#electric collar

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 29: Bargaining

tw: master and servant, isolation, electric collar, controlling whumper, conditioned whumpee

"Sir, I hate it here."

"I don't see why. You have everything you need, and I don't have to punish you if you do well, which has been happening lately."

"I want to go outside, and connect with other people, and have a hobby, or something to pass the time. I've done so much for you that your demands no longer take up the whole day." Whumpee wanted much more than that, but they knew they couldn't have it all. So, they started small.

"Well, I don't see myself bringing in other servants - like you said, you're comfortably on top of the work pile. Going outside might be feasible, but it'd be hard to keep an eye on you. And as for a hobby, that would be fine as long as you would drop it as soon as I asked you to do something. What do you think?"

Whumpee's heart sank when they realized Whumper would continue to keep them isolated, but maybe they could work something out with the other two requests. "I could try to do yard work, and stay within the yard."

"Hmm, alright. Though I'd have to find a way to keep you on the property - how do you feel about an electric collar?"

"Ummm-"

"I say let's do it. That way we'll both be happy, right, Whumpee?"

"...Yes, sir."

"Good."

"About the hobby - may I take up painting? I used to do it all the time before...before I came here."

"I don't think so, that's a lot of materials I would have to get, and it would take up a lot of space. How about something else?"

"Reading? You have a large library, and I'm sure you're not reading all of those books all the time."

"Sure, but you'll have to get a book approved by me before you read it."

"Okay, sir."

"Is that good enough for you, Whumpee? I know you want to change things up, but you should be grateful for what you have already."

"I know, sir, and I am. Even without my requests, things are a lot better now than when I first came here."

"Good to hear. If you ever are ungrateful, Whumpee, I would hate to take away your privileges to teach you a lesson."

"Of course, sir. I promise I won't be ungrateful."

"What do you say for fulfilling your requests?"

"Thank you, sir, for letting me do the yard work and read."

"Do you really hate it here, Whumpee?"

"I...no. I don't, sir."

"Less hesitation next time, alright?"

"..."

"Whumpee?"

"Okay, sir."

"Good. After I buy and set up your collar, let's take a look at the yard."

#mine #ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #whump #bargaining #master and servant #isolation tw #electric collar #controlling whumper #conditioned whumpee

[sissycensorslut]

I annoyed mommy into getting me a shock collar the other day and yesterday it finally came

(this is it)

Once she got it out the box she told me it wasnt coming off except to charge(then she replaces it with a collar that's just tight enough to labour my breathing). Of course I was too happy to oblige that. When she locked the padlock I felt my little clit get hard but my mistress noticed this and gave me a little zap, I immediately begged her to give it to me on the highest setting. It was to good, it was really like she was training a dog that's been bad, she put on this mode were I had to walk on all fours and if I got up I'd get shocked it was so good, it makes me want to try those electro stimulation machines, have mommy put one on max for as long as I can handle

#cage slave #small dick humiliation #exposed and humiliated #humiliated sissy #chastity sissy #electric collar

[how-much-for-a-whump]

FEBUWHUMP day 21:

Prompt: "Shackled"

Like Dogs (2021)

@febuwhump

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #febuwhumpday21 #shackled #Like Dogs #whump #male whump #chained #electric collar #pain #electric shock #restrained #injection #Ignacyo Matynia

[imweepin]

what do you see?

s

#artist is #patipat asavasena #painting #electric collar #red paint #butterfly #illustration #idk she locked up #old anime #animecore #manga #anime girl

[ask-researcher-yuu]

He is holding a sword.

How did this get here?

It doesn’t matter. He’s training with someone with pointed ears and fangs.

“Now Silver, your stance is off.” The fae says. “Let’s try that again.”

“Yes, father.” He says. It feels so wrong, but right at the same time.

What even is this person’s name?

