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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 10 months

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This or That Gothic Edition Snippet 19- Imprisoned Monster

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!

Whumpee crept through the castle halls, holding their lantern in front of them. The storm raged outside, sending sheets of rain down onto the washed-out roads. Whumpee didn’t feel like being drenched, so they thought they would ask the castle’s owner for shelter. The more they explored, however, it became evident that the castle had been abandoned for years. The windows had a hazy film covering them, and the thick layer of dust laying in the carpet absorbed any sound that Whumpee’s footsteps would have made. Unused cobwebs adorned the corners of furniture and light fixtures; even the spiders had forsaken the place.

“Hello?” Whumpee called for a third time.

No answer greeted Whumpee, save for their own echo. They shivered as a draft blew through the castle halls. Eventually, they reached a large, oak door. Pushing it open, Whumpee was greeted by something that surely belonged in a mausoleum. A coffin of marble, sitting in the center of an otherwise empty room. Heavy chains of silver held the lid down. The floor was made of cold stone, and it made a clicking noise as Whumpee walked across it. Oh mercy, had they stumbled on a dead person’s home?

Whumpee was just about to back away when they heard it: a weak yet distinct pounding. It was coming from the coffin. Everything in them told them to run, but Whumpee found themselves stepping closer all the same. Whumpee blinked, and the next thing they knew they had removed the chains.

The lid slid off of the coffin with a deafening sound of stone scraping against stone. Whumpee jumped back with a yelp. Slowly, a figure sat up inside the coffin. Their head turned, and red eyes stared into Whumpee’s.

“Do I have you to thank for my freedom?” the figure asked, their voice sounding like it hadn’t been used in years.

Whumpee nodded, rooted to the spot.

The figure climbed out of the coffin soundlessly; they seemed to glide as they strode over to Whumpee.

“What should I call you?” the figure asked.

“Wh-” Whumpee swallowed, “Whumpee.”

“Hm,” the figure mused, “it’s fitting. My name is Whumper. Welcome to my castle. I would have greeted you upon entry, but as you can see I was otherwise detained. Thank you, Whumpee, for releasing me.”

“Um, s-sure. Anytime.”

“It’s unfortunate that after you’ve given me my freedom, you must lose yours, but I haven’t had anyone to talk to for many years, and I daresay I am in need of a companion.”

Whumpee blinked, it took them a minute to process what Whumper was saying. Before they could turn to run, Whumper had sank their fangs- they had fangs!?- into their neck. Whumpee wanted to struggle, but Whumper held them tight. They began to lose the ability to stand as Whumper drained them of their blood.

“S-stop,” Whumpee breathed, “please.”

Whumper continued to drink for a few moments more, then detached their fangs from their victim’s neck.

“There there,” Whumper soothed, “forgive me, but I haven’t had a meal in so long. Come now, let’s get you to your room.”

The world tilted on its axis as Whumper lifted Whumpee into a bridal carry. The storm continued to rage outside as Whumper carried them down the halls to a large bedroom. Whumpee was limp in their hold. Whumper laid them down ever so gently on a bed. Even though they were lying still, Whumpee’s world spun. Soon enough, dark spots clouded their vision and their eyes fluttered shut. They couldn’t see Whumper smile down at them, nor feel them run a slender hand through their hair.

Whumper smiled at their little human. They looked so peaceful like this. What a wonderful companion they would make.

ko-fi

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leafywritingwhump · 9 months

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I'll do anything to keep you safe.

A whispered assurance to a shaking Youngest, clinging to Leader's shirt after a failed mission. They'd nearly been caught, saved only by a lucky shot made by Leader.

I'll do anything to keep you safe.

Said with a determined set to their jaw to Teammate before embarking on a risky solo trip to steal some much needed medicine for their infection. Without it, Teammate may have died.

I'll do anything to keep you safe.

A meek excuse as Medic grumbled and cleaned the wound, asking Leader why they weren't brought along on the mission. Medic had just recovered from their own injury, and Leader wanted them to rest a little longer.

