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another-whump-sideblog · 3 months

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Jane's Pets Part 89: Powerless

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At first, Charlie suspected that the woman was orchestrating all of this somehow. It was hard to believe that a child would do all this without being manipulated, and the woman Jane calls 'Puppy' is the only adult they know of who interacts with Jane consistently besides them.

But… they've seen how Jane treats her. The more she hurts her, the harder it becomes to believe that the woman has any part in Jane… being Jane.

They still hate her, hate the way she does whatever Jane says, hate how broken she is, but they don't think she's the one making Jane torture people anymore. They don't think anyone's making Jane do this at all. She just… wants to. Like she keeps saying.

Charlie groans. Everything hurts, this is fucking unbearable, they can't take any more of this. And the woman is not helping.

"Stop, stop! Couldn't you at least warn me when something is going to hurt??"

The woman looks at them blankly, but does stop cleaning their wounds when asked.

"I know you don't talk, fucking- bootlicker, obeying her like that- but can't you… I don't know, signal in some way? Fucking- I don't know-"

She taps their arm twice and looks at Charlie expectantly.

"...yeah, that'll work."

She taps their arm twice again, then goes back to cleaning the wound.

"...thank you."

She hums in acknowledgement. She's… so calm. She's always so calm, through Jane's threats and Charlie calling her a 'fucking bootlicker.' That makes Charlie angry too. She's just… accepted this. That this is her life. Why would being threatened or insulted upset her, when this is just how things are? It drives Charlie crazy. How can she just give up like that? How can she accept this??

The woman taps their arm twice before starting stitches. They don't know how to do stitches. Did she know before this, or did she learn out of necessity? They watch carefully, as nauseating as watching is. They know they'll need to be able to do this someday.

…in case they need to be able to this someday. It's not inevitable. They haven't given up, they're not like her.

The woman starts getting them bandaged. She's always so gentle with them, no matter how they treat her. Even when Jane orders her to torture them, she's gentle, using the least painful methods she can while still following Jane's orders.

She is completely and utterly powerless. She's given up control over her voice, she's given up control over when she eats and sleeps, and she never disobeys. She's given up her name. And still, she is gentle. She's accepted that this is how things are always going to be, and she's still gentle. She listens when Charlie asks her to stop, and she thought up a warning signal when asked.

She accepts the status quo without complaint, and then tries to soften the status quo as much as she can. But she doesn't fight. She's happy with warning them when pain will come and never actually doing anything to fight the system that put them in pain in the first place. She's powerless because she chooses to be.

Charlie never, ever wants to be anything like her.

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Puppy gently brushes the fur of all her stuffed animals. She feeds them and soothes them and wipes their fur gently with a damp washcloth to keep them clean. She sets them on a windowsill so that they get plenty of sunlight.

Master never hurts her stuffed animals. She hid them that one time, sure, but they came out of that just fine, if a little shaken. Master (rightfully) assumes she'd be more upset by real people getting hurt, but it does provide a small comfort. Puppy can't protect her friends, but she can protect her pets. It would be horrible if she couldn't even have that, if she couldn't protect anything at all. But she can keep that secret from Master. Master can assume that her stuffed animals are just comfort objects instead of pillars holding up what little sense of self she has left, and Puppy won't correct her.

Kitty and Bunny are out tending to Bunny's garden. Puppy would love to join, but there are a lot of bees, and the last time she got stung Master poisoned everyone because she needed to rest after the epipen instead of making dinner, so… she's staying inside. She's glad they have each other.

"You're so cute, playing with your toys."

Puppy's gotten fairly used to Master appearing out of nowhere. She barely even flinches.

"My cute little Puppy. You've been so good lately. I can tell you really want to make up for speaking without permission." Master starts to undo the straps of her muzzle. She only put it back on yesterday, after their movie night. Puppy is surprised to have it off again so soon, at least for something besides eating. At least, it doesn't look like Master is taking it off for her to eat…

"You deserve a reward, I think."

Puppy's eyes narrow. Is this some sort of trick? Or is Master just using a reward to make punishments worse by comparison, and to make being good more appealing?

Master laughs. "Do you not believe me? Have I ever lied about a reward before?"

Puppy nods immediately. Yes, she has. Many times.

Master laughs again. "Oh, I have, haven't I? Well, I guess you'll just have to decide if it's worse to get caught off guard because you were expecting a reward, or worse to not fully enjoy your reward because you were too busy anticipating a trap. Anyway. Your reward is getting to speak today."

That's even more suspicious. She got to speak a couple days ago, even if it was just to interrogate Jared. Why would Master give her another treat like that so soon afterwards?

"Don't look at me like that-"

Puppy's face immediately drops into a neutral expression. Master laughs.

"See, you're such a good girl. You should have something nice. Your last reward must feel so long ago for you, since you're mortal. I lost track." Master takes out the remote that controls Puppy's shock collar. She flinches, but when Master presses a button, nothing happens.

"There. You can talk for the rest of the day. How does that sound?"

