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This story centers around the general idea of illegal, underground dog fights, where in this case, the dogs are human beings. It focuses on Wren, who has signed up to gather information, and Zander who has been there for several years.
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Hey remember that rewrite I was doing lmao. I know itās been Months since the last update but heyyy Iām back at it. Originally this was gonna be all handled in one part but uhhh this one got long and itās just the set up lmao. Enjoy!
CW: pet whump, dehumanization, creepy whumper
***
Once again, Wren found himself sitting in the back of a car, Zander sitting beside him, on their way to a fight again. This time however, it was Zander who was dressed nicely, and it was him who was dressed to fight. Cain had decided he was ready, and while Wren didnāt think he could be any more ready than he already was, it still felt far too soon for this.
They had fallen into a routine over the past few weeks. Instead of fighting, Zander was being made to train him, most days Cain would take them outside and watch these practice matches, often times theyād spend hours out there. It was exhausting, both of them were covered in bruises and scrapes, Wren had tried to ask for a break but Cain just laughed in his face. He told him that Zander often fought multiple times within a week, heād have to get used to the same expectations. No time to rest, no time to recover unless it was serious, always right back to it. Wren was starting to understand why Zander was struggling so bad, heād been expected to do this for years now, his body could only take so much. Wren wasnāt sure how long his own body would be able to handle it.
The car stopped in front of that building again, a place Wren still didnāt entirely understand. He wondered if heād ever get to see any more of it than heād seen already. He figured heād ask Zander later about what else went on in there. Cain got them both out and took them by their leashes, leading them inside, Wrenās legs shaking with each step. He wrinkled his nose as he was once again hit by that smell, he never understood why people would smoke indoors. He tried to keep his head down, they were led to a space off of the main entryway this time, people sat at a bar, or standing around drinking and talking. Vanessa was near the bar, and she brightened up when she spotted Cain, waving him over.
The pair greeted each other, talking casually about the upcoming fight, about Wren fighting. He didnāt like being talked about like he wasnāt there, but right now he could barely pay attention to what they were saying. He briefly looked up at Zander, who was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, looking rather bored of this environment already. Wren wondered why Cain brought him along when he wasnāt even fighting, he didnāt seem to like him very much so he didnāt understand why heād have him around more than necessary. He scanned the crowd around them, and noticed a man who was looking in their direction- or more accurately, directly at Wren. He was tall and dark haired, maybe a little older than Cain was, wearing what had to be an expensive black suit, the jacket folded over his arm. His heart sank when the man started waking towards them, as he got close, his eyes lingered on Wren for a moment, before he turned his attention to Cain.
āCain,ā He started, trying to get his attention, but Cain seemed to be blatantly ignoring him. āCainā¦ Mr. Whitaker.ā The man said, Cain finally directed his attention to him when he said the correct name.
āHm? Nicholas? Did you say something?ā Cain asked. Wren could see the corners of his mouth twitching, like he was holding back a smile, even as Nicholas looked completely unamused with him.
āIs this one yours?ā Nicholas asked, jumping straight to the point as he motioned to Wren. He looked at him again, and Wren felt his blood run cold under his gaze. He felt small, vulnerable, the way he looked at him with his stormy gray eyes made him feel like he was in danger.
āYep! I picked up little red here a few weeks ago.ā Cain said, Wren thought he sounded too proud of himself for purchasing another person. āHis name is Wren, heās going to be fighting tonight.ā Nicholas took his face in his gloved hand, tilting his chin up and forcing Wren to look at him. He turned his face from one side to another, like he was trying to determine his value from his appearance alone.
āFighting?ā He asked, his eyes narrowed as he studied his face. āYouāre going to make this pretty little thing here fight?ā Cain laughed at that, abruptly pulling Wren back from Nicholas by his leash. Despite the less than desirable way he went about it, Wren was just thankful to be even a step away from that man.
āHe may be cute, but Iāll tell you, this little guy knows what heās doing. It didnāt take long until he was taking down Zander!ā
āHm, Iām sure that did wonders for the muttās ego.ā Wren followed his gaze to Zander, who was glaring at him. He didnāt just look annoyed, Wren was surprised to see Zander looked furious. He didnāt think a simple comment like that would be enough to upset Zander so badly, and despite having no say in the matter, he felt guilty. He didnāt want to be compared to him, or to make him feel bad by just doing what he was told.