I'll do anything to keep you safe.

A final promise to Right Hand, someone they considered their sibling. Right Hand, who had a clear view in their cell of Teammate, Medic, and Youngest being escorted by guards at the start of their trip to the border for their exile, and Leader's mangled corpse in a gibbet, swaying gently with the wind.

#my writing #whump #leader whump #leader whumpee #team leader whump #team whump #whump snippet #if it wasnt clear leader sacrifices themself so that the rest of the team is exiled #with the exception of right hand who's imprisoned bc they did too many crimes to just be exiled #:DD #idk this has been on my mind so i wrote it down #tw death

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hurtcomfortguaranteed · 4 months

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Bheem works to rescue the best friend he wrongly believed had betrayed him, in the masterpiece of bromantic cinema that is RRR.

#rrr #whump #bromance whump #bromance #imprisoned #blood tw #aftermath of torture #claustrophobic prison #rescued whumpee #friendship that transcends words #clutching prison bars #that ought to be a full time tag #ram charan #n. t. rama rao jr

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mj-iza-writer · 3 months

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*pokes my head out of the ask box* Tiny Whumpee being played with by the child of Whumper. Because I’m the child’s eyes Whumpee is just another toy for their collection.

I’ve been on tiny whumpee kick so sorry if this is a bother

Sees the head poking in and waves. I like this, and you're not a bother at all.

Whumper needed to work, but that was next to impossible when their child, Jay, was constantly asking questions.

Finally Whumper sighed, and looked at Jay.

"Please my darling child, I love you with every fiber of my being, but I beg of you let me have a few minutes to work."

Jay nodded and pointed at a clear tupperware jar on Whumper's desk.

Whumper eyed it and smiled.

"You want to play with my friend", Whumper picked up the jar and tossed it into the air and caught it.

Whumper grinned as they watched a tiny figure inside of the jar panic.

"Do you hear that Whumpee, Jay wants to play with you", Whumper laughed, "doesn't that sound fun?"

Whumpee quickly shook their head no, and frantically looked at the child as they leaned back against the jar, trying to get as far away from Whumper as possible.

"Okay Jay, just don't take them out of the jar", Whumper handed it over to the child, "have fun."

Jay skipped down the hallway to their room.

Whumpee would bounce up and down with every skip. They were already getting sick and they were certain this was going to be a long play time.

Jay put the jar on their bed before collecting a few things from their toy chest.

The jar tipped over when the items were tossed on the bed.

Jay then decided to play soccer, and kicked the jar down the hall and into Whumper's room.

Whumper glanced down at the jar as it rolled along the floor.

Whumpee looked weakly at Whumper before Jay grabbed the jar again.

"Having fun Jay?", Whumper smiled.

Jay nodded before going to grab the jar.

"What are these holes for?", Jay looked at the lid.

"So Whumpee can breath", Whumper sighed.

Jay quickly ran to the bathroom with the jar.

After a few minutes of hearing the water running, Whumper went to check on Jay.

The jar was almost full of water, Whumpee was frantically banging on the wall of the jar. They gave Whumper a terrified look.

Whumper watched for a few minutes and stopped the water once the jar was just about full.

"Sorry Jay, but I don't want them dead just yet", Whumper turned the jar upside down to dump the water.

Whumper's partner arrived home as the jar was emptied.

Jay ran down to greet them.

Whumper held the jar up to look at Whumpee, "I'm sure that was a horrible experience, I almost felt bad when I saw how full the water had gotten."

Whumpee weakly sat on the floor of the jar. They were drenched and dizzy.

"That bloody child of yours almost killed me", Whumpee yelled, knowing Whumper wouldn't be able to hear them.

Whumper watched Whumpee's mouth moved.

"I can't hear you, but I can imagine what you're saying", Whumper chuckled.