Puppy hums softly to test that the collar is really off. No shock. There's not really a reason to do that, the shock will hurt just as badly whether it's triggered with soft humming or words. She just… it would feel worse to have the shock interrupt her talking than her humming. "That sounds wonderful, Master."

She's still suspicious. But… it has been a while since her last reward. And even if it is a trick, she might as well enjoy the ability to speak while it lasts.

She also thinks… she used to be allowed to talk a lot more. But since Master started muzzling her, she stopped giving Puppy permission to speak for when she just wants to hear Puppy's opinions. She doesn't give Puppy permission to speak for a couple of sentences anymore, and she doesn't give Puppy permission to speak just on a whim anymore. It has to be something big, like a game or an interrogation.

Maybe it's part of her punishment for speaking without permission (which must have been months ago). Maybe having the extra steps of taking off the muzzle and turning off the collar, and then putting the muzzle back on and turning the collar back on afterwards, makes letting her speak just for a few sentences not worth the effort. Whatever it is… Puppy thinks that maybe, Master misses Puppy talking to her, even though Master is the one who prevented it in the first place.

Or maybe she's just projecting how much she misses those small moments, now that they're gone. It doesn't matter. She should focus on enjoying it while it lasts

"Thank you, Master."

She wants to go talk to Kitty and Bunny, but she waits for Master to leave or dismiss her. Just to be safe. Master pets Puppy's hair.

"Bunny doesn't really know anything about you, huh? I think you should tell him things. He was so vulnerable with you, telling you about his dad." Of course she was watching. Of course. "You should tell him something equally vulnerable." Master smiles cruelly. "You should tell him about how your so unlovable even your parents couldn't love you."

And then Master's gone. Watching from her void, Puppy's sure. The barb doesn't sting as badly as its probably meant to- she knows Master thinks Puppy's parents were the problem, not her.

"You were a child." She said. "You should've- they should've- and they think they're in the right!" (and then she broke another one of Puppy's fingers but that's not the important part of that memory-)

Master doesn't like 'evil people who think they're good,' as she put it. Being evil is fine, being evil and pretending to be good is fine, but truly believing you're in the right while doing evil things is unacceptable to her. Her emotions don't tend to be very intense, so it's more of a philosophical belief than any sort of disgust or anger towards 'evil.' It's… an interesting perspective. If Puppy's parents had been cruel on purpose, if they were cruel because they wanted to hurt her, Master probably would've just laughed about it. It's the way that they insist they did everything right that makes Master roll her eyes when they're brought up, at least usually. Master trying to hurt Puppy by saying 'your parents didn't love you' is honestly kind of funny to Puppy.

Really, that whole thing is just filling Puppy with a sense of relief. That's the catch, that's the trick- forcing her to share her story (and it is forcing, Puppy knows she'll be punished if she doesn't) on Master's terms instead of her own. It sucks, but she would've told Bunny eventually anyway. They're very close, and it probably would've already come up if she could talk to him as often as she wishes she could. There are much, much worse things Master could force her to say, anyway. Master's just bored and wants to see how Bunny will react. There might be another trick, but at least this one won't hurt.

She leaves her room and heads to the back door. The others seem surprised to see her unmuzzled, and even more surprised when she cracks the door open and asks "can you come inside, please?"

The two of them come in quickly, and follow her to the couch. Whe she sits down, they follow suit.

"Master's given me permission to speak all day today. She also said she wanted me to tell you about my childhood. Kitty already knows. I was allowed to speak a lot more when it was just us, because she'd rather let me speak than have to deal with comforting either of us herself, which she would've had to do in order to prevent us shutting down if she didn't let me speak. Now that you're here… I've been allowed to speak a lot less." She's rambling. When's the last time she was allowed to ramble? "That's not really important. Just… I'm going to tell you about my childhood, and then we can talk. About anything. For the rest of the day."

Bunny nods. "That sounds nice. I promise I won't… um, make you telling me a big deal. Unless you want me to."

She shakes her head. Wait, she can talk! "I don't. Thank you."

Kitty is staring at Puppy intently. Trying to focus, she guesses. This… this is better than them being tortured. She rather this than hearing them scream and cry in the basement.

"I… um, I don't know how to start. I guess just… being born? My parents strongly believed- believe? I don't know, I don't know if they still believe that, or if they're even still alive… I'll use past tense, cause it's in the past. My parents believed that if you conceive a child, it's your responsibility- your duty- to raise that child to adulthood. They were, y'know, very anti-abortion, and said putting up a kid for adoption was the coward's way out… Um…" This is awkward. Politically charged topics tend not to come up, seeing as their main concerns don't really involve things that are influenced by politics. She guesses the way that Jane picks pets who have no one who'd notice they're gone, and how that tends to be marginalized people, is related to politics… but it's not like she would stop taking pets in a society where everyone had what they needed… Oh, and she guesses respecting Kitty's gender identity at all would be considered political, at least by some people…

She can share these thoughts. She's allowed. "It feels awkward to talk about something… so… separate from us. We're never going to be involved with society on that level every again." Bunny winces, but Puppy doesn't correct herself. It's true. "And I'm scared, I think, that you'll agree with my parents. Because this topic has never come up. I mean, I know Kitty didn't agree with them, but I don't know…"

"Don't worry. I mean, it's not something I've ever really had to think a bunch about, I wasn't very politically active, I uh… hope you don't hate me for that-"

"I could never hate you." She really couldn't. She can't even hate Jane half the time. But even if she could hate people the way Kitty can, she wouldn't hate Bunny.

