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painsandconfusion · 15 hours

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Breathless

Merry Whump of May - Day 1

[“Get back in there” | Ring box | Cliff] (tw: claustrophobia, panic attack, phobia, death threat, failed escape attempt, punishment, self inflicted injury (panic), splinters under nails, manhandling)

[Merry Whump of May Masterpost] [Phobia Whumper Masterpost]

Whumpee’s eyes were burning and blurring over as they gripped at Whumper’s fingers. “N-noonononno please no-”

“Shut up already and get back in there-” Whumper shoved them further into the crate. It had started off as a large shipping crate and now felt like an apple crate, bruising in at their shoulders and knees and ankles as they tried to twist and curl to stash themself tighter into the space. As it closed in on them. Sucked their breath and whisked it away to an unknown darkness that pervaded their mind and dripped cold through their white-hot flesh.

“PLEASE- Pelas e I w-won’t d o it again pl-ease-pplease-!”

Whumper shoved the lid on the box, latching it into place. “Try to pick that lock, you little pest.”

The air in the quickly-heating space stuck at their lungs and slammed in and out of their throat in choppy, uneven bursts. They gasped and shoved and clawed, only distantly aware of the bruises pressing at their bones and the shards of wood wriggling up under their nails. The panic was too thick. Too stifling.

Forget the apple crate. This felt like a bread box now. A ring box, even. Impossibly small and crushing their bones under its infinitely shrinking horror.

Pleas and screams kept exploding from them, sucking what little air they had into worthless desperation. “PL-EASE PL LEASE WH HUMPER PLLLEASE- LE T ME OUT O-OPEN TH- SSSTOP-STOP STOP-PLEASE-”

The boards over and around them creaked slightly as Whumper settled their weight onto the crate. Whumpee froze, dreading for a moment the thought of Whumper’s weight cracking through the box and crushing them only to realize that would mean the box was broken and they would be better able to wriggle out or at least get some fresh air inside. They pushed against the spot.

Whumper mused as they sat there, “I could do anything right now, you know… Couldddddd…..toss you in a lake. Off a cliff. Bury you in the garden..”

Whumpee’s sobs started fresh, thrashing gaining new strength. Their heart twisted and stabbed. They couldn’t breathe- “Nn--onp plp-lease-ep-pleas-”

“We don’t have to do that, though, do we? Because you’re not gonna pick any more locks.”

“Y-ees-y– nn-n-omore-!” Just desperately agreeing to anything that had even the vaguest promise of getting out. Nothing else held their attention as darkness grew and their head weighed more on their aching shoulders.

“Good. I’ll leave you in here tonight to let you really think that over before we try again.”

tagging isn't sparking joy today, i am so sorry-

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jordanstrophe · 5 months

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Whumper cracked open the cell as the light revealed their captive on their knees. Their hands were bound behind their back and a chain bolted to the wall wrapped around their arms and chest.

The chain was nearly off, not enough they could get free but enough they clearly struggled for a long time.

"Almost got it off, huh?" Whumper smirked, standing over them as whumpee looked up with an exhausted expression.

"No worries. I'll tighten it for next time..."

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenarios #captive whump #kidnapped whumpee #restrained whump #cruel whumper #failed escape attempt #controlling whumper #whump angst #isolation whump

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whumpasaurus101 · 11 months

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"If I knew better," Whumper cooed, leaning in close until their lips brushed against Whumpee's ear, "I would be thinking my little birdie is trying to run away..."

Whumpee froze, their breath catching in their throat as their hand instinctively tightened against the doorknob, "I- I swear I ca-can explain..."

The flick of a switchblade made Whumpee flinch, followed by a whimper, "Ple- please, I se-swear I'll be good-"

The tip of the blade was pressed against the small of Whumpee's back as Whumper leaned in, voice a low whisper, "Oh darlin', I think it's a bit too late for that, don't you?"

Whumpee closed their eyes, mouth opening but only a whisper escaped. Tears began to stream down their face and their body shook, "'m s-sorry..."

#whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #yandere whump #ig?#failed escape attempt #intimate whumper #escape attempt #lee wrote something :o

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whitecoatwhump · 1 month

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“Let’s make a deal then,” they said. “You tell me where the holes in our security are, and I won’t punish you for trying to run away. I’ll have to take credit for it, of course, but I can try to convince the others to allow you a little more freedom if you tell me everything. How does that sound?”

#whump #captivity whump #failed escape attempt #whump dialogue

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rizzoto-whump · 10 months

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"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, their voice filled with feigned sadness, "I should thank you. You never fail to amuse me, trying to escape like that. It's almost adorable, really."

Whumpee glared at Whumper through tear-filled eyes; their voice was barely a whisper, a testament to their broken spirit. "Go to hell, Whumper."

Whumper chuckled. "I might just. But first, I'm going to have to make sure you never try that again."

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #failed escape attempt #implied torture #sadistic whumper #injury #injured whumpee #implied kidnapping #intimate whumper #yandere whumper #whump tropes #whump scenario #traumatized whumpee #dialogue prompt

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whumpetywhump · 6 months

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Bad And Crazy - Ep. 12

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befuddled-calico-whump · 4 months

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Riot Kings, page 165

first // prev // next

#greer showing up to ruin everything again #he and nabi are at opposite ends of the whump scale #constantly counter-weighing each other (with doc on nabi's side and random clueless soldiers on greer's)#whump art #riotkings #165 #wesgoesbrr #beaten #bruising #blood #failed escape attempt #whump comic

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bedtimescenarios · 1 year

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The Highway

Based on this trope that I posted about recently: Whumpee having to pretend that Whumper is their friend, lover, etc. around other people . . .

CW: Kidnapping, injuries, mention of death, blood, non-con touch (not sexual), implied torture, and I think that's all:)

Whumpee panted, clutching the side of their abdomen. They gently lifted up their shirt, wincing as their knuckles brushed against broken, bruised ribs. The pain was intensifying with every step, and their skin was turning purple in too many places. But they couldn't stop. Not now, not when they were so close.

So, despite the stinging pain, they started running again.

They had reached the highway a while ago. At first, they'd been thrilled. It was something they didn't think they'd see again after being stranded in that facility in the heart of the forest for so long. No cars had passed by, which they were thankful for. They didn't want last year's incident to repeat.

Suddenly, the memories flooded their brain. That same highway. Them running, the car stopping to help them. Then, the screaming, the blood. Oh, God, all that blood..

"Please, don't! They're innocent!", they had begged.

To which, Whumper had simply responded: "You brought this onto them."

Those poor people didn't have to die. Death was their reward for being selfless, for trying to help Whumpee.

They still saw the couple whenever they closed their eyes, haunting their dreams as well as their waking life. If only...

They flushed the memories out of their head. Right now, they couldn't afford the guilt swallowing them whole. The only important thing was finding a police station. They sprinted along the highway, ignoring the painful feeling in their limbs. It was definitely less painful than what Whumper would do to them if they were caught, and they were aware of the closing distance between them. Their heart hammered in their chest, their breaths shallow, as whenever they took a full breath in, it almost felt like their ribs were being broken all over again. Run, Whumpee, they tried to motivate themselves. Keep running, or-

"There you are."

Whumpee's heart dropped. Their head whirled around, glancing at Whumper with wide eyes. He wasn't that close, but he wasn't far enough either. If they ran slower, he'd catch up with them.

How much could they keep the pace in their condition? Not long, they supposed.

They thought about venturing into the forest, but Whumper most certainly knew it better than they did. Whumper thought this was all a game, anyway. The highway held their best chance, which was still slim. But hope - it clung onto them like a virus. So they kept running.

At least, until they heard a car honk.

Please, just go. Drive further. Don't look at me, Whumpee pleaded in their head.

"Hey, you there!" A young man's voice echoed.

Shit. Whumpee's heartbeat was going crazy. It would've been better if they'd just died in that facility. Now, this clueless man was at risk. They couldn't let him find anything out unless they wanted him dead. They had to pretend...

