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whumplists · 2 months

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Lucifer Whump List

1x1- emotional whump, shot multiple times (not hurt) 1x4- scar reveal, emotional whump, shot by Chloe, bleeding, in pain, needs help walking 1x6- emotional whump from stolen wings, angry outburst 1x7- punched in the face multiple times by Amenadiel, bloody face, black eye, worried Chloe 1x9- lots of emotional whump 1x10- arm burned in fire while rescuing Chloe, arm bandaged 1x11- shot but unharmed, cut hand 1x12- fight with Amenadiel, bleeding nose/bruised face, worried Chloe 1x13- shot in the stomach, collapses, bleeding out, dies, brought back to life 2x1- hit in the head with a fire poker, bleeding, choking 2x5- fight with Uriel, hit multiple times, bleeding, emotional whump, crying 2x6- acting out/grieving 2x8- slashed in the torso by Dan 2x12- cuts himself, bleeding 2x13- kills himself via defibrillator, failed attempts to resuscitate him, stuck in hell, emotional whump, brought back to life, worried friends 2x15- punched, thrown into car 2x16- committed, drugged, tied down to gurney 2x17- fight with Maze, bloody face 2x18- thrown into piano, knocked out, wakes up in desert badly sunburned 3x1- sunburned in desert cont, pain from slap on back/wings 3x9- trapped in building (not injured though) 3x11- cage fight with Amenadiel, hit multiple times, bloody face, cuts still on face later, wings cut off 3x17- stabbed in the shoulder saving Chloe, worried Chloe, bleeding, arm in sling, emotional whump 3x20- sleep deprived, betrayed 3x24- shot many times in the wings, screaming in pain, bloody/damaged wings (photo at top of post) 4x1- shot through the hand, bleeding, bandaged, in pain 4x2- inside exploding building, worried Chloe, cuts hand on glass, jumps in front of axe for Chloe, cut in the chest by Chloe 4x4- emotional whump, impaled by pool cue 4x5- shot in the stomach, collapses, held hostage while injured, worried friends, coughing, bleeding out, passes out, in ambulance gurney 4x7- targeted for a hit, shot (not hurt), emotional whump 4x8- lots of emotional whump 5x3- fight with Maze, fight with Michael, roughed up/bloody 5x7- paralyzed by dart, dragged, held captive by serial killer, found by Chloe, shot in the chest by Dan (cliffhanger) 5x8- continued from being shot last episode, worried Chloe (no injury though), emotional angst/guilt, hit in the head by Chloe (but not injured), thrown through glass wall, fight with Maze 5x15- kicked, thrown into table, emotional whump/grief 5x16- fight with Michael, lots of emotional whump, crashes into heaven, dying, falls to his knees, sacrifices himself, dies

Not including season 6 b/c it's traumatizing :D

#hell of a lot of whump #king of hell? more like king of whump #amiright #lucifer #whump #whump list #lucifer morningstar #tom ellis #lucifer whump #whump rec

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whump-side · 4 months

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Shot by an arrow compilation for @whumpers-monthly

#whumpers-monthly #issue no 24 #whump art #shot with an arrow #i thought i had more but turns out it's lot of aftermath #we don't talk enough how arrows sticking like that must be painful af #the slight bump must hurt like hell #and im not even talking about whumpee or someone else savagely taking out an arrow

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criticaaaaaaaal · 2 years

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supernova

#lego monkie kid #lego sun wukong #samadhi fire #sun wukong #BURNT MONKEY * bangs pots & pans together * COME GET YOUR UHHHH BURNT MONKEY #HE CANT TAKE THE HEAT GET HIM OUT OF THE KITCHEN *hells kitchen sfx*#been watching a lot of gordon ramsey shows. he's awesome #srry swk youre my blorbo atm so im gonna have to whump you around a little bit #its not personal #monkie king #the monkey king #throwing all the tags here sorry #critical watches monkie kid #I DID THIS TO AVOID MY HW THATS DUE IN AN HOUR!!!!!!! FML!!!!!!!!!#I GOTTA DO THAT #samadhi fire wukong au #edit: currently pinning this because 1 its the easiest way to access my lmk tag #and 2. i actually still like how it came out

