but definitely the longest. His eyes were closed now, but Soap knew they were beautiful. A deep and rich brown, like the bark of an oak tree in summer. His lips were dry but of a slight pink colour, and way too plump for his own good. Soap wonders what they’d feel like on his, on his skin, on his-
The familiar sound of a chopper coming closer tears him out of his thoughts. He quickly scrambles up, packing the leftover plastic wrappers of the med kit in his bag pack, kneeling next to Ghost with a hand on his chest.
Two soldiers storm out, a stretcher in their hands. Soap helps them to roll Ghost onto it, and he gets quickly carried inside the chopper. A medic awaits them, and Soap hurries to report about Ghosts condition to him.
„Sit back, I‘ll take it from here“, he says and turns to Ghost. Soap lets himself fall heavily onto a bench, his own exhaustion getting stronger. He fights to keep his eyes open and trained on Ghosts unconscious figure, taking his hand in his and squeezing it, hoping he could feel it.
„You’re gon‘ be alright, ok? I‘m here, I won’t leave you alone“
Lilith watched gleefully. She had been waiting for this moment for so long. The stupid hero who had been tormenting Lilith's band of mercenaries and assassins. Amelia was finally under her control, and she could do whatever she wanted to her.
Of course, she wouldn't actually do it herself. That was beneath her. Instead, she watched as her second in command, Carson, tortured the annoying girl.
Lilith laughed as Amelia screamed. When she plead for mercy, and Carson looked to Lilith, she just shook her head. When Amelia passed out, Lilith motioned for people to revive her. When the sun crept lower on the horizon, making the clearing dark, Lilith finally sighed and allowed several people to lock Amelia up for the night.
They would resume in the morning.
... ... ... ... ...
Amelia couldn't believe how stupid she had been. She could have kicked herself as she was dragged into the camp, except for the fact that her feet were bound tightly together.
She looked away when she saw Carson's face. The horror was well hidden behind his eyes, but they both knew what would come next. They both knew that they couldn't blow his cover. Which meant, they both knew it had to be done well.
And he did. For hours, Amelia was chained to a tree while Carson - her Carson - tortured her. She couldn't look at him while he yelled at her. She bit her lip when he whipped her. She looked away when she screamed as he cut into her.
She met his eyes only once. She lifted her head groggily when she heard Lilith shouting something. Carson hit her again at Lilith's urging, and Amelia moaned in pain. Carson flinched, but thankfully, his back was to Lilith and Amelia was the only one to see. She looked at him, meeting his eyes and giving an almost imperceptible nod.
When he hit her again, she finally fell limp, blackness claiming her.
... ... ... ... ...
Carson hated himself. When they dragged Amelia into the camp, bruised and bloodied, he had thought she was dead. When she moved and saw him, they both knew the moment when they realized it would have been better if she had been.
Carson floated through the day in a daze. He retreated into himself while he hurt Amelia, the one thing he had sworn to never do. The only time he snapped free and realized what he was doing was when she let out a moan. They had looked at each other, and he had known that he had to keep going.
He had to get her out. When most of the camp was asleep, he sneaked into the tent where Amelia was kept and cut her loose.
Carson shook her desperately until she stirred. He handed her his knife and spirited her away to the edge of the forest. She was barely awake, but she managed to rasp out, "What about you?"
He shook his head. "I'll be fine. They won't know."
They both knew that wasn't true. Amelia resisted, but finally Carson convinced her to leave him, agreeing that it was time to pull him out.
... ... ... ... ...
A week later, Amelia arrived back at camp with a team to extract Carson, only to find out that he was gone.
ohhh we love a good “forced to torture your friend while undercover as a bad guy” don’t we
like. when you meet their eyes and you both know you have to do it and you have to do it well
Keira frowned. "Has anyone seen Cooper?"
The rest of the group looked around and shook their heads.
Callie spoke up. "Last I saw, he was right behind us."
Keira turned and looked down the tunnel where they had come from. The group was quiet for a minute. They couldn't go back. They didn't have time.
Finally, Keira made a decision. "Go on without me. I'll find him and wait here for you to come back."
"But-," John tried to argue, but Keira just shook her head.
"He could be hurt. What if he got hit in the crossfire when we busted in here? I know he said he was fine, but what if he's not? By the time we come back this way, he could be..." Keira didn't finish the sentence. She shook her head. "I'm going back."
She handed off her extra supplies and hurried back down the tunnel. She didn't dare call out for Cooper, just in case there was still and enemy lurking in the shadows.
It took her almost ten minutes before she stumbled over Cooper, sitting in the middle of the tunnel.
He looked up groggily. "Hi."
Keira knelt in front of him. "What happened? You were behind us, and then you weren't!"
Cooper looked around. "I sat down."
Keira grabbed his shoulders, looking over him quickly. His eyes were glassy and vacant, skin pale. She started tugging his jacket open, searching for a wound.
His shirt underneath was soaked with blood, and Keira winced when she saw it. As she pulled it away from his skin, inspecting his torso, he suddenly slumped forward.
Keira grunted in surprise, laying him down. This wasn't good. She worked feverishly over him for a full half hour, trying to staunch the blood flow from the gunshot wound in his side.
By the time the rest of the group came back through the tunnel, it was too late.
There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.
Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.
Nothing keeps me alive like a 5 book series with a group of misfits who have their own backstories and trauma and souls and would throw themselves in front of a train to protect each other.
I'm on my deathbed guys I NEED MORE.
Subject #1 :
Chapter one
Contents: Lab whump, kidnapping, defiant whumpee, clueless whumper, role reversal (sorta), knockout gas, swearing, caged whumpee
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Max’s head throbbed. He tiredly reached his arm up to rub his eye, groggily opening the other. He stopped, dumbstruck. This wasn’t his room…
The sight of bars greeted him, no further than 20cm away from his sitting figure. Past the bars, a large, sterile looking facility greeted him. The walls were all bare white, but a labyrinth of tables stretched the rest of the room, almost every surface covered with brightly coloured vials, scratchily written notes and mindlessly discarded needles.
Fear began to weigh down his stomach. Where was he? What had happened? He backed up to the end of the cage he was in, only managing to shuffle back about a step before he felt his back hit the cold metal bars on the other side.
“Oh you’re awake!” Max turned around and sprung to the other end of the cage, back now facing the lab. The man now stood, looking down on the cage. He was unable to make out a lot of details from the angle he was sitting, only able to distinguish the vague silhouette of a lab coat.
His face was slightly more clear, an innocent looking curious expression in his wide brown eyes. He had scruffy mid length black hair that looked poorly looked after and greasy. He’d tried to tie it into a low ponytail, but large chunks of his too short hair had fallen out and over his face messily, and there was an excitable, childish grin on his round face.