āAh, heās fine.ā Cain waved him off dismissively. āHeās starting to get really friendly with the little pup, itās adorable.ā
āOh yes, Iād bet heās become very friendly with him.ā Nicholas sneered, his eyes still locked on Zander, who growled. The sound startled Wren, he didnāt just sound angry, he sounded like an animal, like heād learned to make this noise out of necessity. Wren was looking at him with wide eyes, while Nicholas seemed largely unimpressed. āI remain fascinated by your decision to take this thing out without a muzzle.ā He told Cain, who snapped his fingers to get Zanderās attention.
āHey! Knock it off.ā He ordered him, and while Zander quit growling, he was still glaring at Nicholas. āAre you still mad about last time?ā Cain asked Nicholas, āI mean, that one was kind of your fault, you know how he gets when you grab his face.ā This seemed to finally get some reaction out of Nicholas, no matter how subtle, his eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Cain, scowling at him.
āI think the blame lies with the person who failed to train him.ā He said coldly. Wren wondered what happened last time, he wondered who Nicholas even was. He seemed to have some history with Cain, but Wren could tell, it definitely wasnāt good. Before Cain could reply, Vanessa cleared her throat, reminding the group that she was still there.
āI would genuinely love to watch you two continueā¦ this. But we should probably be going now.ā She told Cain. āDonāt wanna be late for the pupās first fight, right?ā
āRight- yes, if youāll excuse us, we need to get going.ā He told Nicholas. Wren could tell he was trying to make it sound like leaving was his idea, as if Nicholas wasnāt standing right there when Vanessa spoke.
āOf course.ā Nicholas said, stepping aside so they could pass through. āI look forward to seeing it then.ā Cain tugged his leash, leading him away, while Vanessa followed with Zander. Wren could feel Nicholasā eyes on him again, and he glanced up just in time to see Zander snap at him, startling the man into taking another step back. Nicholas glared at him but Zander grinned, satisfied with intimidating the man.
What the fuck is he thinking? He asked himself, unable to understand why he would risk punishment like that. Surely he knew by now that behaving this way would do nothing to benefit himself, right?
As they made their way back to that elevator, it once again hit Wren full force what he was walking into. It was his turn, he wasnāt just going to watch this time, he was expected to perform- and to perform well. He thought about Zanderās punishment for losing a fight and nearly shuddered. He was determined to avoid the same fate, but at the same time, he didnāt even know who heād be up against. Sure heād managed to beat Zander, but that was after weeks of practice, and the man was clearly burnt out. What would happen to him against a fighter in better condition? He knew full well that people had lost their lives in this ring, and now he was going to subject himself to potentially the same fate? Not for the first time since he agreed to all this, he wondered if he was crazy.
They arrived at the underground complex, this time Vanessa went ahead with Zander while Cain stayed with Wren, leading him through the crowds. Sometimes heād greet people as they passed by, many of them giving questioning looks towards Wren. He knew he didnāt appear physically cut out for this, not compared to Zander, or the other fighters he saw, but he wished theyād stop looking at him that way. Cain took him to a door where a man was standing outside, he nodded at Cain when he arrived.
āFinally gettinā rid of Zander?ā He asked, as Cain handed Wrenās leash to him.
āNot yet- though I might if little red here performs well.ā He said, and the man laughed.
āYouāll be lucky if he comes out in one piece!ā He said, doing nothing to ease Wrenās nerves.
Cain reminded him to be good, and then left him with that man, Wren following after him as he took him through the door. The hallway before him was dimly lit, with cells lining each side. There were other people in these cells, he was put in one closer to the door they came in through. The man unclipped the leash from his collar before closing the barred door, locking it with a key.
āYouāll wait here for your turn. It might be a while so I suggest you get comfortable- and remember to take your shoes off before you go out.ā He told him, and Wren nodded quickly.
āY-yes sirā¦ā He said quietly. He still wasnāt entirely sure when he was and wasnāt supposed to speak, but no shock came from his collar, and the man seemed to approve of his response. He looked him up and down again, Wren could tell he wasnāt impressed with what he saw.
āGood luck out there, pup. Youāre certainly gonna need it.ā He said, before walking away, back through that door. Wren looked around the barren cell, it was even smaller than the one heād been kept in at the pound. He could hear movement and murmurs from the other cells, but nobody was really speaking, in fact most of the noise was coming from above him. He looked up at the ceiling, he wondered what the exact layout of this place even was. He made a mental note to ask Zander later, heād been here longer, maybe he would know.