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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this spiralled out of control i apologise. beck's head will clear in 3, 2, 1-

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, suggestive stuff, mind control, threat of death, threat of murder, lots of threats in general, power dynamics, intimate whumper, murder mention

"Oh, I do love it here." Helle stretched out on the king sized bed while Beck was left to stand in the bedroom door, silently fuming. That was his bed, and his room, and his home. "Thank you for asking."

"I didn't," he said quietly, a show of ridiculous defiance he seldom afforded himself. But his home was being turned into a fucking vampire den! Helle went and looked at his treasured family photos, his decorations, touched all his possessions, all while he could do nothing but sit on the sofa and wait for them to leave.

And then they came back. Again. And again. And again. Because they could, and because this was now their new favourite hangout spot; ever since the fucking date night.

"No, I think you did." They gave him a look, a warning, one that Beck always felt compelled to heed. Not this time. He thought he had enough pent up anger to be a little disobedient, so he steeled his nerves and decided to speak up. Well, about as well as a mouse would've against the neighbourhood cat.

"You– you're being... very unfair," he said slowly, forcing out the words one by one, considering each one before committing to it. That wasn't what he'd wanted to say, of course. But he somehow had to repackage his... more blunt sentiments. "And, and you can do that, you can absolutely be as horrible to me as you want. I can't... I can't do anything about it. But I don't want to play along today."

Helle's expression turned playful, and they rolled over to one side of the bed, petting the other as an invitation. Beck wanted to explode when he saw his own fucking bed being offered back to him at a price — a very steep price at that. He didn't want to be anywhere near the fucking vampire.

"Oh, come on," they insisted when he didn't move. He just shook his head.

"Please, get off my bed. You're– you're in your street clothes, and you're rolling around on my blanket that I use after I've showered and I'm clean–"

"Oh, is that the issue?" they asked with a mischievous smile, glancing down at their clothes. "If it is, we can definitely remedy–"

"It's not! It's– it's one of many issues!" he snapped, his little outburst startling him more than it did Helle. "S-sorry. I– just, please, get off."

"You know, sometimes I like it when you get mad at me. Even beyond just the entertainment factor. Because, you see... you are so bland on the surface, but whenever you get angry, it is almost like... I can tell there is something more there."

Bland? What kind of backhanded compliment was that? Or was it just an insult? Beck was so caught off guard that he couldn't even respond before Helle had already moved on, petting the bed again.

"Now, do get over here before I lose interest and just start snapping some bones for fun."

He swallowed, the memory of Helle holding his wrist in their hand and cheerily explaining how easily they could break it seeping back into the forefront of his mind and making his legs move of their own accord. "I said I was sorry," he tried as he carefully lowered himself onto his bed like it was a minefield.

"Yes, I know. And more often than not, I am also fine playing along. But not today, right? Today we are brave and honest."

He hated the way they said that. He had no idea what stupid game they had in mind that required them both on the same bed, but he was starting to get increasingly nervous about it — while Helle easily propped themself up on their elbow, lying on their side, looking at him excitedly like they were at a sleepover.

"I want you to tell me what you actually think. Of me, of spending the night with a vampire, with the specific vampire who has been so mean to you. I want to hear it."

"Wh- what?"

"It is painfully obvious that you are holding back. An understandable choice. But now I want you to just say it. Tell me something absolutely vile."

"I, I don't... I... no, but this, this is what I mean, this is unfair, how can you even– you, you could hurt me so badly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that an invitation?" They raised their free hand before he could answer, cutting him off. "I know, I know. It is not. Not yet, anyway. But very well, if you will not share of your own volition, you shall share under enthrallment."

Beck sat up immediately, his urge to get away suddenly unbearable. "No! No, you said you wouldn't, you said you wouldn't use it!"