"I'll sit you on a high shelf so they can't reach you", Whumper carried Whumpee back to their desk, "or do you want to play with Jay some more?"

Whumper frantically shook their head no.

"I thought so", Whumper grinned.

Thankyou again, I hope you enjoyed. -MJ

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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months

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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 26: Shivering

Another direct continuation of Day 10: Hypothermia, this time from the Whumper's POV.

For more shivering whump, check out Day 4: Chills.

TW: imprisonment, hypothermia, vulnerability, implied nudity, noncon undressing (nonsexual)

Whumper shoved Whumpee into the cell, not even bothering to secure their bonds before slamming the door shut and searching for dry clothing. Whumpee, in their hypothermic, shivering state, had barely reacted to the temperature change when they finally returned to Whumper’s lair. They would not attempt to escape. Not that they would get very far if they tried.

Finding what they were looking for, Whumper returned to Whumpee’s cell. Whumpee had not moved an inch in the moments they'd been gone, instead curling up into a pathetic shaking ball. Whumper regarded them for a few long moments, arms full of clothes, towels, and blankets.

Whumpee’s lips had turned purple. On the trek back from the lake, their wet hair had iced over in a matted clump that, starting to melt, was dripping water all over the cell floor. Their body wasn't shivering so much as spasming as their muscles tried desperately to keep them warm.

Whumper could leave them like this. Alone, soaked to the skin in icy water, Whumpee would surely freeze to death before sunrise, even in the slightly warmer confines of the cell. Whumper could walk away and put all the dry things back in their places. They would still serve as a fine example for the others.

Nothing would stop them.

No one would dare question what had happened. Whumper’s underlings were being paid not to ask questions, and the other prisoners would be too beaten down, too terrified by Whumpee’s tragic death, to speak against Whumper.

Whumper sighed through their nose. Death would be far too merciful for Whumpee. No, they would serve as a living reminder of what Whumper was capable of. The memory of the frozen lake would suffice to keep them in line.

Dropping the mess of clothing, towels, and blankets in a heap in the corner, Whumper crouched down beside Whumpee, careful not to get their pants wet in the puddle forming beneath them. Slowly, methodically, Whumper pulled untied the ropes around Whumpee’s wrists and began to strip off the soaked garments.

Whumpee whimpered, teeth chattering uncontrollably, and tried to recoil, but they were too weak from the ordeal in the icy water. “If you don't get out of these clothes,” Whumper hissed, tugging Whumpee’s shirt over their head, “you will die a very unpleasant death.”

“R—r—r—r—ra—-ra—rath—”

Whumper smirked as Whumpee struggled to form words. “Rather what? Rather die? No… I think not.”

Dropping the shirt to the floor, Whumper continued removing Whumpee’s clothing until it all lay in a pile at their feet, a soaking wet and naked Whumpee curled up next to it. Rummaging through the heap in the corner, Whumper found the towels and carefully began to pat Whumpee dry, reveling in how they cringed and flinched away.

Not another word was spoken, but the dark look on Whumpee’s face as Whumper finished dressing them in the set of clean clothing brought Whumper more amusement than harsh words ever could. New ropes went around Whumpee’s wrists and ankles; and Whumper even generously allowed Whumpee to keep a blanket, as their hair was still damp, their lips still purple.

Gathering Whumpee’s old clothes and the now-wet towels, Whumper left the cell and locked it behind them. Fabric rustled, and Whumper glanced back just in time to see the blanket hit the bars and fall to the ground. Whumper blinked, looking from the fallen blanket to Whumpee, who crouched in the corner of the cell, glaring at Whumpee with such malevolence Whumper could almost taste it.

Whumper inhaled sharply. How dare they—!

They closed their eyes and exhaled. When they reopened their eyes, Whumper worked their face into an expression of simple annoyance and disappointment, a clear contrast from the bubbling rage that made their fingers curl into fists and tightened their jaw. Stooping, Whumper pulled the blanket through the bars and added it to the top of the bundle in their arms.