He resigned himself to waiting, and sat down on the floor, going ahead and pulling his shoes and socks off, tucking his socks into his shoes before setting them aside. Zander had already told him what to expect, that a āhandlerā would come and retrieve him once it was his turn, heād be led out to the ring by them. Once there, he would be locked inside with his opponent, there would be no escape until the fight had been won. The lights would be bright and hot, it would be loud, but he would have to focus entirely on the fight, getting distracted was dangerous. Heād taken him by the shoulders the night before and looked him in the eye, his expression dead serious as he told him that he would have to be cruel. There was no such thing as a āfairā fight down here, nothing was off limits, hesitation, mercy, sympathy, all that would just cost him the fight. Wren told him that he understood, but he still wasnāt sure of himself. It sounded a lot easier said than done.
Wrenās anxiety rose as the noise above him got louder and louder, from the other end of the hallway he could hear the crowd growing. He told himself that it would be okay, that he could do this, heād volunteered for this after all. He had to believe that it would turn out alright, heād already seen the cost of failure. He wasnāt going to let the same thing happen to him, if he could help it.
Hey remember that rewrite I was doing lmao. I know itās been Months since the last update but heyyy Iām back at it. Originally this was gonna be all handled in one part but uhhh this one got long and itās just the set up lmao. Enjoy!
CW: pet whump, dehumanization, creepy whumper
***
Once again, Wren found himself sitting in the back of a car, Zander sitting beside him, on their way to a fight again. This time however, it was Zander who was dressed nicely, and it was him who was dressed to fight. Cain had decided he was ready, and while Wren didnāt think he could be any more ready than he already was, it still felt far too soon for this.
They had fallen into a routine over the past few weeks. Instead of fighting, Zander was being made to train him, most days Cain would take them outside and watch these practice matches, often times theyād spend hours out there. It was exhausting, both of them were covered in bruises and scrapes, Wren had tried to ask for a break but Cain just laughed in his face. He told him that Zander often fought multiple times within a week, heād have to get used to the same expectations. No time to rest, no time to recover unless it was serious, always right back to it. Wren was starting to understand why Zander was struggling so bad, heād been expected to do this for years now, his body could only take so much. Wren wasnāt sure how long his own body would be able to handle it.
The car stopped in front of that building again, a place Wren still didnāt entirely understand. He wondered if heād ever get to see any more of it than heād seen already. He figured heād ask Zander later about what else went on in there. Cain got them both out and took them by their leashes, leading them inside, Wrenās legs shaking with each step. He wrinkled his nose as he was once again hit by that smell, he never understood why people would smoke indoors. He tried to keep his head down, they were led to a space off of the main entryway this time, people sat at a bar, or standing around drinking and talking. Vanessa was near the bar, and she brightened up when she spotted Cain, waving him over.
The pair greeted each other, talking casually about the upcoming fight, about Wren fighting. He didnāt like being talked about like he wasnāt there, but right now he could barely pay attention to what they were saying. He briefly looked up at Zander, who was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, looking rather bored of this environment already. Wren wondered why Cain brought him along when he wasnāt even fighting, he didnāt seem to like him very much so he didnāt understand why heād have him around more than necessary. He scanned the crowd around them, and noticed a man who was looking in their direction- or more accurately, directly at Wren. He was tall and dark haired, maybe a little older than Cain was, wearing what had to be an expensive black suit, the jacket folded over his arm. His heart sank when the man started waking towards them, as he got close, his eyes lingered on Wren for a moment, before he turned his attention to Cain.
āCain,ā He started, trying to get his attention, but Cain seemed to be blatantly ignoring him. āCainā¦ Mr. Whitaker.ā The man said, Cain finally directed his attention to him when he said the correct name.
āHm? Nicholas? Did you say something?ā Cain asked. Wren could see the corners of his mouth twitching, like he was holding back a smile, even as Nicholas looked completely unamused with him.
āIs this one yours?ā Nicholas asked, jumping straight to the point as he motioned to Wren. He looked at him again, and Wren felt his blood run cold under his gaze. He felt small, vulnerable, the way he looked at him with his stormy gray eyes made him feel like he was in danger.
āYep! I picked up little red here a few weeks ago.ā Cain said, Wren thought he sounded too proud of himself for purchasing another person. āHis name is Wren, heās going to be fighting tonight.ā Nicholas took his face in his gloved hand, tilting his chin up and forcing Wren to look at him. He turned his face from one side to another, like he was trying to determine his value from his appearance alone.
