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Some of my favorite tropes include:
š¦¹Ā° Ladies in whump!!!!
š¦¹Ā° Stoic/ defiant whumpees
š¦¹Ā° Submissive/ compliant whumpees
š¦¹Ā° Carewhumpers
š¦¹Ā° Creepy/ intimate whumpers
š¦¹Ā° Living weapon whump!!!!
š¦¹Ā° Army whump
š¦¹Ā° Med/ lab whump
š¦¹Ā° Yandere whumpers
š¦¹Ā° Sickfics!Sickfics!Sickfics!
š¦¹Ā° Stockholm Syndrome
š¦¹Ā° Drugging
š¦¹Ā° Psychological whump
š¦¹Ā° Autistic whumpees
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CW: female whumpee/ whumper, blood, hand whump, restraints, religious whump (Christianity adjacent), manipulation, compliant/ defiant whumpee, begging
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Tentacled chains suspended the air, thin and winding silver around her dangling fingers, palms tied together in a bloody prayer her lips were too numb to cash.
Her skin broke under the pressure of sharp spikes and the tight rings that held them in place. The metal clinked softly every time she shiftedāthe only noise in the vast silence while her knees bruised against the floor. Porcelain spectators were her only company, sat in drones, miniature statues all displaying the same grand person or various guardians said to be watching over her from a blocked stand. Their gaze like an ever-present reminder of every wrongdoing she had ever committed.
She had lost their guidance. Strayed too far. And now she was as valuable as a weed.
Her breath hung with dried tears as the smell of iron clung to the delicate bonds around her hands, bitter and assaulting her nose, covering her hands in blood that spilled down her wrist and landed at the feet of the statue they were strung from.
The statueās was bathed in yellow light cast from behindāthe only light in the room. It reflected off the smooth edges and hit the glossy marble walls encasing it, doubling the light impossibly. And if she squinted, they were one in the same. Blinding light keeping the figure flush against the pedestal while raining darkness expelled the other. The difference stark between the two. The suffering just as human.
But those were just echoed voices in her head. Clamoring one thing then that like a fog in the back of her mind, murky and thick but if you were to reach out your hands would come away empty. She could not trust those thoughts. She could not trust her own mind for fear of it's produce to be rotten.
Rusted hinges groaned open behind her. Soft steps inched towards her until a imposing figure came into view.
The woman was dressed in the same white lace she was, but they couldn't be more different from each other. Her garments where situated to sit delicately on her shoulders, clean and scrubbed of any impurity, obvious in her stone expression. Where the other was disheveled and stained with red weighing her clothes down, face wrinkled with sorrow on her lowly stand.
The woman's hands were composed behind her back as she looked over her and she wasn't sure if it was pity on her face or contempt. Both were one in the same, no?
āHave you repented?ā she asked, voice cold and collected. As if asking a trivial question. One she had repeated forā¦.how long has she been like this?
She nodded, body shaking and eyes feeling heavier than they should, threatening to close under the weight of the increasingly chilly room.
āThe righteous do not hide from confrontation.ā
She licked her lips, dry throat scratching her words, āY-yes.ā
A tilt of her head, āAnd do you think you have earned forgiveness.ā
Her mouth opened just to snap shut. She wanted to be forgiven more than anything. She's learned her lesson, she won't make the same mistake again. But claiming so out of personal desire was prideful.
Truth be told she wasn't sure if she was forgiven. The only voice in her head had been her own for so long, her mind barren and filled with nothing but senseless repentance.
āI see,ā the woman concluded. āThen I have no other choice,ā and with that she released her hands from behind her back, revealing a sharpened axe, wooden handle chipped while the blade held a crisp lighter line on the edge.
Her eyes widened, heartbeat lodged in her ears. Every fiber of her body was zeroed in on the blade resting so casually in the womanās hands. Her attention snapped up to the woman, who was as neutral as always, āWhat are you doing?ā her voice hitched on the words.
She held no concern, no haste in her tone, āIf you cannot receive forgiveness then your sinful hands shall be cut off.ā
The axe was aligned to her wrist. She yelped as the blade tickled her skin, dread pooling in her gut and turning the blood on her hands into ice, āStop! I have repented, I have sought forgiveness!ā She tugged harshly at the restraints, wailing as the spikes drove into her hands and pooled more blood, chain snapping to attention as she yanked, nevertheless keeping her perfectly in place for the slaughter.
āAnd yet you have found none,ā came the reply.
āBut I've tried!ā
āAnd yet,ā the womanās jaw tightened, eyes narrowing with a color of frustration she had never seen before, āyou have found none. You have squandered the mercy given, and now you are left without those who have tried to help you, into the hands of the one we fight against. Your repentance is not enough, so greater measures need to be taken.ā
Each breath punched the back of her dry throat. She had thought she was out of tears to cry. She thought that this couldn't get any worse. But she could never trust her thoughts.
Even as they screamed how prideful she was being by begging for an alternative, āPlease. Please give me another change. I'm so sorry, I promise to do better. Please, not this.ā
The woman stilled, relaxed her arms just a fraction, small but there. Something else flashed over her features, not rage or hate, but not sadness either, āLook up,ā she jutted her head to the side.
Her brows furrowed, mouth dipping into a frown. But her hesitation was rewarded with an angrier one and she quickly followed the woman's instruction.
āDo you see whose forgiveness you seek?ā
She nodded, āYes.ā
āThe path of the righteous is never easy. Towards the end he pleaded for an easier alternative as well. And he got no answer. But even still he accepted the conclusion and faced it with grace. You would do well to do the same.ā
The blade was back to her wrist. She sobbed, a brief thought that they were loud enough to shake the porcelain statues crossed her mind, but the woman paid no mind to it, even as she begged multiple times over. Eventually her words garbled together and even she didn't know what she was saying.
Whatever it was detached from her body and she found her mind leaning on the pedestal before her. Trying to curl around her hands and disappear from reality.
āIt is better to rid yourself of the hand that caused you to sin that keep living with it.ā
Than was the only warning she was given. The axe swung.
I LOVE THE IMAGERY SO MUCH! The scene was playing in my head, and I love the quiet lore details worked in so much!! This is so intriguing! Like, what did whumpee do?? Why is whumper like that? And you've implied an entire religion that seems fascinating! And the fact that there are multiple statues, why are there multiple statues, I LOVE THAT!
Someone ( @watsonbee ) Expressed interest in reading a whump snippet for another OC of mine, Mithra!
This one is also long, so it's under a cut too.
Basic context: Mithra (My baby) is the adopted daughter of the imperial family (No claim to the throne) and she is known as "The dog of the empire" to everyone outside. Relatively recently, there was an arranged marriage between her and the sole prince of the kingdom the empire was invading, Azrael (My friend's character, happens to be a knight [she isn't allowed to be]) and when on a small mission, she gets captured by the rebellion, who has a grudge.
7124 words, not super proofread, if you see brackets around something its because I was too lazy to name it probably.
Mithra rode at the front on Blade, her face carefully calm as she watched the quiet road they traveled on, her thoughts swirling. Hopefully, the disrest could be solved quickly and easily. It was only some protests, people unhappy with their governor and his actions, but violence had broken out a few days ago, leaving several injured and one dead, plus rumors of that rebellion had been swirling. That meant that she needed to make an appearance. Hopefully, the presence of her and her hand-picked troop would calm things down quickly. She would also check in on the governor and his actions, make sure he wasn't doing anything that reflected badly on the empire. She planned on staying there three days at most. Two days to get there- one had already passed- three days in town, and then two days back. She should be going back home soon enough. Homeā¦
Azrael. She sighed at the thought of him. Things were soā¦ rough. He hated her, and so did Monkia. It was reasonable, butā¦ it bothered her. They had been fighting so much. They had started to get along, but then he got poisoned, and that ruined everything. She probably shouldnāt have acted the way she did when they went on that ride, but she got scared, and she was right to be. If she hadnāt gotten him back quickly enough, he could have died. Then there was the problem of the physician. An investigation would draw too much attention, and she knew that more people would support the physician than not. So she did what she could and brought in someone that hated her, but that she could trust with him. With herself? Sheād stick to the castle physician, but Azrael should have his own physician. But he was still so angry. It was frustrating, but she was trying to deal with it. It was her duty. This whole marriage was. This was her duty to the empire. And honorable sacrifice. This is what she had to do for the empire that she owed everything to, no matter if it made her uncomfortable. And it did. . Five years with a man she didn't even know the name of until the wedding, and she was expected to have a child with him, and that was terrifying. She could never tell anyone how much relief she felt when she found out about his knightly vows. She hated the marriage, but it was her duty. And her orders. Her hands clenched on the reins as she thought about what His Majesty had told her when he learned of his vows.
āYou doing alright there general?ā Mithra looked to her side as Dalton rode up beside her, looking at her the way he always did when he could tell something was wrong. Mithra sighed and said
āYeah, just thinking.ā Mithra ran a hand over her face, over the tattoo that she matched with most of this troop.Ā
āStop frowning so hard then, or youāll get frown lines like Lennon!ā Rico called from behind her. Lennon promptly made an noise of annoyance, and a smile tugged at Mithraās lips as she glanced back over her shoulder and said
āStop teasing him, Rico.ā Rico put a hand on his half armored chest and said
āOh, but itās so easy!āĀ
āListen to the generalā Allen called from the back. Devon, as usual, chimed in with
āOr do, itād be funny!ā Followed by Carterās
āDonāt be dumbass.ā Emilio called in their high voice
āBut heās always a dumbass! Donāt take away the only thing he has!āĀ
āI have more than dumbassery, I have my stunning looks! Donāt I Mithra?ā Mithra rolled her eyes with an amused smile and said with teasing skepticism,
āSureā Laughter broke out and Mithra relaxed, Dalton falling back again as her soldiers, her friend's conversation continued.
Here. This, this was what was comfortable, this is where she belonged, with her troop, leading and being useful. And sometimes, she could pretend she was a knight, honorable and noble. She was going to help keep the peace, keep unnecessary revolution down, and maybe root corruption out of this empire she owed everything to, including the friends that surrounded her now. She knew what she was doing here. People also listened to her, which was a plus. She loved her family, and she was always happy to serve them, but they were a little dismissive sometimes. Not that she'd ever complain. She owed them everything. Without them, she'd probably have starved on the streets after a childhood of abuse in the orphanage. She owed her family, and the empire everything. She owed them her life, so they could use her as they chose. She was happy to help them, despite the fact that this marriage and the child plan felt underhanded. The child would likely be raised in the empire, a great place to be raised, but may feel a sort of separation to the kingdom they had a claim to. Although it hadn't been discussed with her, it was easy to figure out that they planned to set the child as the ruler of Azraelās kingdom, then peacefully absorb the kingdom into the empire that way. It was better for all of them that way though. Being a part of the empire was good for all citizens. Mithra and the army could protect them from outside threats, and trade would sweep through the area, making life better for the citizens. Problems only arise when the citizens get greedy, unrealistically idealistic, or if one person becomes corrupt. It was simple. Easy. She was doing the right thing. This was a noble sacrifice, for the sake of the empire and the people. The kingdom also had [Special metal] in plenty, and having them as part of the empire would be valuable. Her own sword was rare in the empire because it was made of it. It was a fantastic material for weapons and machinery. The empire needed it. It was just easier if they owned the place it was. It was for the greater good.Ā
Mithra sighed and turned her attention back to the road. They were taking a calmer shortcut through some forests, and the road was long, but it was better than going through so many towns and villages, and likely getting stopped in every one of them. She liked seeing the people, but it wasn't worth the extra time.Ā
Although, something was making her uneasy. Something about the shadows under the trees. Her gut said something was wrong, but her other senses weren't giving her any clues. Until they did. Allenās voice cut through the conversation of the troop
āAMBUSH! LEFT FLANK!ā Mithra's sword was drawn and she was off Blade in a moment as she raced towards the back. Shit.Ā Her soldiers were fighting people dressed in black, and those people were fighting well. They outnumbered the attackers easily, but that didn't mean she was going to let her soldiers fight alone, especially since she could take down these attackers with much more minor injuries, due to her full armor and better skill.Ā She rushed into the battle, easily letting her body fall into the familiar movements, concentrating as the attackers seemed to surround her, separating her from her soldiers, who started fighting to get to her. Then pain flared in her side and she let out a gasp, partially in surprise. How the hell had they stabbed her?! She glanced down and saw a knife sticking out from between plates of armor, a precise and well placed stab. She growled and went to attack, but then dizziness began to overcome her and she faltered, hissing in pain as another knife slashed her face. Both injures burned like fire, and as she saw the blade that had just got her face and saw some kind of shining black substance covering it. Shit. It had some kind of poison. The knife in her side needed to get out, now. She reached to grab it, but an attacker slammed into her, and as her mind spun, she fell off balance, falling to her side on the ground and driving the knife further in as she let out a yelp, her vision blotting out, her sword scattering from her hand. She tried to get up, but her body failed her and she collapsed. She heard Oskar yell
āMITHRA!ā The sound of his booming voice felt like it was underwater as black figures swirled around her. Then a hand wrapped around her arm and she looked up, hoping it was a friend, but she could not be so lucky. Rather than a friend, it was another attacker that started dragging her as she struggled to pull away with her fading strength. She heard her name yelled, but couldnāt identify the voice as her head pounded. She glanced at the attackers again. They wereā¦ retreating. While bringing her with them.Ā
Shit. These were no robbers, this was no normal attack. This was a mission. She tried to yank against the person dragging her and another attacker snapped
āDamn it, just stab her again!ā Pain screamed through her leg, and finally, unconsciousness overtook her, the sound of her friends screaming her name echoing through her mind.
Mithra awoke slowly, but stayed still, keeping her body limp. She had been captured. Alright, she had trained for this alongside the troops.Ā
Observe, figure out location, figure out captors, figure out what they want. Do not give them what they want, no matter what. Steel your mind, prepare for pain. Give them nothing. Find a way to contact your forces, if you can, wait for orders. If not, escape at the first possible opportunity, find the nearest civilization, make way to base or capital.Ā
She could do this.Ā
First, assess injuries and position. Her armor was gone, she was stripped to her base outfit, simple trousers and a tank top with her usual undergarments. No defense. The knives were gone, but the injuries weren't.Ā
Open stab wound on her right side, between her ribs, but it wasn't fatal. Another open stab wound on her calf. Speaking of her legs, she was on her knees, kneeling, in a horribly uncomfortable position. Her hands were chained behind her, forcing her torso to sit straight up. There was a chain around her neck as well, forcing her head up for the most part. There was chains keeping her ankles down. Clearly, she was not supposed to move at all. She was a prisoner, and this was a stress position. She tried to shift her hands, and barely managed to move her fingers. Not enough to even attempt picking locks, and the restraints were tight, almost, but not quite enough to cut off circulation. The one around her neck hurt. She could feel that her hair was undone, hanging over her face, annoying, but manageable. She took a breath, then slowly opened her eyes toā¦ darkness. She lifted her head, the chain like a collar around her neck. The room was empty and very, very dark, no sign of anyone else. But there. There was a sliver of light. A crack under a door. She shifted slightly and paused as her chains clanked, the metallic noise ringing through the small empty room. Then, the door opened and she had to blink several times in reaction to the sudden light. She narrowed her eyes at the three men that came in. One of them walked over and immediately smacked her in the face. She didn't even flinch, keeping her head still as she glared at him. Because of the light, his face was in shadow, but he also wore a mask over the lower half of his face. But she could hear the damned smirk in his voice as he said
āOh look, the bitch of the empire thinks she can show attitude!ā She gave no reaction to the name she'd heard plenty of times before. Bitch, dog of the empire. That was commonly something people called her, due to how she followed orders so closely. It was especially present among those that were trying to form a rebellion. That was likely who she was dealing with now. The man grabbed her face and hissed
āWe'll beat that out of you.ā She looked at him calmly, keeping her mouth shut. He threw her head to the side and she calmly turned her head to look back at him again, keeping her face calm and impassive, as she had trained. Worry and fear were to stay out of her mind. The man growled slightly and suddenly kneed her in the stomach. She flinched slightly out of pain, but did not react. He man huffed, then turned and snappedĀ
āLets get this fucking started.ā Another of the men pulled out a knife and handed it to him. The leader of the men walked back to her and kneeled down, then stabbed her in the thigh, hissingĀ
āFor the fucking prince, for making him marry a monster like you.ā That made her flinch. For the prince? For Azrael? The man ripped the knife out and slashed her arm, making her hiss. The man shoved her chest back, and she had to fight to stay upright. She took a breath and quietly tucked her mind away into the same corner she did when she was training. She let the pain wash over her without reaction as the man attacked her over and over and over. Then the man started to speak
āWow, they trained you well, didn't they? Of course they did. No reaction to pain, because you're nothing without their fucking orders. You're one of the worst things in this whole cursed empire. And now you've forced the prince to marry you. You forced an honorable man to marry you, a disgraceful excuse for a human being.ā That hurt more than it should have. Azrael was honorable, he was a knight. And she wasā¦ whatever she was. Her face must've flinched because another of the men said
āThink you've hit a nerve, sir.ā She settled her face again as the leader, Sir, looked at her, then laughed. He used the knife to lift her chin up and said
āHey, Bitch. Wanna know why we're doing this?ā He paused, but she gave him no reaction as the metal pressed into her chin. He spat
āBecause of what you've done to the prince. This is because of him. You've been a menace on the lands for years. This is the last straw. Its time to humble the dog of the empire.ā He lifted the knife sharply, cutting the underneath and a bit of the front of her chin, then he suddenly slammed his knee into her chest and she let out a yelp as she heard a sickening crack. The man only chuckled, then leaned in as she tried to get ahold of herself and asked
āWhere are you keeping the prince, bitch?ā She clenched her jaw, meeting his eyes with defiance. Telling them anything would give her nothing, and would only make her a traitor to her empire and family. Anger flared and the man punched her in the face. She tried to slip away into her mind, but he spoke again
āAnwser me, bitch. This is all your fault, you know. You're just an honorless trained dog that the empire sics on whoever causes them trouble. I'm not gonna kill you though. I think the prince, the knight, should get the honor of slaying the monster.ā She flinched and the man laughed as a thought passed through her mind.Ā
Did, did Azrael call for this? Did she misplace the trust she had given him? Did he have an outside contact? Did it have to do with Monika? No, Monika definitely didn't have contact. Hardly anyone knew where she was going, and no one knew the path, wait, shit. She forgot to clean up the study, put the papers in the drawer. She had a map sitting out, her path drawn out on it, clear as day. Did, did Azrael look at that? Did he give the information to these people? Did he ask them to do this? To kidnap and torture her? They had been fighting, and she knew he hated her, butā¦ did he hate her this much?
