#tw chains

[fulcrumwrites]

Prompt #10: Locks

Locks are so incredibly underutilized in whump writing. They are, of course, alluded to, but almost never described. Some examples:

• Whumpee’s heart drops as they hear the heavy, final click of their captor turning the key in the lock to their cell/cage/coffin/closet/etc. Trapped, they listen as the footsteps fade away, leaving them in the cold, dark, and loneliness.

• From the other side, whumpee can hear whumper sealing the door with layers of chains before padlocking it. They throw themselves against the door, screaming for help. But the chains and lock don’t give.

• Locking the padlock on chains, tugging it to make sure it won’t snap. Stepping back and smirking as whumpee tries to move. Then whumper draping the string of the key over their neck to taunt their captive or slipping it into their pocket out of sight.

• Handcuffs, collars, and shackles that lock automatically once snapped shut. Too quickly restrained to struggle, no chance to fight back.

• Alternatively, restraints that require to be locked manually. Whumpee fights as long as they can. Eventually, whumper gets the restraints around them and soon after jams the key in the hole. Whumpee sags in defeat once they feel the twist and hear the click. They’re stuck now.

• Sci-fi locks that require a fingerprint, passcode, or a keycard.

• New objective: find key/keycard/fingerprint/passcode/etc. in order to escape.

• Locked in a room with a bomb, a monster, poison gas, filling with water, an interrogator, etc.

• Metal gags, muzzles, and masks that lock. Even if their hands are free, whumpee can’t remove the gag to speak. If they escape, they’re mute until they can find a way to get it off.

• Locking whumpee in a room, cell, tower, etc. to prevent them from completing their mission, delivering information, or stoping a crisis.

• Whumper dangles the key in front of their captive’s face before throwing it away or swallowing it. “You’re never leaving this place.”

• Trapped in a lockdown protocol.

• Connecting restraints with padlocks to make whumpee even more immobile: connecting two cuffs around the wrists and/or ankles with a padlock instead of a short chain; lock the chain between cuffs to the chain tethering their neck to the floor, padlock a loose chain to a loop in the floor, wall, or pillar; padlock two people together, etc.

• Smashing a lock with a brick or stone or the butt of a gun. Shooting out the lock (I play Uncharted). Even kicking the door and breaking a weak lock.

• Captive has lock-picks hidden in their hair, mouth, or clothing. They quietly and skillfully pick the lock and escape. Maybe they are caught in the act and there are consequences.

• Magic locks. Only the person who enchanted the lock or the right counter-spell can unlock it.

• Emotions of panic and desperation as a whumpee who hasn’t given up yet pulls at the chains in hopes of finding a weak point. Or defeated acceptance once they hear the final click, knowing they’re stuck.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #whump #prompts #tw restraints #whump prompt #restrained whumpee #restrained whump #tw chains #chains whump #locks whump #i obviously thought about this a lot #i should be sleeping #defiant whumpee #whump community #show not tell #kidnapping whump #prison whump #captivity whump

[z-1-wolfe]

anthony…

#hazbin hotel fanart #angel dust #but like human yanno #cuz i struggle with furries… but thats a me thing #zenta draws #just a little character study #still working out how i want to draw him #tw chains

[ravenzeppeli]

You Dare Disobey Me, Girl? |Silva x Reader Angst|

Warning: brutal spanking, language, nudity, humiliation, sexual themes/discussions, physical abuse.

      Silva stood in front of you, his huge 6'6 form towering over you like a skyscraper, his blue eyes hard and menacing, body ripped with muscles. He made you feel so small and fragile- he could tear you apart if he wished.. that was the exciting part about working here- the rush of always being just so close to death. "I don't like when you act out Y/N, I found you nine years ago trusting you and taking you under my wing. Treating you as my own. Why would you dare to break my trust? Look at you now, in deep shit."

       You were completely naked, humiliation being apart of the punishment as your hands were tied above. You looked up at the metal bar, a sigh escaping your lips as you studied the rope. "I wasn't breaking your trust, I was just overwhelmed that you wanted Illumi to marry me. I didn't mean to run

away, I was going to eventually come back once I had time to think." You didn't like Illumi at all, he had no personality. You sound much rather marry Milluki, at least he speaks kindly to you.

