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jasmines-library · 7 months

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Blood Bag

WHUMTOBER DAY 11 - prompt: captivity.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Summary: you are captured by a group of vamps whilst on a hunt. They take their time trying to kill you, draining you of your blood in an old warehouse. For the Winchesters, it’s a race against time to reach you before something fatal happens.

Warnings: Captivity, blood, blood draining, vampires, near death experience, pain, gore.

Word count: 1.5k

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The door was bolted shut. Three golden padlocks sat on fat silver chains that lay across the door, strung across the frame like bunting. You stared at it from where you sat with matching locks confining you to a chair in the middle of the room like some sick form of friendship bracelet. There was no light entering the room besides the slither that managed to squeeze out from under the door and from the square window made of frosted glass on the metal door. It was what allowed you to see the glint of the metal on the door. Consisting of only thick, concrete walls ridden with rot, the room was barely 8 x 8, but with no windows you felt as though the room around you never ended.

The gag was thick in your mouth. It tasted of oil laced chemicals and dried blood. You tried to spit it out but it was tied together firmly, much like your hands and your ankles. Whoever had you was experienced and you were truly and utterly trapped.

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were on a supply run, grabbing food to bring back to the Winchesters who were cooped up in the motel, and the next there was a heavy blow to your head and you woke up here, tied helplessly to piece of furniture in the middle of who knows where unknowing of what time it was or how long you had been missing.

The locks on the chains rattled before landing in a heap on the floor and the door flung open to reveal a pale looking woman with blond hair that cascaded over her right shoulder. Something about her face was forbidding.

The blond eyed you greedily, stepping towards you. Her heels echoed in the silence of the concrete cell as she leaned in close, trailing her long nails along your jaw. You tried to pull away but weren’t very successful.

“Isn’t this a nice surprise?” She mocked. “The Winchester’s little bitch. I had to say when we saw you all alone it was far too tempting. Far too easy.”

She laughed an evil laugh as you tried to speak, only for your words to be muffled by the foul tasting gag. She reached around you and untied it. You spat it from your mouth.

“You’re a dead woman.”

She hummed, baring her teeth. They were needle-like and protruded like a thousand knives from her jaw. Vampire. “No, honey. But you will be. See, when we heard there were hunters in the area we were on high alert. We began to stock up. When you killed one of our own… well. That changed things, didn’t it? But now, oh now the tables have turned.”

She moved, stalking around the chair. Gripping your hair, she yanked your head back sharply, tilting it to the side. She pressed her face into the side of your neck breathing in the scent of your blood beneath your skin. You could feel her breath on your neck as she murmured. “We are going to have so much fun together.”

It was then that she sank her teeth into your neck. You howled, consumed by a relentless, excruciating agony. You squirmed in her grip struggling to press away, but she only sunk her teeth in deeper, eliciting another painful response. You thought you were going to black out as the blond kept draining you of your blood, almost drunk on the taste. But then, she slipped her fangs out from your skin, agonisingly slowly. When she dropped her hold on your head, it lolled against your chest. She wiped away the blood that smeared across her lips like chapstick and looked at you again with that sick smile.

“Oh, Yes.” She beamed. “They’re going to have to have so much fun with you.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat at her, craning your head to narrow your eyes and snarl at her.

Once again, she just laughed and moved towards the door.

“Remember to scream all you want, No one will find you here.”

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You weren’t sure how long it had been since the first woman left. Your head throbbed and your neck was sticky with your own blood. Your whole body felt weak; like someone had turned down a dial on your body to dull all of your senses. It hurt to keep your eyes open despite the darkness of the room. They felt so heavy that the idea of lifting weights seemed easier than trying to force them open.

Once the woman had left, two more vampires crept into the room. One a short man who wore a green hoodie around his waist, the other an older woman with a pinched face. You had tried to fight against them, but with your already weakened body and with the chains keeping you frozen solid, you stood no chance. And so you were subjected again to the bitter pain on their fangs as they sliced into your neck. By the time they were done and had left your neck in a bloody pulp. you had succumbed to the numbness of unconsciousness.

