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whump-queen · 2 years

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How to get a vampire to stop biting

Seth makes a new friend :)

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This is an excerpt from a collab with @whumpsday and @whumpshaped, so characters include Kane (@whumpsday’s OC), Seth & Pumpkin (@whumpshaped’s OCs), and Silas (my OC, wip art here).

(CONTENT WARNING: extreme gore, skinning the face, broken jaw, facial mutilation, ripping skin off, intermittent use of “it” pronouns (derogatory). DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat - I’m not kidding, this is probably the bloodiest thing I’ve ever posted here)

Kane whines behind the muzzle when he sees Seth grab the silver chain, clasping his hands together and shaking his head desperately. He points to himself and then pointedly at the spot he's sitting, tensing up. Trying to communicate, ‘I'll stay still.’

Seth stops for a moment, looking at Silas. "Well? Should we just trust it? I mean, you've already trusted in once and it got you bitten, so I don't know."

"No way. Chain the damn thing up, will you?"

Seth grins. "Your wish is my command, good sir." He chains Kane up, rougher than necessary. Tighter than necessary.

Kane screams behind the muzzle as the silver chain grills into him, searing his body everywhere it touches. He sobs at the sharp increase in pain. Everything burns.

"Perfect," Silas bends down and unbuckles the silver muzzle, peeling it away from the skin it had fuzed to in the time it had stayed strapped to the vampire's face, burning away, leaving a horrible, bloody mess in its wake.

"Aww," Silas coos at Kane, "Don't you look so pretty for us, leech," aware that Kane still can’t hear anything through those silver nails Silas had hammered into his ears, and still not caring.

Kane cries out again at the agonizing removal of the muzzle, though he's relieved to have it off. "Th-thank you, sir." he whispers to Silas, very tentative about speaking, terrified that he'll put the muzzle back on.

Silas is beyond amused that the vampire would thank him, not knowing what's about to happen.

He bends down and opens the clamp, and fits it in between Kane's blood-soaked teeth. Kane's jaws are forced open as Silas slowly begins to turn the knob on the side of the metal tool, gradually pushing his jaws wider and wider apart, taking his sweet time to let the confusion and anticipation fully soak in.

It’s at this point that Seth pulls out his phone and starts recording. This is new and fun and exciting, he needs to capture it.

Kane quickly realizes what's about to happen to him, his heart races with dread. He sobs around the intrusion in his mouth, looking up at Silas with desperate, pleading eyes as he whimpers.

“Oh, the leech looks so nice when it’s eyes look at me like that, I’d never get tired of this—so terrified, so desperate…” He continues to turn the knob that stretches the clamp wider and wider, until it’s clear he’s hit a limit with the vampire’s jaw, as its eyes snap open wide and it starts making the most beautiful noises. Silas keeps turning until he hears a loud snap followed by a terrible scream.

Kane heaves ragged breaths as he winces from the pain of his broken jaw. It's not as bad as the silver burning into him, but it's still horrible. He's also now back to being unable to speak.

With Kane’s jaw freshly broken, Silas untwists and removes the clamp, and, mesmerized by the way the vampire’s mouth hangs open limply, starts running his fingers along his fangs.

“Aww you wanted to bite me didn’t you, leech?” He grabs ahold of Kane’s lower lip, playing with the way his mouth opens and closes with the smallest nudge, completely slack. “Go ahead and bite me then.”

Silas laughs at the complete lack of muscle control Kane now has over his own mouth, “You know Seth, I’d say it’d be fun to play with its mouth a little more in this state,” he looks right up into the camera of Seth’s phone and smiles,”but I know we’re just getting to the fun part.“

Silas reaches for his belt and pulls out that dreaded serrated knife, which was quickly becoming Silas’ favorite tool of the day’s activities. He holds Kane’s mouth open with one hand and presses the teeth of the blade against the inner corner of Kane’s mouth. Then, ever so slowly, he begins to saw back and forth up through his cheek, savoring every rip of each bit of flesh and the snap of each bit of sinew that caves and tears under the jagged teeth of the knife.