         "You dare disobey me, girl? In my own damn house, acting so keen about everything. You are going to pay," he snapped, taking his thick leather belt off. He shook his head, silver hair resting on his broad shoulders. "You will marry Illumi and you will have my grandchildren. You knew that I would seek that in you, you knew Y/N. That is why I trained you so brutally for all of these years." His bright blue eyes traced down your body, staring at your womanhood with intensity.

         Your cheeks flushed red at the utter humiliation of all of this, knowing that he stares on purpose to humiliate you. Ever since you turned 20 he had begun a new phase in your punishing.. it was painful and embarrassing but in a way you liked it. The pain that once made you go insane was now turning you on wildly, making you grow wet with anticipation for your beating. "I'm sorry I disrespected you."

        His eyes traced up your body, full focus now on your breasts.  "You're going to be very sorry once I'm done with you. I was generous enough to allow you a warning the first time but that came with a promise that you wouldn't run away again. You broke that, so now I am going to beat your ass. Do you understand me?" He questioned, his black shoes padding against the hard ground, now standing in front of you. The leather belt was at his side, taunting you.

          "Why do you have to stare at me like that? What's the reason of staring at someone you will never have anyways? I belong to your little son, shouldn't he be the one to do this since I'm being forced to marry him?" You questioned, tone sharp.. you quickly regretted smarting off to him by the look in his eyes. Suddenly, you were fucking terrified.. your heart rapidly skipping a beat.

          "I could have you and take you right now if I wanted, my wife and I would use your body up.. separately and together. We would break you and next time we will, rather you are Illumi's wife or not. You will be handled," Silva snapped, slapping his large palm across your face with force, a snap gasp escaping your lips as your legs went weak. If it wasn't for the chains that tied your hands you would have fell to the ground. "You will marry my son and you will have our grandchildren. Or you will have mine, and I won't treat you well. Illumi will, do you see how well I treat my wife? I've never put my hands on her unless she asked."

         You shook your head weakly, "how could I marry a man that I don't love? At least give me more time to love him Silva, he hardly speaks to me. He hates me." You looked down, blood dripping onto the floor in front of you, the left side of your face throbbing. You wanted more.. why couldn't you just marry Silva or Kikyo? Damn it, this sucked.

         "He will be back in a week, you will marry her next day. You had seven years, I refuse to wait any longer. Now it is time for me to punish you," he said, walking behind you, his hand resting on your back. "He will learn to love you and he is willing, I already asked him and he said that he would treat you well. You will live rich and you will never be out of work. You will have a great life, just as you do now. Stop being stupid, now apologize to me."

           "But what if Illumi wasn't the one that I desire? What if the one I desire is someone else, someone that I owe my life too," you said, staring into his eyes. It was wrong to love Silva, so wrong.. but everything in this world was wrong. You were wrong. "I love you Silva, please let me be with Kikyo and I promise that I will make the both of you happy," you begged, tears falling down your face. You haven't cried in so long. "I love you so much, please love me back."

           Your desperate and lonely heart clung yo both him and Kikyo those seven years ago and you've been in love with Silva and slowly falling in love with Kikyo ever sense. You usually spent every waking moment with Silva.. how could not fall in love with him? It was impossible to avoid, now you are stuck marrying his stupid son who has the personality of a fucking plank. That was why you ran, you had to escape all of this but instead of letting you go he had to find you. This just wasn't fair at all.

         Suddenly a whip sound filled the air, the hard leather belt crashing on your ass with such force that it knocked the wind out of you, a loud sob escaping your lips, your legs trembling. The motion repeated two more times, the two harsh smack causing your entire body to tremble, a harsh burning sensation lighting your ass on fire. Again. Again. Again. He wasn't letting up, leaving your confession unanswered as he beat you, a low grunt escaping his lips.

         "W-why?" You sobbed out, your legs finally collapsing and giving out. You were hanging by your hands, that being the only thing keeping you up. Despite how uncomfortable it was you couldn't stand.. you were in too much pain as the leather whoosh began to attack your spots.

          "I don't love you in that way, Kikyo and I love you but we have no romantic feelings towards you. Illumi does and he is who you will be with- a man your age. He's my son, if you love me then you can love him," spoke Silva, continuing to harshen his blows. You felt the welts forming on your ass, the bruises that wouldn't heal for a month.. this was your reality. "Apologize and I'll stop. You're bleeding, it is only going to get much worse for you." 