Max stared at him in disbelief.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, his voice hoarse
“Please, language. I don’t tolerate that kind of language in my lab.” He paused for a second, making uncomfortable eye contact with Max. “My name is Doug Gillen. I’m a scientist. Do you have any questions?” Max, who was trying and failing to properly collect himself, snapped back into speech, ignoring the strangely matter of fact way his captor spoke.
“Yes, actually, I do. First of all, What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is-” Doug cut him off.
“Please, please, mind your language. I really don’t appreciate swearing. To answer your question, you’re in my lab. I needed a test subject, and you fit the bill perfectly. No longer close to family, drifting away from friends, no one will think much of you disappearing.” He adjusted his glasses “Anyways, we should probably get to -”
“No. No no no. You can’t- no. No. You kidnapped me? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fu-”
“What did I just tell you about language?” Doug paused for a second, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Anyways, I’d like to ask you a few questions now, if that’s okay.” He looked at Max for a second, not waiting for a reply before continuing. “What’s your full name? Even in all the time I was scoping you out as a potential test subject, you never brought up your full name. I’m curious, Max. What is it?”
The sound of his name coming from the mouth of his kidnapper sent a chill down his spine.
“You-stalked me!? You-you.” Max paused for a second to compose himself. “No, I’m not telling you. I’m never telling you anything. His voice was laced with venom. Doug tilted his head, seeming genuinely confused.
“Why not? I’m not asking for much here.”
Max stared at the figure in front of him with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.
“Why not!? You’re asking me why I don’t want to give information to my kidnapper!? If you think for a single fucking-”
“-Language-”
“‘Second that I’m going to comply with you, you must be insane. Hell, you probably are! I mean, no one sane would just fucking kidnap someone and-”
“Max.” Doug kneeled down to meet him at eye level. Quieten down for a second. Let me speak.” Max stared daggers at him, but stayed quiet. “Good. Now, I’ve got a proper cell for you. You’re the first human guest that-” Max quickly began to say something but was quickly drowned out by Doug, who just continued to speak. “So if it's a little different to what you expect I apologize. Anyways, I’m just gonna let you out of your cage and lead you there.”
Max looked up at the last sentence. He’s just gonna let me go loose? Doug was still speaking, but Max was no longer paying attention. This might be the only chance I get. He blinked, noticing Doug’s expectant stare. “Well?”
“Yeah, okay.” Max had no idea what he’d just agreed to, but Doug seemed satisfied. He reached into one of his lab coat pockets, pulling out a small key and beginning to fiddle with the lock.
Max took another look around the lab.There was a door, about 20m to his left. The lock finally clicked open, and Doug opened the hatch in the side, eyes gleaming with excitement. Max quickly scrambled out of the cage, ignoring the aching in both his legs as he stood, handcuffs immediately clicking onto his wrists, Doug taking a firm hold of the metal.
The first thing Max noticed when he stood was Doug’s height. It had been hard to tell earlier, from where he was sitting, but he was short. Max wasn’t a super tall guy, maybe around 5’10, but he stood almost a foot taller than the scientist.
Max blinked.
Doug was just stood there, loosely holding the middle of the handcuffs with one hand, and fiddling with the keys with his other.
Max yanked his arms quickly away from Doug, who, not expecting it, let go of the handcuffs for a second, quickly snatching them back, using his free hand to pick a small spray bottle out of one of his oversized lab coat pockets and spraying his face with a bit of water. Did… did he really try to use a spray bottle to punish me? Like a cat? Max felt more and more confused the longer this situation continued. Max looked down at Doug, who was now trying to shove the spray bottle back into one of his many bulging pockets, clearly filled to the brim with things he didn’t need.
Max looked down at his handcuffs again. This scrawny, clearly deficient in some vitamins, scientist seemed to have no sense of self preservation. He claimed to know about Max, but still seemed entirely unfazed being entirely undefended infront of someone whose biggest hobby was boxing.
He knew he couldn’t fight like he normally would, not with the handcuffs, so he clasped his hands together, slowly bringing them up. He almost felt bad, this Doug person seemed harmless enough, but-
No. He kidnapped me. He stalked me. He deserves this.
Max clobbered him around the side of the face, the hard metal handcuffs striking his unprepared face painfully. Doug lurched back, a pained squeak coming out of his mouth as he felt his now bloodied cheek. He looked back up at Max, pleadingly, with fear in his wide, innocent eyes. Max had to shake away any sympathy. He kidnapped me! He stalked me! He raised his hands again, swinging again.
And again
And again
He kidnapped me!
And again
He stalked me!
And again
Doug was on the floor by now, his face a bloodied mess, his hands weakly raised in a pathetic attempt to keep Max away. Small, cracked whimpers escaped his broken lips, but he wasn’t able to speak anymore. Max continued to pummel him, all empathy for this guileless man replaced by pure blind fury.
He noticed, between strikes, that Doug was trying to reach back towards one of his pockets, trying to pull something out, but being thrown off with every punch. It took him a few tries, but he eventually managed to grab the item firmly enough to pull it out. A gas mask?
Realisation dawned upon Max, and he sprang up, rushing towards the door.
Too late.
A faint hissing sound was audible from somewhere above him.
No no no no no no no
He covered his mouth and nose with his hoodie sleeve. It didn’t help. The walls seemed to sway as he stumbled to the door, falling forwards and catching himself on the locked door handle.
His head was spinning
Spinning
Max couldn’t stay upright. Even while holding onto the door handle, he couldn’t help himself from slipping, falling onto the floor. The walls kept spinning around him, his eyelids struggling to stay open
No no no no no no
I was…
I was so…
So close…
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So this is the first time I'm ever posting my writing anywhere, and while its not my best work, I've decided that I need to try to post it anyways, because if I don't now, who knows when I will.
