#was half tempted to continue writing this scene <- zero experience writing smut let alone nsfwhump

[whumpacabra]

Day 22 Alt. - Broken

Torture, burns (graphic), fire, broken ribs, broken glass mention, implied noncon (fade to black)

[Directly follows Chihuahua]

“Please!” The scream tore from his throat before he could stop it, terror crackling like lightning in his skin. His ears didn’t process what he had said until Smith was holding a fistful of his hair, waving the red hot iron too close to his already burned throat.

“What was that, hm?” His voice was thick with amusement, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. Wolf shivered, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn’t beg. He wasn’t broken - not yet, not yet -

His world flashed white with agony, the branding iron pressed against his bloodied cheek and rolled down his face and neck, bubbling skin sloughing away as his blood sizzled, burning black on the glowing metal. Wolf came back to himself slowly, the pleas on his lips interspersed with choked sobs that only made the burns stretch and warp over broken flesh.

“Please, please - please stop. I can’t - I - I - please. It hurts, please, I’m going to die I can’t - I - I - I can’t - “

“Shush, shushhh.” The branding iron clattered, set back in the glowing mouth of the furnace. “Shut up and maybe I’ll be gentler on the other side.”

That was different. Different was new and new was bad. Smith was supposed to ask him - name, who hired you, who do you work with - but all that came was a hand grabbing his burned face.

Wolf screamed, tears blurring his vision at the contact, singed nerve endings glowing with blinding pain. He flailed, trying to pull away, dislocated arms useless to pry the hand from his jaw as another closed around his throat, nails digging into the tender, exposed flesh.

“Please! Let - don’t touch me, please, I can’t - stop! Just stop, please!” He was nauseous, brain muddied by the agony but still aware of how deeply unpleasant it would be to retch while Smith was still holding him. (Smith would make him clean it up however he saw fit -)

“You want this to stop, little wolf?” His keening whimper was the only reply he could make, words dead on his tongue as Smith dug his nails deeper into the fresh burns. “What would you do to make it stop?”

The rational part of Wolf’s mind snapped back into place, pain distilling terror to understanding. Smith wanted to hear him say ‘anything.’ And, to his disgust and shame, he was ready to say just that.

But his moment of hesitance was too long.

Smith threw him to the ground, Wolf’s broken ribs scraped across already bloodied glass shards. The ringing in his ears almost drowned out the sound of metal scraping against metal. A flush of sickly warmth told him the furnace had opened again, the iron glowing as gold as Smith’s false tooth.

“Slow on the uptake, hm?” Wolf curled tighter into a ball, ignoring the glass shards digging into his side and legs. His whines were dissolving into sobs. “Quit your cryin’ you little bitch or I’ll…I’ll give you something to cry about.”

The sound of the branding iron being set down shouldn’t have made Wolf weep in relief, but he did so anyway. In his petrified fear of the fire, he forgot there were worse tortured than bloodied skin and broken bones.

A hand wrapped around his ankle, dragging him away from the broken glass and blood to a (so far) unsullied stretch of concrete.

“Ready for something to cry about, bitch?” Smith’s whisper growled too close to his ear, the man’s weight straddling his back and a hand digging nails into his burned shoulder pinning him down. The clatter and rustle of a discarded belt was drowned by his frenetic heartbeat and panicked sobs.

At least it wasn’t the fire.

[Directly before Phantom Hands]

(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #alternate prompt #broken #oc #whump writing #captivity #torture #fire #burns #branding iron #implied noncon #fade to black #freelancers #was half tempted to continue writing this scene <- zero experience writing smut let alone nsfwhump #but I think ending it here works just as well. I don’t really like reading nsfwhump it just seems appropriate given this story and charactr #anyways remember when I said I’d decide how dark I’d let this get? yeah we’re there. #we'll be whumping Harrison again in a few days. gotta give poor wolf a break.