#immobilization

In the beginning, it would just be something easy enough to brush off.

"Hey Caleb, I need to pick up this call, sorry. I'll be back in a few."

"Oh, I have an event that day. Can we go to the theme park a few days later?"

Yes. Of course. He understood you had your own agendas.

He couldn't always hog up all of your time—as much as he wanted to. You always made sure to make it up to him too, so all was fine and well.

Then it slowly started to grow. Last minute cancellations, because you realised you had forgotten a deadline was actually due that day. Excuses for your absenteeism whenever Caleb dropped by Linkon, only managing a brief kiss and an apologetic look on your face, showing how bad you felt. He didn't like that.

There were times you couldn't even manage to go to Skyhaven, even though you always said you missed him.

But did you, really?

Did you actually want to see and meet up with him, making up for all the lost times as much as he wanted it too?

Or was Caleb becoming more of an afterthought you'd only think of once your never ending pile of work was done—which seemed to be less frequent? Many occasions there were that included Caleb feeling a sort of agitation run up his veins, the kind that he never wanted to show around you. Yet it was becoming more prominent, an annoyance pulsating through his body.

His patience, admittedly, was running thin and thinner. The last straw was when you couldn't even pick up his calls anymore. His texts? All left on seen.

As busy as you were, replying to him was the bare minimum. Answering his calls and letting him hear your voice was the least you could do.

This was no way to treat your brother. He gave you the freedom you kept begging him for, so why were you misusing it? Now you were going against his words, taking away promises—leaving him all alone to be a fool.

Maybe he should've been more strict with you after all.

On this night where he finally held you captive, pinning you down on the bed of the room he gave you in his house—the room that used to belong to him—he was going to remind you that you were still his too.

And even if you wanted to struggle, he would just take it as an act of defiance. Since you were never the easiest to tame. Until your voice remembered how to tremble upon seeing and hearing him, Caleb would continue to keep you as is. Trailing his fingers along your jaw, down the column of your neck, light pressure on both sides of your neck as a threat.

"Ge- I'm sorry, okay? I've been so busy and-"

"And that somehow gave you the confidence to disrespect me," He cut you off, an off smirk on his lips, twisting your words into something more vile and out of your mind, "it seems to me that you've forgotten who I am, so a reminder needs to be done."

You shivered, hairs raised. "Caleb, let's just talk this out. Please…?"

He looked down on you, a stare that was ever piercing. It was cold and harsh as brisk wind, but you saw the tiniest crack hidden beneath the potency of purple disguised as black.

You had to dive in and crack it more while you could.

"I'm really sorry for not responding to your texts or picking up your calls," you explained with a rush, trying to not squirm at the feel of his broad hand beginning to explore under your shirt, "in truth, I was just tired and I didn't want you to see me like that. I wanted to still appear as the cheerful little sister you adore and rightfully deserve. Same goes for all of our missed dates, all the times I couldn't welcome you properly as you dropped by, all the missed opportunities for me to come see you here. I just really, really fucked up, gege."

Caleb had your shirt fully lifted up by now, above your chest where he began fondling with your chest. He flicked your nipples, igniting a reaction out of you. It was like all the words you poured out for a sliver of his sympathy just went through one ear and out from the other.

"You're aware of your mistakes," he acknowledged that much. "Good."

But the real fear started to kick in when his thumbs hooked onto the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them down in one fell swoop.

You panicked. "Gege, not this— please, please…!"

"Shh, behave." His voice was oddly calm. Against your pounding heart, he sounded as if he was just putting down a rabid puppy that liked to bite. It was the lack of emotion that terrified you more; the inability to guess what he was thinking.

"There's just no other way to teach you, baby sis."

He did not even give you a fair warning. The crudeness of your brother always came at the cost of your body. His lips that pressed insistently against yours were enough to silence your cries, as together with his hands that pulled you closer to his crotch, a bulging outline which made you tense up, and he felt it.

The taste of your terror was the sweetest kind he indulged in, as he took you with force. Everything he missed about you—he acted with greed. This was how he forgived you for all the times lost; by remembering how you couldn't push him away. His cock filled in every inch of you, and you screamed about it. Your own hands shielding your crying face, unable to resist his thrusts that were too much.

"No, no— stop, it hurts so much…nhn…"

Caleb laughed.

He laughed, with all the audacity he gathered from your pleas, right into your face, pupils shrinking.

"I don't wanna hear any more of that from you. This is what you owe me, remember?"

Lifting your hips, his thrusts began to hit deep, meeting the start of your cervix. "We're just bonding and spending time together as we always should be."

The last thing that went through your functioning mind was the tight grasp of his hands on both your ankles, and then a sharp pain that pierced through your flesh and went right into your bones—

*crack*

Maybe you had screamed for help just then.

Maybe you had just went silent.

You couldn't recall even if you tried. Nothing but endless white was left in your thoughts. And it seemed that after so much struggling, your body gave in and finally grew limp.

Caleb could do whatever now. You wouldn't fight back. He fed you with his seed, over and over. Until it spilled out of your gaping hole, and you failed to react. The kisses he left on your lips were met with no response either.