desperately need more stereotypically noncon whump tropes used in completely nonsexual whump scenes
weeks after being rescued whumpee finds a video of their torture on the darknet with millions of views and sickening comments
whumpee worrying/thinking that whumper is right about that whumpee being high on the pain means whumpee likes what whumper is doing to them
whumpee who is fine otherwise until someone does something relatively mild that whumpee associates with the whump. whumpee getting instant flashbacks and being reduced to a shell of themselves for the time being / pales immediately, not getting out a single word, completely frozen like a deer in headlights
rescued whumpee worrying that everyone who interacts with them secretly harbors the desire to hurt whumpee for their own enjoyment. that no one can see them as human, that everyone sees them as just a punching bag
whumpee who freezes with wide eyes at the slightest sign of violence against them
whumpee who is incredibly embarrassed about what whumper did to them
"it's your fault you look so punchable" / whumper victim blaming whumpee
whumpee being scared caretaker might drop their act and behave like whumper
Hands in Whump
CW: Torture, near death mention, vomiting mention
Whumper to Whumpee
Whumper trailing their fingers delicately over Whumpees wounds, murmuring false sympathies
Breaking Whumpee's fingers one by one by one, or ripping out the nails with pliers- cooing as whumpee screams in terror and pain
Crushing Whumpee's fingers or hand under a heavy weight of sorts, and threatening to do it to the other hand if whumpee doesn't comply
Squeezing Whumpee's broken hand when they get out of line, talk a little too much, perhaps in public, where whumper can't properly lash out
Whumper running their knuckles over Whumpee's cheekbone, while they murmur "you're mine"
Whumpee's delicate hands red and purple at the knuckles with frostbite as whumper forces them to stay out in the snow
Whumpee's fingers desperately trying to wrench whumper's hand away from their mouth as they try to call for help
similarly, whumpee's trembling hands trying to pry whumper's fingers from around their throat
Caretaker to Whumpee
Caretaker cupping Whumpee's face as they try to soothe the poor little thing
Caretaker's hand immediately pulling away as they feel how feverishly hot whumpee is, almost as if they were burned themselves
Caretaker holding back Whumpee's hair with a delicate touch as they vomit in a toilet- rubbing their back
Caretaker gently carding their hands through Whumpee's hair, humming a song (bonus points if whumpee is sick in bed)
Holding Whumpee's hand tight as they walk through an alley or someplace scary- "it'll be alright"
Trembling hands as they grasp at whumpee, who's so badly injured they're fading away- "please, please don't leave me-!"
I’m so disappointed to go back to my Pinterest board with all of the whump Bucky fanart and it’s not giving me brain damage like it used to 😭
Bitches be like, ‘This is my favourite character!’ *Traumatises the ever-loving shit out of them* ‘I love them so much! They’re my precious baby!’ *Puts them through every form of torture known to man* ‘I just want them to be happy!’ *Puts them through so much shit that they have multiple mental breakdowns on screen*
It’s me, I’m bitches.
fighting god's hardest fight right now- do not write whump do not write whump don'tdoityoucanresist
woah guys AO3 is open who did- who did that am I right
why is there a new fic opened!! Who did that!!
Movies & Television Shows With Vomit Indiscretion Shots
I've been curating this list for a while & thought I'd share it with anyone who might be interested. I'm a longtime lurker who just wants to give back in some way to the creative emeto/sickfic/whump community that's brought me so much joy & acceptance. I'm not technically savvy, or I'd post the actual clips myself. I barely know how to navigate this site. Anyway, I hope someone enjoys these scenes as much as I have. I will update the list as I think of more. Feel free to reach out for timestamps of specific scenes.
TIMESTAMPS
The Haunting in Connecticut (first 5 minutes)
The Bates Motel (Season 1/Episode 1- 39:17 & Season 5/Episode 10- 34:40)
Contracted (1:16:15)
The Killing Floor (1:22:50)
The Kid Detective (1 hour in)
Lessons in Chemistry (Episode 1- 22:25-23:40)
Land of Mine (33:29-33:48 & 39:00-39:25)
Mr. Robot (Season 1/Episode 5- 22:43 & Season 2/Episode 3- 19:40)
The Art of Getting By (34:17)
Indignation (1:02:11-1:04:00 + nice build-up before it actually happens)
The Reader (3:17-4:00)
The Guilty (1:17:37)
The Riot Club (20:30, 1:00:16 & 1:22:15)
Burning Days/Kulak Günlar (about 40 minutes in & 1:09:36)
Poldark (Season 5/Episode 3- 30:05-30:50)
American Animals (31:10 & 1:25:00)
Gentlemen Broncos (1:02:18)
The Inbetweeners (Season 1/Episode 2- 17:44 & 18:22)
The Disappearance of Alice Creed (around 57 minutes in)
The Book Thief (42:32)
Thalé (first 5 minutes)
Ravenous (first 5 minutes)
Fandango (9:50)
21 Grams (1:09:20 & 1:49:29)
Monster’s Ball (30:20, 3:25 & 1:18:18 are audio only)
Let’s Kill Ward’s Wife (1:03:59)
Bad Influence (1:04:10)
The Scenic Route (41:12, 42:13, 42:22)
Fire With Fire (42:53 & 1:06:53)
Dead Bang (24:08 & 24:16)
Dead Bodies (2003) (about an hour in)
The Mule (47:52 & 1:23:22)
Rogue Trader (49:13, 1:12:22 & 1:15:15)
Miller’s Crossing (1:20:22)
The Coldest Game (53:07)
Shrooms (30:39 & 32:16)
Tales From the Crypt- Forever Ambergris (just before the 20-minute mark)
The Young Poisoner’s Handbook (15:00, 1:17:00, 1:22:00 & 1:32:00)
Rescue Dawn (1:20:00)
Aftermath (2017) (52:26)
Aftermath (2021) (around 1:10:00)
The Outlaws (21:30 & 22:28)
Crash Pad (22:00-audio only & brief visual 56:03)
The Crying Game (1:04:00)
The Resistance/Mukavemet (51:00 & 54:00, it's kind of hard to find, but this site has it m.ok.ru)
This Crazy Heart/Dieses Bescheuerte Herz (about 30 minutes in)
UPDATED 5/11/24
Becoming Elizabeth (Season 1/Episode 1- 20:12)
Savages (1:16:04)
Sex Education (Season 2/Episode 6- around 30 minutes in, Season 2/Episode 7- first 5 minutes)
50/50 (28:07)
The Killing (Season 1/Episode 5- 21:16, Season 4/Episode 3- 24:51)
Stambul Garden (50:27)
Rush (6:28, 23:27 & 1:32:40)
District 9 (30:03 & 36:16)
Drive Me Crazy (1:02:32 & 1:08:39)