āFighting?ā He asked, his eyes narrowed as he studied his face. āYouāre going to make this pretty little thing here fight?ā Cain laughed at that, abruptly pulling Wren back from Nicholas by his leash. Despite the less than desirable way he went about it, Wren was just thankful to be even a step away from that man.
āHe may be cute, but Iāll tell you, this little guy knows what heās doing. It didnāt take long until he was taking down Zander!ā
āHm, Iām sure that did wonders for the muttās ego.ā Wren followed his gaze to Zander, who was glaring at him. He didnāt just look annoyed, Wren was surprised to see Zander looked furious. He didnāt think a simple comment like that would be enough to upset Zander so badly, and despite having no say in the matter, he felt guilty. He didnāt want to be compared to him, or to make him feel bad by just doing what he was told.
āAh, heās fine.ā Cain waved him off dismissively. āHeās starting to get really friendly with the little pup, itās adorable.ā
āOh yes, Iād bet heās become very friendly with him.ā Nicholas sneered, his eyes still locked on Zander, who growled. The sound startled Wren, he didnāt just sound angry, he sounded like an animal, like heād learned to make this noise out of necessity. Wren was looking at him with wide eyes, while Nicholas seemed largely unimpressed. āI remain fascinated by your decision to take this thing out without a muzzle.ā He told Cain, who snapped his fingers to get Zanderās attention.
āHey! Knock it off.ā He ordered him, and while Zander quit growling, he was still glaring at Nicholas. āAre you still mad about last time?ā Cain asked Nicholas, āI mean, that one was kind of your fault, you know how he gets when you grab his face.ā This seemed to finally get some reaction out of Nicholas, no matter how subtle, his eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Cain, scowling at him.
āI think the blame lies with the person who failed to train him.ā He said coldly. Wren wondered what happened last time, he wondered who Nicholas even was. He seemed to have some history with Cain, but Wren could tell, it definitely wasnāt good. Before Cain could reply, Vanessa cleared her throat, reminding the group that she was still there.
āI would genuinely love to watch you two continueā¦ this. But we should probably be going now.ā She told Cain. āDonāt wanna be late for the pupās first fight, right?ā
āRight- yes, if youāll excuse us, we need to get going.ā He told Nicholas. Wren could tell he was trying to make it sound like leaving was his idea, as if Nicholas wasnāt standing right there when Vanessa spoke.
āOf course.ā Nicholas said, stepping aside so they could pass through. āI look forward to seeing it then.ā Cain tugged his leash, leading him away, while Vanessa followed with Zander. Wren could feel Nicholasā eyes on him again, and he glanced up just in time to see Zander snap at him, startling the man into taking another step back. Nicholas glared at him but Zander grinned, satisfied with intimidating the man.
What the fuck is he thinking? He asked himself, unable to understand why he would risk punishment like that. Surely he knew by now that behaving this way would do nothing to benefit himself, right?
As they made their way back to that elevator, it once again hit Wren full force what he was walking into. It was his turn, he wasnāt just going to watch this time, he was expected to perform- and to perform well. He thought about Zanderās punishment for losing a fight and nearly shuddered. He was determined to avoid the same fate, but at the same time, he didnāt even know who heād be up against. Sure heād managed to beat Zander, but that was after weeks of practice, and the man was clearly burnt out. What would happen to him against a fighter in better condition? He knew full well that people had lost their lives in this ring, and now he was going to subject himself to potentially the same fate? Not for the first time since he agreed to all this, he wondered if he was crazy.
They arrived at the underground complex, this time Vanessa went ahead with Zander while Cain stayed with Wren, leading him through the crowds. Sometimes heād greet people as they passed by, many of them giving questioning looks towards Wren. He knew he didnāt appear physically cut out for this, not compared to Zander, or the other fighters he saw, but he wished theyād stop looking at him that way. Cain took him to a door where a man was standing outside, he nodded at Cain when he arrived.
āFinally gettinā rid of Zander?ā He asked, as Cain handed Wrenās leash to him.
āNot yet- though I might if little red here performs well.ā He said, and the man laughed.
āYouāll be lucky if he comes out in one piece!ā He said, doing nothing to ease Wrenās nerves.