With one side of Kane’s face completely mutilated, he completes the same pattern on the other side, sawing through tissue up until he hits the point where the two sides of Kane’s jaws connect, where his neck and ear meet.

Silas releases a contented hum as he places the blood soaked knife onto Kane’s heaving chest. As if to prove a point, even just to himself, he grips the flaps of now separated skin at the base of either of Kane’s ears and begins to tear the skin and tissue of his lower cheeks downward towards the chin, exposing all of Kane’s lower teeth amid a red layer of muscle and blood vessels.

Kane tries to stay still and good through the horrible event, scream after scream torn from his throat. Everything hurts, from his jaw to his ears to the silver chain still wrapped around his body. But he knows that at least he will heal from this, Pumpkin's fingers won't grow back.

And poor Pumpkin, who knows what's happening, is hellbent on trying to muffle their sounds. They don't dare look. They're terrified that at one point, they'll have to, they'll have to face what those two did to their friend.

The skin of Kane’s face hits a bit of a stopping point as Silas has yet to sever one last line through Kane’s face—but he’d wanted to see how far he could get it to rip first, before using the knife to finish the job.

The tissue is bound more firmly once he reaches the base of the jaw bone, and a few threads and patches of tissue still had yet to be severed. Picking up the knife once more, he carefully carves each part away from the bone, and at last, hands drenched in blood, Silas holds up all of the skin that once lined Kane’s lower face and jaw.

He looks up at where Seth is filming, positively beaming, “and would you look at that, we got it all in one piece.”

Seth can’t stop laughing, in utter disbelief as the show goes on, both at how gross this is and how much Silas is clearly enjoying this. This will make him a pretty penny later.

But there’s still one more step, the bone itself will have to be separated from the rest of the skull. With the skin out of the way and the two joints dislocated, all that remains are a few tendons holding the bone in place.

Silas feels his adrenaline spike to yet a higher pitch, but before he can begin, he realizes he’ll need his hands free. “Hey leech, hold this for me, would you?” And places the skin he’s holding tissue-side down, over Kane’s eyes and nose.

And with that, he’s taken the knife up yet again, sawing through the last few tendons and bits of tissue before gripping Kane’s bottom jaw and teeth with his other hand and ripping the whole thing clean off with a terrible wet snap and yet another splattering of blood.

And Kane is so relieved when Silas finally rips the damn thing off of him. He hangs his head, panting with agony as he continues to burn, body wracked with sobs.

Silas is panting now,—his hands, arms, torso and face covered in Kane’s blood—his chest is heaving, his head positively spinning, feeling practically high as he holds Kane’s severed, skinned jawbone up for Seth’s camera.

“And that’s how you keep vampires from biting,” he says between panted, heavy breaths, and stifled laughter. “I do hope you enjoyed the show,” he says, winking at the camera, knowing that, given his state now, the gesture looks anything but charming.

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(so obviously I’m not a doctor and have no clue how the human jaw works so uhh just suspend disbelief with me ok)

I’m gonna tag you @brutal-nemesis cuz you might appreciate this for its sheer depravity, but lmk if you don’t wanna be tagged :)

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #3

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content: vampire whumpee, torture, gore, burns, captivity, begging, death wish

@whumptober Day 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” / Solitary Confinement / “Make it stop.”

takes place during section four of chapter 15, Hunger, when the hunters leave Kane outside for a week.

The sun finally, finally set. Kane was used to having little idea of how much time was passing, but he was excruciatingly aware of it now. Day two of his punishment done.

See you in a week.

Five more to go.

For now, he had the night. It didn’t help much, not anywhere close to enough time for his broken body to heal the deep burns traversing his whole body, but at least he wasn’t actively burning under the sun anymore. The silver of his restraints barely registered against the giant mass of charred flesh his body had become.

