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seetheothersideofparadise · 1 year

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An Unfair Transaction: Possession

Ended up messing around with some picrews and accidentally came up with a new series in the process! I’ll show the aforementioned picrew pics later, for now, let’s get started!

Tags for this part: POV Whumpee, Kidnapping, Restraints (Rope), Gags, Brief Use of Needles, Drugged, Stuck In A Trunk, Sadistic Whumpers, Multiple Whumpers (2), Romantic Couple Whumpers, One Whumpee, Stalking, Obsessive and Possessive Behavior, A bit of Dehumanization, Scared Whumpee

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Atticus had a pretty predictable routine, but a reliable one nonetheless.

His job was nothing flashy, just an accountant at a trading firm. He was one of dozens of office workers and wasn’t really interested in socializing, mostly sticking to his work. He was a good worker, always finishing things on time and usually early, but he was aware he wasn’t anyone worth noting. Maybe he’d get a raise if he persisted, but never a higher position.

Atticus woke up every morning, cooked whatever he was feeling up to and idly played puzzle games on his phone. He then went to work early, staying as long as they would have him, then he would take the bus back to his apartment, cook something nice for dinner and maybe watch a few game shows on the TV while he ate, then went to bed. Day in, day out, rarely straying from his routine.

It was a little dull at times, sure, but it was comfortable enough. Predictable and safe, no need to worry about any drama. He didn’t have other people in his life and that was by design.

That day had not been any more unusual than the rest. He made himself toast with jam and a glass of orange juice. He played sudoku on his phone until it was time to leave. Work had gone by in a flash, with Atticus losing himself in the work until it was late, only noticing at all because someone pointed it out to him. He bid a polite goodbye to the secretary and security guard when he passed them on his way out, the only people he had really interacted with enough to properly to get a warm goodbye back, and stepped out into the cool night.

When Atticus has boarded his usual bus, he had been thinking about the leftover rice in the fridge and how he could easily turn it into fried rice. He didn’t question who had been getting on and off, because there was no need to pay attention to such things in the big city. He didn’t notice how the person sitting four seats behind him had an intense gaze that had locked onto him the second he sat down. He didn’t even look up, not until his stop was called out and he swiftly pocketed his phone to leave.

His stop was a block off from his apartment complex so he took the walk in stride. It was cold out, but his work suit kept him warm enough that it didn’t really bother him. Atticus just adjusted his glasses and made his way down his usual route, the street lamps illuminating the way.

Absentmindedly, Atticus could hear footsteps behind his, but didn’t think to pay any mind. It was a busy city, even if the particular street he was on was barren. It did catch his attention a bit when the footsteps sped up, but Atticus had just side stepped, figuring whoever it was would be in a big enough hurry that they would just speed on by.

Instead, just as he was passing by an alleyway, they slammed into him from behind. With the wind knocked out of him, Atticus chokes, stumbling further into the alleyway and doesn’t get enough time to recover, much less process what had happened. They act too quickly, harshly pushing him into the brick wall and pinning him there with a practiced ease as if they had done so dozens of times before.

One hand presses against his mouth, gagging him. The second produces a needle from seemingly nowhere. Atticus’ heart pounds with terror and confusion, attempting to struggle from his captor but they were stronger, holding him there without budging.

His captor hushes him with a grin that’s wide and almost excited. The needle goes in his neck with a pinch and the containments are pushed into, causing him to freeze. It’s pulled out only when the damage is done and pocketed, out of sight just as quickly as it came. The shock finally stops hindering him and Atticus attempts to shout through the hand on his mouth. It only clamps down harder, more painfully, and the pained noise that escapes him is muffled.

Atticus tries to fight back and escape but whatever was put in his bloodstream acts quickly. He feels sluggish within thirty seconds, then his knees threaten to buckle after a minute. He tries to make another sound but it comes out pitifully, breathy and barely a sound at all. His captor chuckles, his grip letting up but still firm. Stronger than Atticus is, especially now.

“There we go.” His captor murmurs, petting his hair when Atticus is forced to lean on him in order not to fall. “That’s better— less hassle, right? Just a bit sleepy.”

Atticus struggles to keep his eyes open. He tries to speak but it comes out a whisper and abruptly, the hand in his hair tightens. His head is pulled up as his captor tugs at his hair and forces him to meet his expectant eyes. They’re blue eyes— bright blue eyes, he thinks sluggishly— and Atticus feels his limbs tremble with effort, trying to stay upright.

“Hm?” His captor asks, tilting his head. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

In Atticus’ second attempt at speaking, he can’t get a single word out. It’s just a heavy exhale as he struggles against what has to be some sort of drug in his system. He’s never touched the stuff but he’s pretty sure this one is out of the ordinary.

“Oh well.” His captor sighs, rolling his eyes as if it’s a comical thing to happen. “Guess I’ll get to talk to you later, hm? You’re looking awfully tired.”

In one last fleeting attempt, Atticus tries to struggle out of his captor’s grip. His captor just laughs, and to his surprise, lets go completely. However Atticus just drops to the ground, as heavy as a stone, and then finds it hard to move at all. His captor just keeps laughing as it all goes dark.

Then, just before Atticus falls unconscious, he hears him say, “Let’s get you to your new home already, hm?”

