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whumpeewhumpwhump · 7 months

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(AI-less) Whumptober Day 10: Collar

(Hello hello! Here's another shorter one. Had a time trying to figure what this one would be about, but we finally got there. Hope you enjoy!)

Prompt 10: Branding/Scarring/Collar

When Whumper brought out the collar, Whumpee knew something was wrong with it. They kneeled on the ground in front of Whumper, eye swollen shut, lip cracked, and hands bound behind their back. If their hands were free, they’d be able to cast a spell, but it was obvious that Whumper had dealt with magic users before. But they had other tricks up their sleeve. Not every spell needed gestures.

They just needed to make sure the two insanely buff goons flanking Whumpee wouldn't beat them to a plup first.

Whumper held up the collar and admired it in the waning sunlight. The ruins they were in cast long, ominous shadows that almost reached towards the artifact in Whumper’s hands.

“This,” Whumper said, almost caressing the object, “Is one of my favorites. I don’t like bringing it out for just anyone who happens to know some magic. I save it only for those I think will pose a bit of a challenge.” Whumper leveled a look at Whumpee that made the air freeze in their lungs. “Considering you took out five of my guard before they were able to subdue you, I think using this is justified.”

Whumpee leaned back as Whumper approached them, but they were caught by Whumper’s goons and held still. Whumper unclasped the artifact and Whumpee suddenly knew what it was. Runes were carved into it, old and worn, but Whumpee knew what they were meant to do. He had heard of artifacts like this before. They never thought someone would make it into a collar. They strained their neck away form it, only for one of the goons to grab the back of their head with a meaty fist and hold them still. Almost gently, Whumper secured the collar around Whumpee’s neck, closing it with a satisfying click.

The effects were immediate. As soon as the clasp was shut, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of Whumpee’s lungs. They pitched forward as all of their strength left them—it was only thanks to the goons that they didn’t land on their face. Instead they sat slumped, their upper arms being held, preventing them from falling.

It wasn’t like Whumpee would notice either way. The world around them melted away. Their very essence was almost being torn away from them. Magic, a presence they had known their entire life, was suddenly gone. The magical weave that kept all things together, that ran through magical beings was suddenly blocked by the heavy, lead collar around their neck.

They gasped as the first round of pain settled in. They tried to curl in on themself, but the goons held their arms tight. Pain, blinding, unimaginable light their body up. Every atom in their body was being unbuilt then rebuilt. For a moment, Whumpee heard screaming and wondered if someone else were being tortured as well before they realized it was coming from them.

Whumpee's vision was back, though they hadn't realized their vision was gone in the first place. Whumper’s feet dominated their view. No longer did the goons keep them suspended, instead they lay curled up on the floor. Whumpee managed to look up at their tormentor despite the blackness that danced in their vision.

"Please," Whumpee choked out, "Stop this,"

Whumpee ignored them.

“Sorcerers are a difficult prey, I must say. Not like other magic users," Whumper said, checking their nails, "The others learn it, or have a physical item that ties them to it. Your kind are born with it. You yourself are pure magic, already. No need to learn. No need for an item. Your knowledge is inate. You are the item. For others I could just tie their hands or gag them and they wouldn’t be able to do anything. With you, though,” Whumper paused, drinking in the sight below them. “With you… It’s best I be cautious,”

Whumpee wheezed as if the collar were squeezing around their throat. They tried to shoot a glare at Whumper, but it didn’t work. They couldn’t muster the energy. All they could do was tremble as the pain of being torn apart wracked through them. Their breathing grew heavy as pained groans replaced their screams.

Whumper frowned before rolling their eyes, “It’s a shame though. I like some fight in my prey before the end. Who knows. Maybe I’ll set you free before we meet our destination. I’d love to test out some of the other toys in my arsenal.”

Whumpee should have felt fear. They should have felt dread as the goons lifted them from their kneeling position and dragged them towards a steel cage on the back of a wagon. They shold have yelled and fought as the cage was opened and they were thrown bodily in. But they couldn’t. All they could do was mourn the magic—the life—that was slowly being taken away from them.

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 7 months

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Day 10 - Collar

Hehehe this is a sequel to day 5!!

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain

TWs: Collars, electrocution, dehumanization, kidnapping

As soon as the car was stopped, the door opened and Mariano was hauled up and out into the whispering fall breeze. A little house surrounded by quiet, empty land greeted him. The once-cheery yellow paint had faded long ago, and the shingles of the roof had gotten jostled by time and wind and storms.