She was forced back into the present as the man looked up and said
āGet some guys in here, and we'll give her a beating for now.ā She closed her eyes took a painful breath, trying to steel herself and place her mind into a quiet corner. Let the feelings, physical and emotional, fade away. She just needed to work through this. When she could be present, she had to watch for any escape. She-
The door opened and she opened her eyes. People in black masks, made into shadowy figures by the dark room, walked in. Shit. There were at least five new people, plus the three from before. Sir gestured at her and said
āHave at her. Keep her alive, don't unchain her. That's the only restriction. Oh, and don't debase yourselves.ā Then he turned and left through the open door, leaving her looking up at the people that surrounded her.
Then it began. Pain shot through her over and over and over. Bones snapped. Skin bled. Eventually her will failed her and she started to yelp and scream, tears of pain began to stream down her face, mixing with blood. After what felt like eternity, her endurance gave out and everything went completely dark, her mind slipping.
She awoke to water being poured over her and she gasped, her eyes flashing open. Sir stood in front of her again and she glared as she looked up. He chuckled and said
āFinally.ā He dropped the bucket and grabbed her face, saying
āWe're done for today, bitch, but we're far from completely done. You'll get food and water tomorrow, before your session. But for now, I want you to sit in your pain and misery, and remember why we're doing this. You have hurt the people, you areĀ the attack dog of the empire. You serve only people that care for nothing but gaining riches and power for themselves. This was a long time coming, and now it's happening because you decided to go too far and force an honorable man to marry you, and no one will stand for it, least of all him. This is all because of your actions. This is all your fault.ā He dropped her head and she simply stared at him with blank eyes, giving him nothing. He paused, then let out half a chuckle. He waved his hand and everyone left, closing the door and leaving her in darkness. She was quiet for a while, the pain rolling through her.Ā
It built up slowly, pain in her chest, her throat tightening, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Then, she let out a sob that racked her whole body, then another, and another. The tears came fast and furious.Ā
Shit, shit, shit. Everything hurt like hell, and her mind would just not shut up.
Were they right? Did Azrael call for this? She wasn't hurting the people, right? Did he hate her enough to call for this? Despite their fights, things werenāt horrible. Or maybe they were, maybe their fights had pushed him over the edge and he called for this, called for people to capture and torture her like this for making him marry her and essentially keep him prisoner. Wait, no, no, he couldn't have. He was a knight. He wouldn't have done this, right? But what if he hated her that much? She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind, but they were only replaced with new ones.Ā
When would this end? She was more than just a ādogā of the imperial family, right? She was part of it, right? Right? She was serving the empire. Her family was good. Yeah, they took her in. She owed them everything. She was doing the right thing, right?Ā
Fuck, everything hurt.Ā
She tried to stop her sobs. She needed to stop feeling sorry for herself. Collect herself. Don't show weakness. This was pathetic.Ā
But then another thought rushed through her.
Her troop. What had happened to them? Were they here too? What if they were hurt? What if they died? What if she failed them? No, no, donāt think like that. These rebels were after her. Right? Yeah, yeah.Ā
But what if she never saw them again? If they werenāt dead, what if she never left this place? What if she died?
No. Do not think that way. Do not think that way. She couldnāt think that way. She had to survive this. The rebels didnāt plan on killing her anyway. As long as she stayed alive, she could fight. She could survive. Everything hurt, but she was alive. Everything hurt. Shit, donāt think about that. Donāt think about the blood that coated her skin, the constant dull pain, the sharp burning pain that flared every single name she shifted at all, at the strain on her muscles from holding this position, the way the chain around her neck, the collar, rubbed the skin raw, the way the chains were too tight. The way her broken ribs screamed with every breath. The blood trailing down her face, from her nose, her head pounding. Her eyelids felt heavy, despite her pain and discomfort, or maybe because of it. The adrenaline was wearing off, and she felt utterly exhausted and drained. Maybe remnants of the poison. She couldnāt do anything for her injures right now, they could even get infected, but there was nothing she could do. She was alone. Completely alone. With that, her eyes flickered closed and she slumped, sleep overtaking her.
Her eyes flashed open as the door slammed open. Sir, she recognized the gait and eyes, walked in and she looked up at him with a glare. He dropped a try in front of her and said
āEat, bitch.ā She glanced down. Some kind of mush and a small bowl of water. If she was willing to talk, she would have said āAre you fucking kidding me?ā No utensils, and no move to undo the chains on her hands. They expected her to eat off it like this. She glared at Sir, and could see the smirk in his eyes as he said
āWell? Eat, like the dog you are.ā Mithra glared at him. Sir lifted an eyebrow and asked
āOh, not hungry? How about thirsty? Drink your water.ā He pointed at the bowl, and she just kept glaring at him. He held up three fingers and slowly said
āOneā¦ twoā¦.. three.ā He snapped and yelled
āBring me a bucket of water.ā He looked back at her and said
āYou listen when I give you an order. Otherwise, there are consequences.ā Sir kicked the tray away from her, and another man brought in a bucket of water. Sir placed it in front of her and said
āOne last time, drink your water.ā Mithra glared back, then gave a single shake of her head.
āOh, too bad,ā Sir said, āBut more fun for me.ā he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head down, forcing her face into the ice cold water, and she barely had a chance to get a breath before she went under. She tried to lift her head, but the pain, exhaustion, and bad angle made it impossible as he held her head in the water. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could, but her lungs burned. Eventually, she slowly let out the breath through her nose. But she couldn't last much longer. Just has her body won against her mind and tried to take a breath, Sir yanked her head up and she gasped for air, letting out pained noises with every breath and thus stab in her chest. Then, just as she started to calm, Sir slammed her head down and under again.Ā
This repeated three times until he finally let go of her head as she threw up the water she swallowed, coughing and sputtering as she fought for consciousness. She felt like she couldnāt get enough air as she gasped for it, hanging her head as she tried to recover
āWhatās wrong, bitch, had a little too much water?ā She glared at Sir furiously and started to snap
āMy name is-ā He punched her, hard, hard enough to make her ears ring. She blinked as he retracted his hand and said
āI didnāt say you could talk, bitch.ā She glared at him and opened her mouth to speak again, but he slammed his foot into her gut and she let out a yelp as pain exploded. He grabbed her face and said
āDogs donāt speak, so neither do you. Donāt make me cut out your tongue.ā Shit. She ripped her head away, but stayed silent. She needed to escape this place eventually, and getting her tongue cut out would be bad. Sir chuckled and said
āThatās more like it. Well, since you decided you werenāt hungry, we might as well get started quickly. Letās rinse you off first.ā He picked up the bucket and threw the freezing water onto her, leaving her sopping wet. She glared at him and he said
āDonāt give me that look, I was cleaning you off before we get started. Speaking ofā¦ā He snapped and more people came in, the same as yesterday, was it yesterday? How long had she been here? How long had she been out when she woke up? How long had she just slept? Wait, he had said sheād get food and water ātomorrowā so sheād been here at least overnight. Would-
Pain exploded and she gave a little yelp as it started all over again, the people attacking again and again.Ā
The pain seeped through her entire being until it became too much and she passed out. She was awoken with a splash of water that only served to remind her of her near drowning earlier. She flinched awake and away from the water, blinking awake. A hand reached towards her, and before she thought, a growl escaped her throat. Sirās hand stopped, and she flinched as his laughter filled the room. He grabbed her face and she glared at him as he laughed and looked down at her, saying
āWow, youāre not even trying to act like youāre human. A growl, really?ā She tried to rip her face away, but she was too weak, and he held her too tightly. He chuckled darkly and said
āYouāre just the dog of the empire, bitch. And you deserve all of this.ā Did she? No, donāt think that way. She glared at him, in too much pain to even try to speak. It was all she should do to keep from screaming or crying. He leaned in and said
āAw, look. Sheās crying.ā Shit. She didnāt realize. She just glared back at him. It was all she could do. He threw her head aside and stepped away, saying
āCry all you want bitch. It stops nothing. This won't end until youāre slain. Till we get the prince out of captivity and to us, where he can get his revenge against you.ā She tensed. The more Sir talked about Azrael, the more it felt like Azrael might have been in on this. That he might have called for this to happen. Sir looked down at her and said
āThis is merely punishment for a monster. You've been the empire's loyal attack dog for too long. I can't wait to see you put down, bitch.ā Anger flared and Mithra started to snap again
āMy name is-ā she was cut off by her own shriek as Sir took out and stabbed a knife into her shoulder. He ripped it out and held the point to her neck, just under the metal of the collar, sayingĀ
āName? You don't get a name, bitch.ā She hissed as the knife dug into her skin, a pinprick of blood forming as he said
āYou are nothing but a dog trained to attack whoever you're told and rip them apart without mercy or remorse. Youāre responsible for so much tragedy, and I wish you knew exactly-ā He paused, then drew the knife away and said
āI have an idea, but Iāll wait till next time. Weāre done here.ā Sir turned on his heel and left suddenly and quickly with the rest of the people, leaving her alone in the darkness again, nothing to focus on but her pain. Her pain, and her emotions, namely anger. Mithra tried to pull against the chains, but that only served to make them bite into her skin, causing more pain that caused a whimper to emanate from her throat. She moved back to where the chains were keeping her too, and tried to look around the room, but she couldnāt see anything but the faint crack of light under the door. She had to do something.
But what? Could she even escape this place? What if she was trapped here until they got Azrael to kill her? That thought made her flinch. Would Azrael do that?Ā
He hated her.
But he was a good person. A knight. Everything she wished she was. He wouldnāt do this, right? He wouldnāt do this to another person. Sirās words echoed in her head,
āYou are nothing but a dogā ādisgraceful excuse for a human beingā ānot even trying to act like youāre humanā āYou're just an honorless trained dogā āLike the dog you areā āThis is merely punishment for a monsterā
Sir did not see her as a personā¦ what if Azrael didnāt either? No, no, of course he did. He had been kind to her. He didnāt see her the way Sir and these rebels did, right? Mithra shook her head, a mistake as pain flared on the scratch on her neck. Dammit, Sir had said he had had an idea, what could that be? Nothing good, that was for sure. But what could she do? She could barely move at all, and he wouldnāt even let her speak. He wouldnāt let her speak. Wouldnāt say her name.Ā
Why did that hurt so much? The dehumanizationā¦ it hurt more than the pain sometimes. Sheād heard herself be called a dog, a monster, a bitch, a million times before by people who didnāt like her, from prisoners of war, from a rioting crowd.Ā
People who hated her found it easy to see her as inhuman, didnāt they? She hated that. She hated it when people would do that, but she was above paying attention to it. Right? Then why did it hurt so much? Why did tears fall from her eyes? She needed to be stronger than this if she was going to survive this place. Mithra took a breath and forced herself to speak
āMy name is Mithra Reichel, formerly Mithra Lucier. I am the general of the empireās entire military. I have worked to earn that position. I fight for the empire because it is my duty to do so and I owe them everything I have. I have achieved all the requirements to become a knight, but have chosen not to become one. I like training, and reading. I love my family. I love my friends, the troop I have spent years with, we got matching tattoos after-ā She froze. Her troop, her friends. Were they ok? What if the rebels, no. The rebels were obviously there for her and her alone, and they retreated all together. She hadnāt noticed any serious injuries during the fight. Her friends were likely alright, and looking for her now. She took as deep of a breath that she could with her broken ribs. Her troop would be alright. They were almost certainly searching for her.
How long had it been since she left the castle? Theyād traveled for a day and a half before the fight, and it felt like she had been out long enough for it to have been the next day when she woke up for theā¦ first session. Sir had implied it was now the day after that first session. That put her at somewhere around three days or so. That left four days until she told her family and Azrael sheād be back. She was supposed to be at her destination right now, so her family was likely getting a little worried they hadnāt heard a report from her, but it was in the reasonable time period where the letter might have just been delayed. Tomorrow or the day after would be when they would start getting worried that something happened to her if one of her troop didnāt make it back to them. Alright, what could she do for now?
Not much. Nothing except sit here with her pain. Everything hurt. She sighed and hung her head, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. She might as well try to sleep.Ā
After what she estimated to be a couple hours or so, unconsciousness finally took over.Ā
Why did they have to wake her up with water every time? She jumped from the ice cold water that was splashed over her, her eyes flashing open to glare at the man who did it. Sir. She hated that she called him Sir in her head, but she had no other name to use. Sir chuckled and said
āRise and shine, bitch. Itās time for something fun.ā She narrowed her eyes as she lifted her head. He promptly punched her as he said
āDonāt give me that look, itās annoying.ā She rolled her eyes and he hit her again. She didnāt flinch. The hits did hurt, but not as much as her other injuries. Sir lifted an eyebrow and asked
āOh, are you pretending that doesnāt phase you anymore? Well then, itās good that i have something new today.ā He reached forward and grabbed the metal collar, yanking her head forward as he pulled out a knife. He messed with something on the back of the collar and it loosened, not enough to let her go, but enough that he could slip his fingers between her neck and the collar. Good to note. She glared up at him, trying not to tense as he pulled out a knife. He chuckled darkly as he said
āYou forget things too easily. You forget what you are, and you forget what youāve done. I want to permanently remind you of both.ā She tensed now. What was he planning? He hissed
āDonāt move, or I might cut deeper than I mean to.ā Then, his knife was against her neck, carving three lines into it as he said
āThis one is for the attack on [taken over kingdom]ā Her first mission. There was nothing she could do as he finished the three small lines, crossing each other to create a simple star, then moved next to it and started again, saying
āThis is for [idk]ā This process continued over and over and over, as Sir listed attacks and battles and missions, sometimes adding details of what sheād done. But it was for the empire, for her family. It was her dutyā¦she was doing what she had to. Then, as he neared the front, he hissedĀ
āTime for your recent offenses, bitch. For leading the invasion of [Azraelās kingdom].ā A star.
āFor killing the people without mercy.ā A star.
āFor letting the idiot prince onto the battlefield, where he cut off the Princeās arm.ā A star, a twang of guilt. She shouldnāt have let her brother onto the field, but she did.
āFor making that unbalanced treaty.ā A star.
āFor forcing an honorable man to marry a monster like you.ā A star. The tears sheād barely been holding back fell. He was rightā¦ no, no, donāt think that-
āFor keeping him prisoner without freedoms and away from his family and kingdom.ā A star and a sob from her throat.
āFor trying to make him break his knightly vows.ā A star.Ā
āFor that cruel plan we can all see will happen if a child comes of that cursed marriage.ā A star, and a flinch from her.Ā
āFor trying to go to an innocent town to threaten them because they pointed out the flaws in this corrupt empire.ā A star.Ā
āFor talking back to meā A star. He pulled away and said
āI will add another star for every offense you make from here on out.ā She looked up at him through tear filled eyes. He pressed his knife to the blank center middle of her neck and she let out a whimper as he began to carve a large star into it, hissing
āThis one, on display for all to see, is for how you serve the empire without question. How you perform cruelty and call it duty. For how you are an evil monster that pretends to be a person.ā She folded over as he pulled away, trying and failing to stop the sobs racking her body. There were a long few moments where only her sobs filled the room.Ā
Shit. It hurt so much. All of it. Everything he had said. Everything she had done.
He grabbed her chin and lifted her face. His eyes were smug, triumphant at seeing her like this.
Anger flared as she looked back at him. How dare he? He called her cruel, yet he did this. She was going to escape this place, one way or another.Ā
She couldnāt let him break her.
She yelped as he tightened the collar again, the cold metal pressing against her bleeding neck. He stepped out, then came back with a bucket. He placed it in front of her and said
āDrink. Or else you may die of dehydration over the next couple of days. She glared up at him. But his threat could be true, he might very well not give her water for the next couple of daysā¦ she couldnāt risk it.
Shame rushed through her as she lowered her head and tried to drink out of the bucket.
