#devil's playground

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“The Devil's Playground at Dawn; Near the portal in E00085; Popular Mining Parallel; E00032,” 2020,

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i love how you put the word “try.” like we both knew damn well Killian’s torment is not ending anytime soon.

Taglist: @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams, @whumptakesthecake, @all-whumped-out, @distinctlywhumpthing, @painsandconfusion

CW: pet whump, captivity whump, choking, defiant whumpee, creepy/ intimate whumper, stabbing, failed escape, implied death

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What fucking luck.

The fact that this bastard was a goddamn billionaire yet still had cheap ass shackles for the people he kidnaps amuses Killian. After months-has it seriously been months that he’s been here?- of trying to break free of the chains restricting him only a few feet away from the brick wall in his cell, he finally broke free.

Killian rubbed his raw wrists, slightly wincing at the pain before getting to his feet. The first thing he did was stretch out his back, like he slept on the wrong side of the bed instead of a cold and cement floor with only a thin blanket (sometimes) for comfort.

After he was ready, he went straight for the door, but of fucking course it was locked. He cursed out of frustration and paced around for a bit, until he got an idea. He grabbed one of his chains and detached it from the wall, keeping it in a tight grip. He then put his back against the wall next to the door, preparing for an attack.

It wasn’t long before his cell door opened, and an unsuspecting Dave walked in a bowl of dog food.

He stopped and saw the vacant chains, then, underneath his breath, said, “Shit.”

Killian lunged from behind him, wrapping the chain around his neck and jumping onto his back. Dave dropped the bowl and flung his hands to neck, but Killian managed to be just strong enough to keep his grip.

Soon, Dave fell uncoincuous and the boy wasted no time in grabbing the man’s knife attached to his thigh and running straight out the door. He knew the layout of his captor’s building well enough, and was certain that he was in the basement level and needed to find an elevator. He dashed through the hallways, and it wasn’t long before someone noticed him and tried to take him down. Too bad Killian was a damn good runner.

As a few other men chased him, Killian easily outrun and dodged them when needed, even stabbing one of them in the leg with his knife when they got too close. He finally found the elevator, and was just enough distance away from his assailants to make it in when the doors closed.

Killian leaned against the wall in relief, panting slightly from his lack of breath lost while running. He smiled, thinking of the door’s opening into the lobby, where surely visitors or interns or even janitors would notice a skinny and dirty boy who had coincidentally been missing for months step out of the elevator. Luther could have no way of covering that up.

Unfortunately for him, the doors did not open out to the lobby. Killian’s triumphant smile quickly faded away when his eyes met his captor’s, who had four guards behind him.

“Going somewhere?” Luther asked, with a stupid smirk on his face.

“Oh, fuck this shit,” Killian breathed, but still aimed his knife in defense. All it took was a snap of Luther’s fingers and the guards were on him, bringing the boy down in seconds. He was then on his knees in front of his captor, who had stepped into the elevator and pressed the “B4” button.

“I believe I should invest in a straightjacket for you, pup. After your punishment, of course.”

“That isn’t going to help,” Killian spat. “I’m getting out of here, we both know it.”