Venom (39:45)
A Serbian Film (1:05:59)
Detour (17:40)
White Squall (33:57)
Narc (29:48)
True Detecive (Season 1/Episode 6- first 5 minutes)
The Overnight (34:50)
The Butterfly Effect (38:08)
First Light (6:46)
13 Minutes/Elser (28:25)
UPDATED 6/13/24
The Righteous Gemstones (Season 1/Episode 7- 18:45)
Mrs. Fletcher (Episode 3- around the 25 minute mark)
Dreamland (1:24:50)
Call Me By Your Name (1:49:26)
Palo Alto (15:14)
Limitless (2011) (51:02)
Patrick Melrose (Episode 1- 43:20)
Blitz (38:20)
The Painted Veil (1:50:32 & 1:51:46)
100 Code (Episode 8-43:01)
Kingpin (24:45)
Zola (55:46)
Outer Range (Season 1/Episode 8- 29:00)
Siblings (I can't find the entire movie, but the clip is on YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mqylJmqYudQ)
Bravo Virtuoso (51:49, m.ok.ru is the only site I can find currently streaming it)
Next Time I'll Aim for the Heart (1:35:16)
The Inbetweeners (Season 3/Episode 4-23:18)
Gone (2007) (48:35)
A Place Beyond the Pines (29:21)
Filth (1:01:18)
Weeds (Season 6/Episode 7- 19:56 & 20:21)
Tangerine (17:59)
UPDATED 6/28/24
Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas (1:19:13)
Blue Ruin (1:06:53)
Calibre (32:44)
99 Homes (28:45)
I ❤️ Huckabees (1:27:13)
Hostel (43:10 & 1:03:49-1:04:04)
Friday Night Lights (Season 2/Episode 1- 25:55)
Moon (57:00 & 58:35)
Triangle of Sadness (1:05:11-1:22:09)
Mr. Jones (2019) (1:16:32)
Barry Lyndon (2:47:31)
Saving Private Ryan (5:24)
Mad Men (Season 1/Episode 7- 45:11 & Season 6/Episode 1- 53:29)
The Expanse (Season 2/Episode 2- 26:52)
Future Man (Season 1/Episode 10- 17:15)
Dead to Me (Season 3/Episode 1-16:03)
Last Looks (49:07)
UPDATED 7/2/24
Dinner in America (2:47)
The Passenger (2023) (1:14:48)
Cherry (2011) (25:06)
The Cleansing Hour (18:43)
Sorority Row (10:14 & 10:46)
My Best Friend's Girl (1:18:22)
The Boys (Season 3/Episode 3- 53:39, Season 3/Episode 5-3:04 & Season 4/Episode 1-3:51)
Search Party (Season 1/Episode 4- 18:59, Season 3/Episode 6- 8:33)
Jarhead (49:33, 57:56 & 1:27:15)
15 Things You Didn't Know About Bigfoot (48:37 & 48:54)
Love Comes to the Executioner (1:02:52)
UPDATED 8/12/24
Veronica Mars (Season 1/Episode 21- 21:15)
Californication (Season 1/Episode 2- 24:21)
Band of Robbers (23:26)
It's Kind of a Funny Story (19:31 & 1:13:22)
Falling Skies (Season 4/Episode 11- 23:45)
Ghosts of War (1:14:04)
Playing It Cool (1:15:12)
Industry (Season 1/Episode 1- 35:04)
Guillermo DeToro's Cabinet of Curiosities (Episode 5- 16:16)
The Cat & the Moon (1:27:29)
UPDATED 8/28/24
Ashes in the Snow (52:26)
The Absent One (1:46:12)
Catherine, Called Birdy (58:45)
Puppy Love (1:33:50)
The East (2020) (25:43)
Jack Goes Home (53:12)
UPDATED 9/1/2024
Peaky Blinders (Season 3/Episode 6-8:26 & Season 6/Episode 2- 2:31)
Kon Tiki (44:50)
Arthur the King (1:00:50)
Saltburn (2:01:36)
The Rider (11:21 & 1:03:06)
Summer of 85 (1:06:22)
The Lighthouse (1:25:44)
The Hitcher (16:40 & 29:49)
Upgrade (18:05 & 40:05)
Apollo 13 (40:30)
Breaking Bad (Season 2/Episode 10- 15:15)
No Country for Old Men (1:08:02)
House of Wax (1:28:42)
Y Tu Mama Tambien (1:34:58)
Soulmates (Season 1/Episode 5- 39:10, 39:53, 39:57, 40:02, 42:06 & 43:32)
UPDATED 3/28/25
FEMALE EDITION
Cuckoo (2024) (1:11:29)
Beast (2018) (1:10:48)
A Perfect High (32:31)
Never Goin' Back (34:39 & 1:14:52)
Nowhere (2023) (1:07:04)
Bit (34:25 & 1:13:34)
Line of Duty (50:04)
There's Something In The Barn (37:18)
True Spirit (2023) (1:18:44)
Jeepers Creepers Reborn (11:31)
The Duel (2016) (42:06)
Horse Girl (2020) (23:46)
Two Witches (15:02 & 1:06:28)
UPDATED 3/28/25
Mickey 17 (26:43, 27:07, 27:47, 57:05 & 57:21)
Novocaine (36:55)
Snack Shack (1:17:09)
Life (2015) (54:07)
Backdraft (29:41)
The Lost Brother/El otro hermano (3:34)
The Wilds (Season 2/Episode 5- 0:35 & Season 2/Episode 8- 31:39)
The Peripheral (Season 1/Episode 8- 28:12)
Based on a True Story (Season 1/Episode 2- 6:46)
1883 Season (Season 1/Episode 1- 15:25)
Another End (12:40)
The Order (2024) (1:43:28)
Industry (Season 1/Episode 1- 35:05 & Season 3/Episode 5- 14:19)
Please Don't Destroy: The Legend of Foggy Mountain (46:03)
Finestkind (6:33)
Abigail (2024) (1:28:42)
Big Nothing (32:29)
The Terminal List (Season 1/Episode 3- 44:59)
Ripley's Game (1:05:24)
UPDATED 3/29/25
It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia:
S1 E6- 19:37 (FEMALE)
S2 E9- 9:15
S5 E12-18:52
S6 E4- 15:10
S7 E1- 13:30-15:10
S7 E2- 10:08
S7 E5- 15:21
S8 E8- 5:05
S9 E7- 14:43
S13 E8- 10:50
S14 E6- 20:11
S15 E4- 17:23
S16 E5 9:54, 10:36
Horrible Bosses (43:30)
A Million Little Pieces (15:15)
Fury (16:51)
Spy Game (45:18)
Killing Them Softly (34:16, 34:23 & 34:57) War, Inc. (25:49)
13 Reasons Why (Season 1/Episode 3- 50:51)
Fargo (Season 3/Episode 3- 40:55)
The Outsiders (36:11)
No One Lives (27:35)
Art School Confidential (1:06:46)
UPDATED 4/13/25
Museo (1:47:28)
Sin City (1:43:17)
Hatchet (2006) (1:13:21 real vomit)
GOAT (1:03:20 & 1:03:26)
The Righteous Gemstones (Season 4/Episode 1- 7:42)
Maps to the Stars (20:08)
Infinity Pool (24:56)
CHIPS (1:05:38)
The Judge (43:40, 57:50 & 1:18:14)
Cherry (2021) (1:33:15-1:33:32 & 2:05:58)
Suburbia (1:06:08)
Parks & Recreation (Season 3/Episode 13- 20:13)
TIMESTAMPS COMING SOON
Beau is Afraid Take Shelter Rules of Attraction The Inbetweeners Movie Super Dark Times ER (Season 4/Episode 12) Shameless (Season 3/Episode 12) Young Guns (after they take peyote) To The Ends of the Earth Horatio Hornblower (The Even Chance) The Amityville Horror (2x) One Day (Episodes 5 & 14) Masters of the AIR (Episodes 1, 2, 5, 7 & 9) Brain Damage Here (2011) Workaholics (We Be Ballin'/Heist School/Meat Jerkin' Beef Boys/The Worst Generation/Fry Guys/The Most Dangerless Game/Termidate/Party Gawds) Clay Pigeons Holy Rollers Boardwalk Empire (Season 1 episode 11/Paris Green) The Serpent (true story & almost every episode has vomit) Tosh.0 (Season /Episode 20/Hurl-a-Whirl) Gabriel's Inferno Part One Bully Murder by Numbers The Sister's Brothers Silent Night (2023) The Night Before While We're Young Cheap Thrills Southpaw Fox Catcher Baby Reindeer Succession Shameless (Season 3/Episode 12) The Pledge I'm Still Here The World's End Crazy Heart Repo Man Super Troopers Chopper Another Round Heavy Metal Amateur We Were the Lucky Ones Hunters The Snapper Blades of Glory Carnage Harpoon
Random Song Lyric Prompts!
