'You Call The Shots, Babe I Just Wanna Be Yours'

Child sedation + noncon whump and then some comfort later on in life?

Ok interesting, this reminds me of some later stuff I wrote for Ghost of Seattle. I'm not great at writing comfort but I'll try...

Btw I think it's against tumblrs policy to depict minors in this situation however, I will write the following, and for the sake of tumblr's content policy, this is not about minors.

Sedation + noncon + later comfort

Content: rape, sedation, beatings, noncon nudity, belting, restraints, choking, gaslighting, spanking, ptsd, hurt/comfort

Slippery, clever whumpee keeps escaping, even from things like chains and solid locked doors. Whumper has had enough.

Barging in, wrapping a big hand around their neck and slamming them against a wall as whumpee wrestles with their arm and kicks at them, whumper fishing around in their pocket for a pill, which they then cram into whumpee's mouth and force them to swallow.

An angry whumper who beats the shit out of whumpee to make them submit to being raped. But their cries of pain during the assault afterward are annoyingly loud.

Or, whumper doesn't want to have to hurt them. Maybe whumper likes to see a relaxed body stretched out and ready for them.

Maybe they've been tying them down to do it, but whumpee keeps slipping a wrist out in the middle, and whumper gets pissed off, pulls out/off and gives them a hard belting over their naked legs instead of finishing.

Whumpee slipping to the floor, suddenly dazed and tired. Watching whumper approach, undoing their pants, a tear slides down whumpee's cheek as they guess what's coming next.

Laying whumpee out over a couch, stripping off their pants and lifting their shirt, stroking their chest and legs as they prop them up, whumpee struggling a little and groaning "please don't..."

"sorry," whumper pries their legs open easily now, hardly needing a hand to pin down their butt. "But I think we both need this."

The sound of a jeans zipper unzipping.

Slaps of skin on skin. Spanking whumpee harder if they protest.

"uh-uh-uh... No more squirming." Smack. "Ask me for it." Smack. "I said ask me for more."

It still hurts, but whumpee can't scream like before, and whumper takes their time to enjoy themselves because they know whumpee isn't going to escape this time

Whumpee, still barely able to move for hours afterward, creating a puddle of tears that sticks their cheek to the floor

Whumper cleaning up whumpee's limp body afterward with a cold damp rag, leaving shivering trails of goosebumps

After whumpee escapes/is rescued, they can't really talk. There's almost no physical evidence of what was done, but they walk with an unmistakable hollow-chested emptiness that caretaker recognizes.

Whumpee laughing about it when they're drunk. "I was like, 'ouch, wait' and they were not having it, just slapping my ass harder and harder, I mean man, it hurt," caretaker with their jaw dropped, not sure if they should laugh with whumpee to encourage them or what to do

"I don't know how they expected me to keep my ass up in the air with that much benadryl in my system though..." Whumpee's eyes are shiny with tears even while they're still full-on chortling.

"dude, was that--was that rape?" Whumpee slurs after telling most of it in the format of "funny" anecdotes. Caretaker just stunned that whumpee is in doubt. "I mean I didn't say no."

"those beatings, I didn't deserve that, that was harsh," "you didn't deserve any of it!" At that, whumpee turns to caretaker with a slowly processing look, starts to smile, then pats caretaker on the back. "I like you now."

"I'm gonna kill them, caretaker." "Yeah. I'll help you."

Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

Me // Whumpee // Whumper

Thought this was really fun and wanted to join in :>

I have no one to tag, but have a go if you see this <3

new whumpblr game:

make your regular self and yourself as a whumpee or whumper (whichever you relate to most) in this picrew! here’s me & me as a whumpee :)

idk who to tag, anyone feel free to jump in!

on the opposite, do you know any captivity and/or pet whump not set in the bbu. don't have anything against it just looking for something else

Oh do I

@comfy-whumpee has your pet whump with Alistair and Ellis, and holy shit is it excellent. They also have some really great captivity whump with the Ty and Jim series!

@wildfaewhump has captivity arcs for their Iesin and Talvos - and Iesin, being fae, is often treated in a way that I think can cross over into a pet-whump-adjacent place, plus their Pathverse involves lots of amazing captivity.

@for-the-love-of-angst's Taron goes through some seriously rough captivity whump at the hands of a creepy motherfucker I love

@whump-tr0pes's OCs often go through serious captivity whump, including 'plaything' whump that runs alongside pet whump with a lot of similarities.

@redwingedwhump has excellent captivity whump

@pretty-face-breaker has some of the best captivity/captor bonding/what the fuck whump I've ever read

@endless-whump has a super fun fae-whump story that involves captivity!

@robins-whump PLEASE read Tristan and Finn if you haven't already. I'm begging you.

@shameless-whumper's Quin lives rent-free inside my head all the time forever

@card-games-and-pain’s entire Leon and Lee story is the absolute fucking pinnacle

@evermetnotforgotten’s Lev goes through Some Serious shit in an excellent captivity story

@sableflynn has some lovely lady whump with captivity

@whumpingwithaquestionableauthor has some really good captivity whump!

@yet-another-heathen has an unusual take on captivity whump that I enjoy just rereading and rereading and finding new details each time

Just a few recs, gosh there's so much to find around here!

cw: gagged whumpee, implied kidnapping, pet whump, intimate whumper

we all love whumpees screaming and begging but what about gagged whumpees tho

- whumpee being gagged in the middle of them screaming and they’re still desperately trying to scream / get their voice out until whumper forces them to shut up

- whumpee quietly whimpering under their gag as (intimate) whumper runs their hand through their hair

- whumpers putting muzzles on their pet whumpees

- that trope where whumpee is making a recording and suddenly they’re grabbed from behind, a hand goes over their mouth and they reach out for the camera as they’re dragged away (maybe the camera falls down and whumper picks it up to smile at it before the recording ends)

- whumper stuffing something in (defiant) whumpee's mouth only to have them bite down on whumper's fingers

- defiant whumpee who refuses to shut up even though they've been gagged

- stoic whumpee biting down on their gag to suppress a scream when whumper tortures them

nsfwhump under here (warning for noncon, bad caretaker) (18+ only pls)

- whumpee whimpering under their gag as whumper fucks them and it’s music to whumper’s ears

- drool leaking out from under ball gags 👌

- bad caretaker gagging them and having their way with them in a room so nobody hears them

- a gag that keeps their mouth open so they're forced to suck cock after cock

Whumptober 12 - Torture | made to watch | begging

Combining with prompts from nsfwhumtober set 2 - Biting | bruises | toys | gagging

So yeah I chose a lot of prompts lol. This is where I fall off the time schedule because I write super slow. I'm not totally happy with how this turned out, but I think it's still pretty good.

