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Whumpee clutching the railing as they stumble along, barely able to hold themself up. Maybe their other hand is clutching a wound.

Whumpee being tied/handcuffed to a railing

Whumper shoving whumpee over the railing, maybe over a long drop.

Whumpee hanging onto a railing over a drop, maybe whumper tries to pry their hands off, maybe caretaker tries to help the back to the safe side.

Whumper pinning whumpee between themselves and the railing

Whumpee loosing their grip on the railing and tumbling down the stairs.

Whumpee who is afraid of heights being forced to stand right next to the railing over looking a drop and being forced to look down as they clutch the railing.

No subscription. Just program.

On your computer. You got to use it forever and ever and never had to worry about it going away.

Because it was physically on your computer. As a program. That you actually owned. Not because you got it separately, but because it was a standard inclusion with your computer.

I'm sorry but I'll just never get over it. I remember when companies cared about their products being usable out of the box. I remember when our things belonged to us.

-> Struggling until completely devoid of energy — then going limp.

-> Restraints that are technically for safety.

-> Whumpee continues testing the cuffs with extreme stubborness before realizing they won’t budge... A deep sadness settles in their eyes.

-> Caretaker having to restrain them — and hating every moment of it.

-> Being sedated while crying/begging.

-> Being pinned down during treatment. Whether it's by Whumper or Caretaker... doesn't matter... It'll give them nightmares for sure.

-> “This will hurt” said gently, firmly... also doesn't matter.

-> Strapped tight, flinching before they’re even touched.

-> Being held down while begging them to stop.

-> Restraints left on longer than necessary, friction adds to the agony of the situation.

And it’s someone with a facial difference...

Yeah. Don’t do that. Ever.

If you aren't any one of those and your first thought is, "But sometimes it's upsetting/anxiety inducing/disturbing to look at." Then I think you might have to think beyond yourself (not in a shaming way, but as genuine introspective), or just not engage in the Internet.

Bodies that don't fit the non-scared body standard or that don't look "normal" to societal standard are still humans that do have normal bodies.

Imagine having scarring and already being self-concious and having people put "Trigger warning: body horror and scars." Like your body comes with a warning because it's so upsetting to look at and everyone should be warned before they show a person who looks like you.

This is especially true online and I think people need to understand when they may be becoming overly entitled.

Seeing a person with self-harm scars and the video is nothing about self-harm, but then commenting, "Please put a warning for your scars," When you are in complete control to scroll isn't okay.

On the internet, you can scroll, block, restrict, or do other things before you ever have to engage in content that upsets you and 2. Make others feel bad about something normal they have (yes, even if its upsetting or triggering for you, because that's their appearance and you can choose to engage in that content or not.)

If you want to live in the comfortability that everyone's bodies have to not be reminiscent of anything atypical or "upsetting" or that people always need to accomodate for something you should work on, then that's a society where disabled/different people/scarred/burned people can't exist and you're opting for that over facing your own discomfort or finding coping skills.

It's completely okay to be triggered by something, as it's tied to trauma (triggers aren't just things you find a bit uncomfortable or things you dislike; its related to trauma); you can't control that. It's okay to be uneasy, squeamish, or feel another type of uncomfortable feeling; you can't control that.

But it's never okay to make others feel bad about their body, tell them to hide, or make them suit your needs in a way that makes them live quieter and sadder.

Scroll, block, disengage, don't look, or don't stare.

This takes place directly after part 8.

CW: forced to strip, forced nudity, non-con touching (non sexual), restraints, forced bathing, imprisonment, pet whump, more of Alexi being creepy, a little intimate whumper stuff.

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Alexi shoved him backwards off his lap.

“You smell revolting” he sneered “take him and get him cleaned up”

He was grabbed by the arm and hauled to his feet. He struggled before reluctantly allowing himself to be dragged away. He was led to a bathroom.

“Strip”

“Hell no.”

“Do as you’re told”

“No. I’m not going to undress in front of anyone”

“Eh Louis come help me without this” he called into the hall.

