Whumpee tried to protest, but pulling against their restraints proved fruitless as Whumper effortlessly pulled their glasses off of their face.
"Aw, you're kinda cute without your glasses on. Have you ever considered contacts?" Whumper chuckled.
"Give them back please, I-I need them..."
"Yeah no kidding.." Whumper wiped away some of the blood that had caked on the glasses and slid them on. "Good lord, you really can't see anything without these, can you? You're blind as a bat, this is dreadful."
Whumpee flushed angrily and shut their eyes tight, pretending the world around them hadn't become a blurred, indecipherable mess. "They're not that bad..."
"Oh yeah?" Whumper gingerly removed the glasses and twirled them around on their finger. "So you don't really need these then?"
"Wait, I didn't mean-"
Whumpee's eyes snapped open, in just enough time to watch as whumper bent the frames, bent them hard, until they caved to the pressure and snapped in half at the bridge.
"No! What the fuck are you doing??" He watched in disbelief as they fell to the floor, followed by whumper's foot crushing them to smithereens and grinding away any salvageable remains under their heel.
"There we go, much better. And already..." They cupped whumpee's chin in their hand and wiped a tear away from his cheek. "Those pretty blue eyes are so much nicer like this." They tilted their chin side to side, eyeing him carefully. "Shiny, unobstructed. So full of emotion, you can't hide anything from me, not even your fear..."
Whumpee hadn't even noticed he'd started tearing up, it hardly mattered. Everything was blurry enough as it was, the only thing close enough that he could make out was the face of his tormentor. Much too close. "Fuck you! Fuck, I can't- I can't see...why..."
"That's alright, you're not going to need to see much of anything anymore." Whumper playfully tussled their hair before standing back. "I'm the only thing you're going to need to worry about for a long time. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll see me coming. Glasses or not."
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All eyes on them. It was just a small mistake, but that'd been enough to gain the attention of the party. Carrying glasses of drinks around was quite the balancing act, and with the way he was still sore, he was hardly surprised when a twinge of pain caused him to drop the platter. Glass shards scattered and the clatter escaped no one's notice, especially that of whumper.
"Whumpee, what are you doing? You should really be more careful, what if someone gets hurt?"
"Im sorry, ma'am." Whumpee muttered, already on his knees trying to clean up the mess.
"Take off your shoes."
Whumpee looked back and forth between people, now all of whom were staring at him. "Right here, right now?"
"You know I'm not going to ask twice."
Whumpee begrudgingly removed his shoes, hearing the snickers from around him which he tried to ignore. He knew he'd get no sympathy from this particular crowd.
"Good, now I want to you sweep up that glass, and deposit anything you pick up in your shoes. Put them back on when you're done, and you can continue serving our guests."
Whumpee's face fell, eyes now glued to the floor. "I-I...yes, ma'am." He knew there was no point in refusing. Keeping his eyes down as he carefully scooped up the glass remains with his hands. One handful at a time, he started dumping them into his shoes while trying to make it as flat as he possibly could. Thankfully, most people had gone back to their quiet conversations, but he could still feel some eyes boring into him as he carefully slid his feet back into his shoes.
Despite his best efforts, he could feel the glass shift and crack further under his weight. With the relentless stabbing in the soft skin of his feet even through the socks, he knew he'd be bleeding. Probably a few new scars to add to the mix as well. He winced as he tried to take a few steps forward, each more painful than the last. He could already spy guests across the room, guzzling down beverages just so they could watch him stumble and try to refill their glasses. It was going to be a long evening...
"Why are you doing this to me?" Whumpee mumbled quietly, a broken heap on the floor "I didn't do anything to you, I don't know who you are. Please just...please let me go. I won't tell anyone. "
Whumper chuckled, sitting in their plastic folding chair, baseball bat nestled comfortably under their chin.
"Isn't it exciting, whumpee? This...this is something neither of us has done before. Who knows what's going to happen?"
The bright smile painted on their face sent shivers down whumpee's spine. They tried to inch away as whumper scooched closer, but a foot stamped on their already broken hand stopped them dead in their crawl eliciting a pitiful whine.
"Maybe someone will come and find you here, I'm sure I made a mistake or two along the way. And-and surely you have some people who care about you?" Whumper ground their foot down, ignoring the whining and pained groaning and focusing on the movement of shifting bones under their foot.
"Maybe they'll come and find you instead of the police, and wouldn't that be dramatic? And if I got caught, boy I think I'd go to prison for life. Wouldn't that be an exciting adventure? Or maybe..."
Whumper stood from their chair, yanking whumpee from the ground and tossing them harshly against the concrete wall. Before whumpee could even find their footing, whumper had a firm grip around their throat, holding them there.
"...maybe I'll kill you before anyone gets to find you. It would be so easy for me.." Whumper experimentally squeezed, watching whumpee's face tun red and clawing at his hand, before he relaxed his grip.
"Such an easy decision for me...and a permanent result for you. I've never even taken a life before, so many things that I've never done before. This uncertainty, neither of us know what the future holds... I have to thank you whumpee." Whumper's grip tightened again, cutting off whumpee's airway once more.