Unsure how you managed to drag yourself from beneath the bliss of nothingness, your eyes forced themselves open. Your neck burned as you surveyed the claustrophobic room. The chains on the door had been chucked in a pool on the floor, though the door was still sealed shut. It was almost as though they had been removed in a hurry.

A round of gunshots drew your attention to what was happening outside in the hallway. There was a loud raucous accompanied by the howling of the bloodthirsty vamps. You weren’t sure how many there were in the pack to begin with, but from the rumble on the other side of the door, you were sure they were beginning to drop like flies.

“Sam! Dea-“ your hoarse cries were cut off by a heavy hand around your mouth. The clanking of your binds stilled as you froze.

“Quiet.” He barked in a hushed tone. The figure moved to untie the chains around you. Given normal circumstances, you would have taken this as a chance to grasp the guy and gut him, but your body refused to move as your vision doubled.

He hauled you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your neck to not only support your dead weight, but to use you almost like a human shield. There was a harsh banging on the door which ceased almost as suddenly as it had started when the door came flying open. In its frame, you managed to make out the lumbering frames of the Winchester brothers equipped with machetes. Sam paled at the sight of you, kicking himself for not being able to reach you sooner, for letting you go out alone.

When they took a step forwards the grip around you tightened. The man behind you stiffened. That was when you realised he had a knife pressed to your neck.

“Ah ah.” He chided. “Not another step.”

The two brothers stopped abruptly. Dean kept his eyes fixated on the vampire before him, narrowing them to try and hide the worry within them.

“Get away from her.”

The vamp tutted. “No. I think I quite like it here.”

“We killed your nest. Not her. This is between you and us.” Sam told him.

“Hmm. I suppose.” He removed the knife from the front of you neck momentarily, but then tilted your head once again, revealing the mess of bloody flesh beneath it which caused Sam to stifle a gasp, before running the point of the blade down the side of your neck. “But I like this much more.”

You whined at the pinch on your skin, but your body had gone numb. You hated being in this position. Compromised.

“You know what I’m gonna do once I kill too and get out of here?” He hummed, trailing his finger down your open wound, collecting the blood on his finger and licking the crimson from the digit. “I’m going to keep your little friend as my own personal blood bag, drain her nice and slow so that she feels her life slipping away from her. Hunter blood on tap. What else could anyone ask for? And then, when she’s on the brink of death…I’ll turn her.”

“No!” Dean charged suddenly, catching the vamp off guard.

He stumbled backwards, his grip faltering. Without another supporting your body weight, you dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. You were barely aware of the toppling of the vamps head as your eyes dropped closed.

“Y/N?” Dean shook your shoulders firmly. He was kneeling over your limp body. “Y/N?”

You whimpered quietly.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” Dean begged. “Please.”

He had begun to sound so far away as you drifted in and out. His voice began to morph with Sam’s as you lost sense of everything. His words began to sound like a blur of noise, until eventually, you drifted far enough away that you stopped hearing them at all.

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #11

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: death wish / suicidal ideation, vampire whumpee, captivity, bear trap, broken bones, burns

@whumptober Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” / Animal trap / Captivity / “No one will find you.”

The muscle in Kane’s leg spasmed as if crying out, crushed between shattered bone and hard metal. He whined in pain and tried to curl in on on himself, but any movement just made it worse.

With a sharp gasp, he abandoned the effort, lying limp on the floor of his cell, the bear trap snapped snugly around his leg. The silver, melted and slathered haphazardly over the trap’s jaws, pressed into his skin with enormous force as it desperately tried to close together, frustrated with Kane’s leg in the way.

It was always so much worse when it pressed in, and now it did it from both sides. A touch against silver was bad enough, but the way it pinched his skin between the jaws to sear into it, a white-hot flame that would never die, was unbearable. The pressure was greater than when hunters would push or pull him into the cell’s bars, and unlike a human, the trap was uninclined to ever let go.