Whumper did not spare Whumpee another glance as they left, no matter how much they wanted to drop everything and show Whumpee exactly how the consequences of their actions would affect them. As Whumper continued down the hallway, they congratulated themselves on their restraint. Whumpee would see their punishment in due time.

All in due time.

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crowzwhump · 7 months

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In softly lit chamber, the feeble light cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls, creating a melancholic ambiance that seemed to seep into every crevice of Whumpee's existence.

The air was heavy and thick with despair.

Whumpee's once-proud spirit, now broken and battered, clung desperately to their bat form within the confines of the ornate bird cage.

Their powerful wings now tightly wrapped around their small trembling form.

Days had blurred together into a never-ending nightmare, time measured only by the cruel visits from Whumper.

The malevolent figure, shrouded in darkness, would approach the cage with a twisted sense of delight.

Their voice, dripping with sadistic glee, taunted Whumpee.

"Such a charming addition to my collection you make," Whumper would jeer, their words a haunting echo in the chamber's solitude, adding "You've adapted quite well to your new role my little pet."

And during the rare moments of reprieve, when Whumper permitted Whumpee to return to their human form, there was a deceptive relief.

As Whumpee unfolded their limbs, their joints protested, their muscles screamed, and their entire body throbbed with the relentless ache of prolonged confinement.

Tears welled in their eyes, but they dared not show weakness before their captor.

The chamber bore witness to this relentless cycle, It was a place devoid of peace, where despair hung in the air like a heavy vale.

Whumpee clung desperately to a flicker of hope, a burning determination deep within, yearning for the day when they could turn the tables on the sadistic Whumper and bring an end to this never-ending nightmare.

#captivity tw #imprisonment tw #dehumanization tw #pet whump #vampire whump #supernatural whump #vampire whumpee #whump scenarios #whump scenario #captivity whump #vampiric whump #vampire #whump ideas #whump idea #whump inspiration #whump prompt #whump thoughts #whump community #whump blog

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stoic-whumpee · 2 years

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Prompt #89

A Rogue character who is always used as a scapegoat for their team's petty crimes. The team don't even bother rescuing them, knowing they can always break out on their own. The Rogue doesn't protest because they have nowhere else to go and no one else to be with, but they feel used by the way they are treated. The team doesn't really care much about them, and some even actively avoid them because they think Rogues are untrustworthy.

One day, the Rogue gets arrested again for something the team steals. This time, however, they are put into a highly secured prison, one that they cannot escape. They sit in their cell, chained to the wall and awaiting their execution, knowing no one would come and save them.

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #team dynamics #bad team dynamics #abandonment #falsely accused #scapegoat #imprisonment #execution #betrayal #emotional whump #outcast whumpee #rouge whumpee #dnd whump #r prompts

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jordanstrophe · 4 months

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A dangerous whumpee, imprisoned in a cell designed to be inescapable. Whumper glanced through the bars to see whumpee draped comfortably a chair fiddling with their phone.

"-Why do they have their phone?!" Whumper snapped at their henchmen.

"We couldn't get close enough to search them, and we can't go in there without breaching containment."

"Are you kidding me, they could be calling for help!" Whumper barked.

"I'm playing crossy road. I don't have cell service and your wifi sucks." Whumpee said without looking from their phone.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whumper prompt #kidnapped whumpee #imprisoned whumpee #captivity whump #whump humor #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump scenario #strong whumpee #whump dialog

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whump3000 · 1 year

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Whumpee who befriends the rats that live in their cell, sharing little morsels of their food with them, even when they don’t have a lot to give. They name the little creatures, watch them grow up and slowly venture outside. Whumpee who picks up the rats and gives them little pets. Whumpee who can’t help but feel jealous that even the rats in their cell are living a better life than they are.