"Thanks." He seems genuinely relieved. Puppy would very much like to delve into why he would think she would… and she can! After she does what Master ordered, though. "Anyway, yeah, I don't agree with your parents. People should choose what happens to their bodies, and if another body is completely dependant on theirs… that sucks, but doesn't take away that right. That's… I probably didn't need to go into exactly why- I just want you to feel comfortable sharing with me- sorry. I'll shut up now."

"No need to be sorry. I guess I didn't really need to go into that at all. What's important is: my parents didn't want me, and they were against abortion, and they thought putting me up for adoption risked me having a bad childhood when if they kept me they could guarantee I had a good childhood. In their minds, at least. So they raised me. And… they told me about how they made that sacrifice, all the time. I don't even remember the first time, it feels like I've always known…

"Besides that, they were good though. Good parents. I never was afraid of them, and I had everything I needed. Even birthday parties and things I didn't need. I knew they didn't want me, but I thought…" she takes a few deep breaths to compose herself. She can't afford to cry, she doesn't know when she'll next get water. "I felt loved. So my childhood was good. And then, the second I turned 18, they kicked me out. I wasn't even done with highschool yet." She stops. "Sorry. I shouldn't complain, I know you were kicked out and didn't have anywhere else to go-"

"You can complain. That's fucked up."

Kitty nods. "I don't think you even realize how fucked up it was." They've said similar things before when the topic came up.

"I know it was fucked up! I just… if I'd been left homeless it would be even more fucked up. That's all."

Kitty opens their mouth to retort, but ends up not saying anything. They go back to their intense staring, doing their best to listen.

"That's really it. One of my friend's parents had already offered to let me stay with them if things got bad with my parents. I was really lucky. They helped me finish highschool, and then I became a flight attendant and freelance writer, and then I got abducted by Master. I, um… I felt unlovable for a long time, but I made good friends who showed me otherwise. Um, before Master abducted me, I mean, but you guys are good at making me feel loved too." She laughs. "Believe it or not, I was pretty well adjusted before all this."

Bunny squeezes her hand.

"That's all. We can talk about something else now."

She's worried Master won't be entertained enough by that conversation, but there's not really anything more she can do to spice it up besides lying, and Master mentioned wanting vulnerability.

It doesn't matter. She has no control over how entertained Master is right now. There's nothing more she can do. She's powerless.

She lets that be a comfort. She's powerless, so she doesn't have any responsibility right now. Other than following her rules of course, eating or drinking or sleeping without permission will still get them hurt, but besides that she has no control. She can just enjoy her reward.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list!

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ratking-roleplays · 1 year

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"I can't do this-" Whumpee's voice breaks as they sob, clutching their own battered form. "Please- please, I can't-" Their entire body aches, all the broken fingers and bruised ribs blending together. There is blood on the ground, but they're not sure where it's from.

"Oh, honey..." Whumper smiled with mock sympathy, leaning the bloodied crowbar against the wall. "You can. And you will. You make such a pretty pet dear, and you're so resilient." They praised, kneeling on the concrete beside their beloved Whumpee. "You've done it before, and you can do it again, sweetheart." They cupped Whumpee's tear-soaked cheek and rubbed their thumb against the bruised skin, not mistaking how much their captive leaned into the soft touch.

"It hurts..." Whumpee whispered, letting their eyes falls shut under the guise of safety. "Please."

"I know," Whumpee smiled softly. "I know, dear. But you're taking it so well." They pushed down on the dark bruise, feeling Whumpee's breath hitch as they hiccuped a sob.

"I don't wanna-" The captive mumbled, whimpering as Whumper pulled them closer, cradled their bruised body. "Please, Whumper-"

"Shh..." They stroked Whumpee's hair, shushing them affectionately. "It's over, honey, for tonight. You did so well my love. I can't wait to see what pretty sounds you'll make for me tomorrow."

#whump #whump drabble #creepy caretaking #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #broken bones #finegr whump mention #hand whump mention #blood mention #praise #begging #beatings #referenced torture #hehe

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy

"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.

I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.

I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.

I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.

I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.

I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.

I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.

I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.

I want it to be nasty!!!!!!

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kabie-whump · 2 months

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♡ Febuwhump Day 18: Too Weak to Move ♡

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Content: Intimate whumper, hand feeding, captivity, hair pulling

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"I'm back~" Whumper sings as they enter Whumpee's cell, a tray of simple food in hand. "Time to eat."

Whumpee says nothing, but Whumper pays it no mind.