“What is it?” Louis asked, peaking through the door way “Oh an unruly one”

“Yeah I’ll hold him down you get his clothes off.”

“You will do no such thing” victor demanded

He grabbed his wrists. He thrashed against him.

“Let go of me!”

He wrestled him the floor. His head smacked against the tile, he let out a sharp whine. There were hands on the fly of his pants. They got it undone then yanked them off. The man on top of him started to unbutton his shirt while the other, Louis, pulled off Victor’s socks and underwear. He went still just lying on the floor and sobbing. They finished getting him undressed. His face was flushed with humiliation.

“Get up”

He scrambled to stand as the man dragged him into the shower. He threw him to the floor and turned on the water.

“Clean yourself up.” He commanded, throwing him a bar of soap. He turned and walked to the door “I ain’t gonna watch.”

He had just taken a shower four hours ago, yet he scrubbed himself down, crying softly. He could feel the bruises forming from where he had struggled. He gently pressed on the back of his skull as he massaged the soap into his hair. He hissed when he found the spot where he had hit his head. He rinsed himself off letting the warm water run over him, not wanting to leave the shower, not wanting to face whatever waited for him.

“You done yet?”

He turned the water off. The man turned around. Victor winced folding his hands in front of him to cover himself as best he could.

“Dry of” he handed him a towel. “Stop worrying about me looking. I ain’t into men.”

He took the towel from him and dried off

“Here put this on”

He unfolded the stack of clothes. Boxers, a plain gray t-shirt, and a pair of simple tie waist pants. He dressed and brushed his hair

His hands were bound behind him and he was led to a sitting room. Alexi was there waiting. He looked up from the book he was reading and smiled as Victor was shoved through the door.

“How was your shower?”

“Dreadful” Victor deadpanned

“I see the clothes fit.”

“They do.”

“Come here” Alexi ordered, pointing to the floor in front of him “kneel”

He dropped to his knees.

“Good, you’re learning”

“What do you want with me? The punishment for treason is death why am I not dead?”

“I’ve thought of something better. I’ve been wanting a new doll for a while now and it would be such a waste to kill you.”

“No”

“Oh you poor thing, you don’t have a choice.” He laughed

“No!” He scrambled backwards. He got to his feet. There was no where to run. Tears pricked in his eyes.

Alexi sighed and stood up.

“Don’t make this hard Vicky” he said walking towards him

“You can’t do this.” He whispered backing himself against a wall

“Obviously I can”

Victor bolted for the window. The man caught him, grabbing him by the arms.

“No, no, I’m a person, you can’t!” Victor wailed, dropping to his knees “We were friends, practically brothers.”

“Save it” Alexi sighed “follow me.”

The man hauled Victor back to his feet. They were led through the house to the basement. They went down a hall, stopping in front of a door. Alexi unlocked it and waved them inside. Iron bars split the room into two. Victor started struggling again. He was shoved to the other side of the bars, the door clanging shut and locking behind him.

“You sick fuck! you can’t do this!”

“Ah, Ah, Ah” warned alexi “watch your mouth.”

“Fuck you!” Victor screamed

“Since this is all quite sudden I’m going to let this slide, but know that in the future I won’t be so kind.” “Come here”

Victor did as he was told and walked forward to the bars separating them.

“Turn around”

He pulled Victor’s hands through the bars and unlocked the hand cuffs. Once he was done he shoved him away.

“Have a good night.”

***

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A flashback to when and how Victor got Aiden. Also When Alexi uses the word sissy he is using it’s less modern meaning of sister and referring to his older sister. Victor’s birthday is May 21st.

CW: alexi being alexi, pet whumpee, forced whumper, reference to inferred pet whump of a minor, a couple lines with a kind of nsfw vibe but it’s blink and you’ll miss it, peer pressure stuff.