Something rang at the back of his mind, but before he could figure it out, he woke up.

~~~

Silver awoke with a jerk. Someone was prodding him.

For a wild moment, he thought it was the strange person from his dream. But it was just Yuu, as always.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” They said with an amused smile. “It’s time for a little test.”

Inwardly, Silver felt a sense of dread. These were never fun.

He stretched his limbs. He was wearing a very oversized white shirt and shorts. Several scars were visible where his long, breezy sleeves weren’t covering his arms.

“This time, I want you to try something on for me.” Yuu said as they brought him to the testing room. The place reeked of dried blood and other things Silver didn’t want to think about. An operating table was in the middle, with sturdy leather restraints that could hold almost anyone.

Smiling, Yuu pulled out an object from a nearby drawer. At first, he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Stay very still.” The prefect ordered. Silver obeyed instinctively. He’d discovered the hard way that defiance would lead to him getting severely hurt, or worse.

Something cold was strapped around his neck. He beat back the urge to flinch. Why was he getting collared like a dog? Did he do something wrong?

Yuu stood back. Without warning, they took out a small device and pressed a button.

Instantly, pain struck Silver like lightning. He let out a yell of shock and agony as his nerves felt as though they were on fire.

He clawed at the collar around his neck, screaming as the pain got more intense. What had he done to deserve this?

Then, just as quickly as it’d happened, it stopped. He collapsed to the floor, the remaining pain ebbing away. Yuu looked very pleased.

“The electric collar works just as intended.” They said with a satisfied nod. “I’ll have to thank Rook later.”

Breathing heavily, Silver didn’t move.

“That’s all I wanted. You’ll be keeping that collar until I know for sure I can trust you without it. So probably never.” Yuu added in a mutter, but he heard it. They walked away, leaving Silver lying on the floor.

Silver was still processing what had happened. Experiments were never pleasant, but that was pain beyond anything he’d imagined.

He put a shaking hand against his new electric collar, with only one thought on his mind, underneath the threads of betrayal he felt.

What’s going to happen to me now?

#sorry this was late! #twisted wonderland #twst silver #twst yuu #researcher!yuu #torture tw #electric collar #shock collar

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1325

Anon asked:

Electric shocks please. Especially if whumpee is wearing a shock collar they can’t take off.

I like it!

A first the whumpee claws at it, and tries to break it off. This results in bruises/scratches on their neck. Maybe they try and pull it over their head which harms their jaw/ears.

They once tried to steal the controller. Never again. The resulting scars will never fade.

Over time they get used to/learn to breathe through the shocks. The more they react, especially in front of company, the larger the punishment.

They develop twitches from the nerve damage.

The shocks are unpredictable - they could be in the middle of the night, or in the middle of a task. They're always exhausted and in fear of messing up. If they mess up a job when shocked, they're also punished.

#whump #writing #prompts #torture #captivity #electric shocks #shock collar #bruises

[ohbo-ohno]

https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/727752557385170944/picturing-ghost-and-soap-using-one-of-those?source=share

Reader losing count of those thirty lashes? She's still tingling from the electric collar, a little twitchy, and it makes Johnny hold her down harder because it's just too much- the collar, the lashes, the hopelessness she feels.

And she loses count more than once, which means she has to start over and get even more lashes.

She gets no pity from Simon, and Johnny only coos softly, saying if she didn't try and run, she could have still been enjoying her outside time.

She can barely get out what number lash she's on, her sobbing and blubbers almost annoying because they keep having to start over.

By the time her punishment is finished, she's taken near fiftyish lashes.

SHE COULD STILL BE ENJOYING OUTSIDE TIME

it would be fucking agonizing, and nearly impossible to keep track correctly. maybe sometimes simon and johnny forget that you're a regular person, that you haven't been taught to withstand extreme pain and keep your wits about you. doesn't occur to them until after that maybe they shouldn't have restarted every time you missed a number

it takes three tries to get past twenty. takes nearly double what she was supposed to by the time they finally get to thirty. and as strict as he is, maybe simon even ignored when you skipped twenty-seven on that last round. figured you couldn't remember what was happening anyway, and you might not stay conscious through another thirty lashes, the lesson still counted