#whump #whumpee #imprisonment #rats #whump thoughts #whump scenario #whump writing #whump ideas #whump blog

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whump-bunny · 3 months

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A Choice To Make

CW: Restraints, Drugged Whumpee, Imprisonment, Threats, 15 year old whumpee, whumper is his dad, technically post-apocalypse, human weapon

Synopsis: Everyone was told that Asa was unwell, that he's crazy, and that Adam is treating him with the utmost care. But Bella believes otherwise. So she goes to find Asa herself.

She creaks the door open, waiting for the inevitable alarm or siren. But somehow, the silence is even more disconcerting. There, sitting in a chair at the center of the room, is Asa.

From a distance, he looks like less of a human and more of a doll. His black hair falls limply over his face, head lolled down to his chest. His arms and legs seem to dangle from his frame like pipe cleaners, held in place by metal restraints. Restraints that are wholly unnecessary, given his physical state, and must only be there to prove a point.

Bella swallows as she approaches. Her footsteps sound like gunshots in the quiet of the cell. And yet, Asa does not lift his head. Up close, the reason why is obvious. An IV, sharp and glaring, protrudes from the back of his hand. Bella follows the line with her eyes to the bag of clear liquid hanging on a hook above him.

Then she looks back to him, to the boy that she so quickly dismissed. To the boy who was right about Adam all along. With a trembling hand, she nudges Asa’s head up to see his face, expecting to find him fast asleep.

Big brown eyes are staring back at her, hazy and unseeing.

“Jesus Christ…”

Adam did this. Adam turned his own son into a weapon. And when that weapon stopped being useful, he left him here. Restrained, drugged, and so utterly alone. Bella has never been a very emotional girl… but this just might be enough to make her cry. That is, until her sorrow is quickly replaced by rage.

With a huff, Bella rips out Asa’s IV. Golden blood pours out behind it. Bella swears, scanning the room for a bandage, some gauze, paper towel, even. But the cell is as barren as it is tiny. Finally, with a groan, Bella uses her shirt to apply pressure to the wound. It isn't without difficulty. Asa’s blood seeps into her clothes, making her look like she's been gilded. But eventually, the bleeding comes to a stop, and Bella breathes a sigh of relief. All the while, Asa’s enhanced metabolism fights off the remaining drugs.

“Hnn…” He groans. Bella puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Asa… you alright?”

He moves at a snail’s pace, but sure enough, he lifts his head, blinking in the synthetic light. His eyes land on her. For a moment, there's no recognition, but his mouth forms the word.

“B… Bella?” He whispers.

Bella tries for a smile, but it probably comes out more like a grimace. “Hey, Asa.”

Asa swallows several times, probably buying time for his brain to come back online. Finally, the haze in his eyes seems to clear up completely. He looks at Bella with an awareness that wasn't there before.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, suddenly very serious.

Bella opens her mouth to answer, but finds she doesn't have one. What is she doing here? Asa isn't exactly her friend. She should be in her room, playing video games, drinking coffee, sucking up to Adam when she wants something. But here she is, potentially getting into huge trouble just to talk to a boy she can't stand.

And then she remembers what she saw. The pillars of fire with golden smoke. The news reports of people dying on the streets, before the news went utterly silent. She remembers Adam's cold grin, looking out to the wreckage he had caused. And she remembers what Asa said, all those months ago.

He's not going to save the world, he's going to destroy it. And he's gonna use me to do it. You have to help me.

You have to help me…

He tried to warn everyone, but they didn't listen. Bella didn't listen. She was too blinded by Adam’s mask, his kindly, generous disguise. And now it's too late. As much as Bella hates it, she can't help but feel a crushing guilt.

Maybe that's why she's here.

“I… I was just-” she stutters, lamely. Reaching for a plausible excuse. But luckily, Asa cuts her off.

“How long have I been down here?"

The question catches Bella off guard, but she's thankful for the distraction. She thinks back to the last time she saw Asa, kicking and screaming as Adam dragged him to the basement.

“About two months, I think.”

Asa doesn't seem shocked by that. Just resigned.