Like a dog.Ā
Sir laughed and said
āGood! Youāre finally accepting what you really are. A dog.ā She glared up at him, but she needed the water, so she drank as much as she could. Eventually, Sir grabbed the bucket away and said
āThatās all for today.ā He turned and left, leaving her in silent darkness again.Ā
Hours passed. She fell asleep. She woke up. Time passed. She fell asleep. She woke up. Nothing happened. She was left in silence and darkness with nothing but her own mind and voice to keep her company. She talked to herself, repeating the stories of knights that she had read so many times that she memorized them. Things seemed to move in the darkness, but they were simply hallucinations her mind made up due to the isolation and lack of stimuli. But she used the pain that still throbbed through her entire body to keep her rooted in reality. She could not let herself slip into her mind. She may never come back.Ā
It was a relief when freezing water splashed over her again. Her eyes flashed open, and despite her relief, she knew who to blame. She glared at Sir and his people. Sir looked at her smugly and asked
āHow was your alone time?ā He didnāt bother to wait for an answer before he laughed and stepped forward and dropped a bucket and a tray in front of her, saying
āEat and drink before you die of starvation.ā She glared, but dipped her head. Shame be dammed, survival was more important. She ignored the laughter as best she could. She finished the food and drank the water till it was kicked away from her. She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at the rebels. Sir looked back at her smugly, then reached towards her neck. Anger and fear exploded and she moved before she thought, attacking in the only way she could. She bit him. Sir let out a yelp as her teeth dug into his skin and blood hit her tongue. A kick landed in her stomach and she opened her mouth in surprise. Sir ripped his bleeding finger away as he snapped
āWhat the fuck!?!ā The others looked to him with surprise on their faces, then they glared at her. She lifted her head as she glared back. She spit out the blood in her mouth onto Sirās boot. Sir glared and hissed
āOh, you bitch.ā He paused, then laughed and said
āYou know what? Iāve got the perfect plan to make you pay for that. Everyone out!ā The others nodded and left. Sir followed, leaving her in darkness again. She sighed, her defiance and anger draining away. That had probably been a bad idea. Sheād just made him angrier, and that would just make him more dangerous. Shit. She waited in silence for a while, not daring to fall back asleep. Just as her eyes started to seriously droop, the door opened and Sir came back in, holding something, his bitten finger bandaged. Sir lifted the thing and her eyes widened as he said
āThank you for reminding me what a dangerous attack dog needs.ā
A muzzle. Sir held a muzzle. It was clearly made for a human face. How had they gotten that so quickly? She didnāt have time to question before the other rebels rushed at her, grabbing her hair and lifting her head, keeping their hands away from her mouth. Someone tightened the collar until she found it choking her. She was gasping for air as Sir approached. When she opened her mouth, he shoved the muzzle at her, sticking a bar in her mouth as the metal bit into her chin, forcing her mouth to close around the bar as metal caged her in. Sir held it there as someone did the straps in the back, the rest keeping her immobilized. It was only after the muzzle was secure, the metal biting into the skin of her face, that someone loosened the collar and she sucked in as much air as she could, trying to breathe. Sir kneeled down to be face to face with her, saying
āI think this works great at keeping you silent and from biting anyone.ā She tried to speak, but the position her face was held in made it impossible for the sound that left her throat to turn into any words. Sir laughed.Ā
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And that's where I left off for now! I am much more likely to pick this one back up compared to Vixen's, Thanks for reading!
AAAAAA WHERE DO I START??? THIS WAS SO WHUMPY FROM START TO FINISH IM GOING INSANE!!!!
The kidnapping!! NO MATTER HOW WELL TRAINED SHE IS SHE CANT FIGHT POSION WITH A SWORD!!! THEY FOUGHT DIRTY SHE NEVER HAD A CHANCE!!
Itās not just a name anymore theyāre TAKING EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO TREAT HER LIKE A ACTUAL DOG YOU CRUEL CRUEL GENIUS!! Everything reflects that point of view too!! Sheās forced to kneel the whole time!! She only knows him as āSirā!! And a muzzle?? A MUZZLE!!! Heās giving her no room to take back her personhood, SHE. CANT. EVEN. SAY. HER. OWN. NAME!!!!! AND NOW SHE CANT SPEAK AT ALL!!!!
The dehumanization is so top tier!! HE ETCHED A TALLY FOR EVERYTHING SHES DONE INTO HER NECK SO SHE CANT LIFT HER HEAD PROUDLY WITHOUT BEING CHOKED BY THE SINS OF THE PAST!!!! BEING FORCED TO EAT LIKE A DOG AND DROWNED WHEN SHE DOESNT!!! SHE GAVE UP AND DRUNK FROM THE BUCKET, SURVIVAL WINNING OVER SHAME, then BIT HIM!!!! THE GROWLING!!! I LOVED THAT!! They see her as nothing more than a dog anyway, right!!?
And the way he talks to her!! There were so many things he said that I want to quote but I especially lost it when he said:
āDogs don't speak, so neither do you. Don't make me cut out your tongue.ā
SUSNSAIDGSJSXHSJSCJD he just grabs her face to get her attention the same way Damian snapped at Vixen AAAAAA!!
It also speaks to his personality in a way. It seems like both him and Mithra are driven by a strong sense of duty and whatās āright.ā All of his reasons for hating her trace back to things sheās done to others, especially the prince; his chip is rooted in otherās suffering, not just himself. But HES ALSO GOING ABOUT IT IN A COMPLETELY INEXCUSABLE WAY LIKE DUDE???
Mithra had it exactly right! Heās exchanging cruelty for cruelty without even knowing the whole story. He calls her a dog, shames her for carrying out the empireās actions, but heās no different. Heās acting on part of the information the way a dog would a command, just like she does for the empire. Heās letting his fury and vengeance own him. So in a way, doesnāt that make him a pet to his anger?
I need to see Azrael!! Did he set this up?? Does he see her like they do and was just hiding it?? Getting his arm chopped off is a good motivation for anger but this??? I donāt want to believe it!And it gets me that thereās no way to tell!! She calls her familyās cruelty love so whoās to say she isnāt doing the same with him because heās a knight!!!
And this also raises so many questions about her friends! Mithra is doing this because she feels that she owes the empire her life, so all of the bad things were swept under the rug and blinded by loyalty. But why are her friends doing this? Do they agree with the empireās actions or are they in a similar place that she is? They seem nice, but thatās when theyāre comfortable, not when faced with someone that combats their orders.
And the emotional aspect because what do you mean āāAnd she wasā¦ whatever she wasāā Iām going to sob who let her think these things?? T~T
Seeing her change from start to end was fantastic! Calculated silence and blank looks, to tears openly streaming down her face, second guessing herself and her place in the family. But not once loosing that glare!!
She put so much worth in a title she hoped to achieve, and because she couldnāt she held anyone that could on this pedestal built on what they should be. She still has this child like sense of honor and integrity grounded in her, so much faith in people without them having earned it. But the core of it all is her desire to help everyone, which makes it so much worse.
She put so much trust in Azrael because if she was a knight, she would be someone she could trust, someone that probably would have protected her when she was little. But she forgot that there are people that donāt carry the same ideologies she does that get to wear the armor.
And because she had nothing she thought an ounce of anything was everything. She thought so much of the empire and never put any thought into herself, so the second sheās apart from them itās easy for her sense of self to slip.
Not once did she think she was undeserving of death. Just that Azrael was a good person and this isnāt a good thing to do.
How could she possibly make the prince marry her?? She said it herself that the marriage was sprung on her, she didnāt even know his name before, and yet the words still hit her to the point that she recited them.
Her desire to be seen and understood is so heartbreaking I just want to give her the entire world. I loved seeing her strength, aspirations, reasoning for her shortchanges, and her vulnerability all rolled up into a whumpy mess!!
It makes me so happy when you read my stuff because you get everything SPOT ON!!!!
To answer some questions, Azrael has nothing to do this this. He doesn't even know what's happened until she stumbles back way later than she said she'd be back, all he knows is that he's been kept up in their little sweet, with only visits from Monika (his physician) allowed.
And the first thing Mithra says to him when she stumbles in and collapses on the couch? "Do not lie to me, Prince Azrael [last name] of [kingdom]. Did you tell them to do this?" And he's like ????? And is trying to find out what happened, but she repeats the question, getting more and more freaked out until he finally says no, he didn't. When he finds out what happened, he is pissed. (And shortly before she left, the two of them had a sorta big fight. Also, in general, she is incredibly respectful towards him and they trade bed and couch each night)
As for her friends, something I would like to talk about is Mithra's position. She is the highest general of the entire military. Her family has put her in charge of all of that. With that said, Mithra is clearly close with her people. Every single military leader of the empire is there because she choose to put them there. Mithra is incredibly kind, and has made freinds with everyone in the military that she's met. They all respect her heavily.
And honestly? They are more loyal to her than to the empire. Sheās earned their loyalty. The empire hasn't. They are loyal to the empire because she's loyal to them.
This whole event is the beginning of the opening of Mithra's eyes. Her family doesn't check on her when she gets back.
The imperial family is also... not great. There are 2 heirs, and neither are good people. The empire needs a different ruler, but Mithra does not have a legitimate claim because her family choose not to give her one.
But when Mithra's loyalties shift from her family to the actual people, the extremely powerful military still stands behind her. What Im getting at is that later in the story, Mithra is doing a military coup and becoming empress. Yay!
And I can't think of much else to say, you got it all spot on!!!
The embarrassment as drool drips down around the gag from the corners of their mouth
Bruising and chafing that is very difficult to hide
Whumpee wearing a mask to cover it up
Or Whumper taking them to an event and forcing whumpee to wear a mask to hide the gag, while people at the event marvel at how āwell trainedā and āquietā Whumpee is
Taped mouth. Duct tape pressed over lips. The smell of the adhesive. The residue it leaves behind. The tightness of it, the way it pulls at the skin.
The immediate control it gives Whumper. Pinch Whumpeeās nose shut and suddenly you have a writhing, spasming victim.
Or better yet, tape their nose shut. Make them believe this is how it ends, suffocating behind that plasticky scent, helpless
Sew their lips shut. The intimacy of it, the wincing every time the needle pierces their flesh ā or maybe Whumper numbed it first, and Whumpee can only watch in the mirror as their mouth is stitched up, utterly silenced
The little noises Whumpee makes. The breathing around the gag. The whines, the panicked āmmmphās as they realise the words arenāt coming. Maybe they try anyway, sounding stupid as they fail to hurl insults
Caretaker carefully removing a gag, horrified at the thought of Whumpee humiliated like this, their autonomy stripped
Caretaker gagging Whumpee to keep them quiet while they escape. The quiet āIām sorryās. The betrayal in Whumpeeās eyes; or maybe itās acceptance.
Whumpee waking up to realise they are muzzled, the immediate dehumanisation, the panic to realise they canāt move their jaw, the laboured breaths to the thick leather or even metal strapped and pressing into their face
Cut out their vocal cords. Do it. Whumpee can't even make a sound. And they never will again.
Or cut out their tongue, the feeling of something wrong in their mouth, the shapeless screaming it causes
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Tentacled chains suspended the air, thin and winding silver around her dangling fingers, palms tied together in a bloody prayer her lips were too numb to cash.
Her skin broke under the pressure of sharp spikes and the tight rings that held them in place. The metal clinked softly every time she shiftedāthe only noise in the vast silence while her knees bruised against the floor. Porcelain spectators were her only company, sat in drones, miniature statues all displaying the same grand person or various guardians said to be watching over her from a blocked stand. Their gaze like an ever-present reminder of every wrongdoing she had ever committed.
She had lost their guidance. Strayed too far. And now she was as valuable as a weed.
Her breath hung with dried tears as the smell of iron clung to the delicate bonds around her hands, bitter and assaulting her nose, covering her hands in blood that spilled down her wrist and landed at the feet of the statue they were strung from.
The statueās was bathed in yellow light cast from behindāthe only light in the room. It reflected off the smooth edges and hit the glossy marble walls encasing it, doubling the light impossibly. And if she squinted, they were one in the same. Blinding light keeping the figure flush against the pedestal while raining darkness expelled the other. The difference stark between the two. The suffering just as human.
But those were just echoed voices in her head. Clamoring one thing then that like a fog in the back of her mind, murky and thick but if you were to reach out your hands would come away empty. She could not trust those thoughts. She could not trust her own mind for fear of it's produce to be rotten.
Rusted hinges groaned open behind her. Soft steps inched towards her until a imposing figure came into view.
The woman was dressed in the same white lace she was, but they couldn't be more different from each other. Her garments where situated to sit delicately on her shoulders, clean and scrubbed of any impurity, obvious in her stone expression. Where the other was disheveled and stained with red weighing her clothes down, face wrinkled with sorrow on her lowly stand.
The woman's hands were composed behind her back as she looked over her and she wasn't sure if it was pity on her face or contempt. Both were one in the same, no?
āHave you repented?ā she asked, voice cold and collected. As if asking a trivial question. One she had repeated forā¦.how long has she been like this?
She nodded, body shaking and eyes feeling heavier than they should, threatening to close under the weight of the increasingly chilly room.
āThe righteous do not hide from confrontation.ā
She licked her lips, dry throat scratching her words, āY-yes.ā
A tilt of her head, āAnd do you think you have earned forgiveness.ā
Her mouth opened just to snap shut. She wanted to be forgiven more than anything. She's learned her lesson, she won't make the same mistake again. But claiming so out of personal desire was prideful.
Truth be told she wasn't sure if she was forgiven. The only voice in her head had been her own for so long, her mind barren and filled with nothing but senseless repentance.
āI see,ā the woman concluded. āThen I have no other choice,ā and with that she released her hands from behind her back, revealing a sharpened axe, wooden handle chipped while the blade held a crisp lighter line on the edge.
Her eyes widened, heartbeat lodged in her ears. Every fiber of her body was zeroed in on the blade resting so casually in the womanās hands. Her attention snapped up to the woman, who was as neutral as always, āWhat are you doing?ā her voice hitched on the words.
She held no concern, no haste in her tone, āIf you cannot receive forgiveness then your sinful hands shall be cut off.ā
The axe was aligned to her wrist. She yelped as the blade tickled her skin, dread pooling in her gut and turning the blood on her hands into ice, āStop! I have repented, I have sought forgiveness!ā She tugged harshly at the restraints, wailing as the spikes drove into her hands and pooled more blood, chain snapping to attention as she yanked, nevertheless keeping her perfectly in place for the slaughter.
āAnd yet you have found none,ā came the reply.
āBut I've tried!ā
āAnd yet,ā the womanās jaw tightened, eyes narrowing with a color of frustration she had never seen before, āyou have found none. You have squandered the mercy given, and now you are left without those who have tried to help you, into the hands of the one we fight against. Your repentance is not enough, so greater measures need to be taken.ā
Each breath punched the back of her dry throat. She had thought she was out of tears to cry. She thought that this couldn't get any worse. But she could never trust her thoughts.
Even as they screamed how prideful she was being by begging for an alternative, āPlease. Please give me another change. I'm so sorry, I promise to do better. Please, not this.ā
The woman stilled, relaxed her arms just a fraction, small but there. Something else flashed over her features, not rage or hate, but not sadness either, āLook up,ā she jutted her head to the side.
Her brows furrowed, mouth dipping into a frown. But her hesitation was rewarded with an angrier one and she quickly followed the woman's instruction.
āDo you see whose forgiveness you seek?ā
She nodded, āYes.ā
āThe path of the righteous is never easy. Towards the end he pleaded for an easier alternative as well. And he got no answer. But even still he accepted the conclusion and faced it with grace. You would do well to do the same.ā
The blade was back to her wrist. She sobbed, a brief thought that they were loud enough to shake the porcelain statues crossed her mind, but the woman paid no mind to it, even as she begged multiple times over. Eventually her words garbled together and even she didn't know what she was saying.
Whatever it was detached from her body and she found her mind leaning on the pedestal before her. Trying to curl around her hands and disappear from reality.
āIt is better to rid yourself of the hand that caused you to sin that keep living with it.ā
Than was the only warning she was given. The axe swung.
Someone ( @watsonbee ) Expressed interest in reading a whump snippet for another OC of mine, Mithra!
This one is also long, so it's under a cut too.
Basic context: Mithra (My baby) is the adopted daughter of the imperial family (No claim to the throne) and she is known as "The dog of the empire" to everyone outside. Relatively recently, there was an arranged marriage between her and the sole prince of the kingdom the empire was invading, Azrael (My friend's character, happens to be a knight [she isn't allowed to be]) and when on a small mission, she gets captured by the rebellion, who has a grudge.
7124 words, not super proofread, if you see brackets around something its because I was too lazy to name it probably.
Mithra rode at the front on Blade, her face carefully calm as she watched the quiet road they traveled on, her thoughts swirling. Hopefully, the disrest could be solved quickly and easily. It was only some protests, people unhappy with their governor and his actions, but violence had broken out a few days ago, leaving several injured and one dead, plus rumors of that rebellion had been swirling. That meant that she needed to make an appearance. Hopefully, the presence of her and her hand-picked troop would calm things down quickly. She would also check in on the governor and his actions, make sure he wasn't doing anything that reflected badly on the empire. She planned on staying there three days at most. Two days to get there- one had already passed- three days in town, and then two days back. She should be going back home soon enough. Homeā¦
Azrael. She sighed at the thought of him. Things were soā¦ rough. He hated her, and so did Monkia. It was reasonable, butā¦ it bothered her. They had been fighting so much. They had started to get along, but then he got poisoned, and that ruined everything. She probably shouldnāt have acted the way she did when they went on that ride, but she got scared, and she was right to be. If she hadnāt gotten him back quickly enough, he could have died. Then there was the problem of the physician. An investigation would draw too much attention, and she knew that more people would support the physician than not. So she did what she could and brought in someone that hated her, but that she could trust with him. With herself? Sheād stick to the castle physician, but Azrael should have his own physician. But he was still so angry. It was frustrating, but she was trying to deal with it. It was her duty. This whole marriage was. This was her duty to the empire. And honorable sacrifice. This is what she had to do for the empire that she owed everything to, no matter if it made her uncomfortable. And it did. . Five years with a man she didn't even know the name of until the wedding, and she was expected to have a child with him, and that was terrifying. She could never tell anyone how much relief she felt when she found out about his knightly vows. She hated the marriage, but it was her duty. And her orders. Her hands clenched on the reins as she thought about what His Majesty had told her when he learned of his vows.