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◇ If I leave my grin behind, remind me that we're all mad here, and it's okay. - Cheshire Kitten by S.J. Tucker
◇ Heavy is the crown that's always hidden - Cheshire Kitten by S.J. Tucker
◇ And I'll sing silence, and ask my glass of wine for guidance - Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious by The Amazing Devil
◇ Let it set down roots where there was once a spine - Shame On Me by Catch Your Breath
◇ My stubbornness will put up a fight. But I don't deserve to win it. - Liar by The Arcadian Wild
◇ So what's it all supposed to do? The fire eats fire and the fire's in you. - Fire With Fire by AlicebanD
◇ I thought that fire with fire would burn the problem quicker.. But all this good advice, his hair just grows back thicker! - Fire With Fire by AlicebanD
◇ I long to imagine a change, but my heart is frozen by the winter rain. - Winter Rain by Sick Century
◇ Letting go of high hopes that just died - Safe and Sound by Point North ft. The Ghost Inside
It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Whumpmas~ 🎄 🎁
It's getting cold everyone and I'm starting to feel festive! So how about we turn this thing around and I share some lovely and sadistic prompts? Have fun everyone! <3
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◇ Humming a nice little holiday song while walking through whumpee's house with a knife, searching where they hid again.. A big smile on their face. "You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why.. Santa Claus is coming to town."
◇ Whumpee kneeling on the plush red carpet.. It used to be white, just this morning.
◇ Whumpee choking on a pretty long candy cane
◇ Dressing a boy who isn't very into femme things in a very cute and slightly revealing elf outfit for women
◇ A Whumpee who usually loved Christmas always being tortured to the sound of their favourite Christmas music
◇ Whumper making a nice little show out of Whumpee picking his torture method. A bunch of things wrapped nicely, in boxes under a tree. They'll have to endure all, but they can choose and unwrap them, bound in a way that they can barely use their hands. Too tired to use this thing against whumper.
◇ Some sweet hypothermia, Whumpee slowly becoming a snowman as they're chained up against the back wall of the house, out in the blistering cold. Bonus points for White Christmas playing from inside the house. ;)
◇ A yandere Whumper having Whumpee bound and gagged next to them near the piano as they play All I Want For Christmas Is You, singing to them.
Let me know if you like these! I'd love to have some feedback and if you have any suggestions or requests, feel free to drop them in the ask box on top! I do sweet comfort, whump, and generally completely random things out of the blue. I do anything. Just not really fandom based things. 👋 Buhbye!
"I'm gonna build me an empire,
And it's lonely at the top.
But madness and greatness
Can both share a face
And nobody will ever convince me to stop!
It's my destiny;
I was born to play this game.
So fear me or love me,
It's all the same."
~
-Empire, Beth Crowley
Whumpter No. 5
She never wanted to be the one feared, but she would do it if it meant peace could come.
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"We all start out the same, with simple naive trust.
Shielded from the many ways that life's not fair or just.
But then there comes a moment;
A simple truth that you must face.
If you depend on others, you'll never find your place.
And as you take that first step upon a path that's all your own,
You see it all so clearly;
The best way to survive is all alone."
~
-Open Up Your Eyes, Emily Blunt
Whumptober No. 3
She was supposed to be the one to save them all, but here she was, unable to save herself.
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"Cuz devils don't fly.
So don't expect me not to fall.
No, devils don't fly.
But God, we almost had it all!
But I got chains, and you got wings,
We know that life ain't fair sometimes.
No, devils don't fly.
But I try."
~
-Devils Don't Fly, Natalia Kills
Whumptober No.1
Damn the Ace of Spades and all he did to break them down... But she refused to snap.
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Okay but whump scenario where the whumper is forcing the whumpee to scream in order to draw out their friends.
The whumpee tied up, refusing to scream because it would spell doom for their allies. Whumper grins and says, "Oh, I'll make you scream for sure..." before they began to torture the whumpee. Beating them, slashing them up with a knife, whipping them, you name it. The whumper wants them to scream loud and clear to lure their team to the whumper.
Whumpee screaming from the pain involuntarily, tears streaming down their cheeks from both the torture and the guilt that their screams would inevitably draw out their team to their deaths.
"Shh, now. Don't fight it. Just let it happen," A whispers gently, xyr fingers tenderly caressing Bs hair as B whimpers through their gag, squirming against what restrains them, to no avail. Slowly their fight leaves them, replaced only with silent tears. "There, see? Isn't that so much easier?"
16th hour — #2 Marked
Masterlist/ Previous
CW: themes of captivity, violence, sexual assault(not detailed) , and dehumanization.
Samuel's consciousness flickered like a sputtering candle as he awoke in the dim, grim confines of the transport truck. His limbs felt leaden, the remnants of the sedative dulling his senses. The air was thick with a pungent mix of sweat and despair.
He wasn't alone. As his vision cleared, he saw others huddled in the cramped space, their faces reflecting the same horror and helplessness that he felt.
