Okay so I have finally gotten around to writing my own whump! Yay! Hope you enjoy!

There is something deeply wrong in his leg, Jami knows this. But messing up his leg is the last thing from his mind as he crawls away from them. If they find him, a broken leg potentially wrenched out of place will be the very least of his worries.  He pulls himself through the garbage scattered about in the dark, nearly crying out when a cat hisses at him from the other side of the dingy lit alley. 

His blood runs cold at the sound of far too cheerful whistling echoing down the alley to his ears. Wayne Kross. His heartbeat picks up. If Wayne found him. . . 

“Jaaaammiiiiii,” Their voice takes on a sing-song tone as they stride ever closer and closer to the alley, secluded between a closed restaurant and a rundown apartment complex. 

Jami’s eyes dart around for a hiding spot, eyes landing on a garbage bin three feet from their face. The black plastic lid had been torn off and it rested on it’s side, the opening so, so close. Hurriedly he crawled forward, loathing the noise that moving made, and maneuvered his bad leg in first. Wincing at the deep aching pain radiating from the fracture, he shoves the rest of himself as deep as he can manage in the damp, slimy container. 

Tears of pain slip past his closed eyes. He aches, deeply, not just the fucking fire clawing up his leg, but his entire body is pulsing in time with his heartbeat from a hundred bruises. He wishes he could at least clog his nose to hold off the putrid smell, his stomach threatening to rebel against his brain. As an afterthought he pulls an intact bag of garbage over most of the opening, blocking out the little light available, and hopefully any view of him from Whumper. 

“Come on out Jami, seriously this little game of yours won’t solve any of your problems.” The footsteps stop at the mouth of the alley, feet scraping to a stop on the paved ground. 

Jami holds their breath, in the hope that belated silence will amend for the racket of climbing into a fucking garbage can to escape a sadist! 

“Let’s have a nice chat, you and I.” Wayne continued striding closer, “I’ll make you a deal Jamsi, you crawl out of that lovely little trash receptacle,” Jami’s breath caught, “and come with me willingly.” They continued as they stopped close to the can, “and I’ll let you go after I’ve had my fun.” 

He took deep breaths of air, thick with god-knows-what, gulping it down as fear took hold of their mind. He can’t go back, not back to the cold room, with whips and knives decorating the walls like children’s art. Not back there. 

He whimpered from inside the only shelter he had against Wayne. He was going to be taken back whether it was dragged, kicking and screaming or willingly. Willingly. The thought turned his stomach to ice. But it was a thin hope of freedom.

“Deals only on for about,” a pause, “30 more seconds. You make me get my jeans dirty and you’ll die screaming,” a full body shudder is ripped from him at the threat, “or you can live screaming for like two weeks to a month or so, really depends really on how stressed I get. Your call.” 

Jami nearly kicked the inside of the garbage can in frustration, he wanted to scream,  he wanted to hit something. But most of all, he wanted to cry at how stupidly stupid and insane this entire situation is!

“By the way you’ve got 15 seconds before I drag you back by that broken leg.” Wayne remarked nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just say something worthy of pissing yourself over. 

Cursing themselves but desperate, Jami scrambled to get out of the garbage can as fast as humanly possible. Pushing aside the sticky plastic bag and whimpering at his leg, his stupid fucking leg. Dignity and silence be damned, he couldn’t just throw away the one chance he had at living through this. He emerged to see them standing above him with a smug smile they didn’t even try to hide. Bastard. 

“Knew you were smart, for a second I thought you were going to wait until the last possible second.” They crouched down in front of him, apparently uncaring about their footwear getting ruined by the sludge Jami was currently covered in. 

Jami glared up at them and their stupid self-satisfied face, resisting the strong urge to spit at them. Wayne only chuckled, breaking eye contact to drag their gaze over Jami’s beaten and exhausted body. He tried not to squirm away, like it would do anything to ward off Wayne’s gaze. He didn’t much like the hungry look in their eyes when they passed over their leg.

Suddenly Wayne stood, the movement pulling a sharp flinch from Jami. “Claude, bring him back to *shady location*.” With that Wayne turned from him as an impressively large figure filled Jami’s vision. He swallowed thickly in terror. “Oh, and get that filth off him. Don’t want him to get any infections, now do we?”