"Brought you good stuff today, dearest. You were so well behaved yesterday I figured you deserve it. Real fruit and everything."

Still nothing as Whumper sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Whumpee. Whumpee is slumped against a wall, chin tucked to their chest, barely noticable shivers wracking their bruised body.

"What, nothing to say? Giving me the silent treatment?"

Silence from Whumpee save for quiet shuddering breaths.

"Rude."

Whumper moves in close, grabbing Whumpee's hair and yanking their head back. They stare at Whumper with half lidded eyes, a faint whimper escaping their throat, but otherwise they don't move a muscle.

"Oh. Did I play too rough yesterday? Do you need me to feed you?”

Whumpee still says nothing, but Whumper can see the flash of distain in their tired eyes. Oh, they hate that idea. Perfect.

"Don't worry, love, I'll take good care of you. Now open up."

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echoingalaxies · 9 months

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Character A is possessed/bitten by something, and they can feel it taking over their mind and body, but slowly enough for them to grab B's shirt, pull them close and beg, "Please kill me before I hurt you."

B refuses, assuring them they will be okay, even though A knows they won't be able to fight it, they will lose control of their body, possibly forever.

"Please, B, please," A says, tears rolling down their face. "I'm too weak to fight it. Please kill me. Let me die as myself."

#wanna hear your opinions of which roles would these characters have #because i'm imagining A as the Team Leader and oh it's so good #also: bonus points if A is handing B a weapon to kill them with <3 #death mention #implied death #mercy killing #possession whump #whump #whump prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #whump tropes #whump scenario #whump ideas #writing ideas #writing prompt #whumpblr #writeblr

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 7 months

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Day 12 - Self Harm

Hehehe a little bit of a twist on the prompt, but Mariano is indeed harming himself, along with like 95% of the other people in this building :)

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain

TWs: blink-and-you-miss-it reference to the threat of noncon, blood, self-harm, hand whump, dislocated fingers, captivity (the moment of escape), death, murder, burns, starvation mention, self-sacrifice, Dimitri being himself about pain

Mariano stood steadfast as alarms blared, the only one of the war mages who'd managed to slip his restraints. Laredo watched as he trembled, knees threatening to give out as more and more people continued to try to take him down. Mariano's magic gathered at his teeth, broken wards no longer keeping the plasma contained. It sparked at his fingers and palms, spitting and hissing in fury and exhaustion.

Laredo didn't remember Mariano fighting like this when he was younger. He was always efficient, and terrifying to see. Luis had picked him for a reason--Mariano could wipe a town off the face of the earth with no hesitation or change in his posture. He'd seen him do it; mechanically tackling every structure, killing every living person inside before he did so that they weren't trapped and waiting for an even worse death. That Mariano was a lot.

But this Mariano put that one to shame.

This Mariano, with scars and eyes that burned with more than just fear, moved like a predator. Laredo realized that it was almost too easy to think that he was some fragile little waif when they usually saw him next to his seven-foot-tall dragon, curled up on the couch to cuddle, or standing as one of the smaller members of their group. This Mariano burned holes through guards' heads without blinking, without missing a shot. This Mariano loomed and leaped, hands wreathed in blinding magic. He pinned the lead guard with little more than just his weight.

They'd seen how that guy had been looking at Manuel, at Mariano. Had heard whispers about what he wanted to do. Laredo glanced at Manuel, and saw the same fury and joy and catharsis in his eyes.

Mariano wrapped his fingers around the lead guards' throat. Mariano didn't let go until the man stopped screaming. He wasn't dead. Mariano didn't seem to care that much.

He didn't seem to care when his magic flickered, either. It shorted out, suddenly dimming before cutting off completley. Laredo's heart dropped. There were still more men to deal with--but they'd been held here for weeks, and hadn't even gotten to free Bastian yet. The starvation seemed like it had taken too heavy of a toll on the youngest war mage.

"Mariano!" Laredo called. Mariano didn't look at him, never looking away from the hallway that the threats had been pouring into. "Cut us free! Let us take over!"

Mariano didn't even seem to hear him.

More men appeared at the end of the hallway. They raised their guns. Suddenly, the hallway was lit by that same brilliant sunlight. For a moment, Laredo thought one of the others had broken free. Mariano's silhouette stood alone, though.

The men fell. They kept appearing. They kept falling.

Mariano was still casting. Laredo saw how horribly his palms were burned. They hung at his sides, loose and swaying as Mariano lurched forward, firing more magic from his teeth.

"Laredo." Dimitri said, drawing Laredo's attention away from Mariano. "Help me out. I'm almost free. I'm not as flexible as I used to be." Dimitri met his eyes, some grim determination filling his expression. His hands were almost free from the cuffs. He just needed a little help to dislocate his thumb. "His nose is already bleeding."

Laredo's stomach dropped. Mariano had already pushed himself too far. Mariano intended to keep going.

Laredo realized how horribly they were outnumbered. This whole place was meant to hold them for as long as necessary. Every single person here had a vested interest in keeping them under control. Many of them would be willing to die for it.