          "I-I apologize!" You cried out, causing the leather belt to finally drop. You sobbed, entire body now shaking.. it hurt so bad, your ass throbbing, hands cramping.. you shouldn't have said anything. You should have never ran away.. you knew that this was bound to happen sometime.

          "Good, I'll come let you go and clean up in a few hours. For now just think about rather you want to wear white or another color next week. Perhaps red, it compliments you" he muttered, walking out the door and leaving you alone to suffer in pain.. just as he always did.

#tw spank #tw whipping #tw beating #tw nudity #ravenzeppeli #ravenzeppeli other #ravenzeppeli hunter x hunter #tw abuse #tw nude #tw adult themes #tw blood #tw torture #tw humiliation #tw slapping #tw chains #tw tied up #hunter x hunter #hunter x reader #silva zoldyck #silva #anime #fanfic

[galaxygermdraws]

Okay but what if in corrupting Skizz he accidentally made impulse ascend making imp have to panic and figure out how to fix it lol

So like. I wasn't GONNA. Draw this. But. You inspired me anon

Anon congrats you unlocked the non canon route to this AU, aka before Skizz can even FALL he gets caught bc. Ya know he ran away. and because he just got. oh so attached to Impulse. His ex-superiors decide "hey. we can make him like you! Then you don't HAVE to leave him" so uh. Impulse ascends/gets purified and. It is. n o t a fun process he is in s o much pain. Not that it matters anymore, it kinda takes away the ability for a person to have any freedom. So he kinda jus. Is. a Body now. Whatever w a s Impulse is. not a thing anymore. I mean. I'm sure he's somewhere, but he sure as heck ain't in his own body anymore!!

They are BOTH in pain now.

But uh. Yea no Skizz is not the one who makes Impulse ascend, he would never forgive himself if he did that. Cause. He doesn't know if it's reversible or not

#imp and skizz #skizzleman #impulsesv #demon skizz au #even if hes not a demon in this image this IS the bad ending tho so #tw implied mind control #tw blood #tw body horor #with the horns #tw eyes #theyre hard to see but theyre there #tw chains #ask to tag #germdraws #germ draws #this one got away from me

[loaflovesdoodling]

So, y'know how I always talk about how Ades has these really traumatizing nightmares about being locked in a mental hospital almost every night?? Well, even if the theme does slightly vary between nights, naturally, I thought I'd still describe how they usually go:

(TW: chains, psychiatric ward, gore, angst, trauma)

Somnum Exterreri

Pleiades slowly opened his eyes, everything was blurry and.... sideways? His mind was fuzzy, sounds were muffled, until his vision finally cleared up a bit, but he still didn't have the strength to get up. What the Hell was going on?

He groaned in fatigue and slight aching, when he finally realized the huge trail of golden blood splattered across the ground, coming straight from his head.

The mere sight of the liquid was apparently enough to alarm him, as he, despite his condition, jolted up, now sitting. He placed two of his hands to the side of his cranium, gently rubbing it to explore the source of the pain and bleeding. He exhaled:

"..h..uh..?....h..ow...?.....wh...a...t...?..." his slurred speech sounded out his thoughts.

But before any other questions could come to mind, he was alerted by the steps of two mysterious guards coming towards him. It was then he realized he was in an almost empty cell. The only other things near him were chains and cuffs scattered all across the ground. He didn't know what was going to happen, but, still confused, his mind told him to run. Immediately.

A sense of dread washed over him, as he swiftly got up and tried to make an escape,

One step, two steps, three--

He hit something, someone. A guard held him tight while the other grabbed his hand and sliced the skin bare with an unfamiliar blade. He yelped in pain, but was quickly shut up by a sudden stab in the stomach; he, agasp, could barely manage to stifle whimpers of agony and shock, as the other guard then picked up the sample of blood from his hand with a cotton swab and placed it in a container, before nodding to the other guard and walking away. The latter quickly pushed him back in the cell, making him once again hit his head on the walls, stunning him; they closed the cuffs on his hands, one by one, and wrapped the bigger chain all around his torso, still bleeding from the stab wound. Pleiades was trapped and scared, now chained to the ground, he got up, and was quickly pushed back down. Why was this even happening? His questions were soon answered by the passing of multiple stretches down the corridors. Had he really snapped? Who did he hurt? Where were all the others?? They couldn't possibly have been...