CW: noncon, captivity, manhandling, broken nose, knife mention, blood mention, guns, muzzles, violence, intimate whumper, gagged, restraints, slut-shaming terms

Whumpee can't bear to look at his teammates when Whumper and his guards enter the cell. He feels his stomach twisting in knots and tumbling like a washing machine with a heavy load.

"Glad to see everyone's together," Whumper smiles. His guards assume position across from the four of them on the opposite wall. They keep still faces, it almost seems like they're not even looking at anything. The extra guards take place on the adjacent walls, guns at the ready.

Whumpee feels sick. A simple in-and-out mission should never have ended like this. They had even finished and were just making it out when they were ambushed, and even though it was nobody's fault over anyone else's, Whumpee wished he had just been caught alone.

"Screw off," Medic spits, pulling against the chain connecting his cuffs to the wall. Whumpee glances at him, then back at the guns the guards hold. He doesn't think it's a good idea to piss them or Whumper off, but the room already feels tense enough, so he doesn't say anything.

"What do you want from us?" Leader growls, a defiant glare being the only emotion he shows.

Teammate wears a stoic straight face. Whumpee tries to follow her route, but he ends up looking more spacey and scared.

Whumper barely acknowledges Leader's words with a chuckle, slowly scanning the four chained adversaries in front of him. After a few seconds, he locks eyes with Whumpee, who tries not to shrink away from the icy stare. He can't help the way he is shaking though, and Whumper notices too.

He stalks toward Whumpee, whose eyes widen. The click of his boots match Whumpee's quickening heartbeat.

When Whumper unlinks the chain connecting the shackles to the wall, Leader narrows his eyes, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Y'know, I've been feeling really pent up lately…" Whumper says, staring straight into Leader's eyes as he drags Whumpee's stunned silent form to the middle of the room, "And I'm in for a much needed… release. He's quite the eye-catcher, right?"

"Fucking creep," Medic accosts through grit teeth.

"Don't you fucking touch him," Leader joins, jerking his left side against the restraints. Whumper smiles at him, producing a knife from his pocket; only then does Whumpee snap back to reality and begin to struggle.

"Oh, I'm gonna do more than just that Leader. A pretty thing like this deserves some recognition," Whumper says. Whumpee stumbles back, tripping over his own feet as Whumper reaches for him, the hand landing on his shirt and tearing it as he crashes to the floor.

Whumper keeps going, dropping down to straddle him. He grabs the front of Whumpee's uniform pants and tugs down the zipper, unhooking his own belt after.

At this, the rest of the room catches what he means.

"No no no no, please don't," Whumpee whimpers, fighting desperately to get away, but his hands are restrained and trapped underneath him. Whumper uses the knife to cut the rest of his shirt open.

"Get the hell off him! I'll fucking kill you!" Leader yells, pulling furiously at the chains. He couldn't bear to let this happen. Medic paled, mouth agape, and he struggled harder too. Teammate stared ahead with wide, worried eyes, not knowing what to do.

Whumper slides his hands over Whumpee's exposed chest, leaning down and biting his neck.

"Stop. No, noo!" Whumpee cries.

"Bastard! Listen to me!" Leader shouts desperately, attempting to stand and pulling the shackles. Spittle flies from his mouth. He looks sort of like a rabid animal captured by hunters.

"Oh come on Leader, don't tell me you haven't thought about this, hmm?" Whumper taunts, continuing to hold down the struggling, pleading Whumpee, "I know I have."

"You motherfucker! Whumper. I swear to god if I get my hands on you-"

"Take care of him please," Whumper says with a wave of his hand, returning to remove Whumpee's pants. Immediately two of the guards stomp forward to the fighting man.

One of them pulls their rifle and slams the butt of it against Leader's face. Whumpee screams at the sickening crack that sounds.

"Stop! Please!" Teammates voice sounds.

The other guard grabs Leader by the shoulder and wrestles him to the floor on his stomach. The first guard puts a knee to his back and pulls something over his face, quieting his cursing and threats when they force a bit in his mouth and surround the bottom of his face in tight leather. Blood spills from Leader's nose and tracks over and under the muzzle.

The guard stands up, replacing their knee with a heavy boot between Leader's shoulder blades, pushing Leader's face flush to the cold concrete floor by placing the barrel of their rifle into his temple. When Leader growls the guard only pushes it in more.

"There we go, good to watch now... Back to you sweet thing." Whumper coos, unbuckling his own pants.

"Please, please don't do this," Whumpee begs. He is ignored though, and two fingers are shoved into his mouth, so far at first, he gags on them. His reflexes kick in though, and he bites down hard on the intrusion.

Whumper grunts in pain and tries to yank his hand out, but Whumpee doesn't let go, he bites down harder, tasting blood in his mouth. Only when Whumper backhands him hard does he let go.

"You little shit!" Whumper growls, making another hand motion to a guard.

"Whumper! Fucking stop! I- take me instead you asshole!” Medic yells, tugging the restraints, replacing Leaders spot annoying Whumper. Another guard aims his gun at him, barking to ‘shut up.’

Whumper leans closer to Whumpee’s face, grabbing something from the guard next to him. He nips at Whumpee's ear, blowing hot breath when he whispers, "That wasn't nice Whumpee… We can't have you biting now. As much as I love the struggle, you're going to make this easy for me and open your mouth. If not, I'll have my men fill your friends with lead, understand?"

And Whumpee, without option, opens his mouth, tears rolling down his face. He doesn't know if he'd rather look at his teammates with guns to their heads as they watch this happen to him, or at Whumper's eyes, filled with lust and malice.

His teammates watch as Whumper forces a toy into Whumpee's mouth, strapping it around his face to gag him.

"Since you don't want prep, little slut," Whumper huffs, forcing Whumpee's head back.

They watch as he grabs Whumpee's hips tight and pushes himself in. They watch as he rocks him hard into the ground. They watch as tears spill from Whumpee's eyes and listen as tortured screams come muffled from his mouth.

And they do nothing. They can't do anything but watch. It feels like hours until Whumper finally gets his fill. Leader is seething with silent anger underneath the guard's boots. He wants to strangle Whumper until he can no longer make the disgusting grunts and moans he's making now. He feels like he failed Whumpee, and it aches in him more than his now broken nose does.

Whumper releases into Whumpee with a shuddering moan and a kiss pushed into his neck. It ends in teeth and surely a bruise later. When Whumper removes himself, Whumpee feels like he pulls his soul out with him.

"You're a good fuck Whumpee, I'll have to come back," Whumper says as he buckles his belt. Whumpee just squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

His guards slowly file out of the room, and Whumper waits, staring into Leader's eyes as he slides his belt back through the loops of his pants.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," He says with a smirk on his face. The last two guards pointing guns at them start to move away. Leader makes one last attempt at jerking the chains, a low growl in his throat. Whumper just laughs and exits last, shutting the metal door behind him with a loud bang that resounds through the room.