Tommy tugged Mariano along, a hand gripping his bicep just too hard. "Okay. If you don't try any stupid shit, we'll let you go when everything dies down." Tommy's keys jingled as he got the door open.

Mariano didn't quite believe him.

The living room was in shambles. The wallpaper was peeling and the windows were filmy. The lights were off, and the carpet was torn and stained with what had to be blood. A tattered couch sat against a wall, with a rusted dog kennel next to it that served as a side table.

That had to be what they'd been discussing in the car. Jasper and Darrel entered after them, breathing a sigh of relief as the front door shut behind them. "We'll hide the car in a little bit," Jasper said, flopping down onto the couch. "Darrel, go get the collar. We need to get everything set now before we get tired."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Darrel grumbled, wandering down a dark hallway.

Mariano swallowed. "I won't try to make an escape." He tried. "You can just keep an eye on me."

Jasper rolled his eyes, standing back up to get in Mariano's face. "You think we're idiots?"

Yes, he did. "No--no. I just...I don't want to cause trouble. I saw your guns. I can behave."

"Then we won't have a problem." Jasper accepted a collar from Darrel, reaching up to snap it closed around Mariano's neck. "This way, we can make sure you won't actually go anywhere." He took the remote from Darrel next, holding it up for Mariano to see as he turned it up to the highest strength. "Now. Give us your hands so we can cuff you properly."

Mariano raised his hands, still secured palm-to-palm by the leather belt. He watched as Jasper unwound it, gripping his wrists once he was freed. Mariano could tell that Jasper didn’t really work out. He could probably get free, could probably take the remote.

It didn’t seem like the best idea, though. They hadn’t hurt him yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t tense, didn’t struggle as his wrists were brought behind him and the belt was wound them again. “Good.” Jasper said, fastening the buckle. “Now, on your knees.”

Mariano felt dread crawling through his chest as he obeyed and two fingers hooked under the collar at the back of his neck. “Good.” Jasper almost purred this time as he started leading Mariano to the cage. “Maybe you’ll get out of this without us having to be too rough. Remember: we don’t wanna kill you if we don’t have to, so just behave.”

Mariano knew the stakes. Maybe he could make a break for it later that night--he'd run a marathon before, it wouldn't be terrible. Mariano nodded. Jasper shoved him forward. “Good, get in.”

Mariano crawled forward on his knees, lowering himself down to get into the tiny space. It was large enough for something like a collie, Mariano thought as he tried to find a comfortable way to exist in the cage. It was not large enough for someone six feet tall with shoulders like his. He’d be lucky to even be able to lie down properly on the hard plastic liner.

He watched as Jasper and Darrel and Tommy worked through the next steps of their…plan? They brought the money they’d gotten inside, starting to count up their spoils. He didn’t want to tell them to be careful of dye packs in the money–they’d find out about that themselves.

He knelt on the floor of the cage, shoulders already starting to ache, as the thousands were counted up between Jasper and Tommy. He almost hoped they took something in the six figure range–the jail sentence for armed robbery and kidnapping wouldn’t be worth it otherwise. Jasper just started looking more and more frustrated as they started to run out of bundles of bills.

“What do you mean we only got thirty grand?” He snarled at Tommy.

Tommy didn’t back down, growling back. “Well maybe we would’ve gotten more if someone hadn’t decided to take a hostage!” He motioned violently towards Mariano. “You’d barely gotten anything when you grabbed him.”

“Well what are we gonna do about it?” Jasper barked back. “We can’t just let him go.”

Darrel thought for a moment. “What about a ransom?”

Tommy and Jasper paused. They looked at each other, then Darrel, then all three looked at Mariano. He didn’t like that.

“We just need to send a ransom video, right? Some sorta demand?” Tommy asked. “We could do that, yeah.”

The collar felt even heavier around Mariano’s neck as Jasper picked up the remote. “Yeah,” Jasper said. “We can do that. Rough him up, get some footage of him being shocked. Just look at him. Someone’s gonna be willing to pay to get him back.”

The three pairs of eyes roamed over Mariano. It was almost flattering. He supposed his sweater and bright jeans and glasses chain really sold the "normal guy" look. Mariano wanted to laugh anyway.