āYou doing alright there general?ā Mithra looked to her side as Dalton rode up beside her, looking at her the way he always did when he could tell something was wrong. Mithra sighed and said
āYeah, just thinking.ā Mithra ran a hand over her face, over the tattoo that she matched with most of this troop.Ā
āStop frowning so hard then, or youāll get frown lines like Lennon!ā Rico called from behind her. Lennon promptly made an noise of annoyance, and a smile tugged at Mithraās lips as she glanced back over her shoulder and said
āStop teasing him, Rico.ā Rico put a hand on his half armored chest and said
āOh, but itās so easy!āĀ
āListen to the generalā Allen called from the back. Devon, as usual, chimed in with
āOr do, itād be funny!ā Followed by Carterās
āDonāt be dumbass.ā Emilio called in their high voice
āBut heās always a dumbass! Donāt take away the only thing he has!āĀ
āI have more than dumbassery, I have my stunning looks! Donāt I Mithra?ā Mithra rolled her eyes with an amused smile and said with teasing skepticism,
āSureā Laughter broke out and Mithra relaxed, Dalton falling back again as her soldiers, her friend's conversation continued.
Here. This, this was what was comfortable, this is where she belonged, with her troop, leading and being useful. And sometimes, she could pretend she was a knight, honorable and noble. She was going to help keep the peace, keep unnecessary revolution down, and maybe root corruption out of this empire she owed everything to, including the friends that surrounded her now. She knew what she was doing here. People also listened to her, which was a plus. She loved her family, and she was always happy to serve them, but they were a little dismissive sometimes. Not that she'd ever complain. She owed them everything. Without them, she'd probably have starved on the streets after a childhood of abuse in the orphanage. She owed her family, and the empire everything. She owed them her life, so they could use her as they chose. She was happy to help them, despite the fact that this marriage and the child plan felt underhanded. The child would likely be raised in the empire, a great place to be raised, but may feel a sort of separation to the kingdom they had a claim to. Although it hadn't been discussed with her, it was easy to figure out that they planned to set the child as the ruler of Azraelās kingdom, then peacefully absorb the kingdom into the empire that way. It was better for all of them that way though. Being a part of the empire was good for all citizens. Mithra and the army could protect them from outside threats, and trade would sweep through the area, making life better for the citizens. Problems only arise when the citizens get greedy, unrealistically idealistic, or if one person becomes corrupt. It was simple. Easy. She was doing the right thing. This was a noble sacrifice, for the sake of the empire and the people. The kingdom also had [Special metal] in plenty, and having them as part of the empire would be valuable. Her own sword was rare in the empire because it was made of it. It was a fantastic material for weapons and machinery. The empire needed it. It was just easier if they owned the place it was. It was for the greater good.Ā
Mithra sighed and turned her attention back to the road. They were taking a calmer shortcut through some forests, and the road was long, but it was better than going through so many towns and villages, and likely getting stopped in every one of them. She liked seeing the people, but it wasn't worth the extra time.Ā
Although, something was making her uneasy. Something about the shadows under the trees. Her gut said something was wrong, but her other senses weren't giving her any clues. Until they did. Allenās voice cut through the conversation of the troop
āAMBUSH! LEFT FLANK!ā Mithra's sword was drawn and she was off Blade in a moment as she raced towards the back. Shit.Ā Her soldiers were fighting people dressed in black, and those people were fighting well. They outnumbered the attackers easily, but that didn't mean she was going to let her soldiers fight alone, especially since she could take down these attackers with much more minor injuries, due to her full armor and better skill.Ā She rushed into the battle, easily letting her body fall into the familiar movements, concentrating as the attackers seemed to surround her, separating her from her soldiers, who started fighting to get to her. Then pain flared in her side and she let out a gasp, partially in surprise. How the hell had they stabbed her?! She glanced down and saw a knife sticking out from between plates of armor, a precise and well placed stab. She growled and went to attack, but then dizziness began to overcome her and she faltered, hissing in pain as another knife slashed her face. Both injures burned like fire, and as she saw the blade that had just got her face and saw some kind of shining black substance covering it. Shit. It had some kind of poison. The knife in her side needed to get out, now. She reached to grab it, but an attacker slammed into her, and as her mind spun, she fell off balance, falling to her side on the ground and driving the knife further in as she let out a yelp, her vision blotting out, her sword scattering from her hand. She tried to get up, but her body failed her and she collapsed. She heard Oskar yell
āMITHRA!ā The sound of his booming voice felt like it was underwater as black figures swirled around her. Then a hand wrapped around her arm and she looked up, hoping it was a friend, but she could not be so lucky. Rather than a friend, it was another attacker that started dragging her as she struggled to pull away with her fading strength. She heard her name yelled, but couldnāt identify the voice as her head pounded. She glanced at the attackers again. They wereā¦ retreating. While bringing her with them.Ā
Shit. These were no robbers, this was no normal attack. This was a mission. She tried to yank against the person dragging her and another attacker snapped
āDamn it, just stab her again!ā Pain screamed through her leg, and finally, unconsciousness overtook her, the sound of her friends screaming her name echoing through her mind.
Mithra awoke slowly, but stayed still, keeping her body limp. She had been captured. Alright, she had trained for this alongside the troops.Ā
Observe, figure out location, figure out captors, figure out what they want. Do not give them what they want, no matter what. Steel your mind, prepare for pain. Give them nothing. Find a way to contact your forces, if you can, wait for orders. If not, escape at the first possible opportunity, find the nearest civilization, make way to base or capital.Ā
She could do this.Ā
First, assess injuries and position. Her armor was gone, she was stripped to her base outfit, simple trousers and a tank top with her usual undergarments. No defense. The knives were gone, but the injuries weren't.Ā
Open stab wound on her right side, between her ribs, but it wasn't fatal. Another open stab wound on her calf. Speaking of her legs, she was on her knees, kneeling, in a horribly uncomfortable position. Her hands were chained behind her, forcing her torso to sit straight up. There was a chain around her neck as well, forcing her head up for the most part. There was chains keeping her ankles down. Clearly, she was not supposed to move at all. She was a prisoner, and this was a stress position. She tried to shift her hands, and barely managed to move her fingers. Not enough to even attempt picking locks, and the restraints were tight, almost, but not quite enough to cut off circulation. The one around her neck hurt. She could feel that her hair was undone, hanging over her face, annoying, but manageable. She took a breath, then slowly opened her eyes toā¦ darkness. She lifted her head, the chain like a collar around her neck. The room was empty and very, very dark, no sign of anyone else. But there. There was a sliver of light. A crack under a door. She shifted slightly and paused as her chains clanked, the metallic noise ringing through the small empty room. Then, the door opened and she had to blink several times in reaction to the sudden light. She narrowed her eyes at the three men that came in. One of them walked over and immediately smacked her in the face. She didn't even flinch, keeping her head still as she glared at him. Because of the light, his face was in shadow, but he also wore a mask over the lower half of his face. But she could hear the damned smirk in his voice as he said
āOh look, the bitch of the empire thinks she can show attitude!ā She gave no reaction to the name she'd heard plenty of times before. Bitch, dog of the empire. That was commonly something people called her, due to how she followed orders so closely. It was especially present among those that were trying to form a rebellion. That was likely who she was dealing with now. The man grabbed her face and hissed
āWe'll beat that out of you.ā She looked at him calmly, keeping her mouth shut. He threw her head to the side and she calmly turned her head to look back at him again, keeping her face calm and impassive, as she had trained. Worry and fear were to stay out of her mind. The man growled slightly and suddenly kneed her in the stomach. She flinched slightly out of pain, but did not react. He man huffed, then turned and snappedĀ
āLets get this fucking started.ā Another of the men pulled out a knife and handed it to him. The leader of the men walked back to her and kneeled down, then stabbed her in the thigh, hissingĀ
āFor the fucking prince, for making him marry a monster like you.ā That made her flinch. For the prince? For Azrael? The man ripped the knife out and slashed her arm, making her hiss. The man shoved her chest back, and she had to fight to stay upright. She took a breath and quietly tucked her mind away into the same corner she did when she was training. She let the pain wash over her without reaction as the man attacked her over and over and over. Then the man started to speak
āWow, they trained you well, didn't they? Of course they did. No reaction to pain, because you're nothing without their fucking orders. You're one of the worst things in this whole cursed empire. And now you've forced the prince to marry you. You forced an honorable man to marry you, a disgraceful excuse for a human being.ā That hurt more than it should have. Azrael was honorable, he was a knight. And she wasā¦ whatever she was. Her face must've flinched because another of the men said
āThink you've hit a nerve, sir.ā She settled her face again as the leader, Sir, looked at her, then laughed. He used the knife to lift her chin up and said
āHey, Bitch. Wanna know why we're doing this?ā He paused, but she gave him no reaction as the metal pressed into her chin. He spat
āBecause of what you've done to the prince. This is because of him. You've been a menace on the lands for years. This is the last straw. Its time to humble the dog of the empire.ā He lifted the knife sharply, cutting the underneath and a bit of the front of her chin, then he suddenly slammed his knee into her chest and she let out a yelp as she heard a sickening crack. The man only chuckled, then leaned in as she tried to get ahold of herself and asked
āWhere are you keeping the prince, bitch?ā She clenched her jaw, meeting his eyes with defiance. Telling them anything would give her nothing, and would only make her a traitor to her empire and family. Anger flared and the man punched her in the face. She tried to slip away into her mind, but he spoke again
āAnwser me, bitch. This is all your fault, you know. You're just an honorless trained dog that the empire sics on whoever causes them trouble. I'm not gonna kill you though. I think the prince, the knight, should get the honor of slaying the monster.ā She flinched and the man laughed as a thought passed through her mind.Ā
Did, did Azrael call for this? Did she misplace the trust she had given him? Did he have an outside contact? Did it have to do with Monika? No, Monika definitely didn't have contact. Hardly anyone knew where she was going, and no one knew the path, wait, shit. She forgot to clean up the study, put the papers in the drawer. She had a map sitting out, her path drawn out on it, clear as day. Did, did Azrael look at that? Did he give the information to these people? Did he ask them to do this? To kidnap and torture her? They had been fighting, and she knew he hated her, butā¦ did he hate her this much?
She was forced back into the present as the man looked up and said
āGet some guys in here, and we'll give her a beating for now.ā She closed her eyes took a painful breath, trying to steel herself and place her mind into a quiet corner. Let the feelings, physical and emotional, fade away. She just needed to work through this. When she could be present, she had to watch for any escape. She-
The door opened and she opened her eyes. People in black masks, made into shadowy figures by the dark room, walked in. Shit. There were at least five new people, plus the three from before. Sir gestured at her and said
āHave at her. Keep her alive, don't unchain her. That's the only restriction. Oh, and don't debase yourselves.ā Then he turned and left through the open door, leaving her looking up at the people that surrounded her.
Then it began. Pain shot through her over and over and over. Bones snapped. Skin bled. Eventually her will failed her and she started to yelp and scream, tears of pain began to stream down her face, mixing with blood. After what felt like eternity, her endurance gave out and everything went completely dark, her mind slipping.
She awoke to water being poured over her and she gasped, her eyes flashing open. Sir stood in front of her again and she glared as she looked up. He chuckled and said
āFinally.ā He dropped the bucket and grabbed her face, saying
āWe're done for today, bitch, but we're far from completely done. You'll get food and water tomorrow, before your session. But for now, I want you to sit in your pain and misery, and remember why we're doing this. You have hurt the people, you areĀ the attack dog of the empire. You serve only people that care for nothing but gaining riches and power for themselves. This was a long time coming, and now it's happening because you decided to go too far and force an honorable man to marry you, and no one will stand for it, least of all him. This is all because of your actions. This is all your fault.ā He dropped her head and she simply stared at him with blank eyes, giving him nothing. He paused, then let out half a chuckle. He waved his hand and everyone left, closing the door and leaving her in darkness. She was quiet for a while, the pain rolling through her.Ā
It built up slowly, pain in her chest, her throat tightening, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Then, she let out a sob that racked her whole body, then another, and another. The tears came fast and furious.Ā
Shit, shit, shit. Everything hurt like hell, and her mind would just not shut up.
Were they right? Did Azrael call for this? She wasn't hurting the people, right? Did he hate her enough to call for this? Despite their fights, things werenāt horrible. Or maybe they were, maybe their fights had pushed him over the edge and he called for this, called for people to capture and torture her like this for making him marry her and essentially keep him prisoner. Wait, no, no, he couldn't have. He was a knight. He wouldn't have done this, right? But what if he hated her that much? She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind, but they were only replaced with new ones.Ā
When would this end? She was more than just a ādogā of the imperial family, right? She was part of it, right? Right? She was serving the empire. Her family was good. Yeah, they took her in. She owed them everything. She was doing the right thing, right?Ā
Fuck, everything hurt.Ā
She tried to stop her sobs. She needed to stop feeling sorry for herself. Collect herself. Don't show weakness. This was pathetic.Ā
But then another thought rushed through her.
Her troop. What had happened to them? Were they here too? What if they were hurt? What if they died? What if she failed them? No, no, donāt think like that. These rebels were after her. Right? Yeah, yeah.Ā
But what if she never saw them again? If they werenāt dead, what if she never left this place? What if she died?
No. Do not think that way. Do not think that way. She couldnāt think that way. She had to survive this. The rebels didnāt plan on killing her anyway. As long as she stayed alive, she could fight. She could survive. Everything hurt, but she was alive. Everything hurt. Shit, donāt think about that. Donāt think about the blood that coated her skin, the constant dull pain, the sharp burning pain that flared every single name she shifted at all, at the strain on her muscles from holding this position, the way the chain around her neck, the collar, rubbed the skin raw, the way the chains were too tight. The way her broken ribs screamed with every breath. The blood trailing down her face, from her nose, her head pounding. Her eyelids felt heavy, despite her pain and discomfort, or maybe because of it. The adrenaline was wearing off, and she felt utterly exhausted and drained. Maybe remnants of the poison. She couldnāt do anything for her injures right now, they could even get infected, but there was nothing she could do. She was alone. Completely alone. With that, her eyes flickered closed and she slumped, sleep overtaking her.
Her eyes flashed open as the door slammed open. Sir, she recognized the gait and eyes, walked in and she looked up at him with a glare. He dropped a try in front of her and said
āEat, bitch.ā She glanced down. Some kind of mush and a small bowl of water. If she was willing to talk, she would have said āAre you fucking kidding me?ā No utensils, and no move to undo the chains on her hands. They expected her to eat off it like this. She glared at Sir, and could see the smirk in his eyes as he said
āWell? Eat, like the dog you are.ā Mithra glared at him. Sir lifted an eyebrow and asked
āOh, not hungry? How about thirsty? Drink your water.ā He pointed at the bowl, and she just kept glaring at him. He held up three fingers and slowly said
āOneā¦ twoā¦.. three.ā He snapped and yelled
āBring me a bucket of water.ā He looked back at her and said
āYou listen when I give you an order. Otherwise, there are consequences.ā Sir kicked the tray away from her, and another man brought in a bucket of water. Sir placed it in front of her and said
āOne last time, drink your water.ā Mithra glared back, then gave a single shake of her head.
āOh, too bad,ā Sir said, āBut more fun for me.ā he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head down, forcing her face into the ice cold water, and she barely had a chance to get a breath before she went under. She tried to lift her head, but the pain, exhaustion, and bad angle made it impossible as he held her head in the water. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could, but her lungs burned. Eventually, she slowly let out the breath through her nose. But she couldn't last much longer. Just has her body won against her mind and tried to take a breath, Sir yanked her head up and she gasped for air, letting out pained noises with every breath and thus stab in her chest. Then, just as she started to calm, Sir slammed her head down and under again.Ā
This repeated three times until he finally let go of her head as she threw up the water she swallowed, coughing and sputtering as she fought for consciousness. She felt like she couldnāt get enough air as she gasped for it, hanging her head as she tried to recover
āWhatās wrong, bitch, had a little too much water?ā She glared at Sir furiously and started to snap
āMy name is-ā He punched her, hard, hard enough to make her ears ring. She blinked as he retracted his hand and said
āI didnāt say you could talk, bitch.ā She glared at him and opened her mouth to speak again, but he slammed his foot into her gut and she let out a yelp as pain exploded. He grabbed her face and said
āDogs donāt speak, so neither do you. Donāt make me cut out your tongue.ā Shit. She ripped her head away, but stayed silent. She needed to escape this place eventually, and getting her tongue cut out would be bad. Sir chuckled and said
āThatās more like it. Well, since you decided you werenāt hungry, we might as well get started quickly. Letās rinse you off first.ā He picked up the bucket and threw the freezing water onto her, leaving her sopping wet. She glared at him and he said
āDonāt give me that look, I was cleaning you off before we get started. Speaking ofā¦ā He snapped and more people came in, the same as yesterday, was it yesterday? How long had she been here? How long had she been out when she woke up? How long had she just slept? Wait, he had said sheād get food and water ātomorrowā so sheād been here at least overnight. Would-
Pain exploded and she gave a little yelp as it started all over again, the people attacking again and again.Ā
The pain seeped through her entire being until it became too much and she passed out. She was awoken with a splash of water that only served to remind her of her near drowning earlier. She flinched awake and away from the water, blinking awake. A hand reached towards her, and before she thought, a growl escaped her throat. Sirās hand stopped, and she flinched as his laughter filled the room. He grabbed her face and she glared at him as he laughed and looked down at her, saying
āWow, youāre not even trying to act like youāre human. A growl, really?ā She tried to rip her face away, but she was too weak, and he held her too tightly. He chuckled darkly and said
āYouāre just the dog of the empire, bitch. And you deserve all of this.ā Did she? No, donāt think that way. She glared at him, in too much pain to even try to speak. It was all she should do to keep from screaming or crying. He leaned in and said
āAw, look. Sheās crying.ā Shit. She didnāt realize. She just glared back at him. It was all she could do. He threw her head aside and stepped away, saying
āCry all you want bitch. It stops nothing. This won't end until youāre slain. Till we get the prince out of captivity and to us, where he can get his revenge against you.ā She tensed. The more Sir talked about Azrael, the more it felt like Azrael might have been in on this. That he might have called for this to happen. Sir looked down at her and said
āThis is merely punishment for a monster. You've been the empire's loyal attack dog for too long. I can't wait to see you put down, bitch.ā Anger flared and Mithra started to snap again
āMy name is-ā she was cut off by her own shriek as Sir took out and stabbed a knife into her shoulder. He ripped it out and held the point to her neck, just under the metal of the collar, sayingĀ
āName? You don't get a name, bitch.ā She hissed as the knife dug into her skin, a pinprick of blood forming as he said
āYou are nothing but a dog trained to attack whoever you're told and rip them apart without mercy or remorse. Youāre responsible for so much tragedy, and I wish you knew exactly-ā He paused, then drew the knife away and said
āI have an idea, but Iāll wait till next time. Weāre done here.ā Sir turned on his heel and left suddenly and quickly with the rest of the people, leaving her alone in the darkness again, nothing to focus on but her pain. Her pain, and her emotions, namely anger. Mithra tried to pull against the chains, but that only served to make them bite into her skin, causing more pain that caused a whimper to emanate from her throat. She moved back to where the chains were keeping her too, and tried to look around the room, but she couldnāt see anything but the faint crack of light under the door. She had to do something.