Cain reminded him to be good, and then left him with that man, Wren following after him as he took him through the door. The hallway before him was dimly lit, with cells lining each side. There were other people in these cells, he was put in one closer to the door they came in through. The man unclipped the leash from his collar before closing the barred door, locking it with a key.
āYouāll wait here for your turn. It might be a while so I suggest you get comfortable- and remember to take your shoes off before you go out.ā He told him, and Wren nodded quickly.
āY-yes sirā¦ā He said quietly. He still wasnāt entirely sure when he was and wasnāt supposed to speak, but no shock came from his collar, and the man seemed to approve of his response. He looked him up and down again, Wren could tell he wasnāt impressed with what he saw.
āGood luck out there, pup. Youāre certainly gonna need it.ā He said, before walking away, back through that door. Wren looked around the barren cell, it was even smaller than the one heād been kept in at the pound. He could hear movement and murmurs from the other cells, but nobody was really speaking, in fact most of the noise was coming from above him. He looked up at the ceiling, he wondered what the exact layout of this place even was. He made a mental note to ask Zander later, heād been here longer, maybe he would know.
He resigned himself to waiting, and sat down on the floor, going ahead and pulling his shoes and socks off, tucking his socks into his shoes before setting them aside. Zander had already told him what to expect, that a āhandlerā would come and retrieve him once it was his turn, heād be led out to the ring by them. Once there, he would be locked inside with his opponent, there would be no escape until the fight had been won. The lights would be bright and hot, it would be loud, but he would have to focus entirely on the fight, getting distracted was dangerous. Heād taken him by the shoulders the night before and looked him in the eye, his expression dead serious as he told him that he would have to be cruel. There was no such thing as a āfairā fight down here, nothing was off limits, hesitation, mercy, sympathy, all that would just cost him the fight. Wren told him that he understood, but he still wasnāt sure of himself. It sounded a lot easier said than done.
Wrenās anxiety rose as the noise above him got louder and louder, from the other end of the hallway he could hear the crowd growing. He told himself that it would be okay, that he could do this, heād volunteered for this after all. He had to believe that it would turn out alright, heād already seen the cost of failure. He wasnāt going to let the same thing happen to him, if he could help it.
"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years
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okay but defiant whumpee holding their breath so whumper can't put a gag in, but instead of waiting, whumper simply pins their nose shut and grabs a strip of duct tape to put over their mouth as a way to teach whumpee to just let themselves be gagged next time
whumpee learning the consequences of their actions my beloved <333
the fear in whumpee's eyes as they struggle to breathe, whumper's firm, unrelenting grip.
im very partial to whumper waiting for them to calm down, gently tilting their chin up with a "Next time you'll be good for me, hmm?"
or angry whumper waiting until they have to tear the duct tape off to go "Hopefully that'll teach you."
thank you anon i love imagining scared whimpering whumpees looking at whumper with wide tearful eyes <3
im sorry but i couldnt disagree more. if having fun with your characters diminishes the 'quality' of your work then maybe thats not a bad thing. im glad youre having fun with your ocs
Hey remember that rewrite I was doing lmao. I know itās been Months since the last update but heyyy Iām back at it. Originally this was gonna be all handled in one part but uhhh this one got long and itās just the set up lmao. Enjoy!
CW: pet whump, dehumanization, creepy whumper
***
Once again, Wren found himself sitting in the back of a car, Zander sitting beside him, on their way to a fight again. This time however, it was Zander who was dressed nicely, and it was him who was dressed to fight. Cain had decided he was ready, and while Wren didnāt think he could be any more ready than he already was, it still felt far too soon for this.
They had fallen into a routine over the past few weeks. Instead of fighting, Zander was being made to train him, most days Cain would take them outside and watch these practice matches, often times theyād spend hours out there. It was exhausting, both of them were covered in bruises and scrapes, Wren had tried to ask for a break but Cain just laughed in his face. He told him that Zander often fought multiple times within a week, heād have to get used to the same expectations. No time to rest, no time to recover unless it was serious, always right back to it. Wren was starting to understand why Zander was struggling so bad, heād been expected to do this for years now, his body could only take so much. Wren wasnāt sure how long his own body would be able to handle it.
The car stopped in front of that building again, a place Wren still didnāt entirely understand. He wondered if heād ever get to see any more of it than heād seen already. He figured heād ask Zander later about what else went on in there. Cain got them both out and took them by their leashes, leading them inside, Wrenās legs shaking with each step. He wrinkled his nose as he was once again hit by that smell, he never understood why people would smoke indoors. He tried to keep his head down, they were led to a space off of the main entryway this time, people sat at a bar, or standing around drinking and talking. Vanessa was near the bar, and she brightened up when she spotted Cain, waving him over.