"You really call that begging?" Whumper lashed out, striking whumpee square in the face and sent them crashing into the concrete wall.
"That's pathetic, I'm almost insulted that you'd think thats anywhere near acceptable." Whumpee whimpered as Whumper took a fistful of their hair and whirled them back around to face them.
"If you want to beg, then beg. Don't ever waste my time with that pathetic shit again. Get on your knees, and put your fucking back into it."
Whumpee hadn't eaten in days, hadn't spoken to another living soul. The rain set a chill deep in their bones, but they couldn't complain about the rare sip of water provided by the weather. Their cheap clothes clung to their skin, practically glued there from the grime, rain, and sweat. Their back ached, constant and pulsing with no reprieve and no space to shift. The sensation of their arms and legs shaking under their own weight was something they'd just grown to accept and they stood on their arms and knees.
When Whumper told them they weren't worth more than the dirt on their shoe, they hadn't expected to be treated like a literal doormat.
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"Lucky, lucky, lucky..."
The words echoed in their head, the last words he remembered hearing from Sebastian before he passed out in the backseat of some car. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and groaning. His head was throbbing but he felt...warm? Comfortable, even. He looked around to his surprise to find he had been laid in bed, a nice, cushy bed. Probably more comfortable than anything he had at home, it would be so little effort to just fall back asleep...no. No he needed to stay awake, needed to be aware of his surroundings.
He wasn't sure if he was expecting a dungeon, a prison cell or some sort of bunker, but definitely not this. The room was nicely decorated, dark red walls and furniture placed about with a dark oak finish. It almost reminded of him of a chocolate bar, dark chocolate with raspberry filling...no. Now was not the time to get distracted. Most importantly, he saw a door. A door that sat slightly ajar, just enough for light to spill in from the hallway. A way out?
Whumpee threw off the covers on his bed, prepared to get up and take off only to notice a metal cuff locked firmly around his ankle. He groaned, following the chain with his eyes to the foot of the bed. He tugged at it experimentally, but it was no use. Not like it mattered, there was no way getting out of here would be that easy. He looked to his side, hoping for a key or a tool, anything only to find something unexpected by his bedside. Sitting on the nightstand, a vase with a bouquet of red and white roses, a little stuffed pig, a small opaque bottle with a white cap, and a little card with the word Lucky written in neat cursive on the front.
"Lucky, huh?" Whumpee mumbled to themself, reaching over and opening the card. The handwriting on the inside was just as neat as the outside, he would've thought it was typed had it not been for the fanciful calligraphy used to sign the end.
"Dear Lucky, I hope you enjoy the accommodations you've been provided. If you're reading this, you've woken and I can imagine you're quite confused. A few things to note: the small, rotund fellow on the nightstand is all yours. You may find it comforting to hold him at night, he's quite delightful. Another recommendation for your nighttime activities, lies in that bottle. I strongly recommend taking one of those pills each night before you go to sleep. When you run out, they will be refilled. Upon your waking, I will be notified and I will come to see you at my earliest convenience and clear up many questions that you may have.
See you soon! - Sebastian"
"What a load of shit..." Lucky mumbled, tossing the card off to the side. As it fluttered to the ground, he caught a glance of movement out of the corner of his eye, just outside the door. Was he being watched?
"Hey! Hey asshole, get back here!!" Lucky called out. In a fit of passion, he tried to run towards the door only to fall flat on his face. He felt his ankle twist at an uncomfortable ankle, wrenching a cry from his lips.
"Well if I had known you liked the floor more than the bed, I'd have gotten you a futon or something." That same voice from before, from last night at the theater, came from the other side of the door, now pushing his way in with a playful grin.
Lucky rolled their body, trying to catch a glimpse of their captor but only succeeded in agitating their ankle further. "Fuck! Fuck...and fuck you too, actually." He grumbled.
"No need to be so hostile. Here, let me help." Sebastian rolled his eyes, strolling over and pulling Lucky back onto the bed, ignoring their flailing arms and attempts to fight them back. "You've barely just got here and you've already hurt yourself, not a great start."
"I don't need your help." Lucky shifted as far away from them as he could, but found he couldn't move very far as the man had now taken a seat on the edge of the bed. "What I need, is for you to let me go from wherever the hell we are. Now."
"Actually, you're going to be relying on me for a lot of things. So if you would just be quiet for a second and let me explain-"
"I'm not going to be relying on you for shit!" Lucky interrupted. "I want my phone back, I want to be driven back to the theater, and I want-mmf?!?"
Sebastian lashed out, covering his mouth with a gloved hand and smacking his head hard back against the headrest. "I said, be quiet. If you can't figure it out on your own, then I guess I'll help you."
Lucky struggled under their grip, trying to pull their grasp away, but it was no use. He felt something slither between his lips amidst his struggle and, to his surprise, Sebastian suddenly let go.
"You fucking freak, what's wrong with you??" Lucky yelled.
Or rather, that's what he would've yelled.