But what? Could she even escape this place? What if she was trapped here until they got Azrael to kill her? That thought made her flinch. Would Azrael do that?Ā
He hated her.
But he was a good person. A knight. Everything she wished she was. He wouldnāt do this, right? He wouldnāt do this to another person. Sirās words echoed in her head,
āYou are nothing but a dogā ādisgraceful excuse for a human beingā ānot even trying to act like youāre humanā āYou're just an honorless trained dogā āLike the dog you areā āThis is merely punishment for a monsterā
Sir did not see her as a personā¦ what if Azrael didnāt either? No, no, of course he did. He had been kind to her. He didnāt see her the way Sir and these rebels did, right? Mithra shook her head, a mistake as pain flared on the scratch on her neck. Dammit, Sir had said he had had an idea, what could that be? Nothing good, that was for sure. But what could she do? She could barely move at all, and he wouldnāt even let her speak. He wouldnāt let her speak. Wouldnāt say her name.Ā
Why did that hurt so much? The dehumanizationā¦ it hurt more than the pain sometimes. Sheād heard herself be called a dog, a monster, a bitch, a million times before by people who didnāt like her, from prisoners of war, from a rioting crowd.Ā
People who hated her found it easy to see her as inhuman, didnāt they? She hated that. She hated it when people would do that, but she was above paying attention to it. Right? Then why did it hurt so much? Why did tears fall from her eyes? She needed to be stronger than this if she was going to survive this place. Mithra took a breath and forced herself to speak
āMy name is Mithra Reichel, formerly Mithra Lucier. I am the general of the empireās entire military. I have worked to earn that position. I fight for the empire because it is my duty to do so and I owe them everything I have. I have achieved all the requirements to become a knight, but have chosen not to become one. I like training, and reading. I love my family. I love my friends, the troop I have spent years with, we got matching tattoos after-ā She froze. Her troop, her friends. Were they ok? What if the rebels, no. The rebels were obviously there for her and her alone, and they retreated all together. She hadnāt noticed any serious injuries during the fight. Her friends were likely alright, and looking for her now. She took as deep of a breath that she could with her broken ribs. Her troop would be alright. They were almost certainly searching for her.
How long had it been since she left the castle? Theyād traveled for a day and a half before the fight, and it felt like she had been out long enough for it to have been the next day when she woke up for theā¦ first session. Sir had implied it was now the day after that first session. That put her at somewhere around three days or so. That left four days until she told her family and Azrael sheād be back. She was supposed to be at her destination right now, so her family was likely getting a little worried they hadnāt heard a report from her, but it was in the reasonable time period where the letter might have just been delayed. Tomorrow or the day after would be when they would start getting worried that something happened to her if one of her troop didnāt make it back to them. Alright, what could she do for now?
Not much. Nothing except sit here with her pain. Everything hurt. She sighed and hung her head, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. She might as well try to sleep.Ā
After what she estimated to be a couple hours or so, unconsciousness finally took over.Ā
Why did they have to wake her up with water every time? She jumped from the ice cold water that was splashed over her, her eyes flashing open to glare at the man who did it. Sir. She hated that she called him Sir in her head, but she had no other name to use. Sir chuckled and said
āRise and shine, bitch. Itās time for something fun.ā She narrowed her eyes as she lifted her head. He promptly punched her as he said
āDonāt give me that look, itās annoying.ā She rolled her eyes and he hit her again. She didnāt flinch. The hits did hurt, but not as much as her other injuries. Sir lifted an eyebrow and asked
āOh, are you pretending that doesnāt phase you anymore? Well then, itās good that i have something new today.ā He reached forward and grabbed the metal collar, yanking her head forward as he pulled out a knife. He messed with something on the back of the collar and it loosened, not enough to let her go, but enough that he could slip his fingers between her neck and the collar. Good to note. She glared up at him, trying not to tense as he pulled out a knife. He chuckled darkly as he said
āYou forget things too easily. You forget what you are, and you forget what youāve done. I want to permanently remind you of both.ā She tensed now. What was he planning? He hissed
āDonāt move, or I might cut deeper than I mean to.ā Then, his knife was against her neck, carving three lines into it as he said
āThis one is for the attack on [taken over kingdom]ā Her first mission. There was nothing she could do as he finished the three small lines, crossing each other to create a simple star, then moved next to it and started again, saying
āThis is for [idk]ā This process continued over and over and over, as Sir listed attacks and battles and missions, sometimes adding details of what sheād done. But it was for the empire, for her family. It was her dutyā¦she was doing what she had to. Then, as he neared the front, he hissedĀ
āTime for your recent offenses, bitch. For leading the invasion of [Azraelās kingdom].ā A star.
āFor killing the people without mercy.ā A star.
āFor letting the idiot prince onto the battlefield, where he cut off the Princeās arm.ā A star, a twang of guilt. She shouldnāt have let her brother onto the field, but she did.
āFor making that unbalanced treaty.ā A star.
āFor forcing an honorable man to marry a monster like you.ā A star. The tears sheād barely been holding back fell. He was rightā¦ no, no, donāt think that-
āFor keeping him prisoner without freedoms and away from his family and kingdom.ā A star and a sob from her throat.
āFor trying to make him break his knightly vows.ā A star.Ā
āFor that cruel plan we can all see will happen if a child comes of that cursed marriage.ā A star, and a flinch from her.Ā
āFor trying to go to an innocent town to threaten them because they pointed out the flaws in this corrupt empire.ā A star.Ā
āFor talking back to meā A star. He pulled away and said
āI will add another star for every offense you make from here on out.ā She looked up at him through tear filled eyes. He pressed his knife to the blank center middle of her neck and she let out a whimper as he began to carve a large star into it, hissing
āThis one, on display for all to see, is for how you serve the empire without question. How you perform cruelty and call it duty. For how you are an evil monster that pretends to be a person.ā She folded over as he pulled away, trying and failing to stop the sobs racking her body. There were a long few moments where only her sobs filled the room.Ā
Shit. It hurt so much. All of it. Everything he had said. Everything she had done.
He grabbed her chin and lifted her face. His eyes were smug, triumphant at seeing her like this.
Anger flared as she looked back at him. How dare he? He called her cruel, yet he did this. She was going to escape this place, one way or another.Ā
She couldnāt let him break her.
She yelped as he tightened the collar again, the cold metal pressing against her bleeding neck. He stepped out, then came back with a bucket. He placed it in front of her and said
āDrink. Or else you may die of dehydration over the next couple of days. She glared up at him. But his threat could be true, he might very well not give her water for the next couple of daysā¦ she couldnāt risk it.
Shame rushed through her as she lowered her head and tried to drink out of the bucket.
Like a dog.Ā
Sir laughed and said
āGood! Youāre finally accepting what you really are. A dog.ā She glared up at him, but she needed the water, so she drank as much as she could. Eventually, Sir grabbed the bucket away and said
āThatās all for today.ā He turned and left, leaving her in silent darkness again.Ā
Hours passed. She fell asleep. She woke up. Time passed. She fell asleep. She woke up. Nothing happened. She was left in silence and darkness with nothing but her own mind and voice to keep her company. She talked to herself, repeating the stories of knights that she had read so many times that she memorized them. Things seemed to move in the darkness, but they were simply hallucinations her mind made up due to the isolation and lack of stimuli. But she used the pain that still throbbed through her entire body to keep her rooted in reality. She could not let herself slip into her mind. She may never come back.Ā
It was a relief when freezing water splashed over her again. Her eyes flashed open, and despite her relief, she knew who to blame. She glared at Sir and his people. Sir looked at her smugly and asked
āHow was your alone time?ā He didnāt bother to wait for an answer before he laughed and stepped forward and dropped a bucket and a tray in front of her, saying
āEat and drink before you die of starvation.ā She glared, but dipped her head. Shame be dammed, survival was more important. She ignored the laughter as best she could. She finished the food and drank the water till it was kicked away from her. She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at the rebels. Sir looked back at her smugly, then reached towards her neck. Anger and fear exploded and she moved before she thought, attacking in the only way she could. She bit him. Sir let out a yelp as her teeth dug into his skin and blood hit her tongue. A kick landed in her stomach and she opened her mouth in surprise. Sir ripped his bleeding finger away as he snapped
āWhat the fuck!?!ā The others looked to him with surprise on their faces, then they glared at her. She lifted her head as she glared back. She spit out the blood in her mouth onto Sirās boot. Sir glared and hissed
āOh, you bitch.ā He paused, then laughed and said
āYou know what? Iāve got the perfect plan to make you pay for that. Everyone out!ā The others nodded and left. Sir followed, leaving her in darkness again. She sighed, her defiance and anger draining away. That had probably been a bad idea. Sheād just made him angrier, and that would just make him more dangerous. Shit. She waited in silence for a while, not daring to fall back asleep. Just as her eyes started to seriously droop, the door opened and Sir came back in, holding something, his bitten finger bandaged. Sir lifted the thing and her eyes widened as he said
āThank you for reminding me what a dangerous attack dog needs.ā
A muzzle. Sir held a muzzle. It was clearly made for a human face. How had they gotten that so quickly? She didnāt have time to question before the other rebels rushed at her, grabbing her hair and lifting her head, keeping their hands away from her mouth. Someone tightened the collar until she found it choking her. She was gasping for air as Sir approached. When she opened her mouth, he shoved the muzzle at her, sticking a bar in her mouth as the metal bit into her chin, forcing her mouth to close around the bar as metal caged her in. Sir held it there as someone did the straps in the back, the rest keeping her immobilized. It was only after the muzzle was secure, the metal biting into the skin of her face, that someone loosened the collar and she sucked in as much air as she could, trying to breathe. Sir kneeled down to be face to face with her, saying
āI think this works great at keeping you silent and from biting anyone.ā She tried to speak, but the position her face was held in made it impossible for the sound that left her throat to turn into any words. Sir laughed.Ā
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And that's where I left off for now! I am much more likely to pick this one back up compared to Vixen's, Thanks for reading!
AAAAAA WHERE DO I START??? THIS WAS SO WHUMPY FROM START TO FINISH IM GOING INSANE!!!!
The kidnapping!! NO MATTER HOW WELL TRAINED SHE IS SHE CANT FIGHT POSION WITH A SWORD!!! THEY FOUGHT DIRTY SHE NEVER HAD A CHANCE!!
Itās not just a name anymore theyāre TAKING EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO TREAT HER LIKE A ACTUAL DOG YOU CRUEL CRUEL GENIUS!! Everything reflects that point of view too!! Sheās forced to kneel the whole time!! She only knows him as āSirā!! And a muzzle?? A MUZZLE!!! Heās giving her no room to take back her personhood, SHE. CANT. EVEN. SAY. HER. OWN. NAME!!!!! AND NOW SHE CANT SPEAK AT ALL!!!!
The dehumanization is so top tier!! HE ETCHED A TALLY FOR EVERYTHING SHES DONE INTO HER NECK SO SHE CANT LIFT HER HEAD PROUDLY WITHOUT BEING CHOKED BY THE SINS OF THE PAST!!!! BEING FORCED TO EAT LIKE A DOG AND DROWNED WHEN SHE DOESNT!!! SHE GAVE UP AND DRUNK FROM THE BUCKET, SURVIVAL WINNING OVER SHAME, then BIT HIM!!!! THE GROWLING!!! I LOVED THAT!! They see her as nothing more than a dog anyway, right!!?
And the way he talks to her!! There were so many things he said that I want to quote but I especially lost it when he said:
āDogs don't speak, so neither do you. Don't make me cut out your tongue.ā
SUSNSAIDGSJSXHSJSCJD he just grabs her face to get her attention the same way Damian snapped at Vixen AAAAAA!!
It also speaks to his personality in a way. It seems like both him and Mithra are driven by a strong sense of duty and whatās āright.ā All of his reasons for hating her trace back to things sheās done to others, especially the prince; his chip is rooted in otherās suffering, not just himself. But HES ALSO GOING ABOUT IT IN A COMPLETELY INEXCUSABLE WAY LIKE DUDE???
Mithra had it exactly right! Heās exchanging cruelty for cruelty without even knowing the whole story. He calls her a dog, shames her for carrying out the empireās actions, but heās no different. Heās acting on part of the information the way a dog would a command, just like she does for the empire. Heās letting his fury and vengeance own him. So in a way, doesnāt that make him a pet to his anger?
I need to see Azrael!! Did he set this up?? Does he see her like they do and was just hiding it?? Getting his arm chopped off is a good motivation for anger but this??? I donāt want to believe it!And it gets me that thereās no way to tell!! She calls her familyās cruelty love so whoās to say she isnāt doing the same with him because heās a knight!!!
And this also raises so many questions about her friends! Mithra is doing this because she feels that she owes the empire her life, so all of the bad things were swept under the rug and blinded by loyalty. But why are her friends doing this? Do they agree with the empireās actions or are they in a similar place that she is? They seem nice, but thatās when theyāre comfortable, not when faced with someone that combats their orders.
And the emotional aspect because what do you mean āāAnd she wasā¦ whatever she wasāā Iām going to sob who let her think these things?? T~T
Seeing her change from start to end was fantastic! Calculated silence and blank looks, to tears openly streaming down her face, second guessing herself and her place in the family. But not once loosing that glare!!
She put so much worth in a title she hoped to achieve, and because she couldnāt she held anyone that could on this pedestal built on what they should be. She still has this child like sense of honor and integrity grounded in her, so much faith in people without them having earned it. But the core of it all is her desire to help everyone, which makes it so much worse.
She put so much trust in Azrael because if she was a knight, she would be someone she could trust, someone that probably would have protected her when she was little. But she forgot that there are people that donāt carry the same ideologies she does that get to wear the armor.
And because she had nothing she thought an ounce of anything was everything. She thought so much of the empire and never put any thought into herself, so the second sheās apart from them itās easy for her sense of self to slip.
Not once did she think she was undeserving of death. Just that Azrael was a good person and this isnāt a good thing to do.
How could she possibly make the prince marry her?? She said it herself that the marriage was sprung on her, she didnāt even know his name before, and yet the words still hit her to the point that she recited them.
Her desire to be seen and understood is so heartbreaking I just want to give her the entire world. I loved seeing her strength, aspirations, reasoning for her shortchanges, and her vulnerability all rolled up into a whumpy mess!!
This is a bit of whump writing I did for an OC, it's pretty long so it's under the cut. It's part of a story I'm not sure if I'll pick up again
Super basic context: Vixen is a part of a robin hood style type gang where they use animal masks to hide their identities, and she has just been captured by the sheriff! (Also magic exists, she does illusions.)
4806 words, only mildly proofread.
The blindfold was yanked off and Vixen was quite literally thrown into the cell, she turned her shoulder before she hit the wall with a heavy thud and slid to the ground. She looked up, making her face terrified, confused, and in pain. Not too far from reality, but exaggerated. Damian, that cursed sheriff, too smart, stood in the doorway of the dark cell looking down at her. Where was she? She didn't hear any other prisoners down here, and there were too many stairs and turns that she thought the jail had. Damian walked forward and she cowered, pleading
"Please, I don't understand! You must have the wrong person!" He left the cell door open. Idiot. He walked forward and she shrunk against the wall, trying to look terrified and innocent. He smirked and said
"Don't lie to me little fox. I know who you are." She opened her mouth to speak, but he was faster, his arm striking out like a snake to grab her injured arm. She let out a yelp of pain as his fingers touched her unprotected injury, pulling it up towards him and saying
"I inflicted this myself." She tried to pull away, but he held her arm tight. He brought his other hand to her arm and traced the injury just within the edges, causing her to take sharp breaths of pain as he said
"You feel the edges of this? My weapon did that." Real tears of pain welled up as she said
"Please! Let me go! I got it while running jobs!" He laughed and pressed on it, causing another yelp from her, before he let go, sayingĀ
"Running jobs, huh? What a perfect cover. So many of the scum come to this quarter to run errands for pitances of coin, with no record, and with so many of you vermin running around, recognition is minimal." He reached out and grabbed her face, forcing her to look up at him as she tried to pull away. He narrowed his eyes and said
"It'd send you all over, and no one would notice if you were listening. Perfect for a spy." He let go and she shrunk away, letting out fake sobs and sayingĀ
"Please, I just want to support my family! I haven't done anything wrong!" He sighed and moved away slightly. Perfect. First, cover her hands with an illusion, then get started at undoing the handcuffs. He sighed and asked
"How long are you going to keep up with this little fox?" She looked up at him and said
"Sheriff, please, I don't-"
"Stop lying to me. I know who you are. What is your name?"