Laredo hooked his shoe up under the chain keeping Dimitri's cuffs linked. "I won't count you down." He saw how the metal bit into Dimitri's hands, into his skin, how it threatened to draw blood.

"Good. You know I like surprises." Dimitri shot him a grin as he leaned forward to give Laredo the straightest shot possible. He didn't scream when Laredo yanked his foot towards himself.

"Mm," Dimitri groaned, and Laredo couldn't quite tell how Dimitri felt about his newly dislocated thumbs. "Yes, I see why he didn't come unlock us after doing that to himself."

Dimitri staggered to his feet, grimacing as he sparked his magic and started slicing through the metal keeping Laredo bound. One cuff fell, and then the other. Laredo's skin smarted from how hot they'd gotten during the removal process.

Mariano was still casting, and people were still coming. His magic started to flicker and short out again. "Rookie, stand down!" Laredo tried as he began slicing through Manuel's restraints.

"He's not able to hear us right now." Manuel muttered, shaking his hands as he and Izan were freed next.

Just as Mariano managed to get his magic back at his teeth, Laredo grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him off of his feet. The cast fizzled and he stumbled, only avoiding dropping to the floor because of Laredo's arms around his waist.

Mariano blinked hard as Laredo pulled him away from the opening of the hallway, letting Izan, Manuel, and Dimitri take over the attack. "Laredo...?" Confusion was clear on his face.

"Yeah, it's me." He lowered them both to the floor, supporting Mariano's weight on the way down. "Dimitri dislocated his thumbs like a weirdo and slipped his cuffs. You don't have to hurt yourself anymore. We have you."

Mariano rested his cheek against Laredo's shoulder and nodded. "I...okay." He settled on, closing his eyes. His hands rested on his lap, skin burned and bleeding. "Okay." Laredo reached up to smooth some of Mariano's hair back and wipe some of the blood from his face.

Laredo held Mariano there against the wall until Dimitri's triumphant call heralded their victory.

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gottawhump · 11 months

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Runaways

Carlisle

CW/TW: pet whump, hand whump, BBU/WRU, sickness, death mention, escaping.

He is still in the first numbing haze of grief when the first runaway comes to his house.

If he hadn’t gone to the kitchen to get a snack because he couldn’t sleep, he might have missed him. There’s a strange Pet trying to eat soup there, the hand holding the spoon shaking, the other hand burned and blistered.

Carlisle’s barely registered this before the Pet drops the spoon, drops to his knees.

“Please. Please don’t send me back. I can-I can work, I’ll be useful. Please, sir.”

He can’t. He’s shivering and sweating at the same time. Infection, probably. Left untreated, the strange Pet might lose the hand. Or worse.

But a Domestic will proclaim they can work with their dying breath, he’s learned.

And he is so tired of people dying.

“It’s all right,” he says. “You can stay.”

He’s not sure how, but he’s going to make it happen.

It’s harder, after he’s turned his house into a Sanctuary. He thought it would be easier, but it’s harder.

He doesn’t report the runaway right away. He takes a few days, to let her rest and heal. A few days, to consider all his options.

He doesn’t see any.

He makes the call to WRU.

A white retrieval van pulls up in his driveway within the hour. Black suited handlers take her out of his house. He sees the betrayal in the runaway’s eyes.

When it’s over, he sees betrayal in his own people’s eyes.

Some of them leave, after that. Some of the legal surrenders in his care, some of his surviving household. One at a time, the others looking the other way while they slip away.

“I did what I had to do,” he tells Ellis. “Otherwise I’d lose everyone.”

“I know. But sending someone back to WRU—it makes you less safe, Carlisle. It makes this place less safe, to us.” Ellis’ fingers touch his collar, still mourning black, fall away. Us.

The next time, the next runaway in his house, he makes a different call.

He’s had the number since college, never expecting to use it. He isn’r a pet libber. He runs a Sanctuary, not a safehouse.

He doesn’t even know if anyone will answer, if this will work. Part of his mind is scrabbling for alternatives, if it doesn’t. He can alter his ownership records, claim this one is one of his missing. He could try an outright purchase, though he doesn’t know the runaway’s owner.

He could try…He could try…

“Hello?”

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Jane's Pets Chapter 87: Curse

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This is wonderful. Sucks for the intruder, but you don’t have to think about that. For you, this is wonderful. Jane is downstairs torturing someone and it’s not even Kitty or Puppy! You get to prepare spells and know Jane isn’t around while also knowing Puppy and Kitty are relatively safe. Well, you hope Puppy is safe. She’s probably fine.

You get out the materials you’ve gathered and prepare the spells you can remember. Kitty watches.

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing spells.” …did you ever even end up telling Kitty about learning magic? If you did, neither of you seem to remember it. “Barron taught me. Apparently that’s just, like, a thing that any human can do. I can teach you, if you want.”

“I’m not sure how well I can learn complex stuff like that right now...”

