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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Going Once, Going Twice...

New OC’s inc. I regret nothing

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CW: Whump, Pet Whump, Manhandling, Auction Whump, Some Dehumanization, Restraints, Trafficking, pretty creepy whumper/caretaker mix (but a legit caretaker is coming, don’t worry.)

The van hit a bump and jostled the passengers in the back. Some whimpered, and some tried to hold onto those next to them. They were all sitting in two rows, facing each other. There were no windows, only a tiny orange light in the center of the ceiling.

You were either fresh off the street, or being sent to the block to be rehomed if you were no longer wanted by your last owner. Regardless, this was not a place anyone wanted to be in. It was used as threats to scare misbehaving Pets into obedience.

Peter stared at his shackled wrists sitting in his lap. He was used to captivity by this point, but it didn’t change the fact it was still terrifying. He had never been sent to the block before, he always did his best to behave, but sometimes fear got the better of him.

Fear did this to him.

This was fears fault.

He was miserable with his old master, but right now, he missed him so much. Every day was the same, predictable. Look pretty, do your chores, mess up, get punished, repeat. It was better than this, crammed in the back of a van with other Pets, with no way of predicting the fate that will befall them by the end of the night.

The van screeched to a halt, the two doors flung open, and a blast of frozen air invaded the van. One by one, they were all yanked out and drug off inside a door into a towering building. It was dark, the sun had just set.

And the stage was about to be.

They were led to a room, the lights blared on with a hum. They were all perfectly lined up against the wall, too scared to even try anything.

A door opened as a woman waltzed in. She was old, with long wavy white hair. It was wispy, and fluttered behind her when she walked. She wore a long dark dress that looked ancient. She had small pearls around her neck, and many diamond rings on her fingers. She held a clipboard, and didn’t bother looking up from it when she entered. She stood at the center, facing the Pets, prolonging the agonizing moment.

She finally shot a glance up at the cowering Pets lined up for her. She locked eyes with each one of them down the line. Peter felt a chill spiked in his shoulders when she met his.

“Well!” She finally announced. “What a batch tonight! Aww, look at you all, so perfect!” She smiled. “Hello my pretties! If you are given permission to speak, you may call me Miss Winola. It is my job to make you all groomed up and pretty tonight for the auction.” She gave a smile, one of her teeth was golden, not surprising.

“Don’t. Disappoint.” She hissed, with a wide stare, before returning to her pleasant expression. She was truly a terrifying being. “Boys!” She called over to the guards. “You know what to do.” She smiled, before walking down the line starting at the end. “Left, right, right, left, right.” She muttered, pointing a pen at each one. As soon as she called one, the guards grabbed them, and pulled them into a door on each side of the room, depending on what she called. It all happened so quickly, within seconds the room was already halfway cleared. She reached Peter, but suddenly stopped as the room fell silent. She turned to face him, and forcibly tilted his chin up with her sharp nails. “Interesting...” She muttered, glancing down at her clipboard, then back at his face a couple of times. Peter shivered in her grasp.

Please... I just want to go home. Give me another chance. I’m sorry... Please.

“Now who would throw such a pretty face away...” She muttered. It was almost like she could read his whole story just by staring into his eyes. It could also be the clipboard, who knows.

“....Riiighhtt.” She hesitated. Within seconds, a man yanked his arm. He yelped and collapsed onto his knees, only to be instantly ripped back on to his feet, and drug out the door.

“Now that one will be curious.” She giggled, as she continued down the line.

“Please! Please wait!” Peter cried out to the guard, who only continued to half drag him across the floor. He couldn’t get his feet under him, before he was unceremoniously dropped against the wall. His shackled wrists were wrenched above his head and hooked into the wall. The room was dark, but he could still see silhouettes of the other Pets, crying, begging, hysterical. He leaned against the wall, feeling like he finally reached his breaking point as tears began to stream down his face.

All he did was break a cup at the wrong time when Master was in a bad mood. It wasn’t worth it... It was an accident... Please... Not this. Anything but this.