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It was Victor’s 21st birthday. Alexi had thrown him a lavish party at his estate. He hadn’t asked him to, he hadn’t wanted him to. He had said that they would just go to a nice dinner and maybe a concert with a couple other friends. This was much more than a couple friends. There had to be at least 200 people. Everyone in the black thorn was there. He didn’t particularly like people, but Alexi insisted he should have a special party for his “golden birthday”.

Victor was sitting on a bench in the garden. Alexi came over and offered him a glass of strawberry champagne, it was both of them’s favorite. He took it and Alexi sat down beside him.

“Do you like your party?”

“It’s wonderful, thank you”

“You don’t seem to be enjoying it, sitting over here all by yourself.” Alexi huffed

“There’s just so many people and you know I don’t have a partner”

“Why don’t you come dance with me?”

He didn’t have time to respond. Alexi had already grabbed his hand and was dragging him over to the dance floor.

“You know I’m no good at dancing” Victor protested.

“Nonsense. Besides Who cares if you’re good? just have fun.”

He placed his hand low on his hip, taking his hand with other. Victor moved his hand up a bit before placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lead”

It was awkward at first and didn’t get much better.

“C’mon Vicky loosen up a little, just have fun, nobody is watching and who cares if the are.”

“I care” Victor mumbled.

Alexi laughed at him. His cheeks turned pink.

“Stop laughing at me!” Victor snapped

“Sorry”

“Remember when we used to dance while sissy played the piano?” Alexi asked

“Yeah”

“Just dance like that.”

“I’ll try.”

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After most of the guests had left Victor and Alexi sat in the den with a few of their close friends.

“Why don’t you open your presents” Alexi insisted “you should open mine first”

He walked up to the large box, it came to just under his ribs.

“What is it?”

“Open it and find out”

He untied the ribbon and pulled off the lid. He stared down in astonishment. There knelt a man, he couldn’t have been older than himself, he looked young, barely an adult

“Do you like it?”

“I don’t understand” victor deadpanned

“You really are dense sometimes Vicky” he giggled “it’s a pet! Isn’t he cute? I picked him out just for you, had him trained for whatever you like”

Those words made his stomach churn. He couldn’t imagine what that sort of “training” would consist of. Alexi continued prattling on.

“You must get so lonely and bored all alone in that big old house.” Alexi said with a mock pout “I’m surprised that you didn’t buy one yourself already”

Alexi had always had pets, or dolls as he referred to them, ever since he turned eighteen. He wasn’t even sure if some of the ones he had then were adults. He shivered at the thought. What if this one wasn’t? He felt sick. People were staring. Alexi was still talking but he couldn’t hear anything but his own heart beat.

He came back to his senses and offered the man a hand. He looked up at him before taking it tentatively. He gingerly stepped out of the box then knelt back down beside him.

“See I told you he was well trained” Alexi grinned “I’m sure you’ll have fun with him.”

“Yeah, I will” he said still in a daze “thank you”

“It’s no problem Vicky” he gave him a gentle squeeze around the waist, he flinched.

“It’s late, I should really get headed home” Victor sighed looking down at his watch.

“You’re such a buzz kill.” One of his friends groaned.

“I know but I have work tomorrow.”

“You could always stay the night.” Alexi offered.

“I’d really rather just head home”

“Alright” Alexi sighed in mock defeat “drive safe and happy birthday”

“Thanks. Victor smiled.

He led the man to his car and opened the passenger door for him to get in. The man hesitated.

He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what his new master wanted. Pets didn’t belong in the front seat , he knew that.

“What are you waiting for, get in.” Victor told him.

He scrambled to do as he was told, crawling into the front seat and buckling his seat belt.

Victor got into the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition.

“Damn it” he mumbled “why the fuck would I want a pet”

The man tensed. He had already messed up.

“I, I’m sorry master, I-”

Victor looked over at him.

“No, no it’s not your fault.” Victor sighed, starting he car and pulling away “and you don’t need to do that whole master thing”

“Yes m- I mean sir”

“Good” Victor said, forcing a small smile. “What’s your name?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

Victor raised an eyebrow.

“Well you must have had one at some point.”

He just shook his head.

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