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auroragehenna · 6 months

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No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Failed Escape

AI-less Whumptober

Day 20 Dehumanisation, Master and Servant kinda,

TW/CW: Failed escape, electrocution, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, quick mild gore warning, a bit of enviromental whump? Somehow??, more magic whump, light wing whump, Word count: 1'326

Harmonia had waited until the house had finally gotten quiet. She was incredibly battered after today’s torture but she had to bring up the strength for this. Since today’s torture had finally ended and she was dragged back to her quarters she had been pacing her room. Changing potions and places in unequal sequences. Harmonia suspected that she was being watched and she had to make sure she wouldn’t attract attention when she would get up eventually. She had to get out of this hellhole. She just had to. Out of here. Probably out of Gehenna. And then…somewhere. She didn’t know where and she didn’t have time to think about it any further now. Her next change was about to happen, and that one would be it. She got up from in front of the fire and walked over to the door. She leaned her back against the door and slowly slid down into a crouching sit. From there she knotted her hands into each other and tried as inconspicuously as possible to get the magic gem she stole out from under her skin. Where she shoved it in a few days ago through a cut Electra had given her. Harmonia tried her best to suppress any sounds of pain as she was forced to re-open the barely healed cut with her nails. She had to keep quiet. There! It was bloody and greasy, but it would still work. Slowly she shoved the gem towards the door and when they touched, she heard the most beautiful sound. The soft click of the lock. Carefully, she got up, ripped a part of her clothing, and make-shift-bandaged her arm with it. If she failed, Electra’s anger about the ruined clothing would be the least of her problems, she thought. Slowly she got up and squeezed herself through the door. No guards. That was weird. And concerning. Then again, the demoness had quite the ego. Wouldn’t it be like her to be so sure of herself? Doesn’t matter, she didn’t have time for this. Harmonia would have preferred to fly; she would have preferred to be as fast as possible. But she couldn’t risk the airflow alarming somebody and she had to stay low-key. So she conquered meter and meter. Hallway after hallway in this labyrinth. Always looking over her shoulder. Neck, eyes, and ears straining to pick something up. Heart racing. Finally, after what felt like eons she arrived at a backdoor that led outside. She pressed the gem at the door, praying even though it was useless down here. Blessedly the door opened and she walked outside onto wet grass. Quietly she hushed through the door and closed it behind her. Finally, she could spread her wings. They have been itching to move. She slowly flew a few meters straight into the air, keeping close to the house wall. Before she could go, she needed to make sure there weren’t any guards outside either. But even as she reached the pointy end of the roof, there was nobody in sight. There was a thunderstorm, but she was assuming that was always the case here with Electra being a lightning demon and all. Harmonia turned around and flew towards one of the edges of the mansion. The one where there were a lot of trees and bushes. The only test left was now the barriers. She had memorized and inquired how many and at what point the barriers were. As she reached the first one and fortunately passed though it started to rain. Maybe she could really do this. Through the second barrier, stronger rain now. She avoided the tree crowns, getting more and more reckless in the need to escape. She was soaked as she reached the third barrier and pressed the gem against it. It gave and then everything exploded in white.

Wet. Wet and constant. That was what Harmonia felt as soon as she was able to feel anything again. Anything aside from pain. She turned her head and something stung faintly in her cheek. Grass. She was laying on grass. “Get up! You weren’t even unconscious, so get. Up!”, Electra ordered her angel with a voice colder than a glacier and with a far more dangerous edge.

Groaning Harmonia got up on all fours only to be kicked in the side by Electra’s boot and end up on her stomach again and push herself back up on her knees. Truthfully damage control was useless at this point but she couldn’t help clinging to the hope that it would help at least a tiny bit. She only now noticed that her wings felt like they were on fire and as she turned her head a micro-bit she knew why. Countless feathers were black and scorched. Her beautiful wings. That and the realisation that she failed was enough to make tears well up in her eyes.

“I am not even going to waste my breath on you too much. You know what you’ve done. You will face the consequences for it tomorrow. Follow me, you won’t be going back to your quarters tonight, obviously, your loyalties are not sufficiently adapted yet.”

“This can’t be happening. I was so close”, Harmonia whispered to herself.

Electra who had already started walking back towards the house stopped in her tracks. She didn’t turn around but her cold expression suddenly started to melt a bit until it broke into a grin. She chuckled. “Do you really believe that?”

Harmonia looked up to her silhouette through the hazeof tears in her eyes.