His face melted together, his eyelids and lips each sealed shut. He could not stare wistfully at the night sky offering him a moment of refuge, nor could he cry out for mercy. There was no one he could call out to, anyway.

He’d never hurt more than he hurt right now. They’d never left him out for two days before. Kane had no idea how he was going to survive a whole week. He wished he wouldn’t. He wished he would die, could die.

But he couldn’t. He had to keep going, taking all the pain the hunters decided to hoist onto him, no other option available.

The night felt as short as the day felt long. Kane needed more time than it gave him, but despite his desperation, the sun rose come morning. He tried to scream as it licked his mangled skin once more, the sound caught in his sealed-shut mouth.

Make it stop! Please, please, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, please let me back inside!

No one came.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #like crying out in empty rooms with no one there except the moon #solitary confinement #make it stop #oc #fic #gore #death wish #torture #burns #captivity #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whump bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #begging

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toewsie19 · 10 days

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this happens once every few lifetimes

#jonathan toews #patrick kane #toews #kane #1988 #chicago blackhawks #blackhawks #hawks #taylor swift #the alchemy #the tortured poets department #ttpd

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swiftreader1989 · 9 days

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grayson if he stumbles upon the prophecy (ttpd)

#ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift #grayson hawthorne #the inheritance games #the grandest game #lyra kane #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #phone girl #avery grambs

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sakurastark · 9 days

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She is a batfam stan just like me 🤭

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levmada · 3 months

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levis last character arc isn't killing zeke, it's trying not to cry post thunderspear explosion (or working himself up to it, probably)

#reading ch132 is a torture method in guantanamo bay #kane reads #aot #levi aot

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samxid · 4 months

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guess who remembered how to use PowerPoint!

#amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc pomni #pomni #cain when he runs out of ideas on how to torture pomni #bottom text #meme #tadc meme #i meant caine #kane? idkaine

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fearsmagazine · 5 months

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THEY TURNED US INTO KILLERS | Trailer & Poster

A girl named Karma is drugged and assaulted by her boyfriend, BJ, which leads to her tragically committing suicide. Prior to this devastating event, she writes a letter to her best friend, Star, detailing the horrific events that unfolded that fateful night. Determined to seek revenge against those responsible, Star then hunts down BJ and his brothers, and begins to torture them one by one, while reading to them Karma's suicide letter, before taking each of their lives.

Directed and written by Thomas Walton, the film stars Scout Taylor-Compton, Taryn Manning, Kane Hodder, Brian Anthony Wilson, Michael Berryman, Lauren Francesca, Bryce Draper, Brandon Irons, Maritza Brikisak, and Xander Goldman.

Gravitas Ventures will release THEY TURNED US INTO KILLERS on Jan. 9th, 2024, on VOD and it can be pre-ordered now on Apple TV.

#youtube #film news #movie news #THEY TURNED US INTO KILLERS #thomas walton #gravitas ventures #scout taylor-compton #kane hodder #michael berryman #horror #thriller #torture

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 1 year

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ugh whenever i listen to miles’s coup de grace album i just want to give him the biggest hug

#no one can convince me that album isn’t about alex #it does not help if i then listen to the ultracheese #but i still do it because i like to torture myself that way #🙃#milex #miles kane #alex turner #tlsp #lulu posts

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whimsyprinx · 1 year

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my desire to make more dnd characters vs the fact that I’m in no campaigns and don’t know when or if I’ll be in a campaign are fighting

