it's that crazy kid from ten years ago

(⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠️ This post contains some heavy content. 15+ Advised!!)

One of our Muses is the kidnapper, the other, the kidnapped. This isn’t planned to be a soft scenario. In fact, violence is what we’re here for. Choose your preferred position, send an icon as the torture method, and send a number for your line.

Kidnapped:

“Dear Christ, no!”

“What are you planning to do with that?”

“Stay away from me! Keep that thing away!”

“Please don’t do this..”

“Somebody help me!”

“I-I’ll do whatever you want!..”

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Don’t hurt me!”

“Stop, stop, it hurts!!”

“Yo-You broke it! You br-broke it!”

“I-I’m done..”

“Put it down.. We can talk this over..”

“You’re driving me insane!!”

“Where are you?!”

“Please, please… It hurts so much..”

Kidnapper:

“Hush.. It will only hurt for a moment.”

“Please don’t cry..”

“You know why you’re here.”

“Take it! Take it!”

“Beating you feels so good!..”

“Ssshhh. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“You want another one?!”

“Does it hurt? Does it hurt?!”

“Shut up! I hate hearing you!”

“Stay the hell down!”

“You wont get out of here easily! You wont get out of here at all!”

“You. Are. Mine. Understand me?!..”

“You’re so cute when you act like that..”

“Stop wiggling!”

“I hope you feel every bit of this! All of it!”

🖤 - Love. Use your affection as a torture device. Show your victim how much you love them with the most effective feeling. Pain.

🔪 - Knife Play. Use a blade to reach all those hard to itch nooks and crannies.

🛎 - Noise. Use the magic of sound to penetrate your victims hearing. Disturb them.

🔫 - Firearm. Take the old fashioned route, use your bullets and dust to your advantage to show your dominance.

🛁 - Steam. Use boiling liquids to force your subject to succumb to your will and give in.

🔗 - Chains. Beat your victim black and blue with the hard impact of metal itself.

📍 - Pins and needles. Use sharp and pointy little knacks to drive your subject up the wall. Or, drive them to it.

🍞 - Food. Starve your victim. Make them beg for the tiniest crumb.

❄️/☀️ - Temperature. Use the environment to deprive them of their mind. Make them curl in for warmth, or undress for a breeze.

👁‍🗨 - Vision. Deprived your subject of their eyes. Choose to keep one, or rid them of both. Either way.. Use it as punishment.

⛏ - Pick. Decide how many teeth your victim really needs.

🖐 - Fingers. Your victim starts off with ten fingers, how many will they be left with?

🗣 - Discrimination. Remind your victim how worthless they are. Spit venom into their minds, make them believe it.

💞 - Family. Remove their loved ones from this earth. Show them there’s only one person they belong too.

⛓ - Restrain. Hold them back. Tighten the rope and chains until blood is drawn. Make them earn their movement and freedom.

💢 - Anger. Use their own emotion against them. Drain them of all their energy and emotional stability until there’s nothing left but a shell.

@pennyspencer

@pennyspencer

“How is your neighbour murdering you with, I dunno, pixie dust gonna keep you honourable?” he grumbled, hunching forwards as though making himself a little smaller would make him invisible to the other. Alien? Seemed so, but… with a decent command of English? Something about that didn’t seem to add up.

Not that he dwelled too long on the fact. Being tired and bored and miserable himself, his mind felt foggy and fuzzy, like his brain was full of cotton, and he wasn’t much in the mood for anything any more. All he wanted was to be home, in the embrace of his loved one… whenever that would be.

The alien clenched his fingers on the bars and hug his head in shame, sighing deeply.

“Guess it’s better than being kept here…”

Already irritated by his neighbour, Spencer didn’t even read the second note, crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder, leaning against the bars that separated them. He didn’t even look in the other’s direction, just looking at the same crack in the floor that had grazed and sliced at his feet for the last… week? Month? Four hours?

“I don’t know what you think I’m capable of but quit it,” he muttered, arms folded tightly against his chest. Even an alien seemed to think he was a murderer. Seemed there was no escaping that, and under severe stress and without medication, the whispers in his head were certain to never let him forget it.

No, that was hopelessness talking; he could conquer this… right?

“This is embarassing…” Daar grumbled out loud now, leaning on the bars as well. Annoyed, humiliated and tired. “Can’t even save my last ounce of honor and respect…”

“Guess who signed us up to go Christmas caroling?”

“Sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.”

“Don’t get mad, but I think I set the Christmas tree on fire.”

“What must Santa have been smoking to think his reindeer can talk?”

“If me and Santa got into a fight, who do you think would win?”

“I guess someone’s not getting any use out of that slutty Santa outfit they bought.”

“All in saying is no one would catch us if we chopped down a tree.”

“I tried to buy one of those singing Santas but I spilled water on it and now it sounds demonic.”

“You know, you remind me a lot of the Grinch. The only difference is in the end, his heart grows three sizes, but you stay an asshole.”

“Pleaseeee? Nobody else wants to play Santa!!”

“I forgot how much work gingerbread houses were..”

“Don’t tell me this is your first hot chocolate?!”

“I swear if Frosty the Snowman doesn’t melt in the next five minutes, I’m shutting it off.”

“Umm just so you know, I’m kind of stuck in the Christmas lights.”

“Looks like you’re getting coal this year.”

“I just took an online quiz and it said I was on the Naughty List!! If it was you I could see it, but not me!”

“Are you seriously crying over Rudolph..?”  

“We’re not watching Hallmark Christmas movies.”

“Cancel all your plans! We’re watching Hallmark Christmas movies!”    

“What the hell kind of Charlie Brown Christmas tree did you buy?”

“I lit the fire because I want to make sure Santa knows who’s boss when he comes down that chimney.”  

“What did you ask for this Christmas?”

“Will you help me go Christmas shopping?”

“Have you seriously never eaten a candy cane?”

“Is there some kind of old woman shop where they sell those weird Christmas trees made of strawberry candy?”  

“Hey, I bought a paint your own ornament kit. Let’s make some!”

“Is this your first time getting/giving a present?”

“I just called to tell you Merry Christmas!”

“Will you drive around with me to look at the Christmas lights?”

“Please stop singing Christmas songs.”

“Why aren’t you singing along to the Christmas carols?”

“If you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, I will wring your neck.”

“Oh my god is that a mistletoe..?”

Mike didn’t protested, he had no strength to do so. Instead, he just let himself be lead to bed, leaning slightly against his boyfriend.

Drowsy, tired, he just flopped onto bed and sighed deeply.

Mike didn’t protested, he had no strength to do so. Instead, he just let himself be lead to bed, leaning slightly against his boyfriend.

Drowsy, tired, he just flopped onto bed and sighed deeply.

Mike didn’t protested, he had no strength to do so. Instead, he just let himself be lead to bed, leaning slightly against his boyfriend.

Drowsy, tired, he just flopped onto bed and sighed deeply.

“No, nothing’s wrong…” He should have left it until morning… why was he so stupid? Of course Mike was going to react negatively… “Sorry… I should let you sleep; it’s fine…”