But the hunters had left him like this, and he had no hope of removing himself from the trap until they returned. Kane whined again, louder this time, and pressed his face into the cool concrete floor, as if it could somehow cancel out the hellish burning.

“Help,” he gasped. A habit he’d been making less and less use of. He’d well lost track of how long it had been by this point, but it was obvious no one was coming to save him– and even more obvious that he was helpless to save himself.

There was only one way out, and that was death. And even that had been cruelly dangled out of his reach.

As long as his captivity felt, Kane knew that in reality, it was laughably short. Surely only a few years. He was young enough for a vampire, only barely past one-hundred. While a human his age would be on death’s door if they hadn’t already met it, and a human equivalent to him in physicality– thirty or so– would only live for sixty-odd more, he had more than a thousand years stretching beyond him, if he couldn’t earn a staking before then.

Even that hope was diminished, knowing the hunters had too much fun making him their plaything to let him meet death so easily. Perhaps in a century, when all his current tormenters would be dead and cycled out for new ones, the next generation of humans would have a change of heart.

It was little comfort to him now, the peace of death a distant dream. A shard of bone shifted in his leg and the trap cinched tighter, wringing a wail from his hoarse throat.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed #animal trap #captivity #no one will find you #oc #fic #death wish #broken bones #burns #torture #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #bear trap

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sowhumpful · 7 months

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No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

#Whumptober2023 #No. 10 #No.11 #Stranded #Captivity #No one will find you #GIF #hawaii five o #Rope #In the middle of nowhere #Restrained #chained #ankle chained to the floor

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clintbartonruinedmylife · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 11

"Animal trap, captivity, no one will find you"

Steve wasn’t sure what he had expected when he set the trap. But this definitely wasn’t it.

For more than half a year now one of his family’s sheep has disappeared every full moon. Bucky thought it was probably a wolf, but the tracks were too big for a wolf. It had to be a really huge wolf if he was right.

But on the other hand, he had no idea what else it could be and since his family needed the sheep, he had set up traps all around the fences. And today he went to check his traps.

“What the fuck!” he blurted when he saw what he had caught.

He had expected a lot of things. Animals, a wolf maybe or smaller animals… but definitely not a blood covered, naked man, struggling against the nets holding him.

Steve stopped and stared disbelievingly. But when the man saw him, he struggled even more, tried to get out of the net but the more he fought the more he got caught in the strings.

His eyes were wide and he looked at Steve panicky when he came closer.

“I won’t hurt you,” Steve said and raised both hands. “Did you get trapped by accident?”

The man stopped but when Steve made a step in his direction the panic was back and he started to fight again.

“Stop, you’re going to harm yourself,” Steve said but the man didn’t listen. So he stepped back, hurried back to his parent’s farm to fetch Bucky. Together they came back and found the man still trapped in the net.

“What the fuck,” Bucky blurted. “He got caught in the net last night?”

“I checked them yesterday, so, yes,” Steve confirmed.

“I think I know what’s wrong with him,” Bucky whispered from one moment to the next. “Last night was full moon! He’s a changeling!”

“You think?” Steve looked at Bucky incredulously.

“I mean… it makes sense, right?” Bucky shrugged. “Look at him, naked, dirty, bloody…”

“But… aren’t they… a myth?” Steve asked.

“Every full moon,” Bucky counted on his fingers. “Only one sheep, and now this.”

“We should… do you think we should let him out of the net?” Steve asked.

“Full moon is over,” Bucky said. “He should be harmless till the next full moon.”

“And what do we do with him now?” Steve asked. Bucky shrugged again.

“I’d say we'll bring him to your family’s farm. We can hide him there. If the guards find out, he will be arrested and probably sold and no one will ever see him again.”

They both turned around to the man in the net. He had stopped struggling and had listened to the two of them.

“Hello,” Steve said to the man. “My name is Steve and this is Bucky. We want to help you.”

“What’s your name?” Bucky asked and made a stop closer to the net.