#whimsy whispers #I was in the one campaign that I left and like #I am particular about people in that I don’t like people so if I were to play in a campaign ideally it would be with people I know and like #because i also do not feel all that comfortable playing with strangers #I have a few irls who play or want to but they’re in too many campaigns or are people I don’t want to play with #example being: my roommate kane plays dnd but has several campaigns they’re in #their dad them their sister me and my irl have played dnd together before (very loosely calling it dnd)#I would not play with that group of people again namely their dad who dmed #the only person from that group who had any dnd experience was kane #their dad was just A Lot and went out of his way to hurt and torture out characters and I didn’t vibe with that like please we don’t have to #get hurt to the point of newr death every four minutes just kill me #all the friends I have who play dnd also have far too many campaigns they’re in rn or just don’t live where I do and don’t prefer online #campaigns and I’ve been invited to play one campaign by a mutual and I’ve been added to the server (hi if you see this 💖)#I just am ;-; about new people and playing with new people #the first legit campaign I played was with people I did not know and while I’m friends with them now (though rsd says otherwise) I was very #like uncomfortable and uncertain of if I was playing properly or annoying them and tbh I stayed that way up until I left the campaign for #realsies #uhhh anyways I like dnd a lot it’s very fun and I miss playing it and like making dnd characters #but I have too many also #and I’m not creative enough to make them normal ocs I can hardly do anything with my actual original characters and stories I can’t just #make up a whole new story for the characters and I don’t do well at repurposing characters either

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whump-queen · 2 years

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Tongue whump concept

Pierce their tongue and chain it to the ground or to a wall <3

Made this for @whumpsday when I pierced Kane’s tongue with a silver ring during an rp

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whumpsday · 11 months

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Kane & Jim #51: Locked In

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content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, torture, begging, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumpers, claustrophobia, trapped in small container, burns (lots!), death wish / suicidal ideation, starvation, weight loss due to starvation, brief mention of being mocked for weight loss, brief mention of vivisection/gore

i know i said #51 would be present arc big plot thing but i just got hit with inspo for this so that'll be #52. i just needed to grab kane and shake him around a little like my own personal stress ball.

Kane used to pace his cell sometimes, back in the early days. There wasn't much else to do. But he'd grown far too tired in the months or years since, crumbling to his knees from exhaustion after only a minute or two of circling now that he was caged in this starved, failing body.

So he just sat in the corner. His corner, the one in the back that was furthest from the stairs. He sat huddled in a little ball, like he had any ability to protect himself from whatever anyone wanted to do to him, and waited for the next one.

Kane sometimes fantasized that they would just stop coming down one day, leave him here alone. That he would be allowed to heal in peace, the only pain left the inescapable hunger, and he could live out the rest of his nights in peace. Even if he was trapped and starving and alone, it would be so much better than this.

But sure enough, he eventually heard hunters approaching, as they always did. He pressed himself back against the wall, following the useless instinct that told him to protect himself, to put as much distance as he could between him and danger, even if it was just a centimeter more.

THUNK.

Kane let out a gasp at the sound, heavy metal on concrete stairs. The most dreaded thing he could possibly hear, a telltale sign of the board. The board didn't always mean the sun, but it always meant something awful. If he was lucky, he'd just be cut open, silver dragging and burning through vulnerable innards that were never supposed to be seen at all.

If he was lucky, that was. And Kane was almost never lucky.

As the sound of the hunters dragging the thing down the stairs drew closer, Kane realized this wasn't the board. He'd lost almost everything in this place, but not his keen hearing. This was different. It sounded different. Heavier.

A new board, maybe? But the hunters already complained about the weight of the board, occasionally mocking him for how little he added to it as there grew to be less and less of him, skin sticking to bone. Why would they make it heavier?

"This thing's way too fucking heavy," one complained distantly.

Thunk.

"I can't believe you actually made this," another laughed.

Thunk.

"Well, we got that new batch of silver, gotta make some use of it. Not like we can't just melt it down again later to make something useful out of it. Might as well have a little fun first."

Thunk.

Three of them then, at least. Kane hated it when there were so many. They tended to egg each other on. If there was just one, a single hunter might concede to his begging and stop early, or go softer on him. But few of the hunters who hadn't left yet would dare to do so in front of their peers.