A stifled sob drew Samuel's attention to a girl about his age, her shoulders shaking with each breath. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears carving tracks down her grimy freckled cheeks. Across from her, a boy thrashed against his cuffs, his voice a raw scream of defiance and fury.
"Fuck this! Let me out, you bastards! You can't do this to us! We're people, not animals!" His words bounced off the metal walls, unanswered.
"You fucking bastards! Let me out! Let me out!" His shoulders pounded against the walls of the truck, the sound echoing in the confined space. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you all!"
In the opposite corner, another boy had a girl pinned against the side of the truck, his intentions horrifyingly clear. Her terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy filled the air. He wanted to move, to stop the atrocity, but his limbs felt like lead, the sedative still dulling his reflexes.
"N-No, please... don't..." she begged, her voice breaking.
The boy's eyes were wild, filled with a mix of panic and desire. "Shut up! We're nothing now anyways. Might as well enjoy myself for the last time."
Samuel's stomach churned with a mix of fear and revulsion. He forced himself to move, his voice a raspy whisper. "Don't."
The boy turned his head towards Samuel, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Stay out of this pretty boy."
The girl looked desperately at Samuel, tears going down her eyes. Desperation fueled his movements. He stumbled forward, his body protesting every step. He threw himself at the big-bodied boy, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs. They hit the floor hard, the impact jarring Samuel's already aching side.
The boy looked like he was about to punch Samuel if only his hands weren't cuffed behind him. The attacker snarled, his hands closing around Samuel's throat. "You should have stayed out of it, hero." His grip tightened, cutting off Samuel's air. Spots danced in his vision as he struggled, his hands clawing at the man's wrists.
Just when the other boy could take any other action, the truck lurched to a stop, throwing everyone off balance.
The doors swung open, blinding light flooding the space. Uniformed men began pulling the captives out one by one, their expressions devoid of compassion. The girl that was about to almost get raped by the boy mouthed a thank you though it seemed broken.
The outside world was a stark contrast to the darkness of the truck. They were in a large, enclosed compound, the high fences topped with barbed wire. The air was thick with the cries and shouts of other captives, a symphony of suffering.
He was lined up with the others, their fates hanging by a fragile thread. The compound was a cacophony of fear and confusion. Captives of all ages and backgrounds milled about, their expressions a mix of shock, anger, and hopelessness. The sobs of "I don't deserve to be here." and lifeless voices of "Why am I here...?"had filled the room.
A stern-looking man in a uniform walked down the line, his cold eyes assessing each captive with dispassionate precision. He was flanked by guards, their expressions as hard and unforgiving as the concrete beneath their feet.
"Why are you doing this to us?!!" A guy demanded, her voice shaking from anger and fear. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!!"
Somehow seeing this rose up the voices of other people, as they tried pushing and breaking the cuffs behind them. The middle-aged man simply hummed, before swishing his hand to a guard.
The uniformed man smiled looking over at the clipboard in his hand, but the smile was a cruel, empty expression. "You're 'L,'" he said, his tone filled with proffesionality.
Before he could respond, a guard stepped forward, a branding iron in his hand, its tip glowing red-hot. The boy screamed as the iron seared his flesh, the stench of burning skin filling the air. His cries echoed through the compound, a harrowing reminder of their new reality. The guy buckled to his knees with small sobs, unable to hold his weight any longer as some officers dragged him away. The branding had left a cruel "L" on his shoulder, marking him less than human.
The other captives recoiled in horror, the entire place filling with uncomfortable silence. Some were weeping openly, others staring in stunned silence. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He knew his turn was coming, and the thought of that searing pain made his stomach churn with dread.
After a few torturing hours, his legs were basically throbbing with pain from standing for too long. The line had been going on, with the man marking with certain people as "L", "B" or "S", which was followed with agonizing screaming and crying that managed to send a flinch down Samuel's spine every time. He tried thinking about what they could've meant but every time he was interrupted by either shouting or the cracking of a taser when people became too violent.
"Step forward," the guard commanded, his eyes locking onto Samuel.
Samuel's legs felt like they were filled with lead, but he forced himself to move. He stumbled forward, his entire body trembling. The guard with the branding iron stepped up, the heat radiating from the iron making Samuel's skin prickle. The stout man looked at Samuel, and was just about to say something before Samuel cut him off.
"Can I ask something?" He blubbered out before he mentally slapped himself for thinking without speaking. The man only raised his eyebrow in question and signed his hand in a way as if to say 'go on.'
"I-Its just.. I-I thought the ones who were classified as livestock w-were the ones who were from lower class.." Samuel couldn't help but think how egoistic he must've sounded but right now that was the least of his worries.
"Samuel. Samuel Dawson. Son of Edward Dawson and Juli Wood. Mother passed away on your birth so your Father married Camila Fletcher. Your mother was classified as livestock." Samuel basically froze, his mind struggling to process what the man just said. He had been livestock by birth..?
The man simply smiled at Samuel, continuing with his now torturing claims. "Spotted many a time taking pity on livestock. Having arguments about livestock having rights. Secret letters to the government as well to consider dropping down the livestock system. My, my Mr. Dawson. And you ask why you're livestock."
The man laughed, though Samuel didn't think it was funny. "We cannot have anyone disrupting our system. It is the way it is and it will be as so in the future as well."
Before he could react, the man nodded and the guard pressed the branding iron against Samuel's shoulder. The pain was instantaneous and excruciating, a fiery agony that made him scream until his voice was raw. His vision blurred with tears, the world narrowing to the searing torment and the smell of his own burning flesh.
When the iron was pulled away, Samuel collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. He was dimly aware of the others being branded, their screams mingling with his own. The agony in his shoulder was overwhelming, a constant, burning reminder of his new status. He looked at his shoulder, and the disgusting sight of broken flesh and blood among a red covered "L" made him want to puke.
Just when he thought it was over, the man in the uniform frowned, looking at the mark on Samuel's shoulder. He gestured to another guard, who approached with a different branding iron, this one marked with an "S".
"No no nononno!!" Samuel tried backing away. What the fuck was going on?! He already got branded! Fuck he can't do this again!!
"There's been a mistake," the man said, his voice devoid of any hint of apology or compassion. "You're not an 'L.' You're a 'S'."
Samuel barely had time to comprehend the words before the second branding iron was heated. Unlike the first guard, this one moved more methodically, examining Samuel's shoulder for a spot not marred by the initial brand.
Before Samuel could react, the second branding iron pressed against a fresh part of his shoulder, the tip glowing with the same cruel heat. The second iron seared into his flesh with a new level of agony, the pain even more unbearable as the two brands burned into his skin. He screamed again, the sound raw and primal, tears streaming down his face as he felt his consciousness waver.