Whumpee stares at the ceiling, then turns toward the wall. He cants bear to look at his team. He sobs through the gag still on his face, the stupid dildo gag the creep has forced on him. He can't get the image of Whumper's cold eyes above him, the feeling of his hands digging into his hips. He can tell the skin there will bruise. If he lets his mind wander enough, it feels like he is still inside him.

He feels embarrassed that they watched that happen. He feels like he can't curl into himself enough to stop feeling so exposed. He feels like their eyes are burning into the back of his head, judging him.

"...Whumpee?" Teammate calls. Whumpee doesn't speak, but he tries to quiet his crying, thinking maybe he's annoying them.

"Do you wanna, uhm… come over here?" She continues after the lack of response, voice sounding strangled.

Whumpee, despite his shame, turns himself over to face them. He notices her face streaked with tears and runny makeup, and after a quick glance, the other two are the same.

He struggles to crawl over to them, but manages to after a few minutes. When he reaches her, he collapses in her lap, the sobs coming back full force. She can't help but cry too, and she cranes her arms as far as she can to one side of her back, just barely able to reach his head to card through his hair softly with one hand. Though it's an uncomfortable position, she does it to hopefully make him feel a tiny bit better, like how she does to help him fall asleep.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I'm so sorry he did that to you.” Her voice breaks as she talks; she wishes she could do more, they all do.

“Fuck! F-fuck. I-- I’ll kill that monster…” Medic mumbles, staring off toward the wall.

Leader gets himself up from his stomach, slowly as to not fall over without his arms. When he's upright, he taps the floor until he gets Whumpee’s attention. He stares into Whumpee's eyes as he attempts to make the clearest sentence possible through the muzzle still wrapped around his bloodied face, the skin on his cheekbone red and enflamed from the hit earlier.

Through the communication barrier they share, Whumpee manages to make out that he is saying he’s sorry, but not in the way that Teammate did. He sounds and looks more like he thinks he should've been able to stop this from happening. As much as Whumpee wished it didn't happen, he knows it was nobody's fault… nobody but Whumper's.

Since Whumpee can't talk either, he tries to show his thoughts the best way he can think of. He climbs into Leader's lap and buries his face into Leader's chest, hating the way Whumper has made him feel, but hoping to show Leader that he did all he could. Leader tries to ignore the hickeys on Whumpee's neck and rests his chin on the top of Whumpee's head.

Then, they are left, dread pooling in their stomachs as they wait for the next time Whumper comes back, knowing that there's nothing they can do.

Types of whumpees!

categorized by behavior

some of these might be a bit similar to each other, but I had fun making this list

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defiant + broken

o   doesn’t want to give in, show they’re in pain, give whumper the satisfaction, but is slowly being broken down and losing their will, their pride, their everything and flinches any time a hand is raised or at the slightest show of violence, though still fights and thrashes at every opportunity

cinnamon roll

o   the innocent pure bean that never did anything wrong, and is now reduced to a crying, pleading, begging mess

completely unprepared

o   similar to cinnamon roll, but not exactly, depending on personality. someone who has never been hurt before and may come from a very high / prestigious position now having to deal with this new station in life, stripping them of pride and dignity and hurting them more than they ever could have imagined they would have to face

puppet

o   obeys every command of the whumper in an effort to escape more pain and maybe sometimes it works…but does it really? The whumpee hates themselves for what they’re doing and others aren’t too fond of them either, though the whumper likes them for their willingness (and how easy they are to exploit)

protector

o   king of self-sacrifice and the one that’s trying to hold everyone together, though they can’t let themselves show their hurts in front of the others because they feel they have to hold up that strong front, leading to them breaking down alone from both the stress and their built-up trauma

chock full of self-loathing

o   what it says on the tin. feels they deserve the pain for whatever reason and is resigned, even accepting or desperate for, the stuff they go through, seeing it as almost necessary or at least, something they should be able to bear

comedian

o   a bit similar to defiant if you go with a more sardonic / dark humor, but someone who copes with the pain through jokes and sarcasm, always got a quip and a one-liner to hide behind instead of revealing their true feelings

optimist

o   kind of a mixture of defiant and cinnamon roll, if that makes sense. someone who wont give up hope no matter what, as a show of defiance, because even if the whumpers can make them scream and beg and plead, they try to keep their optimism as the one last thing that’s truly theirs…but even that is starting to crack.

worshipper

o   someone who is so brainwashed and broken they worship their whumper, they believe the pain is necessary and that it is making them better, or that it is something special only for them

obedient + terrified

o   a whumpee that obeys every command of the whumper’s to escape more pain, perhaps because of conditioning that tells them they must obey or be punished

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Feel free to add on to the list if you can think of any more! 

You'll Need Your Strength

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Twenty

(tw: force-feeding, restraints, concussion, broken nose, beating, multiple whumpers, knife, creepy whumper, "good boy" used, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper)

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Ethan nudged Elias with the toe of his shoe.

Nothing.

He sighed, pulling his foot back to kick his leg instead.

-A twitch-

One more time then,

Ethan pulled back again, punting Elias in the stomach.

His eyes flew open.

Theeeere we go.

Elias sputtered and choked, writhing back. His eyes were sparkling and prickled when they rolled up to meet Ethan’s.

Ethan smiled down at him. “Good morning sunshine. Glad to have you back.”

Elias’ trembling gave out as he clenched his fists behind his back - that probably hurt, they’d been like that 12 hours now. Nice.

Elias glared up at him.

Ethan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Save that shit for later - I brought you some food.” He held the small bowl of oatmeal up a bit lower - not that Elias could see inside. He probably didn’t want to see it anyway. It looked like shit.

Cooking aside, Ethan had just brought him food. Fucker should be grateful. Instead, Elias narrowed his eyes at Ethan.

That’s going to get old real fast, isn’t it?

“Get up.”

Elias didn’t move.

Ethan’s fingers twitched around the bowl. “You have ten seconds to get up on your knees before I put you there.”

Still didn’t move.

Fuckin- Ugh.

Screw the counting, he wasn’t going to count when Elias had no intention of complying. Ethan sank another kick into his stomach, only enjoying his sputtering for a moment before gripping his hair and wrenching him up onto his knees - so conveniently curled up under him after that kick.

Almost like he planned that. 

Elias started thrashing back, but it only settled him closer to his spot on the ground. 

Ethan kept a tight grip on his hair, twisting until Elias grunted when the bastard wouldn’t fucking hold still.

Ethan knelt in front of him, pulling his head back until he bared his teeth.

“Just hold still - be grateful I’m even feeding you.” He jerked again as Elias looked like he was working up some spit - that wouldn't be smart. Then again, Elias wasn’t the brightest knife in the shed. Fucker probably wouldn’t even know what was wrong with that sentence.

“I’d suggest you eat before I get bored. You don’t have to be well fed to bleed or scream.”