He found his tongue stilled in his mouth, despite his efforts to speak. Hell, his mouth wouldn't even open. What the hell did he do? Lucky glared, with as much anger as he could muster, but Sebastian only smiled.
"That is much, much better." Sebastian hummed, "Gives us a moment to chat properly now, hm? There's a lot to discuss."
The sentence rang out clear in the silent auditorium, and hushed crowd murmured in excitement. Part of the show? Not quite.
"My apologies, I know you were all expecting a rather entertaining show tonight, but believe me when I say this ought to be much, much better." The disembodied voice rang through the speakers on either side of the stage.
"In this audience, five of your chairs has been rigged to set off the explosives set under this building as soon as the weight leaves it. I have been able to confirm that all three chairs have, in fact, been activated and are currently weighed down. If any of you move a muscle, you risk destroying not only yourselves, but that of everyone else in this building. Understand?"
More murmurs throughout the crowd, uncomfortable shifting. No one got up, what was going on? Was this real? Around the room, speckles of light started to appear in the dimmed room, people making calls.
"Is anyone else's calls going through?"
"I can't get a signal..."
"What the hell is going on here?"
The hushed whispers slowly turned into a worried din, an air of quiet panic settled in the crowd.
"Now that you've had a moment to come to terms with your situation..." the voice on the speaker spoke up again, after a long, long pause.
"One of you lucky, lucky folks, will be coming home with me tonight. I will rescue you from this predicament, all I need is a volunteer. Any takers? Simply raise your hand."
The din of panic started to morph into outrage, yelling, confusion.
"No volunteers? I'm disappointed. I was considering letting the rest of you go, but seeing as that's not the case, I'll choose at random. How about..."
Silence for a moment from the speakers, and then suddenly, a bright spotlight shone down from the stage, into the audience.
"Huh?" Whumpee shielded their eyes against the bright light shining in their face. Every eye in the audience was now on them, but still the vitriol and shouting continued. Were they yelling at him? What was going on?
"You, lucky audience member in the spotlight! I have fantastic news for you. I can confirm that your seat is not one of the five rigged to explode. You should count yourself very lucky indeed, you can leave this place! Run now, out of your seat and to the exits. I'll be waiting for you."
Whumpee looked around in confusion. Was it really okay for them to get up? What if they were lying? Were any of them really in any danger? He sat in his seat, shifting uncomfortably. Several moments passed, nothing changing aside from the panicked individuals around him shouting helplessly. Once again, the speakers crackled to life.
"Okay, I'm getting tired of waiting. I'm going to give you a timer of 30 seconds, your ass better be through those doors in the back or I'm blowing this place sky high. I hope you're a fast runner~"
"30 seconds?" Whumpee's eyes went wide. There was no timer, nothing to indicate how much time he had left before...
"Fuck it." Whumpee groaned, leaping out of his seat. He didn't have to grab his coat or any of his belongings that had been in the seat next to him, just bolting for the door. Up the stairs, he tried to keep time in his head but the panic scrambled his head. How much time did he have left? He didn't even have time to process that his seat really hadn't been rigged to explode or anything crazy, it didn't matter. He lost count in his head, was time moving faster? Slower? He threw himself through the exit doors, tripping into the theater lobby and falling flat on his face.
"Wow, you really are a fast runner." Whumpee looked up to find sharply dressed man, The disembodied voice from before now given a body, standing tall in the entrance of the lobby. A sharply dressed man looked from his watch to the man on the floor.
"Who the hell are you?"
"My name is Sebastian Hawkins, but you can call me sir." The man replied, offering a hand. Whether it was to shake or help him up, whumpee couldn't tell, nor did he care.
He got up on his own, inching backwards towards the front door. "I-I'm gonna call the police! Don't fucking touch me, I will scratch your damn eyes out."
"You're apprehensive...no no you're fearful." The man retracted his hand as he moved forward. Whumpee inched back till they hit- the wall? He thought sure he'd been moving to the exit but it didn't matter as before he knew, Sebastian had closed the distance between the two of them. He was trapped.
"You don't quite know what's going on. I love that... you have beautiful fear, you know? I could smell it from a mile away, that's why I chose you. They're going to be stuck in there for a little while..." Sebastian ran a gloved hand down the side of their face, feeling them shiver under his touch. Whumpee wanted to move, wanted to run. This was just supposed to be a fun night at the theater, why did this have to happen? He found himself frozen, unable to reply as he stared into the uncaring eyes of the man before him.
"You can come with me, I've got a car waiting outside. You really are lucky you know." Sebastian backed off, grabbing a hold of whumpee's shirt and pulling them towards the door. "You know, I think that's what I'll call you, Lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky..." he played with the word on his tongue as he dragged the terrified man out behind him. This would be more than sufficient for what he needed.
Whumpee was tired. So, so tired....but it was okay. Whumper said they could sleep after they finished shining the shoes. And cleaning the kitchen. Polishing the weaponry, hand washing the delicates, sorting the paperwork, tending the garden...
Whumpee slumped backwards against the wall, staring at the clock on the wall stuck on 2am in the morning. It was looking to be another sleepless night.