"I will if I have to," they cooed. "Or you can just tell me."

"I... will I be punished for this?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Beck, stop being such a coward for one second. Indulge. I can tell you my most depraved thoughts about you in exchange, if–"

"No. No, I, I don't think I want to hear any of that."

"Well, I might tell you anyway. But for now, let me hear your honest opinion."

He didn't want to be enthralled. Now that he was so focused on it, he could already feel it creeping closer and closer at the edges of his consciousness, poking and prodding and gently pushing him to just do it. He knew it could turn vicious at any moment, seizing the information by violently ripping it from his mind against his will.

"I hate you," he said in a shaky little voice, ruining weeks of fantasies of himself yelling these words at the vampire. "I, I hate everything about you, everything that reminds me of you, I hate feedings, I hate you being here, I hate you touching me and my things and, and bringing who knows what into my house, you're ruining my life, I– I wish–" He cut himself off, and Helle pushed further into his mind, forcing the words out of his mouth without his consent. "I wish you had been buried with a stake in your heart back whenever you died. I wish I was there, seeing it through, I wish I could've done it. Hell, you're the only reason I keep a stake in my home, you're the only vampire I ever imagine killing, but I imagine it often and in great detail. I am thoroughly fucking disgusted by you, and I truly wish you were dead and rotting somewhere."

Their hold on him suddenly disappeared, and he was left with the knowledge of what he'd just told Helle to their face. He couldn't run away. He couldn't defend it. He couldn't explain it away. All he could do was sit there and watch them process all of it, hoping that whatever punishment this warranted, he could negotiate it to be a little lighter.

He had never realised just how terrifying a concept enthrallment was. He had been spoiled before, continually presented with choices he thought were impossible... but no, impossible felt completely different. It was his mind being effortlessly taken over and toyed with, it was being helpless, completely helpless against it.

"Okay," Helle said after a while, plopping down onto their back. "Bring your stake and get it over with."

"What..?"

"If you do not comply with this order, I will find the stake and drive it through your heart."

Beck almost fell off the bed in his haste to grab the stake from the drawer of his nightstand, clutching it in his hands uncertainly as he turned back to see Helle still lying on their back, docile as ever. They didn't make a single move to stop him as he reluctantly inched closer.

"You– you wouldn't actually let me," he stammered, and they shrugged.

"You are not going get a better chance."

Well... that much was true. And yet, all he did was kneel there on the bed with a stake in his hand and stare at the vampire.

"You know, from the amount of family photo albums I have flipped through, I could easily find and recognise your mother. Or your brother, really. I wonder whether they would be any more fun, or this particular brand of blandness runs in your family." They looked up at him with a coy smile. "I might just go find out for myself after I've staked you."

There weren't many things Beck was as fiercely protective of as his family. Rage bubbled up in his chest with every word Helle uttered, and he instantly moved to straddle their waist, raising the stake high above his head. He had a clear shot. Helle wasn't defending themself. They were telling him that only one of them was going to leave this room alive, and that if it was them, they would slaughter the rest of his family.

And yet... now that he was actually here, on top of the vampire who had been tormenting him, the thought of killing them was intimidating. It wasn't even killing, all he was doing was sending them back where they belonged! But... but what vampire would take over their territory? Would those vampires grab him too? Would they immediately enthrall him, pump him full of venom, leave him to die? Did he... did he really hate Helle that much..?

He shook his head a little, trying to get rid of the thoughts. This had to be the lingering effects of the enthrallment he'd read about. He did hate them, he hated them more then anything, he wanted them dead, properly, permanently dead. And yet his body wouldn't comply. He wasn't a murderer. He just... he couldn't...

Beck flinched and almost dropped the stake when Helle suddenly moved, trailing their fingers up his thighs, over his hips and onto his waist. He lowered his hands to push theirs away, but they were faster, grabbing him by the wrists and tugging his hands over to their chest. The point of the stake was now right above their unbeating heart, mere inches away from killing them; and they looked up at him with the same calm as always, almost– fond, or... or...