The guard looked down at him in disgust, then said something through the radio device he had in his pocket:

"Yeah, Demigod's locked up. Analyze the blood samples and prepare for lobotomy."

His eyes widened, loud and fast palpitations followed; Ades was terrified. As the guard left the cell, he got back up and pushed his body forward, trying to pry himself free from the fetters and shackles, instead, hurting himself even more. Tears now streaming down his face, he pleaded:

"NO!!!! DON'T LEAVE!!!!! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

his cries were ignored as he kept on struggling, to no avail.

Pleiades had a sharp intake of air, before coughing out a few sobs and giving in. He bellowed.

#hhhh this is so bad AGSSHSHDBSJDJDJSH #kirby ocs #sir pleiades #tw nightmares #tw mental hospital #tw psych ward #tw screaming #tw blood #tw gore mention #tw gore #tw medical procedure #tw angst #tw chains

[mottinthepot18]

Another commission for the wonderful @i-can-even-burn-salad <3 posting here instead of my whump blog because this is my art blog… I should probably start using it like one lol

Commission sheet can be found here

#tw broken hand #tw hand gore #tw broken bones #tw chains #lady whump #whump art #gore art #tw blood #tw self mutilation #commission art #art for others #elli #gore tw #others ocs

[bloodycowboyclub]

Hangman Adam Page vs Jon Moxley in a Texas Death Match

AEW Revolution (2023)

#hangman adam page #jon moxley #adam page #aew #aewedit #revolution (2023) #* #edits #hangman page #tw blood #blood tw #tw chains #barbed wire

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2023

Day twenty: knife wound

August trying to keep the stab wound from getting infected…

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday20 #tw blood #whump art #tw stab wound #tw stitches #febuwhump knife wound #rats race #whump #august #febuwhump #breezy’s art #breezy’s post #tw chains #this could be like five prompts in one lol #once again I did not have time to draw this SCREECH five mins before midnight is not ideal #also I keep drawing everyone at the same angle and thats not very swagalisious of me

[whumpberry-cookie]

Awkward Villain trying to do comfort

(Cw: character kept hostage, chains, mention of mind control, poison)

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Villain: "So... Er.... How you doing?"

Hero: "I'm doing great- HANGING IN CHAINS THE SECOND NIGHT IN A ROW! LET ME GO YOU PSYCHO!!!!"

Villain: "Why calling the names, I was just trying to be nice"

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Villain: "So... I'm giving you Hero back. I reflected"

Teammate: "You... What?"

Villain: "I reflected. You know: the whole kidnapping thing seems to be... slightly wrong now as I think about it"

Hero: "when exACTLY IT SEEMED TO BE RIGHT?!!!"

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Hero: "WAIT! YOU NEVER REALLY WERE UNDER A MIND CONTROLLING CHARM?!"

Villain "Nooope. I just spontanically wanted to be a good guy, but you obviously wouldn't believe me. So I played to make you trust me"

Hero: "PLAYING WITH US ISN'T MAKING YOU THE GOOD GUY"

Villain: "Oh, but yelling like a maniac makes you?"

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Villain: "Wow. Just Wow. After all your dramatic monologue I really want to hug you bro"

Hero: "Like... Hug me with a knife?"

Villain: "Is that how you do it in your homeland...? I mean- I can do that. Is that a culture thing?"

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Villain: "For the last time. I did NOT poison your tea. See?" drinks from Hero's cup.

Hero: "....I'm not drinking from the same cup you drank"

Villain: "Take mine then, I didn't drink from it yet"

Hero: "...."

Villain: "......"

Hero: "..........."

Villain: "Oh for f#ck sake I didn't poison this one either!"

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#they both yell that's it that's their friendship dynamics #heroes and villains #hero and villain #villain #hero x villain #villain becomes hero #writting prompt #writing #writting comfort #tw kidnapping #tw poison #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump villain #comic relief #whump #tw kidnap mention #tw mind control #tw chains

[selkiescoat]

⚠️ NOT SHIPPING ⚠️

Mars, one of our Hazbin Hotel OCs, is Alastor's attack dog on a very short leash. ❤️‍🩹 Much like Husk, he'd do anything to be free.

Check us out on tt, too: @/selkiebois

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT REPOST THIS ARTWORK ANYWHERE.