johnny whispering to you everything you could be doing instead of taking your punishment. all you can feel is pain, everywhere, and all you can hear are sweet temptations from the man forcing you to take the pain. you feel like you might die and he tells you about how you could be laying in the grass and staring up at the clouds right now.

seventeen, you scream, and he tells you about how the trees drop endless leaves to make into big piles in the fall. one, you start again, and he whispers about running through the sprinklers and washing off muddy feet before getting to come back inside. twenty two, and you could sit on the porch at night to look at fireflies. twelve, think about how the grass felt beneath your feet. don't you want that again? you had that. you won't get it back for weeks

#asks and answers #dlmliyh #this electric collar thing. it does things to me #bo writes

[lamneus]

Lunnox the Lugia

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#lugia #electricity #pokemon #avian #reptile #bag #collar #storm #clouds #lightning #purple_eyes #3_toes #flying

[a-literal-toaster-wtf]

made this image last night becayse it exactly captures how i was feeling about them

#i’m so normal about them #(my electric lie detector collar shocks me so hard i burst into flames) #red dwarf #arnold rimmer #dave lister #rimster

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3353

“You always flinch when I activate my powers. I thought it was the same for everyone’s powers, but you don’t flinch at teleporting, or illusions, or plants, or fire. Just electricity. Just me.” The villain’s gaze darted away, dragged back. “Did I...do something? To you?”

“No, not you.” The hero’s smile was tight and uncomfortable. “Don’t you watch the news? Surely you remember what happened with the shock collar.”

#prompt #my prompt #heroes and villains #electricity #shock collar

[whump-queen]

✍️ like 3 months ago u said on discord "I did get an idea about a whumper setting a shock collar to detect whumpees heartrate and go off if it exceeded a certain level… eventually they’d have to force their body to ‘relax’ if they wanted the pain to stop" and i haven't stopped thinking about it since

omg I had completely forgot about this but look what I found sitting in my notes app—

Relax

“How many times do I have to say it, hm?”

content: shock collars, restraints, begging, cruel/sadistic whumper, set up to fail

✧ ─  ༻✦༺  ─ ✧

Whumpee seized as the collar went off again, every muscle in their body tensed and contorted with agony over and over. They didn’t know how many times it took, but at some point they collapsed, limp against the concrete when the current finally stopped.

“P-please—please make it stop.” They let out another choked sob, “I—I can’t do this anymore I—“

Another jolt of electricity sparked straight into their neck and another piercing scream rang out and echoed along the concrete walls.

Whumper only laughed, and when Whumpee looked up at them with those desperate, pleading eyes, Whumper’s lips pursed together and their eyes narrowed. Whumpee knew that look—a mocking gesture of sympathy.

“Awe pet, surely you dont think begging me will do anything, do you?

“I mean,” Whumper lifted their hands up in a universal gesture of innocence, “I’m not even holding a remote right now, am I?”

Whumpee’s eyes widened, “Then how—how are you—“

“I dont control this right now, you do. And if you want it to stop, you’ll need to learn to fucking control yourself.”

It was no use. Their voice kept cracking between words. Whumpee could only let out a pathetic whimper as they sunk limply back into the floor.

Whumper smiled and turned on their heel, snickering when they heard yet another snap of electricity and another desperate shriek of pain.

They reached for the door handle, but a sharp shout from their captive on the floor made their fingers pause.

“Wait! W-wait I— I’ll do anything, I— Please— Please just— just make it st—aaAAGHH—“

Whumper turned to look at the bound shaking figure, twitching with the voltage that never seemed to leave their system for too long.

A condescending smirk slid across their face.

“I’ve already told you. If you want the pain to stop, you’re going to have to relax.”

Whumpee felt fresh, hot tears stream down their face as they watched Whumper disappear through the doorway, locking the door behind them.

✧ ─  ༻✦༺  ─ ✧

there are a lot of scenarios you could do with a premise like this, this was just drabble wip I had in my notes so! may write more of this idea and I invite anyone else to use this idea if you want (if you do, tag me cuz I wanna read it!)

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#look it’s not my best work but it’s better than nothing *throws this post at you* #whump writing #whump #captivity whump #shock collar #electricity whump #electroshock #electro torture #shock collars #cruel whumper #begging #impossible tasks #set up to fail #ok i’m done eee #it ain’t much but it’s honest work #i actually wrote this for an ask prompt like months ago so I guess I can finally post that now 0.0 #lmk if you find any typos mmkay thank uhuuuuu #my writing #my post #answered asks #akias asks

[skibasyndrome]

I have the willpower of a TODDLER