The pair greeted each other, talking casually about the upcoming fight, about Wren fighting. He didnāt like being talked about like he wasnāt there, but right now he could barely pay attention to what they were saying. He briefly looked up at Zander, who was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, looking rather bored of this environment already. Wren wondered why Cain brought him along when he wasnāt even fighting, he didnāt seem to like him very much so he didnāt understand why heād have him around more than necessary. He scanned the crowd around them, and noticed a man who was looking in their direction- or more accurately, directly at Wren. He was tall and dark haired, maybe a little older than Cain was, wearing what had to be an expensive black suit, the jacket folded over his arm. His heart sank when the man started waking towards them, as he got close, his eyes lingered on Wren for a moment, before he turned his attention to Cain.
āCain,ā He started, trying to get his attention, but Cain seemed to be blatantly ignoring him. āCainā¦ Mr. Whitaker.ā The man said, Cain finally directed his attention to him when he said the correct name.
āHm? Nicholas? Did you say something?ā Cain asked. Wren could see the corners of his mouth twitching, like he was holding back a smile, even as Nicholas looked completely unamused with him.
āIs this one yours?ā Nicholas asked, jumping straight to the point as he motioned to Wren. He looked at him again, and Wren felt his blood run cold under his gaze. He felt small, vulnerable, the way he looked at him with his stormy gray eyes made him feel like he was in danger.
āYep! I picked up little red here a few weeks ago.ā Cain said, Wren thought he sounded too proud of himself for purchasing another person. āHis name is Wren, heās going to be fighting tonight.ā Nicholas took his face in his gloved hand, tilting his chin up and forcing Wren to look at him. He turned his face from one side to another, like he was trying to determine his value from his appearance alone.
āFighting?ā He asked, his eyes narrowed as he studied his face. āYouāre going to make this pretty little thing here fight?ā Cain laughed at that, abruptly pulling Wren back from Nicholas by his leash. Despite the less than desirable way he went about it, Wren was just thankful to be even a step away from that man.
āHe may be cute, but Iāll tell you, this little guy knows what heās doing. It didnāt take long until he was taking down Zander!ā
āHm, Iām sure that did wonders for the muttās ego.ā Wren followed his gaze to Zander, who was glaring at him. He didnāt just look annoyed, Wren was surprised to see Zander looked furious. He didnāt think a simple comment like that would be enough to upset Zander so badly, and despite having no say in the matter, he felt guilty. He didnāt want to be compared to him, or to make him feel bad by just doing what he was told.
āAh, heās fine.ā Cain waved him off dismissively. āHeās starting to get really friendly with the little pup, itās adorable.ā
āOh yes, Iād bet heās become very friendly with him.ā Nicholas sneered, his eyes still locked on Zander, who growled. The sound startled Wren, he didnāt just sound angry, he sounded like an animal, like heād learned to make this noise out of necessity. Wren was looking at him with wide eyes, while Nicholas seemed largely unimpressed. āI remain fascinated by your decision to take this thing out without a muzzle.ā He told Cain, who snapped his fingers to get Zanderās attention.
āHey! Knock it off.ā He ordered him, and while Zander quit growling, he was still glaring at Nicholas. āAre you still mad about last time?ā Cain asked Nicholas, āI mean, that one was kind of your fault, you know how he gets when you grab his face.ā This seemed to finally get some reaction out of Nicholas, no matter how subtle, his eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Cain, scowling at him.
āI think the blame lies with the person who failed to train him.ā He said coldly. Wren wondered what happened last time, he wondered who Nicholas even was. He seemed to have some history with Cain, but Wren could tell, it definitely wasnāt good. Before Cain could reply, Vanessa cleared her throat, reminding the group that she was still there.
āI would genuinely love to watch you two continueā¦ this. But we should probably be going now.ā She told Cain. āDonāt wanna be late for the pupās first fight, right?ā
āRight- yes, if youāll excuse us, we need to get going.ā He told Nicholas. Wren could tell he was trying to make it sound like leaving was his idea, as if Nicholas wasnāt standing right there when Vanessa spoke.