“It’s true, you really don’t,” Nate piped up. 

Elias’ eyes slid over Ethan’s shoulder - presumably to wherever Nate was lurking behind him. Ethan rolled his eyes. He glanced over his shoulder too.

“If you’re going to be here, at least be useful.”

Nate smiled. “If you want help, you’ll have to be a little more polite.”

Ethan’s hand unwound from Elias’ hair, turning to fully glare at Nate.

Nate raised his hands, laughing. “Fuck - fine - okay I’m coming.” He took his sweet time getting behind Elias, kneeling down as well and forcing his head back again. Elias damn-near squeaked that time. 

Ethan’s eyes shot to Nate’s hands, trying to figure out what he was…

Twisting- he saw the way Elias’ jaw was tipped - he’s twisting…forcing pressure down -not back, just down- on the angled vertebrate… Ethan’s lips pursed as he filed that trick away for later.

Ethan scooped up a half-spoonful of the oatmeal, holding it up to Elias.

“Open.”

Elias grit his teeth. “Fuck. Off.”

Ethan’s heart beat a little harder - hammering against his chest. It sent warm static tingling through him. 

He moved the spoon a bit closer. “Come on, you’re going to need your strength today.”

Then Elias started thrashing.

Joy.

Ethan gripped his jaw, squeezing until he wrenched it open. With Nate holding his head relatively still, Ethan scraped the spoon past his teeth and dropped most of the oatmeal inside.

He ripped the metal back out, cracking it along the teeth again because the motherfucker didn’t know how to open his mouth properly.

Ethan let go of his jaw. “There. Was that so fucking hard?”

Elias seemed to be chewin-

Nope. Spitting. It was spitting.

Ethan’s eyes dropped to the glob of chunky grey sludge on the floor - narrowly missing his leg. His gaze snapped back up to Elias. 

His tone darkened. “Alright, let’s try that again.”

Ethan started into the bow, skimming more mottled grain off the top - congealing now. His eyes dropped to the glob on the floor.

He promptly tapped the mouthful off the spoon, setting the bowl to the side and scooping the pieces off the floor instead.

He held them to Elias’ lips. “Open.”

Elias’ eyes flicked to the wet glob - shining from spit. He snarled at Ethan.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you made it gross.” Ethan gripped his jaw again, squeezing until the taught muscles gave way under his fingertips, cracking his mouth open. Elias tried to thrash, but Nate kept him still - one hand creeping around his throat. Ethan shoved the spoonful inside, clamping his jaw shut this time and holding it tight. Elias thrashed and grunted uselessly, trying to work the bite back out.

Nate’s mouth pressed behind Elias’ ear, whispering- “I’d swallow if I were you. There’s plenty of less dignified ways to force it down your throat.”

Too late, Ethan was already losing patience. He clamped his other hand down over Elias’ mouth. Unable to breathe through the broken nose, Elias started squirming almost immediately.

“Swallow and I’ll let you breathe.”

Elias was shuddering, head twitching in his attempt to throw them off of him. 

Ethan rolled his eyes. “This isn’t something you can win. Save your strength to scream nice and pretty later.”

Nate raised an eyebrow at him.

Ethan squinted back. “What?”

Nate shrugged. “Nope. Nothing. You keep doing what you’re doing.” He glanced down at Elias. “Still not budging, huh?” His hand gripped tighter around Elias’ throat, rubbing up and down.

Elias sputtered, swallowing under the sensation. 

“Aw, there you go,” Nate smirked. He pat Elias’ cheek roughly. “What a good boy.”

Ethan grimaced at Nate. “Okay, now you just made it weird.” He let up his grip, letting Elias suck in gasping breaths.

Nate ignored Elias’ noises. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was everything up until that socially acceptable?”

Elias cut in, trying to twist to look at Nate. Pissed. “Fuck- who even are you, man?”

Nate gave a polite smile that Elias could hardly see. “Friend of the family.”

“He doesn- he doesn’t have a family.”

Nate pursed his lips. “Long lost twin?”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

Nate tried again. “How about ‘high school crush’?” He was grinning again.

Elias just looked confused.

Ethan rolled his eyes, standing up. “Alright. I’m bored of this.” He planted a solid kick to Elias’ stomach before wandering off to set the bowl on the counter. 

Nate let go of Elias as he doubled over, coughing and wheezing at the impact. Elias looked up to Ethan, some concern breaking through the mask.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look. It’s not my fault you wanted to skip to the good part.” His fingers trailed over the rack of knives.

“Let’s get started, then.”

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June of doom, day nineteen:

That’s going to be one hell of a scar : cage // pliers // scrape

CW: team Whump, leader whump, threats, carving/ cutting ( explicit), blood (explicit), intimate whumper, scary whumper, evil whumper, creepy whumper, defiant whumpees, multiple whumpees, knife mentioned, torture (explicit and graphic), mention of past injury, fear of darkness?, Self sacrifice

Very long and very late I am sorry, enjoy

*~*~*~*~*

“Leader? Leader!” Medic whispered through the darkness, rousing Leader from their light nap. “Leader?”

“I’m here, Medic,” said Leader, voice reassuring. Leader was sitting with their back against the wall, no, not wall. Leader turned with a groan, their muscles still heavy with sleep and their last fight with Supervillain. Leader’s hand found cool metal bars and that woke them up immediately.

Their last battle with Supervillain… Leader remembers their team sweeping in just in time, just as Supervillain’s fist came down on their temple and darkness swallowed them.

Fuck.

“Supervillain has us?” Leader asked quietly.

“He used you as leverage. Told us to surrender or he’d kill you. I’m sorry Leader.”

“No,” said Leader with a grunt, sitting back against the bars. No wonder they were aching all over. “No don’t be sorry. I would have done the same thing. Where are you?”

Leader squinted against the darkness trying to locate Medic, or anything for that matter. They could barely see their nose in front of their face.

“I’m— I think I’m in a cage,” said Medic. Their voice came from the right. Leader lifted their arm through the bars trying to feel for another cage but felt nothing. They took a sharp breath as the reaching movement aggravated a stabbing pain in their ribs. “Leader?”

“I’m okay,” said Leader through grit teeth. Fuck, Supervillain had gotten a few good hits on Leader. Their upper lip was sticking to their nose from no doubt a trail of blood. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… we’re all good. Supervillain just took us he didn’t touch us, we were just worried about you…”

“We? Supervillain took all of you?”

A blinding light flashed on and Leader shielded their eyes in the crook of their elbow and heard a couple of familiar moans from the sudden brightness.

“I thought I heard voices,” came the rumbling voice of Supervillain. There was a smile in his voice that set Leader’s nerves on edge. Leader lowered their arm, blinking quickly trying to adjust to the sudden burst of light. Their eyes settled, taking in the room they were in.