The man’s eyes were still wide as saucers but after a very long moment of him staring in Bucky’s eyes, he nodded.

“Clint,” he said. “My name is Clint.”

“Hello, Clint,” Steve said now and smiled. “Are you going to let us help you?”

And finally Clint nodded.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #captivity #no one will find you #animal trap #marvel #fic #clint barton #hawkeye #bucky barnes #winter soldier #steve rogers #captain america

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evillittlebirdie · 7 months

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Salvation (Kar'niss/Tav)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

He was unsuccessful. He was a monster. He shamed his family.

"Ilhar, Ilhar, please!" Kar'niss had lost all hope at this point. His failure sealed his fate. He failed the test of Lolth. And she punished him. He was wretched now. The childish part of him that thought his mother was even more powerful than Lolth begged for her. "Don't leave me!" Even if he wasn't in agony, his new body was far too large and cumbersome to move. He couldn't run to her. He struggled to coordinate his many legs, but he kept tripping.

But Ilhar did leave him. She spun on her heels, her attendants one pace behind her. "Let us hope the Neideirra has a decent bard. Otherwise, this day was indeed a waste," She relayed to her patron, Kar'niss' father.

"I agree, Mistress," Ilharn concurred, not giving his son another thought.

"Matron, would you care to keep the drider as a slave, or would you like us to dispose of him on the outskirts?" A cleric questioned.

"A drider slave? How gauche. No. Dispose of it," Ilhar responded. "Unless...K'yorl..." She turned her attention to her husband, "Do you want it?"

Kar'niss allowed his hope to rise exponentially. "Yes, yes! Please, Ilharen. I can serve the house well, I promise. Whatever you deem-"

"Oh, that sound, that screeching," Ilharen visibly winced, "I do not want to be anywhere close to it. If you will it, Mistress, I would not take this creature."

Kar'niss stared at his parents, watching them leave without another word. He began to shake. His legs scrambled up, and he managed to find his balance. "Ilhar! Ilharen! Please! I'll be good! I promise! Don't!"

Kar'niss felt his body fall with a single step. With each fall, he felt his newly formed body sprain under the weight of his swollen abdomen. All pride abandoned, he sobbed into his hands. He hissed out as his claw accidentally scratched one of his dark eyes. After retracting his hands, Kar'niss attempted to stand up again. But unexpectedly, he felt something tight around his throat. One of the clerics had subdued him with a catchpole around his neck. She pulled, and Kar'niss shuffled to his feet to avoid strangulation.

"Just kill me," Kar'niss pleaded with one of the cold-faced clerics. "I have failed Lolth. I have failed Ilhar. I have nothing to live for." He was a monster, a freak of nature, an abomination.

"Silence, drider. You disrespect your house and Lolth by denying your punishment. May you live a long, miserable life," The cleric denounced before leading Kar'niss to a cage. "In," She commanded harshly before loosening the catchpole. Kar'niss whimpered at the sight of the pen. Cages were for slaves or animals. And yet he was worse. He used his hands to poise himself as he walked into the cage.

Kar'niss woke from his trance, gasping for breath. His eyes blinked awake. "Her Majesty, preserve me," He moaned, his hands traveling to his hair. He began to pull at the greasy locks, whimpering.

"Her Majesty, thank you for saving me. Days, weeks, months, years, years, years, years, years," Kar'niss squealed out, his last utterance of 'years' sounding almost like a scream. The transformation wounded him, and the isolation broke him. "Hunting, hissing, hiding, howling, hacking, hallucinating, hastening, hoarding," He chanted, climbing down from his alcove. "Haunting until I found you." He released his hold on his hair before he saw something out of place at the mouth of his cave.

Kar'niss skittered to investigate and was confused to see a basket at the entrance of the cave. "What is this, your Majesty?" He peeked into the basket and frowned. Inside the container was a neatly folded blanket, an unlit lantern, books, and a carafe of water. Even his weapons, polished and clean, were placed in the basket. "Provisions from Her Majesty's Chosen," Kar'niss observed with a tilt of his head. "What a benevolent prophet, Your Majesty. Thank you..."