Samuel's vision swam with spots, the pain overwhelming his senses. When the iron was finally removed, he collapsed completely, his body unable to take any more. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness, snippets of conversation filtering through the haze of pain.
"Get him to the holding for 'S' class." He heard someone say, but he couldn't see who it was. The words were getting more distant or was it the people who were? There was a strange ringing in his ears and he could feel something cold dripping down his arm. He tried to lift his head, to see who was speaking, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive.
The coldness spread through his veins, numbing the agony, but leaving him disoriented and weak.
Samuel's breath came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling with effort. His eyelids grew heavy, the world tilting dangerously around him. The voices of the guards and the other captives melted into a distant murmur, fading into the background like an elusive dream.
And then, with a final, desperate attempt to stay conscious, Samuel succumbed to the overwhelming exhaustion and pain. His body slumped forward, darkness swallowing him whole.
He had always been scared of the dark but this time he felt comfort in it. As if it was keeping it away from the troubles that seemed to keep mounting up on him.
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The moment a defiant Whumpee relents for the first time. The first “please” that breaks from their lips. The first time they do what they’re told without a fight. The first night they don’t attempt an escape. The first meal they don’t throw back in Whumper’s face. The first kiss they don’t refuse. The first, the first, the first, until there are no more firsts. Until they are no longer defiant.
June of doom, day twenty-eight:
You’ll get used to it: knife // hostage // surrender
CW: blood (mentioned), kidnapped whumpee, unconscious whumpee, gagging (described), gagged whumpee, cruel whumper, hostage situation, trade, self sacrifice Whump, powerless Whumpee’s, multiple Whumpee’s, choking (described), forced submission (described), handcuffs, chains, collar
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Leader arrived like Villain asked, alone, without their team, their hands raised in surrender as they emerged onto the roof. Villain stood at the opposite end of the roof, half sitting on the ledge looking over the city, the wind pulling at his clothes and hair, a lollipop between his lips.
He looked almost innocent like that. Not realising Leader was there yet. Taking in the city he threatened to destroy time after time after time after time again, and everytime Leader stopped him. Leader and their team.
Never quite caught him. Never got that far, he wasn’t the type to be arrested. Far too smart for that. Too smart for Leader, as it turns out.
Leader’s eyes trailed down to Villain’s hands to see a length of chain wrapped around his knuckles, turning the flesh white in his hand. Leader followed the short length of chain to an unconscious Whumpee at Villain’s feet, the chain tied tight around their hands that were drawn behind their back, a cloth gag in their silenced mouth. There was blood on the tip of the cloth, and twin streams of blood dripping down Whumpee’s nostrils and onto the rooftop.
“They wouldn’t shut up,” said Villain without turning his head, taking his lollipop out as he continued, “they weren’t worth the ransom.”
“Got me here, didn’t it?” Leader asked with a self-deprecating smile on their face. Villain finally turned to face Leader then. Cold, intelligent eyes scanning Leader’s casual outfit. It was unusual to see them without their protective gear, but Villain just turned away to look out at the view again.
“Drop the knife, then we’ll talk,” said Villain, almost bored, popping the lollipop back into his mouth.
Leader’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking a cautious step forward, their hands still raised in surrender. “I don’t have a knife.”
Villain didn’t answer. Instead he nudged a foot to the unconscious Whumpee’s shoulder. Leader jolted forwards, their hands dropping but stopped when Villain halted them with a cutting, icy stare. Villain leaned down, lower back resting against the roof wall, pulling the gag from Whumpee’s lips and letting it fall under their chin.
Villain poked Whumpee’s cheek, and again harder. Whumpee barely moved. Villain took his lollipop from his mouth and rammed it down Whumpee’s throat. Whumpee jumped to life then, gagging and gasping on the sweet, but Villain kept Whumpee down by a hand on their throat and a gentle ‘shhh.’
Whumpee calmed slightly when Villain stopped shoving the lollipop down their throat, panicked eyes turning hard as they let their breath out through their nose.
“Don’t look at me like that,” said Villain, adding a little pressure to their grip on Whumpee’s throat. Leader stepped forward again, and Whumpee gasped and struggled under Villain’s hands and Leader stepped back again. Villain let up the pressure, and said to Whumpee: “Look who’s here for you, Whumpee.”
Whumpee turned their head to the roof opening and almost gasped, dropping the lollipop but Villain slammed a hand up to Whumpee’s chin, clamping it shut. “If you drop that lollipop I’ll make sure Leader doesn’t get off this roof alive, Whumpee, understand?”
Villain let go of Whumpee’s chin before they could nod, their lips shut tight now, weary eyes going to Leader who stood a few feet away. Alone. Without their combat gear. Whumpee wanted to scream and punch themselves for being so stupid. For ever trusting Villain…
Villain stood up, putting a foot on Whumpee’s sternum. “Leave them alone!” Leader cried, stepping forward again. Villain just kept pressing down until Whumpee was almost crying out, barely holding their lips together to keep the lollipop in. Villain suppressed his grin at the sight of it before letting up on the force on Whumpee’s chest, letting them catch their breath.
“I told Leader to come unarmed, unprotected and alone, Whumpee. That was our arrangement of this little hostage agreement, and what do ya know? Leader comes unprotected and alone, armed with a knife that they think I don’t know they have,” Villain said, leaning down again on Whumpee’s chest, watching Whumpee struggle uselessly against him and fight to keep their mouth shut. “The one they always carry, the one that was a gift from their rotten dead friend, y’know, with the wooden handle and the nice engraving that says—“
Before Villain could continue there was a clatter on the rooftop beside him and he glanced over to see said knife near Whumpee’s leg. Villain took his foot off Whumpee’s chest and Whumpee let out a pained stuttered huff of relief from their nose as they half rolled to face Leader and Villain better.
Villain scooped the knife up from the ground and clicked the button, the blade shooting from the top with a shink. It really was a beautiful knife, Villain had to admit. The blade was a polished slate grey, the edges sharpened daily no doubt, glinting the moonlight back at Villain.
Villain finally looked back at Leader and put the blade in his jacket pocket, folding it before putting it in.
“Good,” said Villain, stepping over Whumpee and leaning back against the railing, folding his arms over his chest, “Now we can speak.”
“It’s a trade, right?” Leader asked, though it sounded more like a demand. “Me for Whumpee.”
“I can be persuaded to that,” said Villain, tilting his head side to side, as if debating it. “With a few conditions.”
“Name them.”
“NMmph!” Whumpee protested, still gagged by the lollipop in their mouth. Villain let a small smile grace his lips at Whumpee’s distress. That’s what they get for not knowing how to shut up.