Leader was right. They were in a cage. Solid steel bars lined every edge except the bottom which was just a thick metal edge. Leader could fit comfortably sitting down but there was no way Leader could even think about standing in the cage unless they were on their haunches or kneeling. Even then they’d have to bend their torso, there was probably room for Leader’s head again above them and that was it.

Bastard, forcing them to sit like dogs in cages. Leader’s hand clenched into a fist at their side, glaring up at Supervillain as best they could.

Supervillain stood in his stupid grey three piece suit perfectly tailored to his muscular frame. He wore a charcoal grey overcoat and a black scarf over it and had his cane in both his hands, holding it horizontal as his cruel grey eyes focused on Leader in their cage. Face as expressionless as always, impassive, neutral… every part he could control except his grey eyes. His haunting grey eyes that showed exactly what emotion he was feeling. The only part of him that gave Supervillain away.

“Hey let us out of here you psycho!” Youngest yelled, kicking at the bars of their cage. Leader’s eyes went to them. They were the furthest from them on the left. There was a cage between them — where Rogue sat, glaring at Supervillain — then Youngest’s cage after.

Supervillain turned their head to Youngest’s cage and Leader’s heart dropped. “Sprightly little thing aren’t you?”

“How ‘bout you let me out of this cage and I’ll show you how sprightly I can be, hmm?!”

“Youngest,” Medic said, warning in their voice, to shut up or else. Supervillain walked over to Youngest’s cage and crouched down, putting their cane through the bars. Youngest scrambled back, but there wasn’t anywhere to flee to and their back hit the bars with a gentle thud. Leader watched as Supervillain’s cane rested easy on Youngest’s throat.

Youngest swallowed, the cane bobbing with the motion and put a hand up to grab it, but Supervillain batted it away and struck Youngest’s cheek with the cane. Youngest’s cheek whipped to the side with the impact.

“Supervillain!” Leader yelled now at the front bars of the cage, while Medic cried “Get away from them!”

Supervillain didn’t do either. Instead they kept their gaze on Youngest and lowered the cane to Youngest’s throat again, digging into it: “How ‘bout I chain you up and muzzle you for your insolence, hmm? Will that put manners on you?”

“Supervillain,” said Leader, voice hard. “Leave them alone. If you want to hurt somebody, hurt me!”

Supervillain turned their head and their piercing grey eyes found Leader’s. “Hush, Leader. It’s rude to interrupt someone. You’ll get your turn.”

Supervillain turned back to Youngest, and Leader and teammates could only watch helplessly from their stupid tiny cages. Leader’s heart was pounding out of their chest through their ears, as Supervillain used the Cane to force Youngest to look at them. An angry red welt was growing on Youngest’s cheek and they stared at Supervillain with a mixture of fear and hatred.

Supervillain tilted their head. Then asked with their horrible, matter of fact way: “Would you like to be immobilised completely and gagged, Youngest?”

Youngest shook their head side to side. “Use your words,” said Supervillain and Youngest swallowed, then spat out a contemptuous no.

“No what?” Supervillain asked, and Youngest’s entire face scrunched up in disgust. Leader saw their hands ball into fists at their sides. Leader also saw the tremble in their hands before they made them into fists. The fear coursing through their veins masked with their anger.

Supervillain pressed the cane into Youngest’s throat and their hand shot up again but stopped at Supervillain’s soft: “ah-ah-ah. No what, Youngest?”

Humiliation burned red on Youngest’s face as they said: “no, sir.”

Supervillain retracted the cane and stood in one swift movement. “Good. You can learn.”

Supervillain then turned to Leader with his grinning grey eyes. “They have a lot of potential, Leader. You should be proud.”

“Let them go, Supervillain,” Leader said.

“Why would I let them go? I have you all right where I want you. Except for you of course, Leader,” said Supervillain, walking towards Leader’s cage. Leader moved so they were sitting on their arse in the cage, legs stretched out in front of them and back against the bars, craning their neck to keep Supervillain in view. Supervillain stood directly over Leader’s cage looking down at them with a subtle hint of a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

Supervillain’s voice dipped, his rumbling deepening as he practically purred: “You I want on display. As a warning and a trophy as to what happens to those who oppose me.”

“In your dreams,” Leader snarled and Supervillain laughed, putting their hands on the top of Leader’s cage. Leader fought the urge to grab Supervillain’s hand and yank them down on the cage just to wipe that smirk off his stupid face.

“Sometimes Leader, if you work hard enough, your dreams can come true. Especially now that I got your little gang here too. You’d do just anything to protect them, wouldn’t you?” Leader’s heart sank at his words, their mouth going dry. That’s why they were here. Because of Leader. Because of Leader’s weakness to them.

“If you touch them—“

“I promise I won’t lay a finger on them,” Supervillain said, “as long as you do as I say.”

“No, Leader!” Rogue hissed from the cage to Leader’s left. “No you can’t let him—“

“You’re not sacrificing yourself for us,” said Medic, tone final. “We’ll get out! We’ll find a way, Leader. We always find a way. He just wants you we’ll be fine!”

“Yeah Leader, I just want you. You gonna make your team suffer in your place?” Supervillain asked with their hideous smiling rumble. Leader stuttered out a breath through their nose, even though it felt like they couldn’t breathe. Supervillain was asking something so impossible of them… and Leader didn’t want to just go along with it as horrible as that sounded.

They didn’t want to be the Leader and sacrifice themselves to Supervillain’s sadistic machinations, but if they didn’t… if they didn’t Supervillain would subject his team to them instead. Their team. Their family.

Leader swallowed hard, eyes focused on Supervillain’s cruel grey ones and nodded, just once. Supervillain’s lips spread into a proper smile now, and they got to undoing the lock on top of Leader’s cage. To the protests from Leader’s team.

“No! Leader no! Supervillain! Hurt me instead, hurt me please!” Medic demanded, pleaded, while Rogue just started kicking at the hinges on their cage and yelled in frustration when they got nowhere. Youngest was dead silent as Supervillain lifted the door of the cage and grabbed Leader under the shoulder and helped them out of the cage.

“Easy. Easy, there you go,” Supervillain praised, letting Leader sit back against the cage, sucking in a sharp breath. Supervillain moved his hand down to Leader’s ribs and Leader shot a hand out, stopping him, breathing heavy and cutting into Supervillain with a glare. Supervillain’s expression remained neutral, yet his eyes were a playful chiding. “I gave you that injury, Leader. Do you really think you can deny me seeing it? Do you really want to risk your teammates getting matching bruises?”

Leader’s glare softened to one of furious shame, as they let go of Supervillain’s hand and allowed him to lift Leader’s shirt up to Leader’s ribs. The cold smile on Supervillain’s face looked wrong. Strange. His hand on Leader’s ribs was surprisingly warm, as he pressed his palm against it and Leader sucked in a breath, clenching their jaw.