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When Atticus comes to again, it’s pitch black.

The grogginess sticks to him, making it hard to so much as think, much less move. He’s restricted from moving but struggles to process why. He can’t see a thing and the ground is… Fuzzy? Uncomfortable too. And shaking. He doesn’t understand it. He can’t remember how he got here, or why there’s fabric in his mouth.

Atticus lays there for a while, waiting for something to make sense and slowly blinking, adjusting to the darkness. Thankfully still has his glasses on, even if there isn’t much to see at that moment. He shifts, trying to get comfortable as feeling slowly returns to him, and finally realizes why he can’t move. He wiggles to get a good view, squinting in the darkness. It hits him like a truck once he knows for certain.

Rope. It’s rope that’s restricting him— tied tightly around his wrists, waist, and legs. His wrists are bound together as well as to his back, unable to move an inch. His legs are bound in two different places, around his knees and ankles respectively. He struggles against it, panic hitting fast and hard, but whoever tied the knots knew what they were doing. The rope is tough too— he would need something sharp to cut it with and he doesn’t have that.

His breathing picks up, causing a second realization to hit him that there’s a cloth tied around his mouth, gagging him. It only makes him struggle tenfold, and even if the odds are slim, Atticus tries thrashing as hard as he can to find a weakness in the knot. He starts screaming for help as hard as he can, even if it’s muffled. And when there’s a sudden bump, causing him to jostle, the last piece of the puzzle clicks into place.

He’s in a trunk.

That guy in the alley drugged him, tied him up, then threw him in a trunk, and is taking him somewhere.

He’s being kidnapped. The drugs are finally cleared from his head and panic overtakes it. Atticus is being kidnapped and he doesn’t have the slightest idea why. He’s not rich, he’s estranged from his family and they’re not important enough to get him kidnapped either and— no matter how he spins it, Atticus doesn’t understand why this is happening to him of all people. What they would have to gain from him in the first place.

His heart pounds, panic clawing at his throat as he wiggles and struggles. The rope doesn’t loosen in the slightest and it scratches against his skin. His breaths come in quick and breathy, struggling to keep up and his whole body starts trembling against his will.

Minutes tick by as he struggles. Then suddenly, Atticus feels the call slow down and come to a stop before parking. A car door opens and he hears someone step onto gravel and make their way over to the trunk. Over to him.

With a click, the trunk pops open. It’s still dark out but there’s more light than the trunk had, and Atticus blinks wearily, craning his head to stare up at a familiar face.

His captor— the same one from the alleyway— grins back at him with those same bright, blue eyes. He can see now that his hair is blonde, just long enough to tie back into a low hanging bun. He wears a long sleeve, red shirt and a white sweater vest over it. The second he sees him, he grins, and Atticus feels his stomach drop from the sight of it.

“There you are.” He says breathlessly, taking in Atticus like he’s a work of art. “You’re even better when you’re awake. Look at those eyes— oh, I hit the jackpot.” He laughs a little, and Atticus swallows thickly.

“I gotta show Lillian— stay right where you are, don’t go anywhere!” He tells him with a grin, then laughs at his own sick joke and jogs out of sight.

Atticus can’t see much from where he lays in the trunk but the sight of tall trees only makes him feel sicker. He’s not in the city, that much is for certain. He doesn’t know where he is— the sky is much darker than before, meaning it’s probably past midnight by now. They had to have been driving for hours.

Seeing the outside world makes him struggle against the ropes again. There’s no way he can get out of the trunk in his state but he tries— he has to— and when the footsteps return, Atticus’ chest clenches.

“You’re walking too slow.” The first voice— the guy from before— whines.

Someone else huffs. “You’re so impatient, Jasper. It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

Atticus gives one last struggling attempt just before shadows are cast over him and he fearfully looks up. There’s two of them now: the man from before— who might be named ‘Jasper’?— and a woman, who is likely ‘Lillian’ in this case. She’s got light brown hair, light yet piercing green eyes, and wears a white long sleeve shirt with a dark red apron. Her eyes trail over Atticus in an appraising manner, like she’s deciding if he’s worth her time, and Atticus tries not to squirm. He fails when her mouth tips upwards.

“So this is the guy you’ve been so obsessed with…” Lillian muses, and Atticus freezes at her words. “I thought you were just restless and looking to latch onto the first person you saw but… I don’t know what it is but I see it.”

“Told you.” Jasper shoots her a smug look. “All that prep is gonna be worth it— he’s ours.”

Lillian doesn’t respond verbally, only smiling and never once taking her half lidded eyes off of Atticus. When Jasper’s attention turns back to him, combined weight of both their gazes causes dread to pool in Atticus’ stomach.

They look interested. Hungry even. For what, Atticus doesn’t know, and it terrifies him.

“Welcome home.” Jasper tells him, flashing a threateningly toothy grin his way. “You’re gonna make things so much more interesting.”

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Basically,

Atticus: *Is just a regular, if kinda boring dude*

Jasper and Lillian: hooooly shit I NEED to see this guy bleed. obsessed with this guy. shut up this is the only thing I’m gonna be talking about.

And that’s all for now! I became obsessed with the idea of a Whumper Couple and just had to try my hand at it. There is more to come, Atticus’ life is about to get a lot more unpredictable :)

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