Someone would pay to get him back, yes, but it wouldn’t work out how they wanted. If they were lucky, the police would get involved. If they weren’t, Bastian would decide to show up. And if they were even unluckier, the war mages would be pulled into the situation. For their sake, he hoped the police showed up to negotiate--maybe a SWAT team barging in would be nostalgic.

Tommy pulled out his phone, though, and glanced around the room at the lighting. “Yeah, we can work with this. Let’s go downstairs though, the concrete will be easier to clean up and look scarier.” Mariano’s stomach dropped.

“I think we still have those extension cables around here somewhere.” Jasper said. “Those’d make a decent whip. Let’s see how bad this collar is, too. See if it’ll be good for the camera.”

Mariano swallowed hard, barely able to take a breath before Jasper pressed the button, watching him curiously. Heat raced through Mariano’s neck and a strangled noise was wrenched from him. He jolted, head knocking against the rusted bars of the cage.

Mariano dropped to the floor of the cage as he writhed, struggling to take a breath. It kept ripping through him, threatening to dislocate his shoulders from how it forced his biceps to flex and twist. Across the room, he heard Jasper laugh as the collar turned off again.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s perfect. C'mon, help me haul the cage to the basement.”

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 10 Branding, Scarring, Collar

TW/CW: Anger, threats, mockery, seasoned whumpee, cuts, sword, scarring Word count: 703

“You do have quite the nick for getting yourself into trouble don’t you?”, Zestia grumbled.

“I had the situation under control.”, Tierney argued.

“You did not.”

“Says you.”

“Yes!”, Zestia yelled, slamming her hands on the table.

Tierney flinched on the chair she had been pushed into. Uh-oh.

“It seems like I’ve been giving you a little bit too much freedom lately. It seems like you have forgotten what’s important now. You, unfortunately, are the key to my life! And until I get this little problem fixed you need to make sure you stay alive. Do you understand?”

Tierney clenched her jaw. “You’ve made yourself pretty clear.”

“Hmm, I also think I need a way to get other’s hands off of you. Since you’re apparently so popular. And to make sure you understand me.”

Tierney tensed up; it was clear where this was going. She kept her eyes trained on Zestia and tried to anticipate her next step. Yet she still wasn’t prepared as her arm shot forward, grabbed her shirt, and threw her to the floor. She could feel the hardwood bruising her hip and shoulder but there was barely time to worry about that.

Zestia stepped above the Tiefling and in the same motion drew her rapier. Trapping the girl there on the ground. “Now. Where to put it…Where to put it. What’s not already full of scars”, she mumbled more to herself than to Tierney. Tierney tried to escape, in one swift motion she robbed back and tried to wiggle to the side out of reach of the rapier but Zestia was fast. She stepped forward, unfortunately on her throat.

“Aww, come on, are you really that naïve girl? To think you can escape me? The only thing you’re achieving here is writing in the dust below my heel.”

Tierney gritted her teeth, from pain and spite and turned her face away from the other.

“Oh. Yeah. That’ll do.”, Zestia said, suddenly sounding happier. She swiftly laid the blade of her rapier against Tierney’s turned away cheek. Forcing her with a little pressure to turn her head. “Look. At. Me.”

Tierney jerked away from the blade and looked at Zestia angrily.

“I think I have a place idea.”, Zestia said.

Tierney’s eyes widened before hardening. She would not give her the satisfaction of a reaction. She would not. And then she saw her kidnapper raise the weapon and prepared. But the burning sting didn’t come where she thought it would. Instead her face was suddenly on fire. She gritted her teeth and waited the worst out. Her face felt wet, only now she realised she had automatically closed her eyes. Damnit! Quickly she ripped them open, only to stare into Zestia’ smug face.

“Wakey-wakey, Tiefling.”, she cooed.

Tierney wanted to murder her. Patience.

Zestia wiped the bloody point of the weapon on the girl’s uninjured cheek and looked at her work. For anyone outside it would just look messy. Two parallel lined cuts, left and right connected by a diagonal cut. Over the entirety of her face. But for her curser it would be a clear message. She shielded(?) the rapier again and let herself fall down onto the Tiefling’s abdomen. The other grunted. Gripping her jaw roughly she forced eye contact. “Let this be a clear message to you and everybody else. And don’t make me repeat myself. Then she let go of her and went for her evening routine. “Oh and Tierney”, she said without turning around

“What?”, Tierney spat out

“Be quiet.”, she simply said.