And whatever they had, it was silver, and it was for him. Kane whimpered, wrapping his arms around his head as wave after wave of terror rocked through him.

The sound of the stairs stopped, the delicious, horrifying smell of humans coming closer and closer. The thing, the silver thing meant for him, dragged leadenly across the floor.

Kane's heart practically stopped in his chest as the hunters finally came into view.

It was a box.

The box was small, much smaller than the board. While the board required him to stretch out and locked his wrists and ankles to the corners, exposing every inch of him, fitting inside this would require him to curl up as tightly as he could.

As small as it was, it was clearly very dense, requiring all three hunters to carry it downstairs. And though humans were physically weak as a rule, these men were clearly strong for their species. Kane was weaker than a human now. There was no way he would be getting out of this.

The box's silver gleamed menacingly, two small holes in the side of the lid and just below it giving Kane pause. Their purpose was clear: they were for a padlock to be threaded through, sealing the lid to the box with its contents trapped inside. And he was under no delusions as to what the contents would be.

Tears sprung to his eyes as he stared at the horrible thing, terror sending tremors through him. He wouldn't be able to beg himself out of this, not when they'd spent effort making this just for him. He was going in there.

One of the hunters laughed. "Look, it's shaking with excitement."

The one who'd claimed making the thing unlocked the door. "Look, leech, we got you a present. Say thank you." He waved for the others to drag it inside,

Kane just stared at him for a moment, until his fear-addled mind caught up with the order. "Thank you, sir," he choked out.

The two hunters holding the box snickered as they dropped it down in his cell, though its maker only grinned.

"Please." Kane's voice came out high-pitched and warbly as his tears started to fall, staring up at the hunter in front of him with big, watery eyes, "Please don't make me go in there, sir, please. I'll be good, I- I'm trying to be good, please!"

He felt like he was scrambling at a cliff wall, unable to get back up to where he could be okay, where he could be a person again. A person who could make choices, choose to be better than he was the day before. Kane wanted to be better. He was ready to be better. He had learned his lesson long ago.

But he wasn't allowed to change. He'd run out of chances, and now he was stuck down here, no matter how hard he tried.

The hunter crouched, eye-level with him, and grabbed him by the hair. Not pulling just yet, but his grip was firm. "Yeah, you'll be good, won't you, parasite? Tell you what. If you're real good and get in the box all on your own, we'll only keep you in there for a little bit. But if you make us shove you in there and give us a hard time about it, that'll be your new home."

The hunter turned Kane's head to face the box. "Every time we're done having our fun with you, you'll go back in the box. And when someone wants to play with you, you'll come out. And when they're done, you'll go right back in, and you'll stay nice and snug in there until someone else is ready to take their turn. Like a toy. Is that what you want?"

Kane was fully panicking by now, bright-red eyes boring into the hunter with unbridled horror.

The only respite he had left was the time he had to himself between the hunters' visits. To have his cell replaced with this- the torture would never stop. It would be all the time, twenty-four hours a day every day for his entire life, a burning that never left. He imagined being taken in from a day in the sun, and instead of being allowed to painfully recover on the floor, being stuffed into a silver box instead, grilling into already-fresh burns covering his whole body.

"NO!" he cried, clasping his hands together desperately as the other two hunters tried to hold in their tittering. "I'll do anything! Please, sir, anything, please don't! Please don't do that to me, please don't make it my n-new home, I'll be good, please!" He sobbed brokenly, unable to contain his despair.

The hunter let go of his hair and gestured to the box. "Then get in."

One of the others flipped the lid up. The inside was just as silver as the outside, not that he'd expected different.

Kane wanted to curl up in a ball and stay in his corner. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to hide. He wanted to grab a stake off the one hunter who was still wearing his gear and kill himself, though he'd never be fast enough to be successful.

But none of those things were possible. He had no choices.