They slowed down, put on a joyful face, trying to mask how scared they really were. As they turned, they glimpsed the car, a blonde-haired head sticking through a window. As he pulled over, Whumpee took a few deep breaths. They smiled at the passer-by.

For a second, their smile turned into a wince as they felt Whumper's arms wrap around their waist. The man didn't seem to notice, though, as he just stepped out of the car. Whumpee sunk their fingers into Whumper's arms, trying to mask their shaking.

"Hi, can we help you?" They said.

The blonde walked closer to them, a smile on his face. His eyes betrayed him, full of suspicion and doubt.

"Are you all right?" He addressed Whumpee directly.

Whumper's arms tightened around their body. A warning. Perhaps a reminder. Whumpee tried to seem confused by his question. "Of course I am, why would you ask that?"

"Well-" He quickly glanced at Whumper, "-I saw you running, and I was just.."

"Oh, don't worry!" Whumpee said cheerfully. "I'm just on a run with my boyfriend."

Whumper propped his head on Whumpee's shoulder, making them tense up. When the man's wary expression didn't change, they added: "You know that marathon, the one that's gonna take place in Queens next week?"

He visibly relaxed at the familiarity. "Yeah, you training for it?"

"Yep", Whumper responded, and Whumpee felt them grin. "We're pretty competitive, ya' know?"

Whumpee hated how casual this conversation had become. They wanted to just break down, beg for the man to help them. But they knew better.

"Yeah, I got you. Me and my wife are participating as well!" The man leaned on his car door. "She's wanting to keep fit with our 2nd baby on its way."

Whumpee gulped, but their mouth remained in a smile. "Congratulations!" They said, and the man nodded in gratitude.

"Well, we'll look forward to seeing you there." Whumpee said, silently begging all the deities they believed in to just have the man, the husband, the father, on his way as soon as possible.

"Yeah, us too!" He grinned, getting in his car and turning the key into the ignition. "Have a good day!"

It worked. Whumpee thought. At least he's safe.

"You too!" Whumper smiled, and as the man drove away, they added: "I know I surely will."

At least he's safe, Whumpee repeated in their head, trying to reassure themselves.

As soon as the car was out of sight, Whumpee dropped their act, their eyes teary. But Whumper stayed there, in the same position, his arms tightening even more around Whumpee, who just squeezed their eyes shut at the intensifying pain in their ribs.

Whumper leaned in and whispered in their ear. "I see you've learned. At least, now, the only one who's getting hurt is you."

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #defiant whumpee #intimate whumper #conditioned whumpee #failed escape attempt #act #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whump writing #creepy whumper

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hurtthemgently · 2 years

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Okay but whumpees being grabbed.

-They’re running, escape is so close they can taste it, when a hand roughly grasps their wrist and they’re pulled into whumpers arms

-they’re hiding, shaking, hands over their mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. They shuffle away away from the entrance to their hiding place, dreading the possibility of being found. A figure comes into view. They press into the far wall and curl in on themself. When they’re grabbed and dragged out, they’re sobbing

-tiny whumpees engulfed by a hand, strong enough to crush them. They struggle and push, nearly getting out, when the other hand wraps around them, trapping them.

-whumpees too tired to move, being picked up and carried

- a hand pushing whumpees arm down, into a restraint

-whumpee suddenly being grabbed by the throat and pushed against the wall, gasping, surprise and fear plain to see on their face

-whumper grabbing their hair and pulling their head back to hold a weapon to their throat

-whumper taking hold of the chains fastened to their wrists

Whumpee being grabbed is just A++

#manhandling #whump trope #whump tropes #whump prompts #failed escape attempt #non con touching tw #restraints tw #manhandling tw

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unforgivenn · 2 months

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WORD COUNT :424

CW: Failed escape attempt, pet whump?, beating, captivity, abuse, power dynamics, creepy and intimidating whumper

In the dimly lit basement of an old, dilapidated house, a figure huddled in the corner, trembling with fear. Whumpee trembled. They should've never tried running away. Everything was going so good and they-.. they just had to ruin it.. Please oh god I cant take this.. Whumpee curled up in a ball, their heart pounding with dread, they knew there punishment would be sever.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the basement, signaling Whumper's approach. Whumpee's breath caught in their throat as the door swung open, revealing the towering figure of their tormentor. Whumper's eyes glinted with malice as he advanced towards whumpee, a sadistic smile curling his lips.