Your legs were numb. No sensation was left to be felt in them. And somehow, the rest of you decided to act the same, as if it was mourning together with the loss.

Only, just barely, could you register the sound of your voice—whatever was left of it, as you tried one last word.

"Ge…ge…"

Caleb stood up, leaving you in the violent mess of his affection; white and red.

"I'm here."

He locked the door, making sure you were too.

“They’re going to catch me soon,” Whumper murmured, his voice just as light as the touch that snaked its way down their spine, the little involuntary shivers that followed the only movement Whumpee was capable of. “We don’t have much longer together. I bet you’re happy about that, huh? You get to go back to your life.”

It was too good to be true. Contrary to Whumper’s words, a pit of dread yawned open in their gut. What was Whumper going to do to them if he was losing his chance? Mutilate them? Kill them?

“I’ve been thinking very hard about what to give you as a parting gift. Something to make up for the time we’ll miss together. And I think I’ve settled on the perfect thing.”

Whumper hugged them from behind, and Whumpee wanted to scream. They couldn’t, their jaw, tongue, and vocal chords all lax and immovable. Get off me. Don’t fucking touch me. Stop. Stop!

“Have you ever heard of chronic pain?” Whumper asked. He thankfully backed off, but now he was absentmindedly playing with a lock of Whumpee’s hair. “Of course, you can’t answer. I bet your pain seems pretty ‘chronic’ right now,” he laughed, “but that’s only because I keep inflicting it, over and over. After we’re parted, you’ll heal, and you and your body will forget all about me. But with chronic pain, it doesn’t go away. It just keeps on hurting and hurting and hurting, even after the wound’s all healed. It’s a little trick on the nerves.”

He leaned in close. “And every time you feel that pain, every hour of every day, that’ll be me, hurting you, even when we’re apart.”

Tears leaked out the corners of Whumpee’s eyes, the only outward sign they’d taken in Whumper’s words at all. No! You can’t do this to me! Stay away! Somebody help me!

“I’ll be very careful, Whumpee. I’ve done my research. Only the nerves, only that nice hurt, I won’t touch your functioning. You’ll walk away from this, but every step will hurt, and with every step, I’ll be there,” Whumper crooned. “That’s why I had to give you that paralytic, so you’d be nice and still for me. Though I do like you this way. Maybe I’ll keep feeding you those until they find us.”

The blade of a scalpel touched Whumpee at the spine.

“Now, let’s begin.”

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Mark stumbled back. “Yes, ow, Amy said she spoke with you.” Mark didn’t seem surprised and that honestly pissed Jack off more. He went for another blow but it seemed Mark was having none of it. He stopped Jack’s hand mid punch as if it were nothing. 

“Let’s have a chat before you hit me again, okay? Can I offer you a drink perhaps?” Jack didn’t say anything as he wrenched his hand out of Dark’s. “Alright, no drinks then.” He turned and led Jack into the suite. 

“I sent the others away for the next few days so we have this all to ourselves. Meaning you can speak freely and so can I.” Mark explained. 

“You were fucking there.” Jack was barely keeping it together as it was. 

“Right to the point then.” Mark started making himself a drink. “You are, mostly right. I found you that night. But that’s all. I didn’t know about you or the operations until about a week before we attacked.”

“That’s not what Amy said.”

Mark’s lip curled into almost a snarl. “I had heard rumors, nothing more. Nothing concrete.” 

“Then you kept tabs on me. You dropped me off to Amy.” Jack hissed.

“Amy is one of my top generals. I trusted her to look after you. You were free to leave-“

“I was sixteen where the fuck was I gonna go?” Jack roared. 

Mark set down the drink. “I looked for your family.” Jack scoffed but Mark continued. “And I found them.”

“Then you just know all about me don’t you?” Jack demanded. Mark was lucky he’d put the island in between them or Jack would’ve hit him again. 

“I know enough.” 

“Well fuck off!” Jack snarled. He gripped the edge of the island to stop himself from launching over it. 

“No.” Mark went back to making his drink, seemingly unconcerned. 

“You have done nothing but manipulate me the entire time I’ve known you,” Jack scoffed. 

“I have not. I nudged you in the direction, but you were free to choose what you wanted to do. We’ve had no direct contact until last year when Amy called me in to rescue you from that john with the spreader bar.” Mark finished making his drink and finally looked at him. 

“I have to know, did you know what happened to me?” 

“I had a hunch. You are not the first I’ve looked into. But you are the first in a while I was able to get out alive,” Mark said as he took a sip from his drink. “That group is large and dangerous and we make it a habit of keeping tabs on those that survive.”

“Why? Did you want to use me for your own gain? Cause I hate to break it to you it didn’t fucking work. I’m no use to you.” Jack didn’t know why a smile crept onto his face. Maybe it was the fact that all of Mark’s planning and manipulations had come to nothing. Sure Mark had fucked him, but that was definitely mutual so he didn’t feel like Mark was getting more out of it. 

Now it was Mark’s turn to laugh. It was deep and emotionless. It seemed to reverberate throughout the apartment. Jack was suddenly very unsure of himself. More unsure than he’d ever been in Mark’s presence. 