#no offense to toddlers but uh....... the amount of times I grab my phone to check tumblr or ao3 when I should really actually be working.... #clown behavior on my part #if you happen to see me on here in the next few hours pls yell at me #the worst part is I need my laptop to work so even if I put my phone on lockdown somewhere else I still have The Internet (TM) #blocking sites only works until I can sidestep that with a few clicks because I am IMPOSSIBLE #I'm only half joking when I say I need like an electric shock collar that keeps me from seeking my serotonin websites #anyways this is mostly for me to take accountability and shame myself a little in hopes of it working out for me lol #simon.out. #I really need to uh..... get this checked out some day #“this” being my brain or me or whatever

[mumpsetc]

These Cats MAD Fucked Up Man 💿⛔️

#Electric Remains #Dreamy Art #Daisy is a Persian With Every Disease Imaginable Who Still Wears Her Collar and Dne is Big. Not as Big as I Drew Him But Huge #Ive Been Trying to Push My Shape Language in How I Draw Humans and Animals So We Get OC Cats

[leverage-ot3]

WAIT LEVERAGE WHITE COLLAR AU BUT ITS NATE AND SOPHIE MESSING WITH (flirting with) STERLING AS HE TRIES TO HUNT THEM DOWN

(this was inspired by my other leverage white collar au post)

#the eroticism of playing cat and mouse. oh to be on opposite sides of the law taunting each other #leverage #nate ford #sophie devereaux #jim sterling #nate x sophie x sterling #nate x sophie #nate x sterling #sophie x sterling #oh look another leverage ot3 #part two: electric boogaloo #no one wanted the first post so they probably won’t want this one either but it makes me laugh #scheduling this one for tomorrow so at least some people see it #white collar #leverage x white collar #leverage aus #aus #fic ideas #fics i will never write #mine

[whumblr]

For birds

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1. Continuation from the Sleeping beauty drabble. (or the -stuff his mouth with a sock- drabble)

-

“Right!” Jay slammed the front door shut and before Zayne could even look up and croon a ‘welcome home’, immediately started ranting. “What happened last night was totally unfair!”

“You think?” Zayne just said. He lay splayed out on the couch, socked ankles crossed on the coffee table, staring ahead and swirling a cup of coffee. He didn’t seem to be in a ‘welcome home’ mood – didn’t even glance up – but also didn’t look like he’d only just woken up, so Jay gave himself the all-clear to list off what he’d been steaming about all day.

“You can’t just expect me to know when you are going to drop by unannounced in the middle of the night, pick up on your foul exhausted mood, and control any snoring or sounds while I’m unconscious,” Jay raged as he took his jacket off, maintaining a safe distance.

“Right…”

“Also, that was wayyy out of line. You could have just nudged me or something, or woken me up like you usually do.”

“I guess.”

“And— Are you listening?”

With an exaggerated wince, Zayne looked up and pretended to only just notice Jay. He flashed a fake warm smile. “I was imagining you in total silence and it was a good look.”

“You can’t keep me quiet with socks and duct tape alone.”

Zayne gulped down his coffee. “And that’s the problem. And here…” he hooked his fingers around something and lifted it up for Jay to see, “is the solution.”

Jay blanched as he saw what dangled from his fingers. It looked like a leather collar with a little plastic device on it. Something flashed in the back of his mind in recognition, but he desperately pushed the thoughts away.

“Is… is that for dogs?”

“No, this one is for birds. Specifically for loud mouth birds who have trouble shutting up.”

“Cutting off my air will do more than shut me up.”

Zayne rose and Jay instantly fell back a few steps. “This isn’t about cutting off your air, it’s about cutting off your voice,” Zayne said, slowly advancing and he tapped the little plastic box on the collar. “It’s a shock collar.”

“Where do you keep getting this shit?!” Jay wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to know or if he was just attempting to stall.

“Next time you’re doing an interview with Emery, you should ask him.”

Okay, so he really hadn’t want to know. And stalling was no longer an option.

“Let’s try it out.” Zayne lunged forward and grabbed him by the arm.

“No, no, no! No, wait, wait!” Jay dug his heels in and resisted Zayne pulling him towards the bedroom with all his might. “What is your plan with this? Is this just because I kept you awake?! It’s not like you’ll be able to sleep with me writhing next to you!”

“I’m not sleeping over tonight,” Zayne just said.

Jay gaped at him. “Then why on earth—”

But Zayne’s sly grin widened and his eyes sparkled with a malice that told Jay all he needed to know: it was just because. Because he could. And probably with a hint of revenge.

He yelped, Zayne taking advantage of his lowered guard, and stumbled over the doorstep. Zayne only had to lightly push him to get him off balance and he landed face down on his bed. He snapped back up but a hand pushed his head down into his pillow and a knee pressed into the small of his back.