“You really believe that was all you? Oh, my stupid, stupid doll. Never make the mistake of underestimating me again. All of it, from the gemstones to you stealing one, over the unguarded perimeter, all of it, was a set-up. A test if you want. And you failed. And in the morning you will pay the consequences for your actions. Now! Move!”

Harmonia got up on shaky legs and winced when her burned feathers shuffled. She didn’t want to make the demoness even more mad so she hurried behind her. They really didn’t go the way to her own quarters. Electra led her up the stairs. No word was spoken but there was a tension in the air around them and Harmonia was sure it wasn’t just her imagination. Who knew with that woman. Finally, they halted in front of a big double door. Carved into the wood were the outlines of jewels and lightning flashes and much more.

A maid waiting outside the door opened it and let the two of them in. It was a big room kept in low lighting, with a grand bed, many windows and another cheminee.

Electra ordered Harmonia to wait and walked to the bed. Once there she crouched down and pulled out a heavy chain from underneath the bed. On the end of the chain, there was a thin metal collar. She ordered Harmonia to come and kneel next to her.

Harmonia did as she was told and Electra closed the collar around her throat and connected the short chain to the bedpost next to her head. Then she walked to a cupboard and pulled out a rope. With that, she walked back to Harmonia and ordered her to stretch out her legs. After she had bound them together she spoke again: “You will sleep here for the next time. Until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. And a word of advice, you don’t want to disturb me. Now, sleep.”

Again Harmonia did as she was told, what choice does she really have? She turned around with her bound legs and laid down on her stomach, her head resting on her arms to prevent the collar and chain from digging into her. From the exhaustion and the pain, she fell asleep pretty fast, she could just hope, that she could bear whatever was going to happen tomorrow…

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shion-yu · 7 months

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Day 20 - Bullied (Alt 10)

It's Milo’s fault that his stomach hurt so much. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Cliff - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741453.cliff

TWs: Vomit, minor whump (Cliff is 13 here), homophobia/slurs

Why couldn’t he just turn his brain off? Cliff leant against the door of the stall, cold metal feeling good on his sweaty forehead but accentuating the acidic burn on his tongue. He was grateful nobody else was in the school bathroom. The smell of vomit lingered in the air, despite Cliff having flushed the toilet. He stumbled out of the stall and made his way unsteadily to the sink, leaning heavily on the white porcelain as he rinsed his mouth out. He’d always had a weak stomach, but this was ridiculous. What was eating away at him so much that he couldn’t even keep one meal down?

He knew it had to do with him. With Milo. Just the thought of his classmate’s name sent Cliff back to the stall where he gagged a few more times. Tears made his eyes itch and he wiped them away angrily.

Milo. Why did the other boy have to transfer here? And why did he have to be like that? It made Cliff feel so confused. What gave Milo the right to be so open about himself? It was as if he didn’t understand the consequences of having those things out in the open like everybody else seemed to. Why couldn’t he have just kept it to himself? Then everything would be the same. Milo would still draw on Cliff's palm under the desk during boring lessons and give him mischievous grins whenever he popped out of nowhere with the intent to surprise Cliff. Cliff could still pretend he didn’t know question six in math class so Milo could show him how to answer it. Cliff would still feel inexplicably light whenever Milo was around. It wouldn’t be this devastating heaviness he felt now.

It had been a week and Milo was still not back at school. He stopped coming the day after they’d been called to the middle school headmaster’s office. How could Milo have expected Cliff to say anything? He couldn’t speak against the very people his father had instructed him to keep the best relationships with. He hadn’t lied, Cliff told himself, when he’d said he hadn’t heard anything. He didn’t know exactly what they’d said to Milo - at least not all of it. And he hadn’t seen the moment happen - the day after that meeting, when Milo ran past him with tears streaming down his face and half of his face bright red from where he’d just been hit. Cliff truly didn’t remember what had happened after that. He’d walked in a daze, somehow feeling like it was his fault that this had happened. But it wasn’t his fault, Cliff told himself. He never said anything of those terrible things to Milo himself. Cliff never said anything at all...

"Creepy faggot. Weirdo. I'll kill you."

More vomiting. Cliff had to get a grip on himself, he told himself in his father's tone of voice. It was unbecoming of a man to feel so strongly about something that wasn’t even his business. Cliff stood shakily and went back to the sink, spitting again to try and remove the taste from his mouth. This was all Milo’s fault. Cliff decided then that he couldn’t think about it any longer. He couldn’t even look at Milo - that is, if Milo ever came back to school. Part of Cliff hoped he would and wanted to see the other boy smile and say he was okay just one more time - and a big part of Cliff hoped that he wouldn’t ever come back.

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