#digital art #ocs #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor redesign #fanart #fandom #tw chains #hellhound #hazbin hotel oc

[pricklymuffinzzzzz]

Spectra Stimboard

#spectra vondergeist #monster high spectra #spectra #monster high #stimmimg #stimboard #stim blog #stim gifs #visual stim #stimblr #stimming #tw chains #tw flame #tw graveyard

[justmwahstruly]

very old mathilda drawing (before her kind of redesign)

(I CHOSE HER NAME. LETS GO)

and i coloured her in (at least, most of her skin and eyes. but her hair doesn’t require colour! It’s a shiny silvery white! her eyelashes too!)

i do love drawing her eyelashes… so pretty…

that IS a scar on their shoulder! (thank you for noticing) she is trauma

LORE DUMP BEWARE (tw abuse, human experimentation, needles)

She chose the name Mathilda for herself! She vaguely remembered a lullaby using her name, so that’s what she decided to call herself.

When I say she chose her name, I mean that she didn’t have a real name before. They were a simple test subject, an experiment. Injected with different chemicals, DNA, blood, you name it. At that point, the scientists were trying anything and everything they could to see if she would be affected. They weren’t at all affected by seemingly anything. When it was dna or blood of an animal, she wouldn’t undergo any physical changes, but she wouldn’t behave as well as usual. She would be a bit rabid, running around and knocking things over, attacking people at least a few times. Then they began to chain them before injecting them. They would scream and cry and sob when they would approach them with the shackles, for they knew what was going to happen soon. Once, she did get away from the chains, but it was as the needle was in her skin already. This caused it to drag through her skin, and made a deep cut. That’s the scar you see on her shoulder. This may have injured them, but they didn’t care. They were just trying to run away. She ended up tripping, and got up quickly. She bumped right into a doctor, who helped her get away. She doesn’t remember them, but she knows she’ll be forever grateful to them.

She doesn’t like her hair either! She hates how it gets so dirty, she says, even though it always seems like it’s spotless. They get extremely freaked out when they see anyone in a hospital related uniform, for thats what they saw people wear at the place they lived for most of their early life. She is aware they aren’t the people, but she still sometimes lets out a small impulsive cry if they walk towards her. After all these years, they’ve learned to keep theirself MOSTLY composed.

wee lore dump OVER

hope you guys like her!

(dotty wanna steal them for ATC try and find a way for them to fit/j/unless)

#mathilda l.s. #The l is for Lillie and the s is for Samantha! I found a way to make them ALL work! #if they had to choose another…. It would be Adeline. #ITS SUCH A PRETTY NAME. BWAHH #original character #oc art #art #traditional art #lore dump #oc lore #tw needles #tw hands #tw trauma #tw crying #tw abuse #tw chains #tw chemicals #tw injections #tw human experimentation

[shaykai]

Cradles is a fantastic song for Astarion, have some doodles

Cannot wait until BG3 is fully released and I can take bestie to go murder the ever loving hell out of Cazador

#doodle #astarion #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #tav #cazador #bg3 astarion #bg3 cazador #tw blood #tw chains #ask to tag #lyric comic #?

[null-whump]

HELLO everyone I did not edit this AT ALL and I am in SEVERE PAIN but by GOD I finished it and here it is for you to read!! and enjoy!! and comment on!!!!! and maybe the next update won't take so fucking long!!! great!!!!!!

(it was also supposed to be longer than this but I know that if I put it off anymore it'll be two months before I post anything at all)

Ace and Hunter Masterlist

Warnings: Forced domesticity, collaring/muzzling, mentions of past torture, abuse, brief strangulation/choking, restraints

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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Why did people say ‘tick-tock’ for a clock sound? All Ace could hear was the same tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, over and over and over and over. Maybe some clocks were different than others. Maybe Hunter’s clock was just boring.

Your clock. You picked that one out, remember?

Ace clenched his jaw.

Remember? You said you wanted an old clock that you could wind up that would chime on the hour, so you went to an antique shop and found that one. Remember? Remember how you picked it because you thought Hunter would like the little wooden bird carving on the top?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

“This is stupid,” Ace muttered.