You smile at the way they phrased that. That they’re not sure instead of insistent that they’ll never be able to think again. That they said ‘right now.’ They have some hope for the future! You did that. “Fair enough. Let me know if you ever feel up for it. And want to.”

Kitty nods. “Um… why are you preparing spells?”

“I’m going to make it so the food we’ve got in the fridge can heal us. And try some spells against Jane.”

Kitty pales. “Don’t. Please, don’t make me watch her hurt you-” “She’ll hurt me either way. At least this way I’m learning something.”

They’re tearing up already. “Please…”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you. Just forget it. Go take a nap or something.” There are screams of pain coming from downstairs, but they aren’t Puppy’s, and that’s all that matters.

Kitty doesn’t go take a nap, but they don’t say anything either. They just watch as you carve runes you barely remember.

When you finish, you go to the fridge and start casting healing spells on the food.

Kitty gasps. “Your eyes… they turned yellow.”

You smile. “Yeah, Barron’s magic made a popping noise. Mine is quiet but turns my eyes yellow. Isn’t that cool?”

Kitty seems less anxious as they watch. “Will the food really heal us now?”

None of you are particularly injured right now, thankfully. There are some fingernails still growing back and some bones still healing, but no open wounds.

Holy shit. Did you really just think that you’re doing well because you only have broken bones and missing fingernails? Holy shit. You freeze for a moment before continuing with casting. “Yeah. It… kind of feels like a waste, since there are times I could barely move through the injuries and I would’ve rather had healing then… but I don’t know when I’ll next get the chance to do this. And I probably wouldn’t be able to cast if I was in that much pain anyway. And it’s not like there’s a limited amount of magic, it’s just- if I get caught, this’ll be the only chance to use these healing spells, and if I’m only going to get to use them once I’d want the pain to be unbearable… sorry, that’s not important. Yes, the food will heal us. It’ll speed up our healing, at least.”

Kitty nods. “You’re less likely to get caught if you don’t attack her.”

“I know. But I’m not going to let this be the rest of our lives. I’m going to find a way to stop her. You haven’t lost that hope you had, have you? You said you thought it was possible, if we just figured out how. You said everyone has weaknesses. We just have to figure out how to get rid of her powers.” “...you think these spells can get rid of her powers?”

“I think they have a higher chance of doing it than just waiting in case a solution falls in our lap.”

Kitty nods slowly. “What spells were you wanting to try?”

You close the fridge, having finished casting all the healing spells you prepared. “I don’t remember a whole lot of them. There are some spells that are supposed to reduce pain, but they have such horrible side effects… I wonder what would happen if we used them on her? Especially when she’s so different from everything else Barron told me about. Maybe a healing spell would hurt her, since she can already heal herself? It’s all worth a shot, at least. I also remember a curse I saw that I thought might work on her, it's supposed to lock away magic for a period of time. I only have so many memorized, and most wouldn't be super useful in attacking Jane, but I could try to figure out more spells. I know vaguely what symbols mean what, if I can figure out which ones to combine…”

“Is there any way I can help?”

“Hmm… think you can distract her while I cast? She needs to be caught by surprise, otherwise she’ll just teleport away.” Kitty nods. “I can distract her. Just signal me when you’re ready. Uh… wink at me or something.”

“I will. When do you think she’ll be back up here?”

Kitty shrugs. “It’s hard to guess, even when my brain works. Is there anything you need to do before she comes up?”

“I’ve prepared all the spells I want to try on her that I can remember. I can try to make new ones while we wait.”

Kitty nods. “I think I’ll take a nap. Put everything away real fast and wake me up if you hear the screaming stop.”

“Right.” You’d been trying to tune the screaming out, but you’ll need to know when it stops if you don’t want to get caught.

Kitty lies down on the couch and immediately passes out. That’s good. It’s always better when they can sleep through the drug effects, and Jane might forget to give them more if she’s busy torturing someone else! You sit in a beanbag chair and start preparing spells that may not even exist. You’ll have to work on complete guesswork for the words and motions for these ones, too. But hey, maybe you’ll discover a new spell which has the sole purpose of killing whatever kind of creature Jane is. That would be great. And wasn’t Barron’s job discovering/creating new spells? You should’ve asked it more about what it did day to day…

Your chest aches at the thought of Barron. It’s dead because of you. It would still be alive if you’d just been good.

You wipe your eyes and refocus on your work.

You're having a bit of trouble focusing, but you summon all your willpower to, even as you feel a headache starting. Jane's wounds heal. You know that, you saw that. But there are ways of killing someone without wounds. You remember, vaguely, a story of hercules slaying a lion with an unbreakable hide by suffocating him. And there are other things you can think of too- would she heal if her entire body was destroyed at once? Would limbs reattach if they got cut off? Would they regrow? And what's likely to be something she's never encountered before?

Instead of feeling like there's no possible way out like you often did before, you see dozens of pathways in front of you. Most are probably dead ends, but that doesn't matter as much as the fact that you're not stuck anymore. There are ways forward. You won't let Barron, Diya, and Ray's deaths mean nothing.