"Yes, sir." Kane forced himself to his feet and walked over to it. Purposefully, without hesitation. He didn't want to be accused of stalling. The only virtue he had worth anything here was his obedience, and he would hold onto it for dear life.

The inside beckoned him, every surface ready to kiss his skin with fresh burns that would plague him for the next month, as his starved body struggled to heal.

He touched the inside of the lid with the tip of his finger, yanking it back with a whimper as it seared, just as he knew it would.

If Kane was going to do this horrible thing, fit his whole body inside, he would need a plan. It wasn't hard to think of, and not logistically difficult to execute: he needed to protect his face and the soles of his feet. The former to retain his senses, and the latter so he could walk when ordered about.

He couldn't wait any more without being considered disobedient. The three hunters watched him with amusement, but they would soon turn to prodding if he continued to stare at it.

Kane lowered himself toward the box, touching he knee to the box's center. He wailed as he laid it down, his skin sizzling under the touch of silver. He held all his weight on that knee for just a moment as he maneuvered his other leg inside, placing it beside the first so he knelt on the silver. Tears rolled freely down his face as his shins pressed against the torturous metal, his skin frying underneath him, the tips of his toes just barely kept from touching the side.

The next part was quick. He ducked down, curling into himself, his arms between his face and the box's floor while his back would face the lid. He didn't touch the backs of his arms to the bottom, not yet, not while there was still space for him to hover. The top of his head did press against the side, his malnourished, patchy hair thankfully offering minor protection from the silver surrounding him on all sides: it did burn, but not nearly as bad as his agonized legs.

All but one.

He sobbed as he burned, the feeling of silver searing against his shins unbearable. "I d-did it, sir."

"Fuck me, I didn't think it'd actually go for it," one of the hunters commented.

"That's our vamp. We've got you all trained up, huh?" asked the hunter who gave the order.

"Yes, sir," Kane sniffled, the smell of burning flesh beginning to permeate the air.

He couldn't see, facing the box's floor, but the sound he heard had limited possibilities: it had to be one of them picking up the lid.

"Don't move," the hunter told him.

Watching his tears patter to the silver floor, Kane wanted to beg again. He wanted to plead for someone, anyone to help him. He was trying his best. He just wanted it to stop.

But he was already getting the good option out of the two presented to him. "Yes, sir."

The hunter placed the lid over him, more silver pressing against his back and squeezing him between it and the floor. His arms were forced to the bottom of the box, where they came alight with pain as well, stuck in the burning darkness.

Kane screamed, unable to help himself as he started to struggle, desperate to get away from the thing that was hurting him so much. But he could barely move, let alone put up any real fight. Any direction he tried to move himself in just made it worse. Hunkering himself down made his shins and forearms weep against the silver, trying to push up made his back singe, and he could never move enough in any direction to alleviate the constant, agonizing feeling of being consumed by fire.

"I don't think it likes it in there," one of the hunters sneered.

Kane heard one of them pat the lid, unharmed by the silver burning him alive. "It'll get used to it. Let's give it some time to get comfortable."

A click rung out, the dreaded sound of a padlock locking firmly shut.

He was stuck inside until someone saw fit to- "Please let me out!" he bawled, desperate. "Please, sir, I can't, it hurts, please don't leave me in here!"

One of them chuckled. "Just relax. You'll get used to it. You're right where you're supposed to be. You're lucky we're not making it your new home after all."

Kane wept as he heard the hunters walk away, leaving him alone in his torment.

taglist in reblog! part 3 of the AU i've been posting will be coming tomorrow :) i was gonna write it tonight but i just got so inspired for this and wrote it all in 1 sitting over the past 3 hours lol

oh and have some drabbles i've posted since #50!

canon:

Playing With Food

Blowtorch

AU:

No Escape

Bellamy Saves Kane 2

and some awesome fanfics that got posted!!