“No!” He trashed. “No, you are not getting that thing ar—” he choked on the words as Zayne slipped it under his neck and pulled hard at the ends with one hand. Jay flew up as it cut off his air, arching his back and clawing at the leather on his throat. When Zayne didn’t let up, he had to acknowledge defeat, hitting the mattress and at Zayne’s leg with his open palm in surrender.

Zayne calmly spoke over his heaving gasps as he fiddled with the clasp of the collar. “Always making things so hard on yourself,” he almost tutted.

Jay practically flinched when he heard the little click of the lock sliding home and Zayne pulled it tighter. As soon as he felt Zayne get off him, he snapped up and desperately reached towards the back of his neck, fingers searching for the clasp. But at the same time he heard Zayne’s voice, “Don’t bother”, his fingers touched over something cold dangling at the clasp.

“A tiny padlock.” Zayne smirked, and he held up the equally tiny key. “Don’t trust you when I’m not here.”

Jay reared up to yell at him, but the sudden realisation made him choke. He went very still, fingers sliding over the collar to the little box pressed snug against his throat just under his Adam’s apple. It wasn’t tight enough to make breathing difficult, but two cold metal points, the prongs, pressed uncomfortably into his throat. His eyes, desperate and filled with a sudden fear, snapped up to Zayne’s.

“See, you’re a smart pup—er, bird. Yes, that little box responds to sound waves. Speak and it will pick up on the vibrations, giving you a little shock to encourage silence. Snore and, well, same thing really,” he added with a smile.

Jay opened his mouth, wanting to know how ‘little’ that ‘little shock’ would be, but quickly closed it again not that keen on finding out immediately.

Zayne grinned, apparently pleased his plan was working already. “It’s not on. Yet.” He pulled a little remote control from his pocket. “Go on, speak.”

Sliding off the bed, Jay let out a small whimper, testing the thing out before he spoke. “I have work tomorrow,” he said in the smallest voice. He felt like crying, tears burning behind his eyes. But complaining about how unfair it all was never got him anywhere. “I can’t go with… with this around my neck.” Pain was something to expect with Zayne, but public humiliation a whole other avenue.

“Relax. I’m not sleeping over but I’ll be here tomorrow morning to unlock it.”

But that required a certain amount of trust… “Please…” he tried again. He’d rather Zayne just poked him with that fucking cattle prod whenever he started snoring at night. Anything but this. “Please, take it off. I’m sorry, sorry about tonight,” he stammered, feeling stupid for apologizing for something out of his control, “just ple—” he abruptly cut off as Zayne raised the remote in warning and pressed a button.

A little red light burned on his throat and Jay froze, swallowing his words as the device beeped.

“Go on,” Zayne stepped right in front of him, cold eyes looking down on him, voice low and sharp as a razor. “Beg.”

Jay frantically shook his head, trying to contain any whimpers. He knew Zayne just wanted to see him in pain before he left for the night.

Zayne raised a fist. “Beg or I’ll make you scream.”

His lips trembled and his eyes closed in resignation. He took a deep breath, braced himself for the pain to come. “Plea—”

He seized, body tensing up, the muscles in his neck straining against the collar, eyes widening. The shock stole his voice – luckily really – so the pain searing through him had no outlet. Heat burned at his throat, centred at the prongs, but the shock vibrated through his entire body and he was sure he felt it in his bones.

It only lasted a few seconds before it abruptly released him.

He fell to his knees and gasped hard for air.

Too hard.

“You’d better be careful,” the casual voice sounded above him as he went rigid again.

A hand shot up to clutch at his throat – as if he could tear it off – before it froze in shock half way up. The heat at his throat was so intense he was sure it would leave a mark. It shot like lightning through his veins, reaching the tips of his fingers in no time, but the tingly feeling remained even after the shock stopped again.

“I’d say that doesn’t need any adjusting,” Zayne said, a pleased grin on his face as he watched the man at his feet struggle to silently get his breath back. He crouched down, reaching out. In his haste to get away and fear that any vibration might trigger the collar, Jay shot away and fell back against the bed. Zayne gripped his chin tight and tilted it up.

Jay held his breath as his fingers slid along the plastic box, but nothing happened when Zayne checked how tight it was around his neck and if he could get a finger behind it.

“Alright then,” he said, seemingly satisfied and got to his feet, giving a small mock salute. “Have a good night.”

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Continued here

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[aprocessionofthoughts]

Consequences

whumptober2023 day 17-collar fandom- Danny phantom TW- electric shock summary- Danny tries to get the collar off

ao3 whumptober23 masterlist part 4 of SIANT

Danny poked around the edges of the collar. There had to be a way to take if off, but he couldn;t feel any obvious latches. It must lock or unlock with a remote. 

But he didn’t have the remote! He needed to get it off. He needed to escape. 