“I leave Whumpee here, knocked out, you take their chains and you don’t fight me.”
“Ngh!” Whumpee tried again, their useless struggles accompanied by the jangling of the heavy chain tied around their wrists.
Leader didn’t say anything at first, just licked their lips and opened their mouth, then glanced at Whumpee and shut it again.
“You don’t knock them out,” Leader tried and Villain chuckled darkly, shaking his head.
“Nuh-uh Leader, you don’t get to make demands anymore,” Villain sang. Whumpee pushed their hands off the ground, trying to sit up but Villain kicked them back down, planting a boot on Whumpee’s back.
“I— I—“ Leader began, but they gave up before they uttered another sound. Villain could see it. The way their eyes searched the roof for some other thing, some saving grace that wasn’t there because Villain had made sure this hostage negotiation was airtight. Villain waited with baited breath. “Please Villain… you already hit them! Just let them go and I’ll come willingly—“
“How do I know you don’t have your little team waiting downstairs to collect Whumpee? To try and stop me?”
“You told me to come alone so I did,” Leader said hotly.
Villain tilted his head, icy eyes zeroed in on Leader. “I also told you to come unarmed. Then maybe I wouldn’t’ve had to hurt Whumpee more than necessary, hmm?”
Leader licked their lips. Villain smiled. “Okay,” said Leader softly, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Okay. Just, fuck… okay. Me for Whumpee. No tricks.”
Villain pushed off the wall with a grin. “Good. I know you’re not used to taking orders Leader, but don’t worry… you’ll get used to it. Like Whumpee did. Isn’t that right Whumpee?”
He stepped over Whumpee again, and bent low, his back to Leader, covering his conversation with Whumpee. “Well done for keeping your mouth shut for five seconds, Whumpee, I’m proud.”
Whumpee moved the smaller lolly to the side of their mouth before pleading: “Villain please. Please, don’t take them. It’s my fault—“
“Come on Whumpee,” Villain tsked, not unkindly. “Give me some credit here. I was just very convincing. It’s not your fault. It’s your team’s little weakness. I’m just shocked it took me this long to realise how pathetic you all were.”
“Leader—“ Villain jammed their hand under Whumpee’s chin again, silencing them with a huff.
“I prefer you better when you don’t speak, Whumpee.”
Whumpee wrestled their head free, as Villain grabbed the stick of the lollipop and dragged it out between Whumpee’s clenched teeth. “Villain—“
“Is the lollipop all gone?” Villain asked. Whumpee wanted to protest, but instead they bit the small nugget left of the cherry lollipop and swallowed. Then they stuck their tongue out.
“Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” Villain said. Without hesitation, Villain grabbed Whumpee’s shoulder and turned them over onto their stomach. Whumpee opened their mouth again and Villain took that as an opportunity to drag the gag between their teeth again and tied it tight behind Whumpee’s head. Whumpee groaned into the gag, struggling again. “Shhh,” Villain said, putting his index finger and thumb on either side of Whumpee’s neck.
Whumpee struggles lessened, they rested their forehead on the ground with a strangled protest. Villain grinned, then looked over his shoulder at Leader.
“Hey, Leader. Come here.”
Leader didn’t move for a second, and that was a second too long. Villain pressed down hard on Whumpee’s neck and Whumpee’s whimpers of pain were accompanied by rushing footsteps and Leader was beside Villain now. A test.
“I want you to do it,” said Villain, sitting back on their arse against the roof.
Leader glanced over at Villain with narrowed eyes. “No.”
“Yes,” said Villain and Whumpee grunted behind the gag.
Leader shook their head, fingers curling into fists at their sides. “No. I won’t.”
“Oh come on, Leader,” Villain chastised softly. “I’ve seen you do it to other villains and petty criminals.”
“That’s different,” Leader ground out through clenched teeth. Barely containing their anger. “They’ve hurt someone, or did something wrong. Whumpee didn’t.”
“No?” Villain asked and Leader knew it was a trap before they replied. “No.”
Villain leaned forward, looking up with cruel, smiling eyes at Leader. “If it wasn’t for Whumpee, you wouldn’t be here. In this mess. The city wouldn’t have to lose their number one Hero. Isn’t that right, Whumpee?”
Leader’s fists were shaking and Villain clicked their tongue. “Nothing to be done then I guess. Whumpee, I’ll just slam your head into the ground and hope it doesn’t kill you.”
As Villain leaned over, hand fisting Whumpee’s hair Leader’s hand shot out and clamped down hard over Villain’s wrist. Villain clicked their tongue again.
“Take your hand off me, or I’ll chop Whumpee’s off just to prove my point.”
Leader yanked their hand back as if it burned, and said: “okay… okay. I’ll do it.”
Whumpee whimpered behind the gag and struggled in their chains. “Relax, Whumpee. Leader’s here to save you. Again. Just Co-operate.”
Whumpee screamed against the gag, thrashing wildly. Leader surprised Villain who thought they’d take a less violent approach. A punch to the temple and Whumpee went still. Villain whistled, long and loud as he took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the cuffs around Whumpee’s wrists.
“Didn’t think you’d do that,” said Villain, feeling Leader’s glare on him as he worked on the second cuff. Individually locked, Leader noted, an excuse to not focus on what they just did to Whumpee of all people.
Villain stood, grinning at Leader as he pulled another lollipop from his jacket pocket. He pulled the plastic wrapper off it and popped it into his mouth. He lifted his hand and drew a circle in the air with his finger.
Leader turned around, putting his hands behind his back like Whumpee. “No, no, no,” Villain said, putting a hand on Leader’s shoulder. “I changed my mind. Turn around again.”
Leader did, rolling their eyes. Villain put the metal cuffs on and tightened them as far as they could go, Leader drawing their arm up when it started to pinch, but Villain didn’t let them go far.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Villain cooed reassuringly as he cuffed Leader’s other hand in front of them. Villain then wrapped the chain around Leader’s neck and Leader recoiled but Villain yanked them forward again. “If you think I’m not going to enjoy this exactly how I want to Leader, you are not as smart as you look. Do you want me to take Whumpee with us on our little road trip?”
The fight went out of Leader at the mention of Whumpee, guilt washing over their face before they reached acceptance. Villain said: “good. Quick learner. It’ll help you… adjust.”
Villain tightened the chain until Leader squirmed a little then padlocked it shut, wrapping the free length around his knuckles and palm, before yanking Leader forward.
Leader jolted, putting a steadying foot out in front of them to stop themselves from falling. Then levelled Villain with a harsh glare. Villain just smiled. “Oh I can already tell…. This is gonna be fun.”