Home Sweet Home? by @whumpwritings

The Final Apology by @clickerflight

#kane and jim #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #whumper turned whumpee #torture #begging #multiple whumpers #sadistic whumper #claustrophobia #in container #burns #death wish #starvation #whump writing

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lost-in-labradorite-halls · 2 years

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Torture By Silver

Warning! This post is extremely GRAPHIC, VIOLENT and filled with GORE. If these things make you uncomfortable, do not proceed. Under the cut is a prose I have written for @whumpsday. I use their character Kane, who is a vampire whumpee in extremely graphic torture scenarios. Also under the cut are three illustrations I have made to go with the prose. They are even more graphic, gross and gory. (Almost too gory for me and I’m the one who arted them.) I’m fairly new at this artstyle and various whump authors have been inspiring me in creating further whump content. Their whumpees are my muses, I do have permission to use them in this post. TRIGGER WARNINGS: BLOOD, GORE, MUTILATION, RESTRAINT, TORTURE, WHUMP, EXPOSED and BROKEN BONES, AMATURE EVISCERATION, KNIVES, GRAPHIC and EXPLICIT portrayal of VIOLENCE. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Torture by Silver Several hunters entered Kane’s cell. They cuffed his hands behind him with the silver chains. They forced Kane onto his knees. Two of the hunters held him in place, a gloved hand on his shoulder, one holding his head back and gloved hands wrapped around his head, digging into his jaw. A third hunter entered the cell, carrying a strange bucket with strange moving liquid in it. This hunter also wore heavy gloves. As this hunter came closer, the liquid became clear as to what it was. Silver, liquid silver. It had a strange glow to it, suggesting, not only was it liquid silver, but it was extremely hot liquid silver.

The hunters shifted slightly, gloved hands forcing Kane’s mouth open. “Open up,” one of them whispered to him as the bucket neared Kane’s face.

They forced his mouth open wide as they poured the contents of the bucket into Kane’s mouth. The touch of silver, wet silver filled his mouth, touching and burning and sizzling away flesh. But it was nothing compared to what a silver coin in his mouth would do, this was different, this was hot, silver, so hot that it was in a liquid form. It didn’t matter if Kane had been a vampire or mortal. His body reacted the same to too hot metal. The heat alone disintegrated is flesh, ate away at bone and muscle alike. It burned through and down his throat. It destroyed his lungs as it drained into his stomach and pooled there. The Hunters moved his hands and re-cuffed them in front of him before standing back to let him writhe. The molten silver ate away his jaw and dripped down his chest, leaving a trail of cooling metal burned into him. And his stomach, he was burning from the inside out. Not just as a reactive to the silver, but to the molten metal. It eventually cooled. Leaving strange solid goopy splatters of silver everywhere. It still burned, sizzling lightly against the charred muscles that remained of his mouth. Goopy blood and melted tissue clung to the now cold lump of metal in his stomach. But despite the metal being cool, it still burned at everything. The hunters laughed at him and one by one grew bored and left. One of the hunters remained, watching Kane’s movements a little longer. Kane pleaded with his eyes. Maybe the hunter took pity on him. Or maybe he was just exceptionally cruel. He ordered Kane up. Kane could not get all of the way up. He probably expected punishment for that. So once again he pleaded with his eyes. The hunter knelt down to the flinching vampire and showed him the knife he held in his hand. “I want my silver back,” the hunter explained, just before he jabbed the knife into Kane’s chest, carving it down over his belly. The lump of silver, molded by Kane’s insides, plopped onto the floor. Kane looked up at the hunter. The silver had thoroughly burned away his jaw, it left a gaping hole that was the remnants of his throat.

The hunter was either cruel, or a savior, because before he left with the silver, he carved the molten pieces sticking to Kane’s chest, and meticulously cut away the remnants burned to Kane’s once-mouth.

The Hunter even took away the silver chains and let Kane lay in a puddle of his silver tainted blood.

The punishments for asking for blood were severe.

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