Tierney hissed and waited for her tormentor to finish her bathroom routine so she could take a look at the wound bleeding over her face. She just had to hold out. This was just another job. That she didn’t get payed for. Ah well no one else’s gonna do it. Finally, the bathroom was free. Let’s see what damage she had done. Tierney walked to the mirror and scoffed at what she saw. A “Z”. The prick cut a “Z” over her face. Way to leave a mark, she rolled her eyes and started to try and disinfect it with her herbs. What’s one more scar. What’s one more scar….

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @ailesswhumptober

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shion-yu · 7 months

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Day 10 - Branding / Scarring

Rey’s body looked like a battlefield where neither side had possibly won. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Rey - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741197.rey

TW/CWs: Descriptions of scarring, burning, branding

Rey nearly always kept every bit of his skin covered. Felix knew why, of course. His body was doubtlessly littered with scars from large bore needles and wounds that had been left mostly untreated for those two very long years Rey had been trapped away in the dungeon. Rey, on the other hand, was unaware that Felix knew why. And so he spouted the same story he told everyone when he refused to take his jacket off, even in the heat - that he burned easily from the sun. Felix just let him get away with the lie. It wasn’t hurting anyone and anyways, Rey was pale enough regardless that there was probably a sliver of truth to it.

Still, when two people were in such close quarters for an extended period of time, hidden things had a way of making themselves known regardless of the desires of the secret-keepers. Most things were embarrassing, but ultimately insignificant. Felix learned that Rey couldn’t handle spicy food at all and had never learned to swim. Rey learned that Felix was a sucker for a good romance novel and always got left and right mixed up. Those things they would learn to tease each other about.

Other things weren’t so lighthearted. Felix was mostly an open book, admitting his faults as they came up with a self-deprecating laugh. But Rey had many more things that seemed to set him off than Felix did. Really, anything in the right context could. There were consistent things though. Loud noises, darkness, cramped spaces, sharply closed doors - depending on the day, all of them were liable to set Rey into a panic that was nothing to make light of. Felix realized that Rey’s agitated attitude often came in reaction to being afraid of something and he had gotten better at predicting when Rey would have one of his severe fits.

For example, one time there was a fight between two men in the tavern of the inn they were staying in. Felix dragged Rey into their room as soon as the fighting began, but it didn’t stop Rey from sitting on the bed frozen for a good hour before he began to breathe properly again. Other times it seemed so random like when a simple bowl of soup put Rey into panic mode, but Felix was sure there was an explanation for it. He could only imagine what Rey had seen in those two years, he told himself. Even if Rey himself couldn’t quite explain them due to his memory loss, the trauma was clearly deeply ingrained in his subconsciousness. Felix knew he had to be patient with his young charge or else he might fall apart completely.

Still, Felix knew Rey was tougher than he looked in many ways. He was a skilled fighter and quite bright, even if he insisted he’d been a horrible pupil during his basic schooling. He could get through nearly any locked door. He was stronger than he looked, especially when there was a threat at hand - real or imagined. Things were good sometimes for solid stretches, as they had been for some time now - but there was always something that brought it tumbling back down again.

Today, it was a rainstorm that set things off. Well, the rain wasn’t what bothered Rey. It was the part where they’d run into a dark cave to keep out of the downpour that seemed to be agitating him. It was small, cold and damp - all the things that Rey didn’t like. Surely because it reminded him of the cell he had once resided in, Felix figured. But Rey was doing a good job at keeping calm and Felix encouraged him to just wait out the downpour, to which the prince reluctantly agreed. It took longer than Felix had expected, but eventually they were able to set off again towards their destination.

They camped that night. Felix lay their sleeping bags out and kindled a fire to cook over. Rey was quiet, but that was not necessarily abnormal. What was rather odd was the way he kept jumping in his seat and looking over his shoulder as if he were hearing an unknown threat creeping closer and closer.

“There’s nothing there, Rey,” Felix said calmly, not looking away from his task of tending to the fire in the hopes that Rey wouldn’t feel quite so called out. Naturally, it didn’t work.

“I don’t remember asking,” Rey snapped back. He could be a real brat sometimes, Felix thought to himself. “...Check anyways though.”

Felix sighed and obliged. It was his duty after all. He made a show of walking around the perimeter of their camp just for Rey’s own reassurance, finding nothing as he expected. Rey seemed to relax a bit then crawled into his sleeping bag and went to bed wordlessly. Freya, his beloved pet squirrel fox, buried herself deep inside the warm sack at Rey’s feet; Felix could see the ever so tiny lump at the bottom created by her body.