āOf course.ā Nicholas said, stepping aside so they could pass through. āI look forward to seeing it then.ā Cain tugged his leash, leading him away, while Vanessa followed with Zander. Wren could feel Nicholasā eyes on him again, and he glanced up just in time to see Zander snap at him, startling the man into taking another step back. Nicholas glared at him but Zander grinned, satisfied with intimidating the man.
What the fuck is he thinking? He asked himself, unable to understand why he would risk punishment like that. Surely he knew by now that behaving this way would do nothing to benefit himself, right?
As they made their way back to that elevator, it once again hit Wren full force what he was walking into. It was his turn, he wasnāt just going to watch this time, he was expected to perform- and to perform well. He thought about Zanderās punishment for losing a fight and nearly shuddered. He was determined to avoid the same fate, but at the same time, he didnāt even know who heād be up against. Sure heād managed to beat Zander, but that was after weeks of practice, and the man was clearly burnt out. What would happen to him against a fighter in better condition? He knew full well that people had lost their lives in this ring, and now he was going to subject himself to potentially the same fate? Not for the first time since he agreed to all this, he wondered if he was crazy.
They arrived at the underground complex, this time Vanessa went ahead with Zander while Cain stayed with Wren, leading him through the crowds. Sometimes heād greet people as they passed by, many of them giving questioning looks towards Wren. He knew he didnāt appear physically cut out for this, not compared to Zander, or the other fighters he saw, but he wished theyād stop looking at him that way. Cain took him to a door where a man was standing outside, he nodded at Cain when he arrived.
āFinally gettinā rid of Zander?ā He asked, as Cain handed Wrenās leash to him.
āNot yet- though I might if little red here performs well.ā He said, and the man laughed.
āYouāll be lucky if he comes out in one piece!ā He said, doing nothing to ease Wrenās nerves.
Cain reminded him to be good, and then left him with that man, Wren following after him as he took him through the door. The hallway before him was dimly lit, with cells lining each side. There were other people in these cells, he was put in one closer to the door they came in through. The man unclipped the leash from his collar before closing the barred door, locking it with a key.
āYouāll wait here for your turn. It might be a while so I suggest you get comfortable- and remember to take your shoes off before you go out.ā He told him, and Wren nodded quickly.
āY-yes sirā¦ā He said quietly. He still wasnāt entirely sure when he was and wasnāt supposed to speak, but no shock came from his collar, and the man seemed to approve of his response. He looked him up and down again, Wren could tell he wasnāt impressed with what he saw.
āGood luck out there, pup. Youāre certainly gonna need it.ā He said, before walking away, back through that door. Wren looked around the barren cell, it was even smaller than the one heād been kept in at the pound. He could hear movement and murmurs from the other cells, but nobody was really speaking, in fact most of the noise was coming from above him. He looked up at the ceiling, he wondered what the exact layout of this place even was. He made a mental note to ask Zander later, heād been here longer, maybe he would know.
He resigned himself to waiting, and sat down on the floor, going ahead and pulling his shoes and socks off, tucking his socks into his shoes before setting them aside. Zander had already told him what to expect, that a āhandlerā would come and retrieve him once it was his turn, heād be led out to the ring by them. Once there, he would be locked inside with his opponent, there would be no escape until the fight had been won. The lights would be bright and hot, it would be loud, but he would have to focus entirely on the fight, getting distracted was dangerous. Heād taken him by the shoulders the night before and looked him in the eye, his expression dead serious as he told him that he would have to be cruel. There was no such thing as a āfairā fight down here, nothing was off limits, hesitation, mercy, sympathy, all that would just cost him the fight. Wren told him that he understood, but he still wasnāt sure of himself. It sounded a lot easier said than done.
Wrenās anxiety rose as the noise above him got louder and louder, from the other end of the hallway he could hear the crowd growing. He told himself that it would be okay, that he could do this, heād volunteered for this after all. He had to believe that it would turn out alright, heād already seen the cost of failure. He wasnāt going to let the same thing happen to him, if he could help it.
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Blunt force trauma is honestly so underrated in whump. Concussed whumpee after Whumper knocked them out - whumpee getting free and knocking Whumper out! Broken bones and bruises, getting thrown to the floor or into walls.. ough, it's just all so lovely! Treat your whumpee like their bones are a suggestion y'all. It's good for them
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It's been [insert preferred timeline] since Whumpee disappeared when Caretaker gets a call from Whumper. No beating around the bush, no taunting. Whumper says exactly where Whumpee is and that they should hurry if they want to find them alive.
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