–

Puppy stumbles away from Jared to throw up bile, then comes back and whips them again.

“I was curious!” They shriek. “I’d been here before and there wasn’t a house, so I wanted to figure out how it got built so fast! That’s all! I swear!”

She’s already emptied their pockets. In them, there was more powder, some leaves with symbols drawn on them, and a booklet full of notes on the house. On the screams that came from it. On when Puppy leaves to go shopping and when she returns. “I’m sure you can think of a better lie than that.” Her voice is shaky, but she tries to sound like Master when she does interrogations. “What are these notes for?”

“I can help you! Let me help you!”

Puppy sets down the whip and gets a hammer. “This is your last chance to give me something convincing before I break every bone in your hand.” She feels nauseous again, but just grits her teeth. Later.

“I just wanted to help! I detected some weird magic here- and then I heard all the screaming and- and- please, I just want to help!”

“Can others detect this magic? Are we going to get more visitors?” Master might have to move them again.

“I don’t know!”

Puppy sighs. She was really looking forward to being done with this. “I think you’re lying to me, Jared.” She can hear how Master would say a line like that, how it would send shivers down her spine, but when she says it sounds teary and afraid and disappointed (but not in the way Master sounds when she’s disappointed, when there’s a threat behind it- just kind of sad).

“No! I swear, I swear, I just wanted to help-” “I believe that part. But I think that if it was so easy to detect Master’s magic, I’d have had to deal with a lot more of people like you. We don’t get a lot of people poking around.”

“It wasn’t easy, I just…” They trail off. Unable to think of a reason why they’re here and other mages aren’t if it was just a matter of detecting magic.

Puppy takes Jared’s hand. “Here’s what I think. Bunny’s mage friend told you about us, and now that you haven’t heard from it for a while, you decided to come find the house it told you about.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

Puppy brings the hammer down onto their hand. They shriek and pull away, but the damage is done. Puppy gags, her body trying to somehow vomit up the guilt and disgust as if it's a physical thing. This shouldn’t be this hard. She’s hurt Bunny and Kitty, her closest friends, with less issues than this.

“I just want to help you! Let me help you!” Jared is sobbing.

“Who else did Bunny’s friend tell about us?”

“No one, I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

She reaches for their hand again. “W-wait! I- I’m the only one it told!”

Puppy stops. Really, that’s just the smart thing to say, even if she’s wrong and Jared really hasn’t met Bunny’s mage friend. “There we go. What did it tell you?”

Jared sobs. “I don’t- it told me what it was researching about the monster, what her powers are- well, what her known powers are. And it gave-” Jared takes deep, gasping breaths “it gave directions to this place, in case- in case something happened. Did- is-?”

“It’s dead. You will be soon, too, if you’re lucky.”

Jared sobs some more. Puppy tries to think of more questions to ask. Master won’t be happy if Puppy ends the interrogation before she gets back.

“What are your pronouns, by the way?” This is all so fucked up. Puppy tries not to laugh. Jared isn’t Master, they won’t find her laughing in inappropriate situations cute.

Jared doesn’t answer, just cries, so she Puppy abandons that line of questioning. She feels no need to torture that out of them.

“What was your plan here? Did the mage tell you Master had weaknesses? It was wrong if it did.”

“I just- I was still forming the plan, I didn’t realize the invisibility spell had worn off-”

That… that is interesting. Master wouldn’t have let them get away with the repeated spying if she knew, right? Puppy isn’t sure… but maybe, maybe if someone were use a spell like that and always stay invisible, Master wouldn’t be able to find them… Now that she thinks about it, a distant memory comes up. She was in a lot of pain and so tired and probably drugged, but she thinks Master might have told her once that she can sense shadows even outside her void, and someone who’s invisible wouldn’t cast a shadow…

She shakes herself out of it. That’s a dangerous train of thought to go down. And it's not like Master has ever had any trouble finding people in dark rooms without shadows.

“Do you regret snooping?”

Jared nods. Puppy struggles to think of more questions.

“Did you tell anyone what Barron told you?” Jared’s going to answer no regardless of the true answer, of course. They shake their head.

“Did you tell anyone where you were going? Does anyone know you’re here?”

Predictably, they shake their head.

“If someone comes looking for you, I’m going to assume you lied to me, and, as punishment, skin them alive. Understand?”

Jared nods shakily.

“Good.” She wracks her brain for another question. “For you to be here, after learning about her powers… Are you stupid?”

Puppy hears Master giggling behind her. That’s… good. Yeah, she doesn’t have to think of any more questions. She probably won’t get to talk again for months. But that's fine. That's fine.

"What did he say, Puppy?”

“Bunny’s mage friend told them about this place. According to them, it didn’t tell anyone else.”

Master nods. "That matches up with what I found fairly well. Lucky you, Jared! If it hadn't, this would be a lot worse."

She takes a cattle prod from her void. Puppy instinctively drops to her knees, but Master is entirely focused on Jared.