"You thought you could escape from me, didn't you, boy?" Whumper's voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down Whumpee's spine.

"I-I'm sorry," Whumpee stammered, their voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to disobey you."

"Sorry isn't good enough," Whumper growled, grabbing whumpee by the collar and hauling them to their feet. "You need to learn your place, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Without warning, Whumper lashed out, his fist connecting with Whumpee's jaw with a sickening thud. They cried out in pain, feeling the metallic tang of blood fill their mouth as their head spun from the impact.

Blows rained down upon whumpee, each one more punishing than the last. They cried out in agony, their body convulsing with pain as Whumper's rage consumed them. Bruises bloomed on whumpee's skin like dark flowers, and tears streamed down their face, mingling with the blood that trickled from their wounds.

Again and again, Whumper struck out with brutal precision, each blow landing with the force of a sledgehammer. Whumpee cried out in pain, their body wracked with agony as they tried in vain to shield themselves from the onslaught.

The whumpee's cries of agony echoed off the cold stone walls, each hit leaving behind a searing trail of pain. With each strike, they felt their spirit breaking, the weight of their disobedience bearing down upon them like a crushing weight.

Eventually, the onslaught ceased, and Whumpee was left lying on the cold concrete floor, bruised and bloodied, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Through tear-blurred eyes, they saw Whumper looming over them, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Remember this moment, boy," Whumper sneered. "Remember who owns you, and never dare to defy me again."

With that ominous warning, Whumper turned and left Whumpee alone in the darkness, his words ringing in the air like a death knell.

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jordanstrophe · 1 year

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Whumpee gets injured from attempting to escape their captor. In the end, they're carried back by whumper gleefully lecturing earfuls of "I told you so’s”

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump escape attempt #failed escape attempt #injured whumpee

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whumpasaurus101 · 7 months

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“Oh darling… you were doing so well… you really had to screw things up as usual, huh…”

Whumpee gulped hard as their hand tightened around the door knob, their heartbeat hammering in their ears as they tried to calm their breathing.

They really did, as usual….

#whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #escap attempt #failed escape attempt #lee wrote something :o

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montammil · 2 years

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“Come out, darling! I’m not in the mood for hide and seek.”

Whumpee stays silent, clutching their hands to their mouth and staying in the bushes. The thorns dig into their skin, but they’d much rather have that than Whumper waiting for them.

“You know,” Whumper continues, “I was really starting to grow fond of you. I was even thinking about letting you go. It’s a shame your own stupidity got in the way.”

Whumper lets out a breathy chuckle as their footsteps get even closer.

“It’s also that stupidity that made you think there wasn’t a tracker in the collar.”

#whump #tw whump #whump writing #whump scenario #whump prompt #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #failed escape attempt #pet whump #degrading tw #whump tw

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rizzoto-whump · 9 months

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Slowly opening the creaky wooden door, Whumper saw a sight that relieved their aching soul. There stood Whumpee looking beaten. Their captivating eyes were filled with tear stains, but they also held determination.

"Whumpee," Whumper gasped, reaching out. Whumpee flinched, but didn't move away, allowing Whumper to touch them. "Where have you been... I-I was worried."

Whumpee sniffed, fighting back the emotion brimming in their voice. "Running. Trying to forget what you made me do, Whumper." Their voice wavered. "But I couldn't forget you. I couldn't leave you."

Whumper was silent, a lump formed in their throat. They slowly moved aside, letting Whumpee inside their rundown home. "Come in. I-I promise things will be different now."