Tav, such a simple, humble name for a Chosen. She had already graced him with mercy and care. He felt a warmth in his stomach, a flush on his cheeks. His pedipalps flexed in response. Tav had done so much and yet asked nothing of him. Kar'niss needed to show his gratitude.

"Long ago, before you, far, far, far, far befre you, Your Majesty, when I worshipped the spider, I knew how to show appreciation. But I can't in this form. But maybe...maybe this wretch could find a way..." Kar'niss thought quickly, before he giggled, entertained by his notion. "No...No...Not that way either..." He ran his tongue over his upper lip.

He bent over to pick up the basket and retreated into his lair.

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"How much blood do you think a drider needs?"

"Tav, who taught you manners? That's not how you start a conversation. A 'hello, how are you' is how you start a conversation."

"Hello, how are you?"

"I'm well, and you?"

"Great. How much blood do you think a drider needs?"

#whumptober 2023 #no.11 #“All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”#animal trap #captivity #no one will find you #baldurs gate 3 #fanfiction #kar'niss/tav #kar'niss

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whumpookies · 7 months

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Day 11 Title: All the lights are going dark and my hope lost.

Prompt: "No one will find you"

Yet they did..

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #no one will find you #all the lughts going dark and hopes is lost #whump #male whump #thrown in hole #head injury #hurt #angst #tears

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aquietwritingcorner · 7 months

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No One Will Find You

Title: No One Will Find You Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 11 Prompt: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed” Animal trap/Captivity/ “No one will find you” Fandom: TMNT 2003, SAINW Word Count: Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: M Characters: Donatello Warning: This… is not a happy ending. You have been warned. Summary: Don always thought that he knew what to expect if he was ever captured by the Foot. And while, at first, things went according to his expectations, they soon didn’t. But there was no way he was prepared for the plans that the Shredder actually had for him. Notes: I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but there’s a post making its way around that talks about how Peter Laird wanted, in SAINW, to reveal that Shredder had captured that timeline’s Donatello and had him stuffed and mounted or, if they couldn’t get away with that, to have him frozen. That is a terrifying thought, quite frankly, but, well, here we are. AO3 || ff.net

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No One Will Find You

It was stupid, stupid, stupid of him. He should have at least taken his shell cell, if nothing else. Sure, it would have been taken off of him, but he would have had it for at least a little while, giving his brothers something to track, some indication of where he had gone. But Don had just wanted to go topside for a moment, just a moment, just to get some air, because he was stuck on a project he was working on.

He hadn’t expected a trap.

It wasn’t a trap in the sense that someone had been sabotaging his project, or that he had been lured anywhere. No, it was a trap in the literal sense of a thing that entrapped him. Don was always prepared for Purple Dragons, Foot Ninja, even just random thugs. He had never thought to be prepared for an animal trap. Especially one not too far from the garage above their home.

He’d simply stepped, and before he could do more than realize something felt off, a trap was closing around his leg, digging into it, into the muscle. He’d gone down with a cry as the pain hit, his hands immediately going towards the trap. He tried to pry it off, tried to get his hands, even his bo staff in there to give it some leverage, but he hadn’t been able to do anything before the Foot had arrived and carried him away.

He'd been in a small, dark cage since then, one just long enough for him, but low enough that he couldn’t sit up, and completely enclosed. The trap had been removed. He’d been stripped of all of his gear, left with only a hastily wrapped leg. He wasn’t sure how long he had been here, but it had been long enough that he had run out of options for escape. His only hope now was that his family would find him. He knew they had to know he was missing. What he didn’t know was if they could find him.

What was strange, though, was that partway through this, the way he was treated was changed. Yes, he was still left in the small, dark cage. But his leg was bandaged properly and treated. He was given food and water that could actually sustain him well. He’d tried to refuse the food and water, only to be removed from the cage and force fed it. If he ever saw Mikey again, he was going to apologize for for force feeding him the wax in that Triceriton prison. That was not a fun experience.