The sound of his own voice startled him. It had been so silent in the house, all day, while he waited for Hunter to get home from work. It didn’t help that he was chained to the floor in the living room, just out of reach of any furniture. He had been there since eight in the fucking morning. He had tried to keep his mind occupied. Ace had learned the first time that Hunter left him chained down that trying to pull the chains free was useless and would only make his hands hurt. He also learned that pacing in the very little room that he could made the cuffs chafe at his ankles. He didn’t stop though, because day after day after day of mind-numbing boredom made him prefer any distraction.

Distraction from the manacles around his legs, distraction from the injuries burning and itching under the bandages, distraction from the collar digging into his throat –

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

That stupid fucking clock. Ace glared at it. 4:56, it told him, unfazed. That meant Hunter would be home soon. Then he would unchain Ace from the living room and chain him back up in the kitchen where he would make dinner and then if he was lucky, Ace would get half a meal from the scraps Hunter served him from his plate. Then Ace would clean up dinner and Hunter would do whatever the fuck Hunter did until he decided to put Ace back in the basement for the night. At least he had a blanket now. And a pillow – and Hunter had started leaving the chains off two weeks ago.

Ace nearly laughed. He had been sleeping in a basement for nearly two months. But hey, at least he had a fucking blanket.

The clock whirred and began chiming for 5 o’clock. Ace sighed. At least he knew that Hunter wouldn’t take out his knives today. He always gave Ace at least two days of rest between ‘sessions’, and yesterday Hunter had been…more enthusiastic than usual. Ace shuddered at the memory, the bandaged wounds on his arms flaring up. He could probably count on three days, maybe four. As long as he didn’t fuck up a rule or something.

Ace heard the door swing open and scrambled to his knees. The burst of adrenaline that accompanied the sound of Hunter’s footsteps made his heart race, no matter how many times he heard it. Ace placed his hands on his knees and took a deep steadying breath as Hunter entered the room.

‘Just say it, you’ve said it dozens of times, it doesn’t mean anything it’s just words it doesn’t make you weak it’s just a part of surviving –’

“Welcome home, sir.”

Hunter reached down and ruffled his hand through Ace’s hair. “How was your day, raindrop?”

‘The same as it always is, fucker.’

“It was fine, sir.”

“Really?” Hunter smiled. “You weren’t bored, then?”

‘You fucking know I was.’

“…A little, sir.”

Hunter made a ‘hmm’ sound in the back of his throat. He hooked his finger under Ace’s collar and tugged on it, pulling Ace to his feet.

“How would you like me to start leaving you unchained while I’m away?”

Ace’s heart skipped a beat. “I – I would like that, sir.”

Hunter leaned down until his face was inches away from Ace, who struggled to keep from flinching back. “Really? You wouldn’t take the opportunity to try to run away, then?”

Ace’s mouth was dry. “N-no, sir.”

A blatant lie, of course. And yet, Ace dared to hope that Hunter would believe it. He had been so good lately, so carefully, painfully obedient, all for the tiniest chance that Hunter would give him enough freedom to escape. He only needed a little bit, a tiny bit of leeway, just enough to contact someone – Fay, the police – anyone, really, and this nightmare would be over.

Hunter tilted his head. “Just how stupid do you think I am, Ace? Do you really think I can’t tell when you’re lying to me?”

“I – I wasn’t –”

Hunter’s hand was around Ace’s throat faster than he could blink, and the rest of his sentence was cut off as he was forced to struggle for air.

“Why don’t you think very carefully about your next words,” Hunter said softly. “I’m giving you every opportunity to do the right thing, Ace. Don’t be an idiot.”

His grip loosened minimally, enough for Ace to take in a thin breath of air. Enough for him to speak. Ace’s head spun. What was worse? To lie, when Hunter would never believe him, or to tell the truth and face whatever punishment Hunter decided to dole out?

“I…” Ace faltered, barely able to get any sound past the fear clogging his throat. He steeled his nerves and made his decision. “I – I lied,” he choked out. “I’m…I’m sorry, sir.” His stomach twisted with the knowledge that he was giving Hunter exactly what he wanted, but he was almost too afraid to care.

Hunter let go of Ace’s throat, and he nearly fell forward, gasping in relief.

“Rule number one,” Hunter said, and Ace shivered at the unsettling calmness of his voice.

“…Don’t lie to you, sir.”

Hunter considered him for a moment. “I’m going to show you exactly how useless it would be to try to run, but first…” he lowered the bag slung over his shoulder and reached into it. “I had a feeling I would need this today.”