“Oh.” He says. An awkward silence falls over the two. Until Asa gasps, meeting Bella’s gaze with renewed intensity. “My dad- the- the serum! Did he do it? Did he release it on the world?”

Bella considers lying, but decides against it. Asa’s already in a cell, the least she can do is be honest with him.

“Yeah… yeah, he did.”

Asa falls silent at that, but the expression on his face makes it obvious what he's thinking. It's all my fault.

“How many…” Asa falters. He can't bring himself to ask. He doesn't need to. Bella knows.

“He released it on the day he locked you down here. Since then… about 80% of the world population has died.” She tells him, trying not to think too hard about the scale of that number. About the children waking up to find their parents cold and unmoving, about the airplanes that fell out of the sky, about the fear and confusion permeating the whole world. Instead, she looks back at Asa and really takes him in. He looks so small in his chair, so… defeated. Like the only thing keeping him from crying is the fact that he has no more tears left to shed. The fact that someone as pathetic as him is technically the cause of the end of the world would be laughable in any other context. But now Bella feels only pity.

“I’m sorry-” She starts, but Asa cuts her off.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He says, with a startling amount of intensity.

Bella can’t help but be slightly offended. “I came here to visit you, asshole. I didn’t need to come here.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Asa insists, “Dad comes down here every once in a while to feed me. You can’t let him see you.”

Bella bristles, realizing that the feisty and stubborn boy she knew is long gone. Maybe he’s even more of a doll than she thought.

“He can’t just keep you down here like this, drugged to hell and back. Maybe I can talk to him-”

Asa pales, “No, please don’t. Don’t let him know you saw me. Just go.”

“He’s your father-”

“HE’S A MONSTER!"

Bella falls quiet. They both do.

Asa is the one who breaks the silence.

“Please, Bella… just forget about me. Don’t come back down here. It’s not worth getting on his bad side.” He starts to tear up. “I can’t… I can’t handle anyone else getting hurt because of me.”

Once again, guilt rises to the surface of Bella’s chest. She swallows it down.

“O-okay… I’ll go.” She says. And for the first time since she’d met him, Asa smiles.

“Thank you.”

Bella turns to go, but a thought occurs. “Wait, what about your IV? He’ll notice it’s out.”

“It’s fine, I manage to rip it out all the time. He’ll blame me.”

“But won’t you get in trouble?” Bella frowns.

Asa shakes his head, “I’m already sitting in a cell. He can’t do much worse.” He laughs. It's the kind of humorless, dry laugh that Bella would associate with a war vet, not a 15 year old boy.

“Now go,” Asa says, smile fading as quickly as it came. “Get out of here before he notices you're gone.”

Bella doesn't wait to be told again. Her mind is racing as she sneaks back up the stairs and through the halls of Adam’s compound. How can she continue on as normal, knowing that Asa’s deep underground, a plaything to a mad man? But more than that, how can she keep what she knows a secret? Every day, more and more refugees of the apocalypse seek shelter in Adam’s vast commune. They worship Adam like a king… like a god. But if they knew the truth about Adam, about Asa, about everything, they would revolt.

She slows down as she arrives at the courtyard, and one thing becomes clear.

…She has to tell them. They can't go on believing that Adam has their best interest in mind. If he'll do something this horrible to his son, then none of them stand a chance. She has to warn the others before it's too late.

Thoughts of revolution and chaos dance around Bella’s head, pulling her attention away from her surroundings. That is until she all but collides with the very person she's plotting against.

Adam steadies her shoulders with firm hands, “Woah, watch where you're going.” He chuckles.

His suit is pressed creaseless and his hair is groomed to perfection, as always. Bella has long thought he more closely resembles a mannequin than a human. If Asa is a doll, then clearly this is where he gets it from.

“A-Adam!” Bella balks, heart and mind racing. “I'm sorry, I was just…” She trails off. Normally, she'd whip out an excuse from the tip of her tongue, lying with all the ease of a practiced politician. But it seems the day’s events have left her brain scrambled.