He'd tried to strangle himself with the bandages, once. They’d chained his hands up to where he couldn’t get to his leg anymore. He’d tried to use his other leg to kick the bandages off and purposefully let the wound get infected, but they’d just rebandaged it with something that wasn’t easy to get off and checked on his leg more often.

What Don couldn’t figure out, was why they were doing all of this. Why were the Foot keeping him alive? Why were the Foot going through the trouble to make sure he healed and stayed healthy? The only thing he could figure was that they were going to use him against his brothers. Perhaps they’d brainwash him or put a robotic control of some sort on him so that he would fight against his brothers, and they wanted him in good shape. Or maybe they were going to run him through tests to see what he could do, so that they would know his brothers’ limits as well.

He didn’t know. There was literally no way for him to know what was going to happen, and that ate at him.

And then, one day, it changed.

The cage was cracked open, as it was every so often, but this time, he was pulled out. Don stumbled, not used to being upright, or being in the this much light, for that matter. His leg had long since healed, without even a trace of a scar on it. His hands were kept cuffed, though, and he was pulled along—although, for the Foot, he was actually being treated somewhat gently, which was odd.

Still, Don did his best to resist, not that it was much at this point. He hadn’t been able to move around well in so long that he’d grown weaker than he had been. He did, however, take note of what things looked like as he was pulled along. This didn’t look like the Shredder’s headquarters. This was someplace different. There were no windows to give him a clue that way, or, if there were, they’d been hidden, perhaps covered by the thick tapestries that hung on the walls. All too soon, though, an impressive set of doors was opened, and Don was dragged in front of the Shredder. He was forced to his knees, with no choice but to kneel there. Saki stared down at him, with eyes that were cold from more than being a robot.

“Ah, Donatello. I had been told of your progress. It seems that you have finally recovered,” Saki said.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m not going to give it to you,” Don growled out, looking up at his enemy defiantly.

Saki just looked down at him and smirked. He gestured, and his ninja pulled Don to his feet. Saki came down and circled around Don, looking him over like he was a prize.

“Do you know what my ultimate goal is, turtle?” he asked.

“I know you want to return to the Utrom home world,” Don spat out. “Probably to kill everyone there.”

“You are… partially correct,” Saki said. “I do want to return to the Utrom home world. But not, as you think, to kill everyone there. No, I want to do it to enslave all of them.”

“Enslave?” Don repeated. Was this why Saki wanted him whole and healthy? To test some sort of control tech on? To have him go in and start helping to take over the Utrom home world?

“Yes,” Saki said. “Their technology is millennia ahead of anything on Earth. Teaching Earthers to use it would take far too much time. However, if I enslaved the Utroms and made them work it, then time will not be a problem.” He walked back around, to where he could look Don in the face. “From there, it will not take long to return to Earth and take it over too.”

Don jerked in the hold of the ninjas who had him. “You’ll never make it that far! If the Utroms don’t stop you, then my family will!”

“Your family?” Saki said. “You mean the ones who are still looking for you, even though they’re starting to believe you’re dead? It’s been three months, Donatello. And I’ve made sure to leave no trace. No one will find you, until I want them to.”

Don glared at Saki again. “And when will you do that?” he asked. “When you’ve got me under your control and have turned me against them?”

Saki smirked again and returned to his chair. “I believe you misunderstand me, Donatello. I am not going to use something like mind control. No, that has too high a risk for being broken.” He sat down and smiled at Don, and Don felt goosebumps run up his skin. “What I have planned for you, not only has zero risk to me, but will demoralize your brothers in a way they can’t possibly be prepared for. Doctor.”

A door opened, and a man stepped through. Don immediately didn’t like the look of him. “Yes, Lord Shredder? Is it finally time to put my skills to use?”

“Indeed,” Saki said. “My prize is now in prime condition. Be sure you do not damage him.”