Winola came in after some time, and flicked the light on. All the Pets quieted down and squinted up at her in silence, as she looked at each one with a smile. She glanced over at Peter, and crouched down in front of him. “Why don't we start with you.” She smiled, unhooking him from the wall, and pulling him to his feet. Despite being an old lady, she was quite strong, as she led him into a back room. There was a chair in the center, with straps and restraints hanging off it at every angle. Panic set in, as he instinctively began to tug away.

“Wait! Hold on! I really really don’t want to do this!” He cried, trying to squirm out of her grasp. She shot back and grabbed both his wrists and drug him over to the chair. “You know, I really hope you don’t act like this during the auction. Quiet now, and behave this instant!” She commanded. She grabbed his hair and forced him onto the seat, using one hand to shackle a wrist down. “Honestly sweetheart, after being thrown out, I think you would want to try harder then that.” She sighed, only letting go of the rough grasp in his hair once he was secured.

He broke. All his emotions flooded out against his will in an instant.

“I-I-It’s-s not fair!” He cried. He collapsed his weight against the chair and sobbed. “It’s n-not f-fair!” He screamed. Winola sighed, and walked off from his vision. He only cried harder when he heard an unknown rattling noise from behind him. He felt a hand on the side of his head, as he waited for the pain for his outburst, he deserved it at this point. He felt something being pressed into his hair, it was.... A hair brush?

“Sshhh....” She soothed, gently gliding the brush through his messy hair. “You’re right. It’s not fair.” She whispered, continuing the soothing strokes. He gasped, but quieted down to soft whimpers, whispering under his breath, repeating “It’s not fair... It’s not f-f-fair...”

“You needed someone patient... But you didn’t get that, did you?” She asked.

He couldn’t speak anymore, fresh tears started to form in his eyes once again, as he could only shake his head to answer.

“Well then, lets hope you get that tonight.”

#Whump #Pet whump #auction whump #whumpee #creepycaretaker #intimate whumper #whump writing #fun fact! Michael was supposed to be named Peter #But I changed it because Peter seemed like a common name #So I'm using it now c:#creepy caretaker

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Whumper slammed open the door to the cellar. His head hurt from a hangover, and they don’t really remember anything that happened the night before. He probably forgot to feed his prisoner again. Oh well, it was just one night.

They shuffle down the stairs with a water bottle and cereal bowl in hand, they struggle to get the light flicked on with their hands full. The light flashed in an instant lighting up a truly gruesome scene. Whumpee was strung up by their wrists just hanging from the center of the room. They were barely recognizable, dripping with blood, and covered with bruises.

‘’Oh no...” Whumper muttered to themselves. What did they do last night?

They cautiously approached whumpee, who had their head down, hair dripping with blood, pool at their feet. Whumper was holding their breath, as they shakily checked full a pulse.

Oh thank goodness..

There was a very weak pulse barely keeping up. Whumper was instantly filled with relief. For some reason, there was a surge of protectiveness what pulsed through their gut. They quickly unshackled Whumpee, and caught them before their knees hit the ground.

“It’s alright... I got you.” Whumper muttered, more to themselves. They took the Whumpee’s arm and leg, and pulled them over their shoulder military style, and carried them out of the cellar.

Whumpee groggily awoke. Their vision was blurry, and their body felt numb. They felt so heavy, yet so light at the same time. They felt like their body was on fire, burning with heat. They blinked their eyes open, and could see a figure standing over them. They felt a hand on their forehead, but they were too exhausted to try and squirm out of their grasp. They gasped when they felt a cool burst of ice on their forehead. Something soft and cold was being dabbed onto their head. They took a shaky deep breath in response.

Whumper sighed as they dabbed the sweat off Whumpee’s forehead. What were they doing? This was their toy to break and torment for fun, but after seeing them almost dead, it scared them. They were busy having too much fun torturing them, that they hadn’t thought how they actually would have felt if they lost them.

“I’m sorry.” They said, not sure if their pleads could be heard.

“I’m going to fix this...” They muttered, leaving Whumpee to rest on the couch while they returned to the kitchen to finish up that soup for them.

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