“Does that hurt?” Supervillain asked with his rolling rumble like falling stone.

“No. I’m just peachy— ow!” Leader cried as Supervillain dug their fingers into Leader’s ribs. Leader jerked to the side but Supervillain held them firm until Leader was gasping for breath, protesting: “Okay! Okay! It hurts!”

Supervillain removed his hand and dropped Leader’s shirt. “Good,” he said and stepped back. Leader looked at him, then Rogue was shouting in warning as Supervillain’s cane cracked against Leader’s bruised ribs. Leader crumbled to their knees, mouth open in a silent scream as they fell, then gasped again on the ground. They were on one hand and their knees, their other hand cradling their ribs protectively.

“Leader! Leader!” Medic was crying, but Leader just sucked in a sharp breath and raised their head to Supervillain again. Eyes narrowing.

Supervillain let out a loud sigh. “Still so insolent,” he said slowly, and cracked the cane against Leader’s jaw. Leader cried out, struggling to get their balance but it didn’t matter. Supervillain kicked at Leader’s injured ribs again and Leader went down, hitting off the stone floor and curling up protectively around themselves.

Leader opened their eyes to see Rogue reaching out for them between the bars, but they weren’t able to reach Leader. Leader saw a flash of grey fabric before a polished shoe slammed down on Rogue’s hand, driving the heel into it.

“No,” Leader gasped out with a pathetic wheeze. “No…” they said again, getting to their knees and grabbing at Supervillain’s foot. “Me… only… me…”

“Hear that Roguey? Only Leader, so stop trying to help or I’ll just hurt Leader more, yeah?” Supervillain said, lifting their foot from Rogue’s hand and grabbing Leader by the hair. Leader groaned as Supervillain yanked them up to their knees. “Get up, Leader. To your feet, come on now. I have a lesson to teach you all.”

Leader cried out as Supervillain yanked them up by the hair further and got to their shaky feet, holding onto Supervillain for balance. “Good. Very good. Now give me your hands.”

Cold fear washed through Leader’s veins at the command. Not their hands, they wanted to say. Anything but their hands. A punch to their ribs and Leader almost doubled over, but Supervillain used the pain as a diversion and cuffed Leader’s hands together in front of them. The cold metal snapped closed over Leader’s wrists, tightened to the point that Leader wondered if they would cut off their blood flow.

A strong hand under Leader’s chin directed their head up to look into those vindictive grey eyes. “Can you stand on your own?”

“Maybe if my ribs weren’t aching right now,” Leader grumbled, channeling all their pain, all their hatred into their glare they shot into the fathomless steel grey sea. Supervillain let Leader go, but Leader was ready this time. Both feet planted on the ground, knees bent, hands kept low in front of them.

The side of Supervillain’s lips quipped at Leader, as if they were impressed, but Leader could also very well be drunk on pain right now so they weren’t sure if what their eyes showed them were real.

Supervillain took off his black scarf first, then his overcoat and hung them on a hook that was nailed into the door. Next came the suit jacket and he stopped there, hanging that up too. He uncuffed the cuff links from his dress shirt and began rolling up his sleeves.

“Thought you were going to treat us to a striptease,” said Leader, forcing their usual devil-may-care smile onto their face. Supervillain flashed a smile too and then Leader’s head was thrown back, fresh blood dripping down their nose as Supervillain grabbed their hair to bring them up again.

“See, Leader, it’s not your fault per se, but with you being the Captain of your little team, your cute lil quips have spread like a wildfire throughout your ranks. Which means not only do I want to torture you to the point where you can’t even think about any witty comments, but I also want to wring it out of your teammates too.”

Leader’s hands shot up at the mention of their teammates and Supervillain smiled a handsome smile, as if he was happy to have touched a nerve.

“So you think I’m witty?” was all Leader said and Medic let out a tired: “shut up leader.”

“See?” Supervillain said, hand tightening in Leader’s hair. “Even they know when to stop.”

Leader just grinned exposing their bloody teeth. They had gone full feral, anything to piss Supervillain off. Anything to keep him off of their teammates. Just bait him. Bait him. Bait all his anger. All his frustration. Don’t even let him think about touching their team.

“Are you going to put me in my place or is you talking the torture?” Leader asked, tired. Supervillain could still that spark of defiance in Leader’s face and he let his mask of indifference shutter down over his own face.

Supervillain turned Leader and began dragging them towards the darkness behind the cages. Leader dragged their feet, their boots scraping along the ground as they were pulled against their will into the deep dark. Fear clasped their heart in a vice as they went stumbling after Supervillain’s long strides.

Lights flickered on around them and Leader could feel all the blood drain from their face. It looked like a fucked up medical room, with tools and utensils on the walls perfectly hung and cabinets full of god knows what.

And in the middle of the room was a metal table. Leader started struggling more now and Supervillain grinned as he felt the pull become more desperate. Supervillain turned to face Leader and revelled in the panic winding through their features. Supervillain yanked Leader forward and shoved them back onto the table. Leader fought them, trying to push Supervillain away but even on a good day they knew they wouldn’t be able to.

Supervillain wrestled Leader down, yanking their cuffed wrists above their head and hooking them to the end of the table. Leader yanked them down with all their might but they wouldn’t come loose. Supervillain watched Leader struggle until they stopped, lazy grey eyes going to Leader’s, raising his eyebrows, he asked: “no witty remarks?”

“Do your worst,” is what Leader said and Supervillain grinned.

“Oh I intend to,” said Supervillain stepping away from the table and walking over to one of the walls, grabbing a pliers from it and walking back over. Leader felt adrenaline pump through their veins a little too late if you asked Leader, but they tugged on the cuffs all the same just for something to do. Somewhere to put their fear.

Supervillain left the pliers on the metal table then walked back to the cages. The panic seized Leader’s throat as they leaned up, straining against the ache in their ribs, against the strain on their arms and cried out: “Supervillain! Don’t touch them! Just me, remember?!”

The clang of the handcuffs off the metal table was ricocheting through Leader’s ears like a storm of bullets from their struggling but they didn’t care. They saw Supervillain bend and pick up something from the floor and turn to walk back to Leader.

Leader calmed down a bit after seeing it was Supervillain’a cane. “Don’t worry Leader. I only have eyes for you. This just requires a more personal touch,” said Supervillain with his rolling voice, a hint of humour rounding his words. When Supervillain stopped beside the metal table Leader was chained to, he clicked a button on the handle and the hidden blade shinked out of the end of the cane.

The dagger had been a nasty surprise when Leader first felt it slice across his cheek. Supervillain had kept it a secret until Leader finally had the advantage over him in a fight, and then that shink changed the entire pace of the fight. That just seemed to be the general theme of Supervillain and Leader’s relationship.

Supervillain always seemed to have the upper hand.