The man eagerly stepped forward, eyes raking down Don in a greedy, excited manner. “I will take excellent care of him, Master, even if this will be a challenge. I’ve never even thought to create something such as this, and now, to get this honor!”

“You are… confident in your skills?” Saki asked.

“You will find no one on Earth more capable,” the man replied confidently. “I’ve taxidermized turtles before. This one will just present a unique challenge.”

Don felt his blood run cold. “Wait—wait, what?”

“Make sure you send the organs to my labs for study. They might help us locate a weakness.”

“I will be taking extensive notes and documentation.”

Don was panicking now. “No! No, I—No!” He started struggling to get away, to no avail.

Saki merely smiled down at him. “He will be a wonderful prize to display, don’t you agree, Doctor?”

“Oh yes,” the doctor said as Don was dragged towards the man and the door he came through. “I will make sure you have the most exquisite display possible.”

Don struggled, fruitlessly, as he was pulled through a door that he knew he would never come out of, the implications of what Shredder had meant now becoming clear. He was going to be stuffed, mounted, and shown to his family. Shredder’s maniacal laughter followed him as Donatello was drug through door and his fate was sealed.

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Note: I have it in my head that this took place on a ship that Shredder had ready, so there really was no chance of his family finding him and, even if he had managed to escape, Don would have had nowhere to go. I’m also really glad they vetoed this idea. Maybe one day I’ll go back and play with the frozen option.

#Whumptober 2023 #no.11 #no one will find you #TMNT #TMNT 2003 #TMNT 2k3 #fanfic #Donatello #this does not have a happy ending guys #SAINW

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full-hd-sun · 10 months

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taeyong: *sniffles*

yuta: hyung, are you okay?

taeyong: *sniffles again*

yuta: *hugs* if there's anything, that's upsetting you, you can always come and talk to me.. cheer up

taeyong: um.. i have a cold..

yuta: ...

yuta: if anyone finds out what happened in the last few minutes, no one will find you again

#nct #nct incorrect quotes #incorrect nct quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect kpop quotes #kpop incorrect quotes #incorrect nct #incorrect kpop #nct 127 #taeyong #lee taeyong #yuta #nakamoto yuta #no one will find you

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musewrangler · 7 months

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“They’re looking for you?” a Rodian had asked him one night as they all lay bonelessly in their wooden bunks.

“If they know I’m alive,” Matt had said. “Yes.”

He believed this with his whole heart.

But the thing was—-

The thing was…

He’d fallen over that cliff.

Maddy’s scream of anguish still burned in his ears as well as the Admiral’s desperate cry of his name.

As far as they knew, he was dead.

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basement-vampire · 7 months

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Fandom: I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Dallon Weekes/Reader

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Gender-Neutral Reader, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Threats of Violence, Non-Consensual Touching, Stalking, POV Second Person

Chapters: 1/1

Whumptober 2023, Day 11: Captivity - “No one will find you.”

He's tall and thin, looming over you. He's beautiful but he’s a stranger, and you still don’t know where you are or why you’re in his bed.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #captivity #no one will find you #kidnapping tw #tw noncon #bandom rpf #dallon weekes x reader #idkhow #fic

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nerdywalkingencyclopedia · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Night Agent (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rose Larkin/Peter Sutherland Characters: Rose Larkin, Peter Sutherland (The Night Agent), Cisco Jenkins, Diane Farr (The Night Agent), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Whumptober, Hurt Peter Sutherland, Canon Rewrite, Canon but make it whumpier, Episode: s01e06 Fathoms (The Night Agent), Established Rose Larkin/Peter Sutherland, Minor Cisco Jenkins Series: Part 11 of NatK - Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Whumptober 2023

Day 11 - Captivity / "No one will find you."

Instead of making it out of the White House, Peter gets caught.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #captivity #no one will find you #the night agent #fic #peter sutherland

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 7 months

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Whumptober No. 11: “No one will find you.”