"You could do it now," they whispered, not letting him pull his hands back even if he wanted to. "All those mean, condescending insults, all that pain from feedings, all the ruined date nights, all that frustration from having to tolerate a leech like me in your home... gone."

"I can't," he whispered back, trying to blink away tears of shame. He just couldn't. His life was on the line. His family's life. And he couldn't.

"Why?"

He shook his head again. Maybe he didn't fully know, maybe he just didn't want to talk about it. Maybe he felt like he could just say no now that he was holding a stake to their heart.

"I thought you hated me."

"I do." His hands were shaking badly, worse by the second as Helle slowly worked his fingers loose from the stake. "But I– I don't know what would happen afterwards. And I don't want to kill anybody–"

"I'm already dead, Beck."

"I know." He let them take the stupid piece of wood, the one he now knew he'd never actually get to use because of his own cowardice. He yelped when Helle suddenly flipped their positions, settling comfortably between his legs and putting the pointed end of the stake against his heart.

"I let you do this because I thought it would be a nice little lesson," they said easily, almost pleasantly, no doubt enjoying the way he trembled under them. "I knew you would not be able to do it. At least I was confident enough. Of course, had you tried, I would have simply stopped you... but you did not even try."

There was no trace of fear in their voice or on their face from having been so close to death, nor was there a single tremor that would've run through their hands as they threatened someone with a very much lethal weapon. This wouldn't have been their first kill; nor their first death, for that matter. Beck stifled a little whimper at the thought.

"Whether you admit it or not, you love to hate me. You love to point to me and say I am the source of your problems, you love to fantasise about my death being the end of your misery, but you know it is not true. You love knowing that you do not have to fear vampires out at night anymore, aside from the one you already know. One that is, quite frankly–"

"Spoiling me," he blurted out, and their smile widened.

"Yes. Spoiling you. No magic. No quick and easy scrambling of your fragile, human mind. You love to think I am strict and cruel, because it makes you feel better about the world. You love to think I am the worst of it. But you know it is not true."

"I do, now." He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he stared up at the murderous being so close to killing him, and he dared hope they wouldn't. Because he knew them, and they knew him, and he dared hope that in itself was enough to keep him from dying tonight.

"I killed my sire like this." They sounded nostalgic, as though they were recalling their most pleasant memories. "There is something... quite special about staking someone. Forcing a piece of wood between their ribs, piercing their heart... I do love doing it. It is quite... intimate."

Beck felt the point be driven further into his skin, nestling between strands of the fabric in his shirt and drawing blood underneath. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to drive it through someone's chest without any momentum. Helle was definitely more than capable.

He held his breath, waiting for his death as the vampire watched the droplet of blood soak a small circle of red into his pristine shirt. Then they threw the stake aside, grabbing a hold of his wrist instead. "But if I staked you tonight, how would I ever turn you into my adoring little vampire servant? No, I am afraid that will have to wait." They kissed the inside of his wrist, and Beck shivered, bracing himself for the bite that would come as a direct result of his own incompetence. "But I am very pleased that this honesty hour has brought us a bit closer together."

taglist: @whumpsday @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @florissimps @nicolepascaline @oliversrarebooks

#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #beckett #helle #vampire whumper #suggestive #mind control #threat of death #threat of murder #lots of threats in general #power dynamics #intimate whumper #murder mention

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befuddled-calico-whump · 4 months

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someone should whump Greer

pretty plausible, if he were ever caught by the Riot Kings

#look greer is a lot of things but he's loyal as hell to the Fleet and not afraid of getting hurt #also i said no one is exempt from being whumped so that includes greer even though he's cop shaped #whump art #whumper turned whumpee #his frame looks way smaller than usual but thats cause his arms are semi behind his back 😭

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guys-in-distress-database · 6 months

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New favourite bondage headcanon:

Michael Afton was restrained by Ennard before getting scooped in Five Nights at Freddy’s: Sister Location.