"Elizabeth Lorton, please, I haven't done anything" Vixen lied as she caught the cuffs that came undone. Time for the hard part. She cast an Illusion of herself over herself, then kept her real self invisible as she stepped up, placing her feet quietly, moving away slowly as he sighed and said
"Elizabeth, I don't have the patience for this. You are one of the theives I've been hunting. Specifically the fox. You also spy for them. I know this, and so do you, so stop lying, and you'll come out of this easier." Vixen, invisible, smirked and rolled her eyes, then had her illusion answer desperatelyĀ
"I swear, I'm not. I don't understand, I don't know what you're talking about!ā Vixen slipped out of the cell as Damian stepped closer to the illusion and snapped
āStop lying girl!ā Vixen had the illusion plead
āI'm not! Please sheriff! I'm innocent!ā Then Vixen took off down the hallway, well, the part of it. She came to a spiral staircase and began climbing, running as fast as she could. After a second, she heard Damian laugh and call
āYou can't escape, tricky fox!ā Vixen ignored him and kept climbing, until she finally came to the door. She carefully pushed it open and looked outside.
Oh no. She was on a private estate. the door was at the end of a hall, with a window on one side, showing a courtyard. She checked for guards, and seeing none, She closed the door and raced down the hallway, trying every door and window she came across. All locked, and all would take too much time to pick with Damian chasing. She turned down a hallway, and found an unlocked door. She slipped in, only to see more hallways.Ā
Vixen kept running, getting completely lost after a few doors. She stopped at another one, catching her breath and looking back. She didn't see him, but she was lost, with no way out. Alright, she could get out, she just needed a window. Maybe through this door, and one more, on the right. She raced through and opened a door, only for her arm to be grabbed and lifted, hard enough it felt like it was being pulled out of its socket. She looked at her attacker and saw the smirking Damian, who said
āOh, little fox. You thought you could escape, didn't you? But you only blew any claim of being innocent.ā She struggled against him, kicking and thrashing. He smirked and went to speak, when she got a hit right in his gut. The moment her boot hit him, he threw her, sending her flying into a wall. Vixen hit the wall, and heard a sickening crack in her chest as she screamed in the sudden pain. She sunk to the ground and gasped to regain her breath, but a sharp pain stabbed through her. Oh no, she must have broken a rib. She tried to keep her breaths shallow as she went to get up, but she couldnāt bring herself to move. She looked up as Damian straightened up and looked at her. He walked over with a scowl and picked her up, grabbing her wrists and pulling her to her feet, sayingĀ
āDon't try that again little fox.ā She hissed at him and he chuckled, saying
āNot so upset now I see.ā He grabbed her arm and yanked, causing a duel Pop and scream of pain. Vixen's knees buckled as her vision went spotty and he snapped
āCalm down little fox, it's just dislocated.ā He dropped her and she took a sharp breath as she touched her shoulder. She tried to yank her feet away when she felt him touch them, but he grabbed them and she looked down to see him putting A pair of cuffs on them. He snapped
āI'll get better Things later, to keep you under control. A friend of mine has something that'll stop the illusions. Hands.ā She yanked her hands away and he sighed, striking out and grabbing one wrist, then the one on her dislocated arm. He cuffed them as well, then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and walking To a door. She tried to kick and he snapped
āDo you want me to break your legs?ā She froze and resigned herself to paying attention to where he went. Locked door. Hallway, 3rd locked door on the right. More hallway, lots Of twists and turns, more doors, and she was lost by the time he opened another door and she saw the hallway she started in. She looked out the window as the passed it. He paused in the sunlight, And said
āEnjoy the sunlight while I open this door. You won't be seeing it for a while.ā She tried to jerk, but he steadied her on his shoulder with a chuckle. She heard him unlock the door and step forward, and she tried to jerk away again, but He put his arm over her and held her tight. He stepped in and locked the door behind them, sayingĀ
āI guessed you may try to escape, so I left you a pathway of unlocked doors, while I went the faster way and caught you. You fell right into my trap, little fox.ā She jerked and he let go, sayingĀ
āI'd stop jerking. I might drop you down the stairs, and it's a long fall.ā She paused. He did have a point. With her Feet and hands restrained, she would just fall, and break more things. She took a breath and flinched at the pain. He chuckled and she clenched her teeth. Well, he wasn't going to be nice to get information from her. Thank goodness she took so many precautions. She couldnāt give away their names Or describe their faces, no matter how much he Hurt her. Since Owl and Crow were the ones taking care of hiding loot before distribution, that Wasn't something she could give away either. Now, she just had to not die. Orā¦ bite off her tongue and choke on the blood, but that was not an ideal solution. He walked down the stairs and took her off his shoulder when they reached the cell. He put her down and asked
āAre we going to make this easy or hard?ā She glared at him and jerked away. He sighed and said
āHard. Alright then.ā He kneeled down and grabbed her arm, shoving it back into place. She let out another scream at the sudden pain, then tried to take a deep breath, but that caused another stab of pain. She swallowed a sob and glared at him. He grabbed her hand and asked
āWhat is your name? I know you were lying before.ā She smirked and said
āDamian Harrington.ā He glared at her and grabbed her hands, then grabbed one of her fingers and held it in a position that would make it easy to break her finger. He asked again
āWhat is your name?ā Vixen took a deep breath, ignoring the pain, then said
āVanessa Harrington.ā From what she heard, that was his mother's name. She didnāt have time to be smug before pain erupted in her hand and she let out a scream. When the spots cleared from her blurry vision, she saw him staring back at her, asking
āName? Real name.ā She spat through the tears of pain
āLittle fox-ā He broke another finger and she yelled in pain, then took gasping breaths of pain as she sobbed from the pain. She couldnāt do that again. She couldnāt do that again. She couldnāt do that again. He grabbed another finger and started to ask
āWhat is your-āĀ
āVixen!ā She sobbed out. He started pressing and she made a gasping yelp and she snapped
āItās Vixen! I swear! Itās why I chose Fox!ā He let go and she pulled her hands to her chest, sobbing in pain. He asked
āLast name?ā She looked up and flinched back, snapping
āMy family has nothing to do with any of this! They donāt know!ā He glared down at her and she flinched away, saying
āThey donāt know. They donāt know. They donāt know. They donāt know.ā He paused, then said
āAlright. Iāll believe you on that.ā She let out a relieved breath. That was the one thing she knew when she first started, she would never drag them into danger. Never. He asked
āHow many of you are there?ā
āTwenty.ā She said. He frowned and raised an eyebrow and she said
āThat was a lie, thirty.ā He asked
āDo I need to break more fingers?ā
āI will bite my tongue off.ā He grabbed her hand and she struggled to pull away again, screeching
āNo no no!ā
āThen tell me the truth.ā He said, before snapping another finger, on the other hand this time. She screamed and began sobbing again from the pain in her hands, chest, shoulder, and her arm. He grabbed another finger and she yelped, the words muddled through her sobs
āFour! Thereās four, I donāt know their names!ā He let go and she curled up, sobbing. He sighed and said
āIāll be back tomorrow. Youāre too much of a mess at the moment, little fox.ā She flinched and sobbed onto the ground as he walked away, closed the cell door and locked it.Ā
This was bad. This was so bad. Vixen took a few shallow breaths, then looked down at her hands. Oh no. Vixen swallowed, then carefully used her thumb and pinky to move her fingers back into place, yelping with every movement. Ok. Two more. Two more. She slowly got started on the next one, sobbing. It hurt, it hurt so so so much. But she needed to, otherwise it would heal wrong. She was going to get out of here, she was going to get out of here. She knew that. She was sure of that. Right? Her friends, theyād come for her. Theyād come for her. Right? Butā¦ they didnāt know where she was. She didnāt know where she was. She was in some prison tower, in a maze of a private estate. She was injured and cuffed, three of her fingers were broken, two on one hand, and one on the other, so she couldnāt even try to pick the lock. This was bad. He was getting information out of her too easily. She finished working on her fingers and gave up on doing anything but lying limp on the floor and sobbing in pain. Was she going to get out of here? What else might he do to her? How long would she be here? What could the others do? And after Damian was doneā¦ she would hang. That thought shook her. She would hang. She always knew that could happen if any of them got caught, butā¦ she never thought they would get caught. She knew it was a danger that she was in the rich section so often, running jobs, butā¦ the rich folks never cared enough to look at her too hard. Sheād never gotten hurt before, been too quick. The old sheriff hadnāt ever been able to even touch them.Ā
Yet Damian had. Heād almost caught them his first night. He identified the masks of two of them. Heād figured out there was a spy. He nearly caught them at every turn. Heād given her an identifiable injury. Heād known to look out for someone listening in. Heād noticed her, and noticed the bandage on her arm. Then he got guards to sneak up on her without her noticing and captured her.
What would her friends do if they noticed she was gone? No, they werenāt her family, when they noticed. Likely tonight when she didnāt show up to the meeting. Well, Owl would be panicking, Bunny would also be freaking out, and Crow would be determined to find her and get her out. Yeah, that sounded right. Then, once Crow got Owl and Bunny calmed down, they would make a plan. They would make a plan, find her, and get her out. Maybe even tonight. Or tomorrow night. She just needed to hold out. Sheād be alright.
She just needed to stay strong. She'd prepared for this. She'd prepared For this possibility. She kept Information from herself so she wouldn't spill it. She'd already spilled too much. Not again. She'd said there were four. Now he knew that he'd Already taken down a fourth of them. He now knew that he only needed to find three more. Ok. That was bad, but not horrible.
As for her nameā¦ Hopefully he didn't hurt her family. Please don't let him hurt her family. Anything but that.Ā
Vixen closed her eyes and took a shallow breath.Ā
She'd be out of here soon. She just needed to survive. Keep her head up. Don't give up. Keep fighting. Lie, or stay silent. Don't let him win. Don't Let him win.
She slipped into sleep, exhausted.
Footsteps. Keys Clacking against each other.
Vixen's eyes snapped open and She carefully sat up. That must be Damian. She took shallow breaths, telling herself.
Head up. Don't let him win. Don't give the information he wants. Dont-
She gasped as a sort of sharp Pain went through her heart and head, then faded.
What was that?Ā
Vixen was distracted by her thoughts as she saw a faint glow come into the area in front of the cell. What was that? It wasn't sunlight. Her question was answered as Damian came into view, carrying a golden ring that feltā¦ wrong. It glowed, but the glow was wrong. The glow was gold, yet cold. It lit up the cell dimly, hurting dully when it touched her, and it lit up Damian's triumphant Smirk. He gave her a look and said
āMore resilient than you seem, aren't you?ā She glared back and snapped in a voice that was horser than she wanted.Ā
āYeah. I am.ā He narrowed his eyes, then lifted the ring with a smirk and asked
āAny guesses what this is?ā She put on a false smirk and said
āYeah, useless.ā He laughed and hung the ring on a small hook on the wall across from the cell. She looked at it, then quickly away. Looking at it directly hurt her head. He leaned on the bars and asked with a smirk
āSomething wrong little fox?ā She shot a glare at him, her eyes flicking to the keys at his belt, in full view. Maybe she could get up and take them. Try another illusion. Just enough to take the keys. Her legs were unharmed, hopefully she could move a little bit with the cuffs around her ankles. She tried to take a deep breath, but flinched at the pain in her chest. She leaned back against the wall, still glaring at him. She went to pull from that little feeling to cast an illusion, when her entire body was racked with sharp burning pain. She let out a scream and curled up. As the pain faded, she heard him laughing. When she looked back up at him, hot tears blurring her vision as her head and heart ached, he smirked and said
āTried to use your illusions, didnāt you little fox.ā She took a shallow breath and snapped
āWhat is that?ā He smiled and pulled out one of the keys, starting to unlock the cell as he said
āIt keeps you from using your magic.ā He entered the cell and she couldnāt stop herself from shrinking against the wall, which made him smile more as he walked forward. She tried to move away, her heart beating fast as he kneeled down in front of her. His hand lashed out and grabbed her chin tightly, saying
āIt has no effect on normal people like myself. But it restraints demons like you.ā He tilted her head to look at it and flaring pain erupted in her mind again as she looked at it. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, but she could still see the glow through her eyelids, and it still hurt, just lesser. After a second, he let go and she quickly moved her face into the shadow he cast on her. Immediately, she felt relief. Then panic again as he grabbed her hands and frowned, saying
āYou set them back into place.ā She yanked her hands away and glared at him. He glared back at her and said
āThe glaring was funny at first. Now itās annoying.ā She opened her mouth, and he hit her across the face, she fell to the side and hit the ground with a thud and a yelp of pain. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up, leaning her against the wall in the light again, bringing the dull pain back. He snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her open her eyes and look at him as he leaned forward and asked
āHow are we gonna do this today?ā She gathered a ball of saliva, and spat in his face. He made a sound of disgust and wiped his face off. She clenched her jaw and got ready. Maybe heād forget about any information he wanted if she made him mad. After a second, he glared at her and said
āOh little fox, you donāt know all youāve gotten into.ā She glared at him and went to spit again when he grabbed her hair and slammed her head back into the wall. She let out an animalistic sound of pain, and a yelp when he slammed her head again. He slammed it a third time and her vision went black.Ā
āWake up little fox. I can't have you passing out on me yet.ā Oh, her head hurt. It hurt so much. She blearily opened her eyes with a small whimper. He lifted her chin as he carefully leaned her against the wall. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. She blinked to try and clear Her blurry vision, only to see his smirking face as he said
āYou passed out for a second.ā Anger flared up and she yelled
āMaybe because you slammed my head into the wall you-ā He hit her again, the other side of her face this time. She let out a yelp and he caught her, setting her back up. He asked
āDo you have any more comments before we get started?ā She glared at him and went to curse at him, earning another hit And he said
āOh, little fox. Language.ā Tears of pain ran hot down her face as she glared at him, but kept her mouth closed. He smiled and touched her leg, a jolt Of fear went through her and she tried to move away. Nonononono. He couldn't, he-Ā
Damian glanced at her face and laughed, moving His Hand to the floor and shifting his position. When he finished, he smirked and said
āOh little Fox. You don't need to be scared of anything like that. I have honor.ā He grabbed her throat and hissed
āUnlike thieves. Or spies.ā He squeezed and she tried to gasp for air as he strangled her. As black entered her vision, he let go and she gasped for air, swallowing it. Then she took too deep of a breath and pain shot through her chest again. She let out a little whimper. He lifted her chin with a couple of fingers, making her look back at that bright painful light, and said
āThe four of you chose to have masks disguising yourselves as animals. The more I think about it, the more it fits. You are an honorless animal, little fox.ā She ripped her head away and he laughed, grabbing it and hissing in her face,Ā
āSomething about animals. They can break. Then theyāre docile. They give up. And so will you. You will give me what I want. You will answer my questionsā She glared at him and snapped
āNo I wonāt. Iāll fight till I hang.ā He smiled and said
āWeāll see about that.ā He leaned forward and said quietly
āIf you behave, do what I want you to, tell me all you know, you may live.ā Vixen froze, then let out a bark of a laugh and looked at him, saying
āDamien, youāre not a good liar. Besides, Iāll never betray my friends.ā He laughed and said
āWeāll see about that.ā He paused, and she glared at him. After a moment, he smiled and asked
āYou care more about them than you do yourself, donāt you?ā She gave a small eyeroll, but kept her mouth shut. He hit her, hard, then grabbed her face and said in a sickly sweet voice
āThat was a question. I expect an answer.ā She forced a smile and said
āWell youāre not getting one. Same answer with-ā He hit her again, sending her to the ground without catching her this time. Vixen closed her eyes and took steady breaths. Sheād be ok. Just hold out. Stay defiant. Make him give up on getting information.Ā
She wouldnāt die here. If she was going to die, she was sure Damien would make sure it was a public hanging, as an example. She opened her eyes and looked up when she heard metal.Ā
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
She struggled as he moved her back up. She lashed out with her legs and he grabbed them, tucking her lower legs under him, immobilizing them. He looked at the knife and said
āAlright. Letās start with our first question. Weāll work on it as long as needed. If you answer me the first time, I wonāt hurt you. Understood?ā She glared at him and he pressed the knife to her arm, saying
āThat was a questionā
āAnd I chose not to awn-ā He pressed the blade into her skin, pulling down slightly, separating the skin from her arm and she let out a scream of pain. When he was done, he said
āLittle fox. You donāt get to choose. If you donāt answer, or you lie, you get hurt. Understood?ā
āYes, yes.ā She gasped out. He smiled and lifted the blade. She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the sharp Pain in her chest, and the burning pain in her arm. He snapped and she jumped, looking up Again. He smiled and said
āGood. Let's begin.ā She glared at him and he smacked her, not as hard this time, then snapped to get her attention again as he said
āTry to be a little respectful, little fox. You're at my mercy.ā She glared and snapped
āWhat mercy?ā He grabbed her neck and slammed her back against the wall again, Getting in her face and SayingĀ
āI'm giving you the option to avoid pain. I'm not killing you now. I'm being more merciful than you deserve, little fox.ā He tightened his grip and she struggled for air as he said
āWithout being merciful, you'd already be a broken little fox.ā He slammed her and said
āYou're a traitorous thief and spy. If I didn't need the information you have, I would cut out That lying tongue And rip out those spying eyes.ā She brought Her hands up and tried to pull his hand away from her throat, but he only squeezed tighter, her vision darkening, and he hissed
āIf I wasn't merciful, your corpse would be hanging from the wall for all to see. For all to see what happens to spies and thieves.ā As her vision went dark, he let go and she gasped for air, her vision returning, as he said
āBut I am merciful.ā He snapped and She flinched away, looking at him as he smiled and said
āSo you're alive, and can avoid pain by answering My questions.ā She looked down and touched her neck tenderly with her fingers. He snapped and she Looked up again. He grabbed her arm and said
āLet's start. Are you the only One of the four that has magic?ā She clenched her jaw and prepared herself, glaring at him. He sighed and said
āAnd that's a simple question.ā He pressed the knife to her skin and she let out a high pitched, breathy sound of pain as he slowly dragged it down her arm, peeling her skin off. She screamed and he paused, he snapped to make her look at her again as he asked
āIs there anyone else in the four that has magic? Who?ā Vixen gathered her strength and snapped
āThatās two-ā He started again and she let out another long scream. She devolved into sobs as he kept going, begging
āStop! Stop! Stop please! Please!ā He paused and said
āI will if you tell me. Do any of the other have magic?ā She couldnāt betray Crow. If she said yes, he might use that ring, that continued to hurt her head and heart, against him too. She clenched her jaw and hissed
āI'm not telling you.ā Then she screamed as he started again. After a second that lasted forever, she screamed a lie
āI don't know!ā He pressed harder and yelled Over her scream
āThen you would have told me that earlier.ā He continued, and her screams mixed with sobs. He paused and she tried to move away, clenching Her jaw. He sighed and removed the knife, sayingĀ
āI only have so much time for you. So I'll stop this.ā She Let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against the wall. He grabbed her arm and she was yanked back up with a yelp. He put the knife down and pulled out a needle and thread. He smiled and asked
āDo you know what I'm about to do?ā She shrunk away. He yanked her back, tightening his hand on her arm. He asked
āDo you know? I Expect an answer.ā She tried to move away as she squeakedĀ
āNoā He smiled and lifted the already threaded needle and said
āI can't have you bleeding out, or an infection getting too bad. So I'll sew the skin back on.ā
AHNDHSKDGSJSUD THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT??? A CHARACTER THAT WORKS OUTSIDE THE LAW GETTING CAUGHT BY THE CRUEL HANDS OF THE LAW!!!