TW: religion, death

No one will find you

Not here, in the mouth of hell

Where morals fall through

And mold creeps up the church bell

Heed now our singing

Of things lost and things unknown

Our cry of mourning

Echoing and far overgrown

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @whumpsday @whumpshaped @heavenlyeden @whumpytine

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whumptober2023 #Whumptober day 11 #No one will find you #Whump #Whump poetry #Poetry

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actress4him · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 11 - Royal AU

This is the second piece I've written for the Brumaria Royal AU (neither of which have actually had Bruno in them). The first one can be found here and tells the story of Kamaria becoming the Princess of Ethorcon!

Taglist: @painful-pooch

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” | “No one will find you.”

Contains: lady whump, referenced past whump of a minor, claustrophobia, nyctophobia, corporal punishment, referenced beating, minor sh (scratching)

It’s so dark.

Kamaria rubs her hands up and down her satin skirt, trying to give her mind something to focus on besides the darkness. The rustle it makes is extraordinarily loud in the stillness. It’s no longer enough, though, not after this long standing in the tiny space, so she clenches her hands into fists, letting her long fingernails dig into her palms.

She needs out.

How long has it been, anyway? Time passes strangely in here. Minutes seem like hours, but the times that she convinces herself it hasn’t been that long, she’s just being dramatic, half a day has passed.

Her legs and back ache from standing in the same position, so likely it’s been at least an hour. It feels like it’s been many hours. She raises up onto her toes, relishing the stretch in her calves. On the way back down, though, her shoulder bumps up against the side of the wardrobe. The reminder of how small the space is buzzes through her whole body.

She needs out she needs out she needs out now.

She wants to scream, and kick, and generally raise a ruckus until someone comes and lets her out of here. She’s tried that before, though, back when she was young and first came to live at the castle. Either it does nothing but tire her out, because there’s no one around to hear, or Roderick does hear and she pays dearly for her insolence.

Right now, a beating or caning seems like it would be welcome, just because it would take place out in the open and the light. But she stays quiet, anyway. Scratching furiously at her arms placates some of the need to act out.

When all this first started, she wasn’t even bothered by darkness or small spaces. Even the first few times Roderick locked her in here, it wasn’t that bad. Frustrating, yes, but it didn’t make her anxious. Of course back then, she was small enough that she could sink to the floor, curl up and even nap.

She thinks it changed the first time he left her an entire day and night. She thought he’d forgotten her. And that’s the fear now, irrational as it may be - what if he forgets about her? What if something happens to him and no one else knows where she is? What if he decides she needs even more punishment and takes it too far, leaving her here until she starves or dehydrates or maybe simply loses all of her senses?

No one else but the two of them ever come into this room. No one will find her.

She knows it’s stupid. He’s left her for an entire day and night more than once, but it’s never been longer than that. Still, every time he starts pushing her this direction, her stomach churns and she considers falling to her knees and begging him to punish her another way. She’ll never actually go that far, of course. It would give him too much satisfaction. But the anxiety of facing hours in the darkness crawls up her throat and threatens to choke her every time.

Has it been another hour yet? She’s starting to get a headache. Whether from lack of sleep, food, or water, she has no idea.

If she could only braid a strand of her hair, that would keep her occupied, but it’s all pinned up in a ridiculous Ethorconite hairstyle. Scratching her arms is good. The sting of it keeps her from going crazy. Roderick will fuss about how she’s marred her skin later and she’ll have to wear long sleeves until the marks disappear, but it’s worth it.

She stops moving suddenly, straining to listen. There was something out there, something made a noise…right? She could swear she heard a footstep or maybe a door shutting.

The seconds tick by, the only sound her shaky breathing, hitting the wooden door and bouncing back to her ears. Please please please…

No one opens the door. The darkness stretches on.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #lyric #all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed #no one will find you #original content #fic #minor whump tw #claustrophobia tw #nyctophobia tw #corporal punishment tw #self harm tw #shadow of death #kamaria the assassin #royal au #lady whump #lady whumpee #fantasy oc #whump series

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