Adam looks her up and down with an unreadable expression. It's not unusual for him, and yet Bella can't help but feel like the word GUILTY is written on her forehead. She needs to escape his scrutiny and fast. Before she buckles completely.

Luckily, Adam clears his throat and offers his own change of subject. “So, what have you been up to?”

“O-oh, y'know, just hanging out. Taking a walk.” Bella smiles weakly. Adam replies with a smile of his own.

“Of course, of course. It's a beautiful day.” He gestures to the wide expanse of greenery within the courtyard. Looking out at the clear blue sky, the birds flapping their wings in the distance, it's almost like nothing's changed. Like just beyond the compound walls, people aren't dying by the thousands.

“Yeah…” Bella says, taking a step back. “Anyway, I'd like to continue my walk if it's all the same to you.”

“Oh yes, excuse me.” Adam nods, and Bella takes that as her sign to get the hell out of dodge.

She begins to speed walk in the opposite direction. Is it her brightest moment? No, it's not. But right now she couldn't care less about appearing “tough.” All that matters is getting to the others, telling them the truth, and figuring out a way to bring a stop to Adam once and for all.

She only gets a few steps away before Adam calls out behind her.

“Oh, Bella?”

She freezes.

“Y-yes?” She asks, turning slowly. Adam’s golden eyes seem to pierce directly into her soul. He smiles.

“If you’re going to lie to me, at least wash your shirt first.”

Time slows. The birds stop chirping. Her heart stops. She looks down, and to her horror, she sees Asa's shining, golden blood staining her shirt. In her hurry to leave, she'd completely forgotten about it.

When she looks back up, eyes wide, Adam is towering over her. Smile gone, replaced by a scowl.

“I- I didn’t-” Bella stammers, trying to come up with some sort of lie, but Adam silences her with a hand on her shoulder. He squeezes tight enough to leave a bruise.

“Save it.” He says. Bella’s mouth snaps shut. He stares into her eyes for a moment, as if looking for something. Before finally letting out a sigh. “I’m curious. Why risk your position here for a boy you hardly know?”

Once again, Bella wracks her brain for an answer. Why? Why did she do it? Guilt yes, but there has to be something more. And then it hits her.

“You need to be stopped.” She whispers, voice weaker than she'd intended it to be. Adam hears her all the same. He tilts his head.

“Stop me? Why would you want that?”

Still playing the hero of humanity, even now. Even when his hands are drenched in blood, he claims to be a savior. Bella would be offended that he's still putting on an act, but it's clear that Adam truly believes in what he's saying. That's what makes him dangerous.

Bella glares, “He… Asa was right about you… every word.”

The hand on her shoulder tightens to a painful degree.

“Well, now you know what happens to people who are right about me. They end up underground, where no one can hear them scream.” Bella's eyes dart to the entrance of the basement, where Asa is sitting in his cell, alone and miserable.

“So is that what you want? To be right? Or do you want to keep living in this paradise I’ve created? With everyone else who’s wrong. The choice is yours.” Adam pauses, giving her time to think.

And Bella does think. She thinks about Asa, about what he'd choose. But in the end, it doesn't really matter what he chose, does it? He stood by his ideals and paid for it with his life. Sure, he's not dead. But the life he's living is no life at all.

All Bella wants… all she's ever wanted is to be happy. So the question is, can she be happy living a lie? In a paradise built by blood? Can she be happy walking in the sun while Asa rots underground? She's not sure. But she's sure of one thing.

She wants the chance to find out.

She nods, lowering her head. Adam removes his hand for a shoulder with one final squeeze.

“Go near Asa again, and you'll end up in the cell next door. Got it?” He says, and Bella doesn't doubt that he means it. She nods once more.

Adam’s smile returns, as if it never left.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

Then he walks past, whistling a happy tune, leaving Bella to think about what she's done.

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