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee x whumper #emotional whump #failed escape attempt #intimate whumper #traumatized whumpee #hurt/comfort #angst #writing prompt #whumpblr #whump tropes #yandere whumper #stockholm syndrome whump #kidnapped whump

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3-2-whump · 2 months

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Escape Attempt Last

As in, there were plenty in between this attempt and First Escape Attempt, but I won't enumerate them (unless you ask nicely, I guess)

Set one year after The Auction Floor

TW/CW: minor whump, slavery, pet whump, noncon body mod (tattoos, piercings), threats of permanent injury (not followed through), burning, inappropriate use of a clothes iron

The first thing he heard that morning was “Happy anniversary,” whispered softly over him as he stirred awake.

Khaled blinked. The blond man leaned over his bed, not a trace of a frown on his stern face. Khaled groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had no idea what his master just said, though that might’ve just been because he was never much of a morning person. “What was that?” Khaled yawned.

“It’s our anniversary,” the man explained patiently as he helped him sit up. Those broad arms and bruising hands that once (and occasionally still) struck fear into Khaled’s heart now supported him as he climbed out of bed. “I brought you home a year ago, and so I wanted to give you something special today, if you’d let me…” he trailed off with a smile.

Khaled shuffled toward his wardrobe and began picking out a pair of boxers, denim pants, and a shirt. “A year, huh?” Though he was still in the process of waking up, having never been an early riser in his life, his muddy brain was slowly piecing it together.

It was well into midday when Khaled finally let its implications sink in.

One year of his life in slavery. One whole year of his life spent in servitude. His head swam in an unsettling mix of shock, anger, and grief, emotions that traveled down to his gut and twisted it into knots. A lot had happened in a year; the sixteen-year-old shot up a few inches in height, his voice had deepened, and his body hair (everywhere) had grown in enough to prompt his owner to teach him about shaving and ‘hygienic practices.’ That was an embarrassing talk, and one that he deeply wished his father could’ve given him instead.

It had been more than a year since he had seen his family; were they thinking of him? Did they notice he was gone? He brought home one of their main sources of income; how was his mother coping, providing for his siblings all on her own? They didn’t hate him for abandoning them, did they? Khaled blinked back the mist in his eyes at the thought.

The car lulled to a stop. “We’re here,” the Boss announced, taking Khaled out of his head. He looked down at the small box resting in his hands. Twin diamonds set in white gold rested inside the velvety interior. At first, Khaled thought it was a mistake, since his ears weren’t pierced. The man only grinned as he simply replied “not yet.”

They got out at the now-familiar tattoo parlor, entering soon after they opened. This was where the boy got his second and third tattoos, the initials and the skull and snake, respectively. The bearded, bespectacled man known only as Leo spotted them immediately and approached them with a welcoming grin. He made small talk with Khaled’s master as he led them to the back.

“So, we’re doing a set of piercings today?” he asked, pulling out a pair of single-use gloves.

Master nodded. “Ears, just one pair for now, unless we want more.”

Khaled let out an unbidden scoff. His master threw him a reproachful glare. There is no we, there never was, he wanted to scream. He didn’t consent to any of his tattoos, what made the man think he’d be okay with piercings? Yet his owner initialed him like an object and drew the symbol of his crime family on his skin, and he could just do that –he bought him, after all.

“Well, let’s get to it, then!” Leo said.

“Wait. I’ve gotta use the bathroom,” Khaled murmured. Master glanced at Leo, who merely shrugged. He silently pushed past the two men and made his way to the front of the store to the bathroom, where he locked the door and slumped against it as he settled onto the floor. He allowed himself a deep, shuddering breath behind the closed door, resting his head back against it with a dull thunk.

One year… he thought morosely. A streaky bathroom mirror bordered with stickers glared back at him under artificial light. Curious, Khaled got up from the floor and leaned over the sink to look at himself, to physically see how much he had changed in only a year. How much of these changes were within his control?

None of them, he realized sadly. He turned his newly shaved head side to side to look at his ears, taking in the sight of the unpierced lobes as much as he could. These would change too, and that was also out of his control.