He pulled out his hand, and with it, a black cloth contraption that flashed with metal clasps. Ace’s pulse skyrocketed, because he knew immediately what it was. Hunter smirked at the panic evident on Ace’s face.

“W-wait – please, I’ll be quiet, don’t –”

Hunter silenced him with a slap across his face, hard enough to make Ace’s eyes water. “Quit complaining, unless you want it to stay on longer.”

Ace flinched and shut his mouth. He forced himself to stay still, aside from his trembling, while Hunter secured the muzzle around his face. It wasn’t that the muzzle was even the worst punishment Hunter could dole out, and Ace knew, logically, that he should be grateful he wasn’t getting something worse. It was the awful, unavoidable humiliation of wearing that thing on his face, and Hunter’s insufferably smug face looking down at him like he was a fucking dog, that made Ace want to shrivel up and die.

But he had stopped fighting it, because he knew better now. He knew what happened when he fought Hunter, just like he knew what happened when he tried to take the collar off, and he knew what happened when he wasn’t waiting to greet Hunter properly when he returned home each evening. Ace was smarter now, that’s all. He wasn’t fucking afraid.

Hunter undid the restraints around Ace’s ankles and pulled him to his feet.

“Do you think, raindrop, that I would let you wander around the house freely, with no limitations in place?” Hunter asked. As he spoke, he curled one arm around Ace’s shoulders in a too-tight embrace and guided him across the room.

Ace didn’t think Hunter wanted him to respond, and he didn’t want to risk angering him by shaking his head (an act that could too easily be seen as defiance), so he kept still and allowed himself to be pulled to the window, which had curtains pulled across it. Hunter pushed them aside, while keeping Ace well to the side. Not taking any chances on someone seeing him from the street, Ace realized.

“See this?” Hunter drew Ace’s attention to the window, tapping his finger against the glass.

Ace looked, and his heart sank as he felt another little piece of hope for an escape whither away. Inside the window frame had been reinforced with sets of crossing metal bars – inconspicuous enough that they wouldn’t stand out while leaving no room for a person to fit through.

Hunter leaned down so that his mouth was next to Ace’s ear. “All the windows in the house are like this,” he said softly, and his breath on Ace’s skin made his stomach turn. “Every door locks from the outside, and last I checked, I have the only key.” He tightened his grip on Ace’s arm until Ace was sure it would bruise. “Am I forgetting anything, raindrop? Any other way you could sneak your way out of here?”

Even without the question being posed, Ace’s mind was racing to think of something, anything that Hunter had missed, but he was coming up hopelessly short. The house wasn’t very large, and there were only so many ways in or out.

Hunter chuckled lightly. “Didn’t think so.” He finally released Ace’s shoulders and pulled the curtain back in front of the window, cutting off the sunlight. “Now, I’m hungry.”

Tears stung Ace’s eyes and he almost tripped with the loss of Hunter’s support. He stood trembling, trying to regain his wits, for just a moment too long – a cuff to the back of his head from Hunter forced him to stumble forward and shake himself out of his daze.

Dinner was a silent affair. Hunter was gracious enough to remove the muzzle and spare Ace a few scraps of his dinner, and Ace chose to stay quiet in hopes of the muzzle staying off.

His good behavior was rewarded when Hunter stashed the muzzle in a kitchen drawer instead of putting it back on Ace. Then Hunter turned to him with a smile that promised nothing good, and Ace found himself wondering if maybe he’d prefer the muzzle after all.

“Unfortunately, the security cameras I bought are on backorder,” he began. “Luckily for you, I trust my security measures enough to leave you to roam around free while I’m away.” 

Ace tried to ignore the sick feeling that was twisting in his stomach.

“Until they arrive, I’ll expect you to tell me how you spent your day when I return home every night.” Hunter placed a hand on the back of Ace’s neck and began guiding him toward the living room. “Of course, you’ll have limits on where you can go and what you can do, and you’ll be punished if you disobey. I’ll tell you before I leave each morning if you’ll be allowed to eat, and how much, and so on.”

They had reached the couch, and Hunter sat down, pulling Ace down beside him. Ace tensed but managed to force himself not to resist when Hunter gently pulled Ace’s head down to rest in his lap. He shut his eyes and tried to ignore Hunter’s fingers combing through his hair.

“How about we practice?” Hunter said. His hand stroked through Ace’s hair. “Tell me about your day.”