“Mark?” He whispered the name and his breath came out in a puff. It was suddenly freezing in there. “Wha-“ he was cut off by his own shivers. 

“No, call me Dark. Like I told you to. And You aren’t the only one to have gone through that process,” Dark said calmly. 

“What are you talking about?” Jack was shaking and he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or fear. 

“The little tests.” Dark twitched. “The torture.” He put his hand on the table as if to steady himself. “I recommend you leave and we will continue this another time.” He let out another laugh though this one sounded a bit more pained. 

The lights started to dim and Jack searched the room, he realized shadows were growing to cover the windows. 

“What tests? Those, those weren’t tests?” Jack no longer felt confident about the two worst years of his life. “They were just torture.”

“Believe what you want. But they were, and it worked.” Dark straightened and something was very wrong. “If it didn’t work, you wouldn’t still be alive.”

Jack shrunk on himself. What the fuck was he in for. The shadows seemed to be coming from Mark, or Dark. But, that, that wasn’t possible.  

“It’s possible your powers haven’t manifested. Yet. Amy’s had to be triggered. Ethan can’t control his.” The weight of Dark’s gaze fell on him. It was like the void looking at him, soulless black eyes that held no pity. 

“If you couldn’t tell, I control shadows. Some other more in depth things than that as well but it’s the basics. It’s  clear you didn’t know the extent of their goals. You were taken by a fairly small faction. It makes sense you wouldn’t know all the details that came along with it.” Dark made a move and suddenly he was right next to Jack. 

Jack yelped and jerked away from him, falling to the floor in his haste. 

“There are drawbacks to using these powers of course.” Dark took a step towards him and Jack scrambled away from him. The shadows seemed to grip and claw at him. “My drawback is the darkness is difficult to control and makes it a bit more all consuming. Makes it very hard to stop.” His voice was almost a pur. 

“Dark, I think you should come back to yourself now,” Jack said shakily, scooting away from him. 

“Hmm, no.” Dark had what Jack could only describe as a sadistic smile on his face. “You see I’ve been nice, I’ve been kind, I’ve been patient with you Jack. But you have done nothing but turn around and ignore me, insult me, and all over piss me off.”

Jack scrambled out of the way as a shadow tried to grab his leg. 

“Tell me more about these experiments!” Jack yelped. His heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to maneuver the unfamiliar space. 

He saw and heard Dark crack his neck. “You don’t want to know about them, you experienced them. You want to know about how they affect you. Right?” 

He wasn’t really wrong. But Jack was too busy dodging a shadow to respond. 

“They affect all people differently. The ones that survive at least. You seemed like a fighter. I had to let them finish one last one before I stepped in.” Dark said casually. 

“What!” Jack stopped short. And there was the opportunity Dark must’ve been waiting for. Shadows clung to his legs holding him in place. When he realized and tried to pull at them his arms were locked as well. He was trapped. 

“The final week is the most important.” Dark slowly made his way over to Jack. “It’s the week you may die but it’s the week that unlocks your powers. Amy was confident you would survive. But it was my call to wait on the rescue.” He stopped directly in front of Jack. 

“You son of a bitch!” Jack growled. 

“Now, now, calm down. Aren’t you glad it all meant something. Imagine going through that and it meaning nothing more than the suffering of others for nothing. This gave you something. We just have to unlock it now.” Dark raised his hand and a tentacle-like shadow wrapped around his throat. 

There was a bang on the door that caused Jack to jump and Dark to pause. 

“I thought it would take them longer,” Dark muttered. 

The door burst open with Tyler crashing through it. Dark sighed and put his hands up before stepping back. Tyler didn’t appear to care that Dark was in a “non-threatening” position. He stormed over to Dark and forced his hands behind him and kept them there with enough force to make Dark wince. 

“Jack, close your eyes, Ethan, could really use some light about now,” Tyler said in a harsh tone. 

“Working on it!” Ethan snapped. 

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He squeezed his eyes shut and not a moment too soon. He felt more than saw a giant ball light up the room.

The shadows melted away and he heard Dark hiss. 

“It’s okay to open your eyes,” Ethan said, much closer than he had been a moment before. “Tyler, deal with Dark, I’ll be right there.” Jack opened his eyes to see Ethan glance over at Tyler as he forced a very resistant Dark out of the room. 

“Sorry, we got back as soon as my alerts went off that someone was using their powers in the house. And since Dark was the only one here, we figured it wasn’t good,” Ethan explained. 

“I can manipulate light, usually to make illusions. Tyler basically becomes a god, he’s super strong and can’t feel pain. We also think there’s a healing factor but we can’t know for sure.” Ethan continued when Jack just looked at him. “Amy can manipulate emotions. Her own and others. Usually she’s the one to deal with him like this but she’s too far out to deal with this so we’ll bring him back. You should probably go though. It can get pretty hard to watch.” 

Jack nodded somewhat numbly. 

“Talk to Amy, I’m calling you a cab. It’ll take you back,” Ethan said pulling up the Uber app. 

“I’ll see ya later Jack.” Ethan pressed a kiss to his cheek and Jack had to wonder what it meant. They’d all done it before. 

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