Or was it? Out of the corner of his eye, Khaled spotted a slit of natural light seeping in from above. He turned; there, above the toilet, was a small window, vented open to let in fresh air. He assessed the window immediately, judging that he was still skinny and flexible enough that he could climb through, and without much else besides a desire to just be in control of something, he did exactly that.

With exception to the mall incident (which shouldn’t even count, he genuinely got lost), this had to be the worst escape yet. He was recaptured within two hours, tied up and thrown into the back of a car yet again, and now lay on his back on a large table, hands and feet bound to each corner as two unfamiliar goons stood on each side. Beside him, Master stood solemnly ironing a dress shirt on an ironing board. His resting bitch face was back, and he was re-ironing the same sleeve for the third time. Khaled gulped, only sensing a fraction of how fucked he was.

“I really thought we had made some progress this past year,” the man growled. A puff of steam escaped the iron as he set it aside and hung up the crisp white shirt. He then moved on to ironing a pair of slacks. “I trusted you, I provided for you, I gave you everything you could ever need, and what do you do? You run away the second I loosen your leash,” he continued, straightening out a seam with a bit more force than necessary.

Khaled cleared his throat and tried to look up from his awkward position on the table. “I’m sorry, Master, I just freaked out- “

“Quiet! Let me finish.”

Khaled shut his mouth immediately. He sunk back down, fixed his eyes on the dim ceiling lamp above him, and awaited his punishment with dread.

Master continued talking. “You know, the last time this happened, a friend of mine advised me to cut your tendons.” Beneath the quickening pounding of his anxious heart, Khaled heard the faint hiss of the iron. “I don’t want to permanently cripple you though, mostly because it would be even more of a hassle to care for you, but I will cripple you temporarily, at the very least...”

Khaled tore his eyes from the ceiling and looked over his outstretched toes. His master settled in front of his feet, the steaming hot iron in hand. Moist tendrils of heat lapped at his exposed bare soles. Dense as he may be, it didn’t take a genius to realize what was about to happen. Khaled trembled, then began struggling in earnest. The mob members held him firmly by the legs and shoulders as he thrashed frantically in his restraints, fearfully begging. “No, no, no, please, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry – “

“You’re only sorry you got caught,” Boss snapped. “Now hold still.”

Searing hot pain erupted in the soles of his feet as Khaled screamed himself hoarse.

After what felt like too much time and yet not much time at all, the goons above him let him go and started working on the knots tying him to the table. That must mean he’s done, Khaled thought, but why does it feel like my feet are still burning?

“Get up.”

The now untied boy paused rubbing his chafed wrists to look up at him in shock. His master glared down at him coldly. “I said get up!” he shouted.

He can’t be serious. With horror, he realized the man was completely serious. “I-I can’t,” Khaled whimpered, “I -you wouldn’t -I can’t!” He caught his trembling lip between his teeth before a small sob could escape.

“I’m not going to repeat myself again, brat,” the Boss gritted out. “Get. Up.”

Khaled hung his head and nodded. He stiffly swung his legs over the table and gingerly lowered his burnt feet to the floor. The freshly blistered flesh barely touched the ground before an effusion of pain shot up his legs. He gasped in agony. His owner, meanwhile, stood in front of him in silence, waiting. Khaled sniffled, grit his teeth, and, with legs quivering and tears streaming down his cheeks, he stood up straight and tall.

“Walk,” Thomas said.

No. Khaled shook his head, completely unable to get a word out through the pain.

“Walk.”

Please, no, he wanted to say. He hung his head and shakily took a step forward, not making it even two steps before he collapsed. The strong arms of the Boss’ cronies caught him just before his knees could hit the floor. They scooped him back onto the table before one ran off to find the first aid kit, and the other ran off to get a basin of cool water. Khaled thankfully slipped into unconsciousness and took refuge in the nothingness.

A hesitant knock at the door brought Khaled’s attention back to the present, three hours after the Iron Incident. “Khaled, it’s me.” His master entered his bedroom soon after.