Supervillain twisted the bottom of the cane and it came loose, the black metal of the cane becoming the hilt of the blade at the bottom. Leader tugged at the handcuffs again. They felt too exposed. Too readily waiting like a lamb for slaughter, they needed to do something.

“Nerves getting the better of you?” Supervillain asked, voice quiet as he placed the cane on a table to the side. “I can always drag Medic over here instead if you prefer.”

“You wouldn’t live to see tomorrow if you did,” Leader hissed and Supervillain smiled down at them.

“Just making sure. Now, to business,” said Supervillain. They grabbed Leader’s shirt and cut it loose with the blade. The cool metal scraped against Leader’s abdomen and chest causing a shiver to run down their spine. Supervillain turned back to face the cages and said louder so everyone could hear: “is everyone paying attention? Good. This is what happens you just don’t know when to stop and piss me off. Pay attention Youngest.”

The harsh tug of metal and Supervillain smiled to himself, turning back to Leader. All helpless and angry below him. Supervillain nearly sighed and stopped his work to just bask in how long it took him to finally get Leader here. Right where he wanted them, to finally hear them scream and not be able to fight back whatsoever.

Not with their hands.

Not with their words.

He wanted them broken, and hollow, to be moulded into something more after Supervillain was finished with them. The potential just sat idle under their skin and Supervillain would be the man to bring it out into the sunlight. That untapped nugget of something extraordinary.

Supervillain walked around the other side of the table, dagger in hand, then hummed, walking to the other side again. Mouth screwing up in concentration. Then, mind made up he sighed and climbed onto the table, straddling Leader’s waist with a knee on either side.

“At least buy me dinner fir— uhst,” Leader gasped as Supervillain pressed their ribs with his fingers.

“I need you to hold still for me now Leader, and tell me when it hurts.”

Supervillain wished he could have photographed the beautiful confusion on Leader’s face before he leaned over them, pinning their shoulder to table and started carving the first initial of Supervillain’s name just below Leader’s right shoulder.

Leader screamed as Supervillain dragged the blade through skin as if it was as easy as paper, thrashing in their restraints and screaming. Trying to loosen the handcuffs from the hook or jab a knee into Supervillain’s side, crotch, leg — anything. Anything to stop the pain that burned through Leader’s shoulder.

“Hold still. Almost there,” said Supervillain and placed a steadying hand on Leader’s bruised ribs to keep them down. Leader opened their mouth in a silent scream, trying to alleviate the pressure by sucking in their stomach and pushing it out. Twisting, writhing, turning— nothing could make them feel better.

Supervillain leaned back and smiled down at Leader. Leader was just happy they had finally stopped, but it didn’t stop the stinging pain from the deep cuts that were still bubbling warm blood down Leader’s torso and onto the table. To Leader’s horror, Supervillain reached back and picked up the pliers they had left on the edge of the table.

Supervillain brought them down to Leader’s fresh cuts and Leader shook their head, tears streaming down their face. “Supervillain— don’t- don’t!”

“Sssh,” Supervillain cooed, pressing a bloody finger to Leader’s lips. “Relax. I just need to make sure it’ll last.”

That sentence did anything but reassure Leader and before Leader could tell Supervillain that they would rate him poorly on yelp, the pliers was in his skin. The metal bites opening Leader’s flesh, ripping them further apart. Leader screamed from their gut, like a banshee, except worse because they knew merciful death wasn’t coming after the torture. It was just more torture.

Leader was in and out of consciousness by the time Supervillain was done, blinking hazily up at the monster above them. “Good. Done. You did so good. That’s—“ supervillain said with a laugh. “That’s gonna leave one hell of a scar, Leader. You’ll die with that one.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Leader croaked, voice hoarse from screaming. Supervillain tutted them.

“Leader. Leader. Leader. Where’s your usual banter, hmm? No funny input? I didn’t expect you to break so soon.”

Leader couldn’t even tug at their restraints in protest anymore. Their body was exhausted from healing and the adrenaline leaving their system. Supervillain lifted the bloody pliers so Leader could see it and sighed.

“You know the pliers was fun, but I think a clamp would be much more effective at ensuring scarring, wouldn’t you Medic?”

Leader barely heard Medic’s desperate reply. “Please… Supervillain. Please, let me look at them. I can heal them, make sure—“

“Enough. I don’t want them healed. I want them suffering. Although I do enjoy this whole family trauma thing, it does spice up the torture a bit.”

Supervillain was off Leader them and Leader nearly passed out with relief. Until their eyes followed Supervillain to the wall again and they pulled out a medical clamp, and the breath was taken from them.

Supervillain wasn’t done with Leader… they weren’t finished yet.

Sure enough Supervillain climbed back on top of Leader in the same position as before with their blood slicked knife in hand and a clamp in the other.

“You… you’re… I thought—“

“You thought we were done?” Supervillain asked and then laughed. A humourless, evil sound. “No. No. That was just the initial of my first name, Leader. How else will people know I tamed you if I don’t write my last name too?”

Distantly Leader could hear Rogue and Youngest shouting, protesting, calling Supervillain ever name under the sun and screaming. Pleading.

It all melded together in the static in Leader’s brain.

“In all honesty, Leader, you should be thanking whatever God is looking down at you that I don’t have a double barrel last name or we’d run out of body parts.”

Supervillain leaned over and pinned Leader’s left shoulder before getting to carving again. Leader screamed and cried and screamed some more and eventually, mercifully, they passed out on the table.

16th hour — #2 Marked

Masterlist/ Previous

CW: themes of captivity, violence, sexual assault(not detailed) , and dehumanization.

Samuel's consciousness flickered like a sputtering candle as he awoke in the dim, grim confines of the transport truck. His limbs felt leaden, the remnants of the sedative dulling his senses. The air was thick with a pungent mix of sweat and despair.

He wasn't alone. As his vision cleared, he saw others huddled in the cramped space, their faces reflecting the same horror and helplessness that he felt.

A stifled sob drew Samuel's attention to a girl about his age, her shoulders shaking with each breath. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears carving tracks down her grimy freckled cheeks. Across from her, a boy thrashed against his cuffs, his voice a raw scream of defiance and fury.

"Fuck this! Let me out, you bastards! You can't do this to us! We're people, not animals!" His words bounced off the metal walls, unanswered.

"You fucking bastards! Let me out! Let me out!" His shoulders pounded against the walls of the truck, the sound echoing in the confined space. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you all!"

In the opposite corner, another boy had a girl pinned against the side of the truck, his intentions horrifyingly clear. Her terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy filled the air. He wanted to move, to stop the atrocity, but his limbs felt like lead, the sedative still dulling his reflexes.

"N-No, please... don't..." she begged, her voice breaking.

The boy's eyes were wild, filled with a mix of panic and desire. "Shut up! We're nothing now anyways. Might as well enjoy myself for the last time."