#do I have any substantial evidence for this?#absolutely not #does it make perfect sense?#absolutely yes #is there a lot of fanart?#HELL YEAH #whump #whump thoughts #shitpost #fnaf #Michael Afton #headcanons

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whumpacabra · 2 months

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Completed Febuwhump2024!

@febuwhump

*Note: these entries are part of my Freelancer series, where they can be read chronologically alongside pieces unrelated to the Febuwhump2024 prompts. This list is not chronological to in-universe events.

Helpless

Solitary Confinement

"Bite down on this."

Obedience

Alt. Prompt - Found Footage

"You lied to me."

Alt. Prompt - CPR

Alt. Prompt - "I love you."

Bees

Killing in Self Defense

Time Loop

Semiconscious

"You weren't supposed to get hurt."

Blood-Stained Tiles

"Who did this to you?"

Came Back Wrong

Hostage Situation

Too Weak to Move

"Please don't."

Truth Serum

Unresponsive

Alt. Prompt - Human Weapon

Presumed Dead

"I'm doing this because I care about you."

Waterboarding

"Help them."

Left for Dead

"No...not like this."

Not Allowed to Die

#whump #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #freelancers #a lot of alt prompts this time around...mostly bc ive used similar ones before lol #anyways this month was for wolf. putting my blorbo in the fuckin blender #(also cortazar on that one day)#better late than never right? this last week and a half was hell irl ngl lol #no whumpril this year I am. stresst.

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sweetlacerations · 29 days

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whumpers! please remember to put your longposts under a readmore!!

you can either do it by writing : readmore : (<- without the spaces) or by pressing

^ this button ^

#whump #i've been seeing a lot of very long posts and ily y'all but it's Hell

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alaynestone · 4 months

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You perfectly articulated my thoughts! It’s like these self-proclaimed Sam girls don’t even like Sam with the way they rewrite his character to be the most boring, nondescript, waifish shotacon self-insert. They literally remove all of his most interesting qualities until he’s a completely unrecognizable shell of his former self. Maybe it’s /because/ Dean is canonically shown to be more submissive, both sexually and otherwise, that fans are more normal about it? Like they don’t NEED to turn him into a brand new OC for their fantasies. They can just write about him as he appears in the show. Him liking wearing panties doesn’t automatically turn him into a feeble yaoi uke stereotype lmfao.

Your tags really encapsulate what I found so triggering about those comments. Mushy fluffy dad of the year John just isn’t congruent with a John who would molest his sons (or canon for that matter). He loves them both, yes, but it’s not the existence of that love in and of itself that makes deanjohn read as incestuous. Smugly and flippantly declaring that Sammy was the favorite bc he was allowed some semblance of a childhood, and then using this as evidence IN FAVOR of samjohn is just so deliberately obtuse. CSA isn’t an act of love???😭

"waifish shotacon self-insert" killed me. you're 100% right. dean already has a lot of ..desirable blorbo traits, especially in the sense that he's the reason the omegaverse exists and it's so hard to compete with that one lmao. but when someone wants these qualities for their fave step number 1 is to tear down dean to make that happen. it's very telling that this is always the approach.

your second paragraph is also spot on. EXACTLY.

#i love sam and john's relationship it's just not like that #also in relation to your first point..i do think people resent the hell out of jared's size too #and a lot of the over the top whumped emasculated bottom sam posting is meant to be loud enough to drown that out #isn't it hotter if he stays himself when bottoming and/or subbing for his beautiful big brother only? no? ok suit yourselves

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blog-of-reaction · 1 year

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Did they just sing Nate back to life with the power of love? Yes. Yes, they did. I fucking love Legends of Tomorrow.