His fingers traced the collar again. There was a thin seam near the back that he could just barely get his fingernail in. 

He tried pulling the two ends apart, but he couldn’t wrap his fingers around the collar since it sat so tightly against his throat. 

He took a deep breath, placing his fingers near the seam. Then he concentrated on the cold of his core. It was hare. The collar made it difficult to access his core, but if he could get just enough…

He felt frost spread from his fingers. He pressed them tighter against the seal, willing the frost to spread into the device.

He was panting, brow furrowed in concentration. The frost was seeping into the device. Just a little more. Come on. He could do it. He just needed to focus. Just a little more.

Then the lights turned on, and Danny’s eyes flew open as he dropped his hands, willing the frost to melt.

They stopped in front of his cage.

“It feels a little colder in here.” The agent stared at the collar around his neck. “That definitely looks like frost. What do you think?”

He crouched down in front of the cage and Danny scooted  as far back as he could. 

The cage opened and Danny’s breathing picked up.

Danny pressed himself against the back, but Agent E just reached in and yanked him forward by his hair, pressing his face against the side of the cage. Danny trembled as the man felt around his collar.

“We’d heard rumors about Phantom having power over ice. This just confirms it. But, Phantom,” He sighed. “You really shouldn’t have done that.”

The agent shoved him back and Danny hit his head against the cold concrete floor.

Danny opens his eyes and sees the man take out the remote.

No! No! Please, I'm sorry, I won’t do it again! Danny begs silently trying to convey his meaning with his eyes and gestures, his words trapped behind the muzzle.

The agent looks at him almost sadly, “You need to learn that actions have consequences, Phantom.”

He presses the button, and Danny’s screams are trapped behind his teeth

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When Danny returns to the land of the conscious everything hurts. The collar buzzes again and another flare of pain shoots through him. Breathing’s difficult through his partially clogged nose. He must have it when he was thrashing earlier for it to have bled.

The collor is still giving off a low level buzz of electricity, not necessarily enough to hurt, but enough for his body to keep trembling and seizing from the shocks. Every now and then, it gives a bigger shock.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts before he hears people enter the room.

He can hear voices, though they're muffled by the ringing in his ears.

Then one person leaves and the other approaches the cage.

He hears a click, and then the collar blessedly shuts off. Danny slumps, whimpering quietly.

“You brought this on yourself, Phantom. I thought you’d already learned your lesson, but I guess I was wrong.”

Danny tries to open his eyes, but they only open a tiny bit.

“And while the shock was an immediate consequence, there are also some long term consequences that we are going to have to apply.”

Danny sees the agent take something small and metallic out, but he can’t tell what it is through his blurry vision.

“The collar isn’t as powerful as we thought, that’s our fault. But don’t worry, we’ve found a solution that will keep you from giving in to the temptation to try to escape. Give me your wrists.”

Danny didn’t move. His whole body was trembling, and he didn’t think he’d be able to extend his wrist even if he tried.

“Don’t make me hurt you even more, Phantom.”

Danny shakily slid one of his wrists across the cage.

“There we go, good job.”

Danny trembled, but the agent just picked his wrist up gently and attached what Danny now knew was a cuff.

He groaned as it activated, feeling more of his core get locked away.

“Shsss. It’s going to be alright. Now, your other wrist.”

He felt dizzy.

“Phantom.”

Danny managed to slide his other wrist an inch forward.

The agent sighed, but reached in to grab his other wrist. “I understand you’re not feeling well, but you still need to try and obey.” 

The other cuff clicked into place.

He breathed in sharply through his nose, keening.

Everything was wrong. He felt disconnected from his own ectoplasm, from his body. He couldn’t even feel his other half hidden away.

And he was so cold, and not in the way he was used to. This felt like that time when he was five years old and his parents had dropped him and Jazz off to play in the park while they worked even though it was freezing. He’d walked out onto the frozen lake, marveling at being able to stand on water before the ice had cracked and he’d fallen in. He wasn’t sure what had happened after that. One moment he’d been drowning, the next he was shivering in Jazz’s arms as she cried while carrying him home.

He doesn’t know how he can function like this. How long will he last, disconnected from his core except for the few times they allow it for their own experiments?

Everything aches and Danny barely registers Agent E running his fingers through his hair as he cries.

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