Facing away from the door in a fetal position on top of the bed, Khaled curled up even tighter. His heart picked up pace as he heard the man settle to his knees in front of his bed. “Your bandages need changing.” He flinched away when he felt the man’s fingers graze his injured feet, but ultimately he relented, letting his master unwind the soiled bandages as he winced and whimpered. Not all of the gauze was peeling off neatly. He heard a faint click of a tube opening, then felt cooling salve on his burned soles. Then, with a level of tenderness he did not think the Boss capable of, the man wrapped his feet up in clean gauze and taped the bandages in place. “One more thing,” he murmured softly, reaching into the first aid bag he brought with him.

Khaled had raised his head from his pillow, his red-rimmed eyes trailing down to his feet as curiosity overcame his pain and apprehension. His owner procured a pair of socks, gingerly slipping them over each gauze-wrapped foot. “There are plenty more of these, so if this pair gets dirty, you can just ask me for more,” he told him. “Comfortable, right?”

Khaled reached over and brushed his fingers against the soft fabric. His eyes misted with tears again at the act of kindness. “…They’re nice,” he sniffled. “Thank you, sir.”

The man replied with a pleased grunt before he lifted himself from the floor and stood, ready to leave. “Now then, is there anything else you need before I go to bed, Khaled?”

A hesitant silence. “No, but I-I’m sorry. Really.”

“I know,” he answered, his tone sincere. “Goodnight, Khaled.” Khaled flopped back onto the bed, face to the wall as he heard the door close gently behind him. What was that? He wondered. In the whole year that I’ve been here, he’s never been that gentle with me. Was that even the same man?He didn’t hear the faint click of the lock this time. In any other circumstance, this would give him hope, but at this point, the hope had been burnt out of him through the soles of his feet.

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#throwing in a bit of carewhumper in the end #whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #tw minor whump #slavery whump #tw noncon bodymod #tw burning #carewhumper #failed escape attempt #no beta we die like my protestant upbringing

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cyberwhumper · 7 months

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This was their one and only chance. They had fought for every inch they pushed out of the depths of Watchtower, every obstacle surpassed filling their hearts with a little bit more hope and fueling their desire to succeed, to finally set themselves free.

Security was no match for the prototype, but arguably they didn't have to be. Their objective was simply to stall long enough, to hold the line for just long enough that their lab rats wouldn't notice how they had been all led exactly where they needed to be, puppeteered all along. For a few moments that seemed to last an eternity, all hell broke loose when they breached the main hall. The elevator leading outside was right there. If only they could make it.

If only.

Mal knew this would result in some bloodshed, but he couldn't have predicted the amount of destruction this little whimsical experiment of his would yield. The weapons load is putting such a massive strain on Dog's mind it's completely out of control, shredding through allies just as indiscriminately as it does enemies. He gently pushes his hair out of his face, and gets to work.

WARNING: CRITICAL MALFUNCTION

Every single system is going haywire. The animal is breaking down at an impressive rate, having pushed itself far past its expected limits while pulling this stunt. Marvelous work, he thinks to himself. He turns off the weapons systems first. Next, the motor systems. Remote accessing a system he himself built should have been easy and simple, and yet Mal seemed to be taking his sweet time. Just break down a little further.

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He can see the panic in its eyes. It knows what he's doing, and it has no ability to fight it, but it's still trying. Pushed to the ground like the animal it is, surrounded on all sides by the consequences of their escape having failed as the test subjects are executed one by one. It struggles harder when they finally get to Vina. Mal can see tears sliding across its face, and a sick sense of amusement bubbles up inside him.

"Oops. It would be a shame if your little friend didn't make it. And so, so close to freedom."

WARNING: OVERRIDE ATTEMPT UNAUTHORIZED

"Aren't you stubborn. I figured you'd be more selfless than this."

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They shoot Vina again. It struggles.

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"Tick tock, doggie. I don't have all day."

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Medics swarm over Vina. He's no longer breathing. The last thing Mal sees is the heartbroken look in its eyes. He hopes it's an image that will be burned in its mind for the rest of its miserable existence.

OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL

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