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Part One

They had snuck up on you, whoever had taken you. It had been late at night after a long day of paperwork and they had gotten the drop on you. It wasn’t something you were proud to admit and you just knew that Morgan was going to be demanding that you complete extra remedial training with him.

You knew that you reminded him of his younger sisters — something about the way you acted, the mannerisms that you held had brought to mind his own family back in Chicago. Consequently, he had grown overly protective of you. It wasn’t something that bothered you, alone as you were in DC, and Morgan never let it go so far that you couldn’t do your job, so you welcomed him into your life as an older brother.

And you knew — just knew — that Rossi was going to whisk you away for a ‘vacation’. The hypocrite that he was, he’d demand that you take some time for yourself, set up a nice spa trip or mountain lodge for you…he always acted like he knew how to take a vacation and not just a couple of days off so that he could write his newest book — that was about the criminals he’d caught, thus still thinking about work.

You thought you’d already figured out where Garcia was going to place her tracking charms — she had threatened you with them before, just because you happened to get lost in thought a couple of times while out shopping with her. You didn’t think your actions required such actions. You kept finding her again, eventually, despite your tendency to wander off.

Your thoughts about how the team, your family, would react when they found you were cut off by a sharp yell you let out involuntarily.

A creaking groan had sounded from the area around your ankles and suddenly water started to flood the small cell you were in. It was a slow pour but it was coming from every direction and there wasn’t anywhere to go but up. The only entrance you could see was up and it was covered with a cross-cross metal bar door.

When the water had finally collected enough to hit your feet, you again attempted to jump up enough to reach the bars above you. The water was freezing, quite literally ice cold, and it sent your body into shivers almost immediately.

The only thing stopping you from climbing out of here were the thick and heavy chains attached to your ankles. They had no give to them, locking your feet down nearly completely.

Tilting your head back to help swallow down your tears, you made to crouch down then thought better of it, bending over to roll up your pants. It meant the water would be able to hit your skin more directly but it would also stop it from crawling up your leg prematurely.

And you weren’t going to be in here too much longer anyway. Your team was going to find you soon. You knew they were — they were the best. And they would forget about you.

Please don’t forget about me.

Part Three

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Rat: CYOA Part 2

“Um. What if we leave him tied up and then watch him?” Your voice comes out a lot less confident than you would like.

Lots of people snicker at your eyes, and Virginia gives you an amused look.

“Hey, hey, leave them alone,” she says, slinging her arm around your shoulder more harshly than necessary. “Our dear friend here is new! They’re still getting used to things around here. In fact, I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let’s start off the night just admiring how far my Rat has come.”

She motions for people to move and leads you away, telling you about the early days of captivity for the cruelly named Rat.

“- and after that, keeping Rat had been all smooth sailing! It has been so well-behaved lately, I haven’t gotten the chance to really punish it in a while. Of course, hurting it for fun is nice, but there’s something special about making something pay when it’s wronged you.” She suddenly whips you around and looks at you with predatory amusement.

“Have you ever felt that way, my friend? Have you had the chance to enjoy making your enemies pay? I mean really enjoy it. Bask in it, even.”

Before you can answer, another voice interrupts you.

“Ma’am, can I take a picture of the guest for record keeping? Everyone else is already on the books, but…” Jai trails off, gesturing aimlessly and staring at Virginia.

Virginia rolls her eyes but releases you. “I’ll find you later and we can keep talking. I can’t wait to hear your opinion on this matter.”

You and Jai watch as she walks off, already stalking her next prey in a group of exhausted-looking workers.

“So,” you say, trying to not worry about your upcoming conversation, “You need my picture?”

“Yeah. It’s so we know who was here. Just in case something happens and we, uh, need to find you.”

You nod, understanding. Based on Virginia’s story, you wonder if Rat ever had his picture taken. There’s probably an image of him, undamaged and whole, somewhere in Virginia’s records. Maybe she looks at it from time to time, marveling at her work. You shudder at the thought.

Jai stares. They seem very good at that.

“So… are you going to take the picture, or…”

“Oh. Yeah. Hold still,” they mutter and snap the picture. “What’s your name, so I can write it down?”

You give it and watch as Jai enters the information into a tablet.

“Mmm. And can I put down how you know Ms. Diaz-Hills? Or why you came to the party?”

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