#legends of tomorrow #I loved this season so much #honestly might be my favorite so far #(in large part due to Constantine)#I love the character development and Sarah and Ray remain the best #but I love John Constantine with all my heart #and the whump in this season is amazing #also have I mentioned I love John Constantine?#like he was my favorite character this season by far #which is saying a lot considering how awesome everyone was #also I somehow keep forgetting how amazing he is #but I didn’t forget it even once this season #because I love him so very much #the fact that while in hell he managed to become friends with Vandal Savage?#perfect #although it was a bit startling #but also not completely unrealistic #also have I mentioned I love Constantine?#because I love Constantine #and matt ryan does an amazing job #and is literally perfect for the role #s watches shows #s watches legends of tomorrow

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whumperfully · 2 years

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Promised Hell: Part 2

CW: dehumanization, manhandling, tortured for information, shock collar, humiliation

Also marks off my bthb:shock collar

The click of the door lock jolted Steve back awake. The first thing that came to his mind was the burning pain in his left hand. It seemed absurd now how easily he had been able to sleep despite it.

"Good evening. I hope you slept well."

Steve craned his neck back to glare at his captor. His eyes followed them as they took their place in front of him.

"Are you hungry?"

He only hardened his glare. Of course he was hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten something good.

"I want a clear answer. Don't make this difficult for yourself--"

"What happens if I say yes?"

"You'll be given two options. You can either co-operate and receive normal food. Or, you can be fed by putting a feeding tube down your throat. Choose wisely and quickly." They took their suitcase out from below the table and placed it between them.

"And if I say no?"

"The feeding tube will be used." They shrugged nonchalantly. "They don't want you to die yet."

"They?" It could be useful to figure out who they were working for. Maybe he could bribe them or something?

"That's classified information. Now, don't try to buy time."

Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek. "What are you going to ask me today?"

"Your role in the attempted assassination. And your motive." They opened the suitcase, facing it away from him like last time.

Steve bared his teeth. "Forget it. I'm not telling you shit about that."

Eli took something out of the suitcase before closing it, secretly slipping it into their pocket. "This is your last chance for cooperation."

"Fuck you."

"I have made the necessary arrangements in another room. Come without offering any resistance or suffer the consequences." They stepped closer, producing a key from their pocket to unlock the cuffs.

Steve gently shook his hands and slowly stood up, intentionally luring them into a false sense of security. He flexed his right hand behind his back. "You won't be restraining me?"

"Not yet. Walk slowly and obediently behind me."

Steve nodded, another series of pain shooting up from his left hand feuling his anger. This could be his one and only chance. There was no way he was going to blow it.

Eli produced another key from their pocket to unlock the door.

The moment Steve heard the click of the lock, he lunged forward at his captor, pulling his right arm back for a punch.

A short sigh and Eli simply sidestepped his attack.

Steve growled, adrenaline in his veins making him lose all ability to think. He just wanted to punch their emotionless face bloody. Lunging forward once more, he aimed for their nose. He had excelled in his military training. He could do this--

Sidestepping his attack again, Eli grabbed the back of his head and shoved it towards the ground. Hard.

Instantly losing his balance, Steve landed on the ground with a hiss.

"Behave." Eli slammed their shoe in his back, painfully twisting it in his spine.

Steve growled in frustration, fruitlessly trying to get his arms out from below himself. The bastard was way stronger than they looked. Something leather slipped around his neck and his breath hitched. "What the... fuck are you doing?"

"Putting a collar around your neck to improve your behavior."

"This can't fucking be legal." He choked out, the collar now tight around his neck.

"I told you yesterday. I own you. I can do whatever I want with you. Whatever it takes to make you talk."

Steve's breath turned shallow. "No."

"I'll take it off if you tell me exactly what your role and motive--"

"No. I'm not telling you shit!" The pitch of his voice came out higher than intended.

"Get up then. Or should I force you to?" The nonchalance in their voice was starting to piss him off more and more.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He fought against their grip.

"I'm only doing my job." They locked the collar from behind, tightening it just enough to make sure he would have to fight with it for every breath.

