Prompt #51
Since captured, Villain hasn't left his cell at all, not even when "yard time". Hero usually is stalking around the prison to gather information from the inmates' conversations. So, one day while hidden in the shadows, he hears two cellmates comment about Villain's late behavior.
Feeling a little bit responsible, that very same night Hero decides to visit Villain's cell for a wellness check. Villain has always struggled with his mental health, so Hero ends up, as weirdly as it sounds, acting as his guardian.
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team is captured. whumper understands that torturing leader won’t be effective if they want information, so they take whumpee, the weakest member of the team, while forcing team to watch.
any team member is free to speak at any time. if their information is verified, they’re free to go. how long until they start to consider betraying their friends? how long until a teammate has to be forcibly restrained by their companions to be prevented from telling whumper everything? the info is important, sure, but how much does that matter in the face of whumpee’s misery?
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I’ve decided that grammar is real, but anyway, here’s a scenario:
Whumpee didn’t realize what they were doing when they picked up the cursed object. They thought it was just a story going around, and it wouldn’t actually curse the person who used it. Now, though, they lie curled up in pain from the malevolent curse placed upon them, regretting their curiosity. “What have I done?” Caretaker, meanwhile, searches through old books and ancient texts, desperately trying to find a cure or a solution of some kind. There had to be something they could do.
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Whumper turned caretaker when they meet a whumpee that they just can't bring themself to torment. One who would let the whole world burn to protect them. Who dotes on them when sick. Making sure they get their fluids, forcing them to take a shower when their fever won't break. Who acts as a shoulder to cry on, pinky promising they won't murder the bastard who dared to break their baby's heart. Watching shitty romcoms on a rainy day.
Or caretaker turned whumper. Burnt out from their job, feeling absolutely cynical towards the world. It being so easy to turn off their emotions. To not feel anything but numbness as whumper screams. They simply don’t care that whumper was someone they used to deeply care for. Easily washing the blood off their hands before leaving for the night.
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SHACKLED BY ROYALTY
#1 :THE BEAST'S PET
CW: abduction, captivity, slight whump, coercion, power dynamics, pet whump, drugging, defiant whumpee, swearing, dominant whumper, slavery
Noah woke to the jolt of the wagon hitting a rut in the road. Darkness surrounded him and he could only think he was blindfolded. The cloying scent of sweat and fear clinging to the air like a suffocating shroud. Disorient and groggy, he blinked away the remnants of his sleep, his senses gradually coming alive to the harsh reality. He suddenly sat up frantically shaking his head as if the tightened blindfold would somehow magically fall off.
"H-Hey!! Let me out of here!!" His body ached from the unforgiving jostle of the wagon, every bone protesting against the place he was in right now. Chains rattled with each bone-jarring bump in the road, a chilling reminder of the shackles that bound his wrists and ankles, tethering him to a fate he dared not contemplate.
"Where are you taking me?!!" Noah's screams only grew louder when no response was given. His heart beating so fast as if it would jump out of his chest. "ANSWER ME! SOMEONE!" He quietened when he heard a "tch" near him.
A deep, South American accent cut through the darkness like a blade, sending a shiver down Noah's spine. "Didn't expect him to wake up this early. And he's awfully loud," the voice mused, its casual cruelty sending a chill through the air.
Noah's heart pounded in his chest as he felt a rough hand grab his arm, the sting of a needle piercing his skin sending shockwaves of numbness coursing through his veins. Just then he heard whines around him. There were people. More people like him. Gradually, the numbness from the injection site started to spread.
Noah tried his best to speak something. Something that could catch the attention of other people there. He felt confused.
Who were these people? And where the hell were they taking him?
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Abruptly, the cart lurched to a halt, the sudden cessation of movement sending Noah sprawling against the unforgiving floor. He woke with a small cry of pain, his heart hammering in his chest as he listened, breath held in fearful anticipation.
Footsteps approached, heavy and purposeful, accompanied by the jingle of chains and the murmured voices of unseen captors. Noah's pulse quickened, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach like icy tendrils of dread.
Two muscular arms went under each of Noah's underarms holding him up.
"Where are you taking me?!" he cried out, his voice raw with fear, but his captors remained silent, their faces hidden in the shadows.
One of the guys patted Noah's head leaving him more enraged.
All of a sudden, he was thrown to the ground before he was being manhandled to be in a kneeling position with multiple chains on his neck, ankles and wrists holding him in place allowing his captors to have full control over him.
As the blindfold was ripped away, Noah blinked against the harsh light, his eyes adjusting to the sight of his surroundings. It seemed like some sort of a court room? His mind was still clouded up from the drug that was given to him.
"W-What the fu-" A harsh slap shut him up.
"Shush. The young prince will be here any second" Prince? What the fuck was happening?? He wanted to question more but knew better than that. It felt like a scene right out of Hollywood.
Suddenly, he saw the men around him which he thought were most probably the guards bowed down to a young man. Noah raised his head up as to see who it was before a rough hand in his hair forced his head back down only allowing him to see the man's piercing green eyes. The man whom they called the "young prince" stayed quiet. The tension in the room visibly increased before a deep voice spoke.
"Leave us." The guards were quick to retreat from their position and going out of the court room. Noah was about to get up from his kneeling position before flinching at the harsh voice. "Stay still slave!"
"Slave?!" Noah's voice wavered with disbelief, but the harsh slap that followed left him reeling, his cheek stinging with the sting of humiliation. He heard the man tutting.
"Oh dear" He sighed. "It's going to take a lot of time to break that swearing and defiance from you.. But.."
The man grinned, the smile no other than a vicious beast's. He leaned closer, his teeth barely just grazing the other's ears before he whispered. "Oh how I'll enjoy seeing you squirm and beg me to spare you" Noah's body practically froze, terror filling his eyes.
Desperation clawed at Noah's chest as he dared to question his captor's authority. "W-Who are you...?"
But the prince's response sent a chill through his bones—a predatory grin twisting his lips as he whispered promises of torment and submission.
"I'm Andrey. Son of Viktor Kozlov," the prince declared, his name a whispered curse that echoed in Noah's ears. "You will address me as 'sir'."
Noah's blood ran cold as the weight of his situation settled upon him. This was no mere kidnapping—it was a descent into a nightmare from which there would be no waking.
As the reality of his situation sank in, Noah's world spun on its axis, his mind racing with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. With each passing moment, the weight of his captivity grew heavier, a suffocating shadow looming over him, threatening to consume him whole.
Noah only knew this was going to be one hellish of a ride. And only god knew when it was going to end.
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