And even worse that he came prepared! His line about setting up a trap and her falling right into it before calling her ālittle foxā akshejdgsjsgdjxyxhd Heās turning part of her identity into a demeaning nickname and I love it!!!!
She started off so confident, easily sneaking past him just for her victory to end in a smoldering heap!! Her thoughts getting more and more desperate as the situation claws every worry out of her, while he pushes her confidence to the absolute limit, piling on more and more pain but her determination is never fully gone!!! Her defiance still breaks through her lapses of compliance AND THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING FOR HER!!!
I love how casual Damian kind of is about this whole thing. He talks as if heās been planning this for a while and his actions say just as much. Like where did he even get a magic repressor from?? But for him to go through all these lengths, to have so much anger for her that he canāt see past her being a thief, this seems to be more personal to him than just a badge. Either that or he takes his job very, very seriously.
This is amazing, if you ever were to pick it back up I would love to read it! No pressure though!!
While I was reading I thought āthis would be fucked up if she was apart of some teenage rebellion gangā but SHEāS ONLY SIXTEEN?? Her saying that makes a lot more sense now lol but nooooo
How is he spouting off about how her and her friends are dishonorable when heās torturing a literal child???
(You should definitely post the Mithra snippet. I donāt know who she is but I am intrigued.)
This is a bit of whump writing I did for an OC, it's pretty long so it's under the cut. It's part of a story I'm not sure if I'll pick up again
Super basic context: Vixen is a part of a robin hood style type gang where they use animal masks to hide their identities, and she has just been captured by the sheriff! (Also magic exists, she does illusions.)
4806 words, only mildly proofread.
The blindfold was yanked off and Vixen was quite literally thrown into the cell, she turned her shoulder before she hit the wall with a heavy thud and slid to the ground. She looked up, making her face terrified, confused, and in pain. Not too far from reality, but exaggerated. Damian, that cursed sheriff, too smart, stood in the doorway of the dark cell looking down at her. Where was she? She didn't hear any other prisoners down here, and there were too many stairs and turns that she thought the jail had. Damian walked forward and she cowered, pleading
"Please, I don't understand! You must have the wrong person!" He left the cell door open. Idiot. He walked forward and she shrunk against the wall, trying to look terrified and innocent. He smirked and said
"Don't lie to me little fox. I know who you are." She opened her mouth to speak, but he was faster, his arm striking out like a snake to grab her injured arm. She let out a yelp of pain as his fingers touched her unprotected injury, pulling it up towards him and saying
"I inflicted this myself." She tried to pull away, but he held her arm tight. He brought his other hand to her arm and traced the injury just within the edges, causing her to take sharp breaths of pain as he said
"You feel the edges of this? My weapon did that." Real tears of pain welled up as she said
"Please! Let me go! I got it while running jobs!" He laughed and pressed on it, causing another yelp from her, before he let go, sayingĀ
"Running jobs, huh? What a perfect cover. So many of the scum come to this quarter to run errands for pitances of coin, with no record, and with so many of you vermin running around, recognition is minimal." He reached out and grabbed her face, forcing her to look up at him as she tried to pull away. He narrowed his eyes and said
"It'd send you all over, and no one would notice if you were listening. Perfect for a spy." He let go and she shrunk away, letting out fake sobs and sayingĀ
"Please, I just want to support my family! I haven't done anything wrong!" He sighed and moved away slightly. Perfect. First, cover her hands with an illusion, then get started at undoing the handcuffs. He sighed and asked
"How long are you going to keep up with this little fox?" She looked up at him and said
"Sheriff, please, I don't-"
"Stop lying to me. I know who you are. What is your name?"
"Elizabeth Lorton, please, I haven't done anything" Vixen lied as she caught the cuffs that came undone. Time for the hard part. She cast an Illusion of herself over herself, then kept her real self invisible as she stepped up, placing her feet quietly, moving away slowly as he sighed and said
"Elizabeth, I don't have the patience for this. You are one of the theives I've been hunting. Specifically the fox. You also spy for them. I know this, and so do you, so stop lying, and you'll come out of this easier." Vixen, invisible, smirked and rolled her eyes, then had her illusion answer desperatelyĀ
"I swear, I'm not. I don't understand, I don't know what you're talking about!ā Vixen slipped out of the cell as Damian stepped closer to the illusion and snapped
āStop lying girl!ā Vixen had the illusion plead
āI'm not! Please sheriff! I'm innocent!ā Then Vixen took off down the hallway, well, the part of it. She came to a spiral staircase and began climbing, running as fast as she could. After a second, she heard Damian laugh and call
āYou can't escape, tricky fox!ā Vixen ignored him and kept climbing, until she finally came to the door. She carefully pushed it open and looked outside.
Oh no. She was on a private estate. the door was at the end of a hall, with a window on one side, showing a courtyard. She checked for guards, and seeing none, She closed the door and raced down the hallway, trying every door and window she came across. All locked, and all would take too much time to pick with Damian chasing. She turned down a hallway, and found an unlocked door. She slipped in, only to see more hallways.Ā
Vixen kept running, getting completely lost after a few doors. She stopped at another one, catching her breath and looking back. She didn't see him, but she was lost, with no way out. Alright, she could get out, she just needed a window. Maybe through this door, and one more, on the right. She raced through and opened a door, only for her arm to be grabbed and lifted, hard enough it felt like it was being pulled out of its socket. She looked at her attacker and saw the smirking Damian, who said
āOh, little fox. You thought you could escape, didn't you? But you only blew any claim of being innocent.ā She struggled against him, kicking and thrashing. He smirked and went to speak, when she got a hit right in his gut. The moment her boot hit him, he threw her, sending her flying into a wall. Vixen hit the wall, and heard a sickening crack in her chest as she screamed in the sudden pain. She sunk to the ground and gasped to regain her breath, but a sharp pain stabbed through her. Oh no, she must have broken a rib. She tried to keep her breaths shallow as she went to get up, but she couldnāt bring herself to move. She looked up as Damian straightened up and looked at her. He walked over with a scowl and picked her up, grabbing her wrists and pulling her to her feet, sayingĀ
āDon't try that again little fox.ā She hissed at him and he chuckled, saying
āNot so upset now I see.ā He grabbed her arm and yanked, causing a duel Pop and scream of pain. Vixen's knees buckled as her vision went spotty and he snapped
āCalm down little fox, it's just dislocated.ā He dropped her and she took a sharp breath as she touched her shoulder. She tried to yank her feet away when she felt him touch them, but he grabbed them and she looked down to see him putting A pair of cuffs on them. He snapped
āI'll get better Things later, to keep you under control. A friend of mine has something that'll stop the illusions. Hands.ā She yanked her hands away and he sighed, striking out and grabbing one wrist, then the one on her dislocated arm. He cuffed them as well, then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and walking To a door. She tried to kick and he snapped
āDo you want me to break your legs?ā She froze and resigned herself to paying attention to where he went. Locked door. Hallway, 3rd locked door on the right. More hallway, lots Of twists and turns, more doors, and she was lost by the time he opened another door and she saw the hallway she started in. She looked out the window as the passed it. He paused in the sunlight, And said
āEnjoy the sunlight while I open this door. You won't be seeing it for a while.ā She tried to jerk, but he steadied her on his shoulder with a chuckle. She heard him unlock the door and step forward, and she tried to jerk away again, but He put his arm over her and held her tight. He stepped in and locked the door behind them, sayingĀ
āI guessed you may try to escape, so I left you a pathway of unlocked doors, while I went the faster way and caught you. You fell right into my trap, little fox.ā She jerked and he let go, sayingĀ
āI'd stop jerking. I might drop you down the stairs, and it's a long fall.ā She paused. He did have a point. With her Feet and hands restrained, she would just fall, and break more things. She took a breath and flinched at the pain. He chuckled and she clenched her teeth. Well, he wasn't going to be nice to get information from her. Thank goodness she took so many precautions. She couldnāt give away their names Or describe their faces, no matter how much he Hurt her. Since Owl and Crow were the ones taking care of hiding loot before distribution, that Wasn't something she could give away either. Now, she just had to not die. Orā¦ bite off her tongue and choke on the blood, but that was not an ideal solution. He walked down the stairs and took her off his shoulder when they reached the cell. He put her down and asked
āAre we going to make this easy or hard?ā She glared at him and jerked away. He sighed and said
āHard. Alright then.ā He kneeled down and grabbed her arm, shoving it back into place. She let out another scream at the sudden pain, then tried to take a deep breath, but that caused another stab of pain. She swallowed a sob and glared at him. He grabbed her hand and asked
āWhat is your name? I know you were lying before.ā She smirked and said
āDamian Harrington.ā He glared at her and grabbed her hands, then grabbed one of her fingers and held it in a position that would make it easy to break her finger. He asked again
āWhat is your name?ā Vixen took a deep breath, ignoring the pain, then said
āVanessa Harrington.ā From what she heard, that was his mother's name. She didnāt have time to be smug before pain erupted in her hand and she let out a scream. When the spots cleared from her blurry vision, she saw him staring back at her, asking
āName? Real name.ā She spat through the tears of pain
āLittle fox-ā He broke another finger and she yelled in pain, then took gasping breaths of pain as she sobbed from the pain. She couldnāt do that again. She couldnāt do that again. She couldnāt do that again. He grabbed another finger and started to ask
āWhat is your-āĀ
āVixen!ā She sobbed out. He started pressing and she made a gasping yelp and she snapped
āItās Vixen! I swear! Itās why I chose Fox!ā He let go and she pulled her hands to her chest, sobbing in pain. He asked
āLast name?ā She looked up and flinched back, snapping
āMy family has nothing to do with any of this! They donāt know!ā He glared down at her and she flinched away, saying
āThey donāt know. They donāt know. They donāt know. They donāt know.ā He paused, then said
āAlright. Iāll believe you on that.ā She let out a relieved breath. That was the one thing she knew when she first started, she would never drag them into danger. Never. He asked
āHow many of you are there?ā
āTwenty.ā She said. He frowned and raised an eyebrow and she said
āThat was a lie, thirty.ā He asked
āDo I need to break more fingers?ā
āI will bite my tongue off.ā He grabbed her hand and she struggled to pull away again, screeching
āNo no no!ā
āThen tell me the truth.ā He said, before snapping another finger, on the other hand this time. She screamed and began sobbing again from the pain in her hands, chest, shoulder, and her arm. He grabbed another finger and she yelped, the words muddled through her sobs
āFour! Thereās four, I donāt know their names!ā He let go and she curled up, sobbing. He sighed and said
āIāll be back tomorrow. Youāre too much of a mess at the moment, little fox.ā She flinched and sobbed onto the ground as he walked away, closed the cell door and locked it.Ā
This was bad. This was so bad. Vixen took a few shallow breaths, then looked down at her hands. Oh no. Vixen swallowed, then carefully used her thumb and pinky to move her fingers back into place, yelping with every movement. Ok. Two more. Two more. She slowly got started on the next one, sobbing. It hurt, it hurt so so so much. But she needed to, otherwise it would heal wrong. She was going to get out of here, she was going to get out of here. She knew that. She was sure of that. Right? Her friends, theyād come for her. Theyād come for her. Right? Butā¦ they didnāt know where she was. She didnāt know where she was. She was in some prison tower, in a maze of a private estate. She was injured and cuffed, three of her fingers were broken, two on one hand, and one on the other, so she couldnāt even try to pick the lock. This was bad. He was getting information out of her too easily. She finished working on her fingers and gave up on doing anything but lying limp on the floor and sobbing in pain. Was she going to get out of here? What else might he do to her? How long would she be here? What could the others do? And after Damian was doneā¦ she would hang. That thought shook her. She would hang. She always knew that could happen if any of them got caught, butā¦ she never thought they would get caught. She knew it was a danger that she was in the rich section so often, running jobs, butā¦ the rich folks never cared enough to look at her too hard. Sheād never gotten hurt before, been too quick. The old sheriff hadnāt ever been able to even touch them.Ā
Yet Damian had. Heād almost caught them his first night. He identified the masks of two of them. Heād figured out there was a spy. He nearly caught them at every turn. Heād given her an identifiable injury. Heād known to look out for someone listening in. Heād noticed her, and noticed the bandage on her arm. Then he got guards to sneak up on her without her noticing and captured her.
What would her friends do if they noticed she was gone? No, they werenāt her family, when they noticed. Likely tonight when she didnāt show up to the meeting. Well, Owl would be panicking, Bunny would also be freaking out, and Crow would be determined to find her and get her out. Yeah, that sounded right. Then, once Crow got Owl and Bunny calmed down, they would make a plan. They would make a plan, find her, and get her out. Maybe even tonight. Or tomorrow night. She just needed to hold out. Sheād be alright.
She just needed to stay strong. She'd prepared for this. She'd prepared For this possibility. She kept Information from herself so she wouldn't spill it. She'd already spilled too much. Not again. She'd said there were four. Now he knew that he'd Already taken down a fourth of them. He now knew that he only needed to find three more. Ok. That was bad, but not horrible.
As for her nameā¦ Hopefully he didn't hurt her family. Please don't let him hurt her family. Anything but that.Ā
Vixen closed her eyes and took a shallow breath.Ā
She'd be out of here soon. She just needed to survive. Keep her head up. Don't give up. Keep fighting. Lie, or stay silent. Don't let him win. Don't Let him win.
She slipped into sleep, exhausted.
Footsteps. Keys Clacking against each other.
Vixen's eyes snapped open and She carefully sat up. That must be Damian. She took shallow breaths, telling herself.
Head up. Don't let him win. Don't give the information he wants. Dont-
She gasped as a sort of sharp Pain went through her heart and head, then faded.