"You can go back upstairs, Puppy. I'll put the muzzle back on later. You do not have permission to speak."

Puppy's… surprised. Normally, Master would want her to help with torturing someone. But she knows better than to question her Master. She goes upstairs, ignoring Jared's pleas for help.

–

You'd shaken Kitty awake and were mentally preparing to face Jane when the screaming started up again. Huh…

Puppy comes through the door to the basement. Her muzzle isn't on, and there are pressure sores across her face where it used to lie. "...Puppy?"

Kitty also seems surprised. "Is Jane coming?"

Puppy shrugs. Fair enough.

"Uh…" You hesitate for a second, wondering if helping her with her wounds will interfere with your plan, but it shouldn't, right? "I'll go get the first aid kit."

You quickly grab the first aid kit and come back. "Can you sit down?"

Puppy sits down on the couch, next to Kitty. You start cleaning the wounds on her face.

"Is it just these? Or do you have other injuries?"

She just looks at you.

"Oh, right." Just one question at a time while she can't talk. "Do you have other injuries?"

She shakes her head. You finish cleaning her face and start bandaging it. You feel like you should apply some ointment or something, but you don't have any, and you're no doctor. Maybe that would just make it worse, anyway.

"The intruder's still screaming." You whisper to her. "She can't be multiple places at once. You could eat something."

Her eyes widen in horror and she shakes her head rapidly. You didn't really expect any different, but you figured there was no harm in trying.

You're worried about how casting a spell on Jane is going to go with Puppy here. She definitely won't help you with distracting Jane like Kitty will, but hopefully she won't catch on quickly enough to stop you either.

"Okay. Do you wanna play a game or something?"

She nods. Kitty already seems to be having trouble staying awake, so you look for a simple game that won't require too much brain power.

"How does Sorry sound?" Not too skill-based, but with enough decision making that it's interesting.

Puppy nods and Kitty hums affirmatively, or at least you think so. You set the game up, and the three of you play three rounds before the screaming downstairs stops.

You had been lying on Puppy's shoulder, but you immediately push away and sit up at the disconcerting silence. Kitty also grows more alert, watching you for the signal that it's time for a distraction. Puppy stares straight ahead, no visible emotion on her face.

The screaming might start up again, like it did before. This isn't a guarantee that she's watching. Just as someone screaming isn't a guarantee that she's with them in the basement…

You shake that thought off. Someone might cry from pain in the aftermath of torture, but usually not scream. At least not the wordless, agonized screams that the intruder's been producing up until now.

"What're you playing?" Jane appears sitting next to you, covered in blood and looking very happy with herself. You recoil. Just her presence makes your heart beat faster, makes you dizzy with fear.

"Sorry. We're playing Sorry."

"How fun." Jane says. She grabs Puppy's hair and inspects her, noting the new bandages. She has a muzzle in her hands where there wasn't one before, and starts strapping it to Puppy's face.

She's distracted- now's the time. You won't even need Kitty to do a distraction. You pull a rock out of your pocket, the one you set aside for this specifically, and quickly say the incantation and do the motions required for the spell.

If this goes right, it should steal the air from Jane's lungs, and continue suffocating her until you lose concentration.

She stops putting the muzzle on Puppy's face and turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow. She's not breathing, and not trying to either.

You're worried she's going to start hurting Puppy to break your concentration, but instead she just finishes muzzling Puppy and goes back to staring at you. No one moves.

It's… been a long time without her breathing. She doesn't seem remotely phased. She seems… amused, if anything.

"I don't think she needs to breathe, Bunny." Kitty says softly. You can't see their expression, or Puppy's- you don't want to look away from Jane in case it breaks the spell.

"Well, she clearly needs to breathe in order to talk. At least this can shut her up for a while."

Jane laughs without air. She doesn't need to talk to get this message across. Stupid Bunny.

She could easily break your concentration. Come over and stab you, or worse, hurt Puppy or Kitty. But she doesn't. She just stares at you, smiling.

She's waiting for you to break off the spell yourself. This is a lesson. She's letting you do this for the same reason she let you be free with Barron, Diya, and Ray for a year.

You want to be petty and hold out until you fall unconscious, but… that won't really help anyone. And your head is really starting to hurt. So you drop the spell.

Jane laughs audibly, now. "You must've been waiting all day for that! Again, do you really think I'd still be alive if it was that easy to kill me?"

You thought it was possible. Anyone trying to suffocate her normally would've had to contend with her teleporting, but with magic… it was worth a shot.

"I'm surprised that worked at all, to be honest. Most spells don't work on me. Though I guess that was more a spell on the air around me than me? Anyway. Give me your collar."

You expected this, if you failed. You take the collar off your neck and hand it to her.

"Go downstairs."

You head down to the basement. Jane is already there when you reach the bottom.

"You can't curse me, Bunny. Me being alive at all is a curse, one that no magic has been able to remove. Do you have any idea what that's like, to live and live and live no matter how painful it is? I think I've given you some idea… but we can do better, can't we?"

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