Rey was a mystery sometimes, Felix thought to himself. But at the same time, he was easy to read. He was petulant, moody, and paranoid - socially cumbersome and downright rude at times - but he was also sensitive and needed a lot of attention. Felix was willing to give it to him. Not only because it was his sworn duty to the throne, but because he cared deeply about Rey. Even if Felix hadn’t met Rey all those years ago, he still wouldn’t have been able to avoid the deep affection he had for Rey from settling. Rey needed someone to care about him. It was a mostly thankless job, but Felix felt ever thankful that it got to be his.

That night, though, Rey came down with a fever that caused him to thrash wildly in his sleep until Felix held him in his arms and didn’t let go for the rest of the night. It must have been the rain, Felix thought ruefully to himself. Rey was so sensitive and sickly, he probably could have predicted it. By the early morning hours Rey had sweat what seemed like a gallon and deeply needed a change of clothes from the shirt he’d doused through.

“Let me help you wash off,” Felix suggested cautiously. Not unexpectedly, Rey did not leap at this suggestion. Maybe it was the fever; maybe Rey trusted him more now; or maybe it was because he just felt really lousy. Whatever the reasoning was, Felix was very surprised when Rey slowly nodded in agreement. “Really?” Felix asked, wanting to be sure. Another nod.

“Okay,” Felix said. He poured water from one of their canteens onto a clean cloth and gathered a second, dry cloth to go with it. Then he helped Rey sit up and said, “Arms up.”

Rey did so obediently, but Felix could see the nervousness in his expression. “I’ll be gentle,” Felix said softly. “You’ll feel better afterwards.” Another nod. Slowly, Felix peeled the sweat soaked shirt over Rey’s head. Rey winced as the garment stuck to his tender skin and shivered as he was exposed to the cool morning air. Felix made it a point not to stare but it was hard. It was so much harder than he expected. “Hang on a moment,” Felix said and began wiping Rey off with the wet towel. Rey’s torso trembled with cold and Felix worked quickly, wordlessly. Then he dried Rey off and pulled a new shirt over Rey’s head.

“There, that’s better,” Felix said. “Just rest today, my prince.”

Rey lay back down facing away from Felix and closed his eyes. Felix supposed they weren’t going to talk about it, but then Rey surprised him by speaking up. “It’s okay if you’re disgusted.”

Felix knew exactly what Rey was talking about, even if he didn’t say directly. The scars. So many scars, so much worse than Felix could have imagined. The needle marks he’d expected. The shallow cuts, even the ones deep enough to need stitches, sure. The deep gouging that criss crossed across every inch of Rey’s skin, not as much. Rey’s body looked like a battlefield where neither side had possibly won.

These scars hadn’t once just been simple cuts. They were clearly deep open wounds, perhaps even large chunks of flesh carved from Rey’s body that still left deep impressions all over. There were also burns. Whether from torture, wound closure or both was unclear. Worst of all though was the one on his left rib cage. Although small, it was obviously the result of someone having a sick version of fun. Someone had doodled with a knife on Rey’s skin, leaving the pale, permanent imprint of their initials: KMA. With a little smiley face at the end. It broke Felix’s heart into pieces and although he had said nothing as he’d wiped Rey’s skin off, the image was unlikely to ever leave Felix’s mind.

Felix looked down at Rey sadly, considering carefully what he wanted to say. “I’m not disgusted by you or the scars,” he said finally. “I’m disgusted that someone hurt you. I’m sorry, Rey.”

“You had nothing to do with it,” Rey said simply, staring off to the side. “I can’t remember much anyways.”

Oh. That was true - Rey wouldn’t be able to recall the details behind each scar. But maybe that was worse. It left it all to the imagination. What else had they done to him that hadn’t left a mark?

“Still,” Felix said quietly. “Does it hurt?”

“Sometimes,” Rey answered. “Sometimes a lot. My back mostly.”

Suddenly the way Rey walked so stiffly made more sense. “Would it help if I rubbed it?” Felix asked.

Rey glanced at him incredulously. “You’d do that?”

“Of course I would.”

Rey huffed and closed his eyes. “Maybe. Weirdo.”

Felix didn’t mind being called a weirdo. He was surprised Rey was considering it at all. If it meant Rey trusted him more now, Felix would happily be called a weirdo for it. Rey could call him anything - Felix would stay by his side for as long as he was permitted.

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