"Don't fucking lie to me, you sadistic bastard. You enjoy this, don't you!"

Eli paused for a moment. "I don't."

"If you feel so fucking sorry about it, then why won't you fucking let me go!" His throat felt hoarse, the collar straining his each breath.

"I don't feel sorry about it."

"Then, what the fuck do you feel?!" His throat was dry now.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Steve turned his neck to glare at him, disbelief evident in his eyes.

"Get up. I won't ask again." Eli stepped off of him, standing up.

"No. Not until you give me a proper answer."

"A master owes his slave nothing. I have no obligation to answer." They reached into their pocket.

His voice was a low growl. "You're not my fucking master--" A scream ripped through his throat as electricity pulsed through his veins.

As abruptly as it came, it stopped, leaving Steve panting on the floor. "What the fuck?"

"By using this remote, I can make that collar shock you. I used only the third setting and you screamed, proving to be effective." Eli talked as if they were describing the weather. "Now, get up. Or I shock you again."

"Rot in hell-- fu- uck." Steve trembled.

"Only the first setting this time. Still, it hurt, didn't it? Get up or the next shock will be on the second setting."

Steve cringed. Resisting was pointless. Even if he managed to not comply, the bastard could just drag him there--

He pressed his mouth to the ground before another sound could escape him. His muscles twitched and the pain in his hand worsened. By the time it stopped, he was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"That was the second setting. You took it better than the first one. Still, it's only going to get worse. I suggest you--"

"Fuck! I'm getting up!" Steve snarled, getting onto his hands and knees, careful not to put too much pressure on his left.

"Stand up within five seconds or I'll make you crawl."

"One." Steve pushed himself up to his elbows.

"Two." He got his arms off the floor.

"Three." He balanced himself up on his feet.

"Four." He managed to stand up, the tiniest smirk on his lips as he looked them in the eyes. The bastard must've thought he wouldn't be able to do it--

A small sigh and Eli activated the collar again, making Steve fall back to the ground, cursing and groaning.

"What the fuck was that for, you--"

"Five. Time's up."

Steve stared up at his captor in disbelief, suddenly going quiet. "What the fuck?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Setting three. For looking your master in the eyes without permission." They crouched down to pat his hair. "Now, crawl."

"No."

"You're lucky you're not naked with a leash attached to your collar. Yet. I can certainly make that happen whenever I want to."

Steve lost his courage, eyes falling to the ground. "I can't."

"You know you can. It's just that you don't want to." They grabbed his hair and tugged. "I'll be nice and give you an extremely good option though. Tell me how many people you were conspiring with. That's all and I'll let you walk."

Steve blinked. No way in hell was he letting his dignity take that heavy of a blow. It was... just a tiny piece of information, wasn't it? It couldn't possibly hurt to--

"Answer before I change my mind."

Taking a deep breath, he made his decision. "Fuck you--" A scream ripped through his throat again as electricity was sent down his body once more.

"Setting three." Their voice sounded distant. "For non-cooperation and the use of profanities."

He felt the grip on his hair tighten as his chest was lifted off the ground. Soon he was being dragged across through the rough floor, still screaming.

He couldn't tell how long it took for them to drag him to the other room and throw them onto a chair, but it was certainly too much. His eyes were damp by the time the electricity finally stopped.

"Sit up on the chair before I shock you again."

Every muscle in his body screamed for mercy, violently trembling, but he knew better than to disobey. With much effort, he straightened himself, trying his best to make it as quick as possible.

As Eli tightly strapped him to the metal chair, Steve closed his eyes, letting himself go limp.

"Are you tired? But we haven't even started yet?"

#promised hell #whump #OcStevenSmith #OcElijahEvans #bthb #bad things happen bingo #cw tortured for information #cw dehumanization #cw shock collar #cw manhandling #cw humiliation #got really side tracked here but ig it turned out okay?#i promise to make it a lot worse for Steve in the next part #kinda wanted to make it longer but that'd be a pain to edit

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