What was that?Ā
Vixen was distracted by her thoughts as she saw a faint glow come into the area in front of the cell. What was that? It wasn't sunlight. Her question was answered as Damian came into view, carrying a golden ring that feltā¦ wrong. It glowed, but the glow was wrong. The glow was gold, yet cold. It lit up the cell dimly, hurting dully when it touched her, and it lit up Damian's triumphant Smirk. He gave her a look and said
āMore resilient than you seem, aren't you?ā She glared back and snapped in a voice that was horser than she wanted.Ā
āYeah. I am.ā He narrowed his eyes, then lifted the ring with a smirk and asked
āAny guesses what this is?ā She put on a false smirk and said
āYeah, useless.ā He laughed and hung the ring on a small hook on the wall across from the cell. She looked at it, then quickly away. Looking at it directly hurt her head. He leaned on the bars and asked with a smirk
āSomething wrong little fox?ā She shot a glare at him, her eyes flicking to the keys at his belt, in full view. Maybe she could get up and take them. Try another illusion. Just enough to take the keys. Her legs were unharmed, hopefully she could move a little bit with the cuffs around her ankles. She tried to take a deep breath, but flinched at the pain in her chest. She leaned back against the wall, still glaring at him. She went to pull from that little feeling to cast an illusion, when her entire body was racked with sharp burning pain. She let out a scream and curled up. As the pain faded, she heard him laughing. When she looked back up at him, hot tears blurring her vision as her head and heart ached, he smirked and said
āTried to use your illusions, didnāt you little fox.ā She took a shallow breath and snapped
āWhat is that?ā He smiled and pulled out one of the keys, starting to unlock the cell as he said
āIt keeps you from using your magic.ā He entered the cell and she couldnāt stop herself from shrinking against the wall, which made him smile more as he walked forward. She tried to move away, her heart beating fast as he kneeled down in front of her. His hand lashed out and grabbed her chin tightly, saying
āIt has no effect on normal people like myself. But it restraints demons like you.ā He tilted her head to look at it and flaring pain erupted in her mind again as she looked at it. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, but she could still see the glow through her eyelids, and it still hurt, just lesser. After a second, he let go and she quickly moved her face into the shadow he cast on her. Immediately, she felt relief. Then panic again as he grabbed her hands and frowned, saying
āYou set them back into place.ā She yanked her hands away and glared at him. He glared back at her and said
āThe glaring was funny at first. Now itās annoying.ā She opened her mouth, and he hit her across the face, she fell to the side and hit the ground with a thud and a yelp of pain. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up, leaning her against the wall in the light again, bringing the dull pain back. He snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her open her eyes and look at him as he leaned forward and asked
āHow are we gonna do this today?ā She gathered a ball of saliva, and spat in his face. He made a sound of disgust and wiped his face off. She clenched her jaw and got ready. Maybe heād forget about any information he wanted if she made him mad. After a second, he glared at her and said
āOh little fox, you donāt know all youāve gotten into.ā She glared at him and went to spit again when he grabbed her hair and slammed her head back into the wall. She let out an animalistic sound of pain, and a yelp when he slammed her head again. He slammed it a third time and her vision went black.Ā
āWake up little fox. I can't have you passing out on me yet.ā Oh, her head hurt. It hurt so much. She blearily opened her eyes with a small whimper. He lifted her chin as he carefully leaned her against the wall. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. She blinked to try and clear Her blurry vision, only to see his smirking face as he said
āYou passed out for a second.ā Anger flared up and she yelled
āMaybe because you slammed my head into the wall you-ā He hit her again, the other side of her face this time. She let out a yelp and he caught her, setting her back up. He asked
āDo you have any more comments before we get started?ā She glared at him and went to curse at him, earning another hit And he said
āOh, little fox. Language.ā Tears of pain ran hot down her face as she glared at him, but kept her mouth closed. He smiled and touched her leg, a jolt Of fear went through her and she tried to move away. Nonononono. He couldn't, he-Ā
Damian glanced at her face and laughed, moving His Hand to the floor and shifting his position. When he finished, he smirked and said
āOh little Fox. You don't need to be scared of anything like that. I have honor.ā He grabbed her throat and hissed
āUnlike thieves. Or spies.ā He squeezed and she tried to gasp for air as he strangled her. As black entered her vision, he let go and she gasped for air, swallowing it. Then she took too deep of a breath and pain shot through her chest again. She let out a little whimper. He lifted her chin with a couple of fingers, making her look back at that bright painful light, and said
āThe four of you chose to have masks disguising yourselves as animals. The more I think about it, the more it fits. You are an honorless animal, little fox.ā She ripped her head away and he laughed, grabbing it and hissing in her face,Ā
āSomething about animals. They can break. Then theyāre docile. They give up. And so will you. You will give me what I want. You will answer my questionsā She glared at him and snapped
āNo I wonāt. Iāll fight till I hang.ā He smiled and said
āWeāll see about that.ā He leaned forward and said quietly
āIf you behave, do what I want you to, tell me all you know, you may live.ā Vixen froze, then let out a bark of a laugh and looked at him, saying
āDamien, youāre not a good liar. Besides, Iāll never betray my friends.ā He laughed and said
āWeāll see about that.ā He paused, and she glared at him. After a moment, he smiled and asked
āYou care more about them than you do yourself, donāt you?ā She gave a small eyeroll, but kept her mouth shut. He hit her, hard, then grabbed her face and said in a sickly sweet voice
āThat was a question. I expect an answer.ā She forced a smile and said
āWell youāre not getting one. Same answer with-ā He hit her again, sending her to the ground without catching her this time. Vixen closed her eyes and took steady breaths. Sheād be ok. Just hold out. Stay defiant. Make him give up on getting information.Ā
She wouldnāt die here. If she was going to die, she was sure Damien would make sure it was a public hanging, as an example. She opened her eyes and looked up when she heard metal.Ā
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
She struggled as he moved her back up. She lashed out with her legs and he grabbed them, tucking her lower legs under him, immobilizing them. He looked at the knife and said
āAlright. Letās start with our first question. Weāll work on it as long as needed. If you answer me the first time, I wonāt hurt you. Understood?ā She glared at him and he pressed the knife to her arm, saying
āThat was a questionā
āAnd I chose not to awn-ā He pressed the blade into her skin, pulling down slightly, separating the skin from her arm and she let out a scream of pain. When he was done, he said
āLittle fox. You donāt get to choose. If you donāt answer, or you lie, you get hurt. Understood?ā
āYes, yes.ā She gasped out. He smiled and lifted the blade. She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the sharp Pain in her chest, and the burning pain in her arm. He snapped and she jumped, looking up Again. He smiled and said
āGood. Let's begin.ā She glared at him and he smacked her, not as hard this time, then snapped to get her attention again as he said
āTry to be a little respectful, little fox. You're at my mercy.ā She glared and snapped
āWhat mercy?ā He grabbed her neck and slammed her back against the wall again, Getting in her face and SayingĀ
āI'm giving you the option to avoid pain. I'm not killing you now. I'm being more merciful than you deserve, little fox.ā He tightened his grip and she struggled for air as he said
āWithout being merciful, you'd already be a broken little fox.ā He slammed her and said
āYou're a traitorous thief and spy. If I didn't need the information you have, I would cut out That lying tongue And rip out those spying eyes.ā She brought Her hands up and tried to pull his hand away from her throat, but he only squeezed tighter, her vision darkening, and he hissed
āIf I wasn't merciful, your corpse would be hanging from the wall for all to see. For all to see what happens to spies and thieves.ā As her vision went dark, he let go and she gasped for air, her vision returning, as he said
āBut I am merciful.ā He snapped and She flinched away, looking at him as he smiled and said
āSo you're alive, and can avoid pain by answering My questions.ā She looked down and touched her neck tenderly with her fingers. He snapped and she Looked up again. He grabbed her arm and said
āLet's start. Are you the only One of the four that has magic?ā She clenched her jaw and prepared herself, glaring at him. He sighed and said
āAnd that's a simple question.ā He pressed the knife to her skin and she let out a high pitched, breathy sound of pain as he slowly dragged it down her arm, peeling her skin off. She screamed and he paused, he snapped to make her look at her again as he asked
āIs there anyone else in the four that has magic? Who?ā Vixen gathered her strength and snapped
āThatās two-ā He started again and she let out another long scream. She devolved into sobs as he kept going, begging
āStop! Stop! Stop please! Please!ā He paused and said
āI will if you tell me. Do any of the other have magic?ā She couldnāt betray Crow. If she said yes, he might use that ring, that continued to hurt her head and heart, against him too. She clenched her jaw and hissed
āI'm not telling you.ā Then she screamed as he started again. After a second that lasted forever, she screamed a lie
āI don't know!ā He pressed harder and yelled Over her scream
āThen you would have told me that earlier.ā He continued, and her screams mixed with sobs. He paused and she tried to move away, clenching Her jaw. He sighed and removed the knife, sayingĀ
āI only have so much time for you. So I'll stop this.ā She Let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against the wall. He grabbed her arm and she was yanked back up with a yelp. He put the knife down and pulled out a needle and thread. He smiled and asked
āDo you know what I'm about to do?ā She shrunk away. He yanked her back, tightening his hand on her arm. He asked
āDo you know? I Expect an answer.ā She tried to move away as she squeakedĀ
āNoā He smiled and lifted the already threaded needle and said
āI can't have you bleeding out, or an infection getting too bad. So I'll sew the skin back on.ā
AHNDHSKDGSJSUD THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT??? A CHARACTER THAT WORKS OUTSIDE THE LAW GETTING CAUGHT BY THE CRUEL HANDS OF THE LAW!!!
And even worse that he came prepared! His line about setting up a trap and her falling right into it before calling her ālittle foxā akshejdgsjsgdjxyxhd Heās turning part of her identity into a demeaning nickname and I love it!!!!
She started off so confident, easily sneaking past him just for her victory to end in a smoldering heap!! Her thoughts getting more and more desperate as the situation claws every worry out of her, while he pushes her confidence to the absolute limit, piling on more and more pain but her determination is never fully gone!!! Her defiance still breaks through her lapses of compliance AND THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING FOR HER!!!
I love how casual Damian kind of is about this whole thing. He talks as if heās been planning this for a while and his actions say just as much. Like where did he even get a magic repressor from?? But for him to go through all these lengths, to have so much anger for her that he canāt see past her being a thief, this seems to be more personal to him than just a badge. Either that or he takes his job very, very seriously.
This is amazing, if you ever were to pick it back up I would love to read it! No pressure though!!
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Whumpee choosing to he bitter, to be angry and mean and cold and difficult with everyone around them. Punishing them for trying to get close, pushing everyone away before someone else can be hurt by them and before someone can hurt them again.
Pushing everyone away over and over, snarling and biting and maybe even cruel. Warning everyone that they aren't safe to be around. They're just an animal about to lash out. They're already warning them. What they see is what they'll get. They're broken and angry and hurt. A ball and chain. And if they get too close, they'll drag them down too.
And it works. It works so well. Everyone who ever tries to get close to Whumpee end up leaving. And Whumpee knows they deserve it, because no one should have to carry the weight of another person who doesn't want to change.
(But that doesn't stop Whumpee from secretly... hoping that someday, someone will decide to stay anyway, and somehow love Whumpee no matter how much Whumpee hurts them).
CW: Seizure symptoms, convulsions, hallucinations, cognitive decline, physical deterioration. Too many to list here. Readers beware.
š§ š„ Seizures
Seizures are SUCH A FUN mechanic to write. A well-written seizure event lends itself beautifully to whump, angst, hurt/comfort and sickfics. SO MANY lovely causes and symptoms to make your poor whumpee suffer.
Some fascinating things I've learnt:
Seizure threshold
Things like sleep deprivation, stimulant overuse, dehydration, stress, fever, low blood sugar can push the brain over the seizure threshold. Stack the effects of these stressors, make them compound, and your whumpee can go from "I'm ok! I'm just tired!" to having a head full of pop rocks.
Imagine an overworked whumpee, having to extend their physical and mental resources, either because they are under duress by Whumper, or because the situation demands it. The effects of their exhaustion, physical stress and maybe even performance-enhancing drugs push them ever closer to the seizure threshold, until they finally cross it.
Maybe it happens after the high intensity event. So everybody has survived, or Whumper has finally let up, and they're fine, just a bit out of it, and then BOOM. They're down for the count.
Or worse, does it happen in the middle of a crisis? They're in a shootout, or a high stakes heist, or a situation where stealth is required...
BONUS, if the thing they're doing is what causes them to tip over the seizure threshold, like a mage trying to heal someone with their over-extended mage resources, and their brain starts to stutter and blink out.
Aftereffects
The seizure is not always the worst part. Even after a short seizure, the nervous system can remain wrecked for a long time: muscle soreness, emotional instability, slowed cognition, headaches, sensory sensitivity, exhaustion, sleeping a whole lot afterward..
They can even temporarily lose memory, language, memory, motor coordination, and awareness. Sometimes they come back terrified and confused, because they wake up but a lot of their mental faculties is still offline and everything is overwhelming and doesn't make sense. Caretaker: "Look I can deal with Whumpee bleeding and their bones bent out of shape, but when he woke up and he looked at me so scared and confused... that was the worst."
Or whumpee waking up with memory gaps. Or with aphasia; struggling to find the right words, speaking in fragmented sentences, or mixing up words. "The hyperdrive is funch-- fshunc--"
If your whumpee goes through a tonic-clonic seizure (the kind where they convulse), they can bite their tongue (usually the side, not the tip) when their teeth clench.
If it's particularly violent, they can fracture bones, tear muscle or dislocate joints.
A whumpee can start feeling the onset of warning sensations, and think, "oh I think I'm in trouble--" and then wake up on the floor. Maybe in the middle of a room that has been pushed clear of furniture, with team members trying to hold them down.
Oooh, opportunities for caretakers or team members to feel guilt for not catching the symptoms earlier. Or for having outrightly dismissed them. Which brings me nicely into--
Seizures don't always look dramatic
The dramatic kind are the ones we usually see on tv/movies. With good reason. They are deliciously cinematic and immediately signal breakdown.
These usually involve: collapse, full body convulsions, rigid muscles, loss of consciousness, choking sounds, tongue biting and cyanosis (lips, tongue and fingertips visibly turn blue from lack of oxygen). Observers immediate KNOW something is wrong.
But there are also the kind of seizures that are devastatingly quiet and easy to overlook: staring into space, brief confusion, repetitive movements, emotional surges, speech anomalies, āzoning outā, losing a few seconds of time.
Whumpee may not remember part of the conversation. They might try to piece together what was just said, or quietly ask what happened, trying not to draw attention to their "lapse".
They could start slurring. Or maybe they suddenly canāt perform a familiar task. Even become uncharacteristically emotional.
These signs can be easily mistaken as distraction, panic attacks, intoxication, exhaustion, dissociation, PMS(!), sulking, crankiness, or just "being weird". (Perfect opportunity for team or caretaker angst!)
Feeling a rising sense of dread, like something terrible is going to happen, is also a possible effect.
Hallucinations
Visual hallucinations can include: flashes of light, geometric patterns, shadows, colour distortions, tunnel vision, warped faces, movement in peripheral vision
Auditory hallucinations: buzzing, ringing, distorted voices, music, muffled speech, sounds becoming strangely loud or distant. "Can someone PLEASE turn down the comm link? What do you mean it's not on. I hear it and Chloe is singing."
Olfactory hallucinations (hahah I love this): burning, metal, chemicals, rotting smells
Time distortions: feeling like time slowed down, events are looping, losing chunks of time entirely, feeling trapped in a moment, feeling like several minutes passed when only seconds did, sudden certainty that something has already happened. "Will you stop saying that, I heard you the first time."
Spatial hallucinations (Alice in Wonderland syndrome): Rooms feeling tilted, objects seeming too large or too small, too close or too far away. "Whoa, are we in the right ship? The cockpit is... so much bigger." Movements may seem delayed or jerky. They might feel disconnected from their own body position.
Something to note: hallucinations caused by seizures are brief. So you're not going to have your whumpee hallucinating their dead mother for hours on end. It usually lasts seconds or minutes. "Wha-- sorry. I just... I thought I saw my mom walk by the door. Hahaha, she's been dead 10 years... I'm just... I'm just being stupid."
Worse, they might KNOW what they're hallucinating isn't real, but it FEELS real. "I know it's not burning, I'm looking right at it, but it SMELLS like it's on fire. Can you PLEASE just check again?"
Imagine a whumpee staring at someone they've never met and trying deperately to remember their name. Or holding a tool that they have always wielded like an extension of their body and they suddenly have no idea what to do with it or what it's for. AAAGGH.
OK, this is way longer than I intended it to be ahhahahha, but it usually ends up this way. Oops!
Seizures are unlike many other medical whump mechanics because the effects can be disorienting and impactful before, during AND after.
I included a whole lot of these symptoms in this fic: Purgatory.
Please note, I am NOT medically trained at all, these are entirely for fictional writing purposes.
anyway shoutout to "small" whump moments. minor bruises and scars, limping, everyday vulnerability and exhaustion, headaches, training fights with teammates that leave them a bit sore, punched/slapped outside of a torture/captivity context <3<3
Iāve seen a lot of prompts with Whumpeeās in like ice baths or just getting drowned in them, but what about hygiene whump in general?
Like, Whumper forcefully brushing Whumpeeās teeth and āaccidentallyā/purposefully gagging Whumpee with the toothbrush because they were moving too much.
Or Whumper being rough with brushing their hair, maybe threatening to cut it off if Whumpee has long hair they really like.
And with baths, either making it to hot or to cold for Whumpee and calling them dramatic when/if they point it out.
Thatās all I got for now but feel free to add on ^^
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So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow
Supervillain forcing Henchman work for them using blackmail/threats
Henchman feeling like they can't reach out for help, as they are a criminal and so not worthy of saving.
Henchman suffering Supervillainās wrath after accidentally defeating Hero in a fight and taking the fame and glory.
Supervillain always leaving Henchman behind to deal with the heroes.
Henchman having a sickness/curse and only Supervillain has the only cure but itās temporary. So Henchman has to stay close to Supervillain, or suffer.
Supervillain is Henchmanās parent who will make their kid a criminal AT ALL COST.
Henchman used to be Hero, and is now being paraded around as Supervillainās little helper.Ā
Monster Supervillain who used Henchman as a stress-ball/chew-toy when angry.
Other goons putting the blame on Henchman for Hero getting away, just to escape Supervillainās punishment. Then even after the truth comes out Henchman is offered no help or sympathy.
Henchman being brainwashed to work for Supervillain.
Supervillainās being Henchmanās possessive lover. (The danger! The power imbalance! THE DRAMA! Gimme! And then have Henchman dump them, before going on a date with Hero! š)
Henchman being forbidden from leaving the lair as they know to much.
No one listens to Henchman trying to warn them, and then everyone blames Henchman for not warning them.
Hero keeps flirting with Henchman, Supervillain is not happy. And Henchman knows they are playing with fire.
Supervillain controls everything about Henchman even off work so that Henchman "doesn't destroy Supervillain bandā
PLOT TWIST! Is actually Supervillain who is the Whumpee, as Henchman is the one pulling all the strings! :O