Samuel's stomach churned with a mix of fear and revulsion. He forced himself to move, his voice a raspy whisper. "Don't."

The boy turned his head towards Samuel, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Stay out of this pretty boy."

The girl looked desperately at Samuel, tears going down her eyes. Desperation fueled his movements. He stumbled forward, his body protesting every step. He threw himself at the big-bodied boy, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs. They hit the floor hard, the impact jarring Samuel's already aching side.

The boy looked like he was about to punch Samuel if only his hands weren't cuffed behind him. The attacker snarled, his hands closing around Samuel's throat. "You should have stayed out of it, hero." His grip tightened, cutting off Samuel's air. Spots danced in his vision as he struggled, his hands clawing at the man's wrists.

Just when the other boy could take any other action, the truck lurched to a stop, throwing everyone off balance.

The doors swung open, blinding light flooding the space. Uniformed men began pulling the captives out one by one, their expressions devoid of compassion. The girl that was about to almost get raped by the boy mouthed a thank you though it seemed broken.

The outside world was a stark contrast to the darkness of the truck. They were in a large, enclosed compound, the high fences topped with barbed wire. The air was thick with the cries and shouts of other captives, a symphony of suffering.

He was lined up with the others, their fates hanging by a fragile thread. The compound was a cacophony of fear and confusion. Captives of all ages and backgrounds milled about, their expressions a mix of shock, anger, and hopelessness. The sobs of "I don't deserve to be here." and lifeless voices of "Why am I here...?"had filled the room.

A stern-looking man in a uniform walked down the line, his cold eyes assessing each captive with dispassionate precision. He was flanked by guards, their expressions as hard and unforgiving as the concrete beneath their feet.

"Why are you doing this to us?!!" A guy demanded, her voice shaking from anger and fear. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!!"

Somehow seeing this rose up the voices of other people, as they tried pushing and breaking the cuffs behind them. The middle-aged man simply hummed, before swishing his hand to a guard.

The uniformed man smiled looking over at the clipboard in his hand, but the smile was a cruel, empty expression. "You're 'L,'" he said, his tone filled with proffesionality.

Before he could respond, a guard stepped forward, a branding iron in his hand, its tip glowing red-hot. The boy screamed as the iron seared his flesh, the stench of burning skin filling the air. His cries echoed through the compound, a harrowing reminder of their new reality. The guy buckled to his knees with small sobs, unable to hold his weight any longer as some officers dragged him away. The branding had left a cruel "L" on his shoulder, marking him less than human.

The other captives recoiled in horror, the entire place filling with uncomfortable silence. Some were weeping openly, others staring in stunned silence. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He knew his turn was coming, and the thought of that searing pain made his stomach churn with dread.

After a few torturing hours, his legs were basically throbbing with pain from standing for too long. The line had been going on, with the man marking with certain people as "L", "B" or "S", which was followed with agonizing screaming and crying that managed to send a flinch down Samuel's spine every time. He tried thinking about what they could've meant but every time he was interrupted by either shouting or the cracking of a taser when people became too violent.

"Step forward," the guard commanded, his eyes locking onto Samuel.

Samuel's legs felt like they were filled with lead, but he forced himself to move. He stumbled forward, his entire body trembling. The guard with the branding iron stepped up, the heat radiating from the iron making Samuel's skin prickle. The stout man looked at Samuel, and was just about to say something before Samuel cut him off.

"Can I ask something?" He blubbered out before he mentally slapped himself for thinking without speaking. The man only raised his eyebrow in question and signed his hand in a way as if to say 'go on.'

"I-Its just.. I-I thought the ones who were classified as livestock w-were the ones who were from lower class.." Samuel couldn't help but think how egoistic he must've sounded but right now that was the least of his worries.

"Samuel. Samuel Dawson. Son of Edward Dawson and Juli Wood. Mother passed away on your birth so your Father married Camila Fletcher. Your mother was classified as livestock." Samuel basically froze, his mind struggling to process what the man just said. He had been livestock by birth..?

The man simply smiled at Samuel, continuing with his now torturing claims. "Spotted many a time taking pity on livestock. Having arguments about livestock having rights. Secret letters to the government as well to consider dropping down the livestock system. My, my Mr. Dawson. And you ask why you're livestock."

The man laughed, though Samuel didn't think it was funny. "We cannot have anyone disrupting our system. It is the way it is and it will be as so in the future as well."

Before he could react, the man nodded and the guard pressed the branding iron against Samuel's shoulder. The pain was instantaneous and excruciating, a fiery agony that made him scream until his voice was raw. His vision blurred with tears, the world narrowing to the searing torment and the smell of his own burning flesh.

When the iron was pulled away, Samuel collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. He was dimly aware of the others being branded, their screams mingling with his own. The agony in his shoulder was overwhelming, a constant, burning reminder of his new status. He looked at his shoulder, and the disgusting sight of broken flesh and blood among a red covered "L" made him want to puke.

Just when he thought it was over, the man in the uniform frowned, looking at the mark on Samuel's shoulder. He gestured to another guard, who approached with a different branding iron, this one marked with an "S".

"No no nononno!!" Samuel tried backing away. What the fuck was going on?! He already got branded! Fuck he can't do this again!!

"There's been a mistake," the man said, his voice devoid of any hint of apology or compassion. "You're not an 'L.' You're a 'S'."

Samuel barely had time to comprehend the words before the second branding iron was heated. Unlike the first guard, this one moved more methodically, examining Samuel's shoulder for a spot not marred by the initial brand.

Before Samuel could react, the second branding iron pressed against a fresh part of his shoulder, the tip glowing with the same cruel heat. The second iron seared into his flesh with a new level of agony, the pain even more unbearable as the two brands burned into his skin. He screamed again, the sound raw and primal, tears streaming down his face as he felt his consciousness waver.

Samuel's vision swam with spots, the pain overwhelming his senses. When the iron was finally removed, he collapsed completely, his body unable to take any more. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness, snippets of conversation filtering through the haze of pain.

"Get him to the holding for 'S' class." He heard someone say, but he couldn't see who it was. The words were getting more distant or was it the people who were? There was a strange ringing in his ears and he could feel something cold dripping down his arm. He tried to lift his head, to see who was speaking, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive.

The coldness spread through his veins, numbing the agony, but leaving him disoriented and weak.

Samuel's breath came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling with effort. His eyelids grew heavy, the world tilting dangerously around him. The voices of the guards and the other captives melted into a distant murmur, fading into the background like an elusive dream.

And then, with a final, desperate attempt to stay conscious, Samuel succumbed to the overwhelming exhaustion and pain. His body slumped forward, darkness swallowing him whole.

He had always been scared of the dark but this time he felt comfort in it. As if it was keeping it away from the troubles that seemed to keep mounting up on him.

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