#Water torture

[cyberwhumper]

"You gonna tell me why did you think it was smart to bite the fuckin' hand that feeds you? I gave you a job! And this is how you repay me!"

Baxter growls at the man tied up on the chair. He may not be physically fighting him, but that shit-eating grin was absolutely infuriating; he wanted nothing more than to bash his skull in and decorate the floor with the shards of those shitty teeth.

"How are you this dense? She's the one who asked me! I was pretty drunk an—"

Whiskey's speech is interrupted by the punch on his face, so strong it pushes the chair he's tied to completely backward with a loud noise.

"Just how many times do I have to repeat the same bullshit for you to realize how much of a moron you are? She's taking you for a ride!"

A kick in the ribs. Another. One for every time he tries to say anything to defend himself until he's left completely winded and gasping. One of the gang members pulls him up by the head, resting it on his legs as Baxter approaches him with the hose, expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement. Fuck. He knows where this is going.

"Oh come on. All this over someone who's cheating on you!?"

The water splashes relentlessly on his face. It floods his sinuses, down his throat, through every possible gap it could find. It didn't matter if he tried to hold his breath. Everyone will take a gulp of air eventually. His lungs feel like they're burning from the inside as he breathes in more and more water. Whiskey thrashes and struggles and the improvised zip ties that secure his body to the chair bite deep into his skin, unyielding. Panic and desperation flood his brain and drown out everything else around him.

He's on the verge of drowning when the water suddenly stops. He coughs and throws up water, not having any breath to even taunt Baxter back as the man mocks him for it. Allowing him very little time for recovery, the stream of water floods his lungs again, and the struggling restarts. He's trying hard to free himself, but all he's achieving is burning his wrists and ankles raw. The gurgling, an unnerving mix of him trying to desperately scream and inhaling more and more water in the process, seems to just fuel Baxter's cruelty.

"Speak up, bitch! We can't hear you!"

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#whumptober2023 #no.14 #water inhalation #OC #art #waterboarding #water torture #bruises #interrogation #abuse #restrained #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #original character #whump art #tokimeki art #Whiskey #Baxter #original story

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Wait wait

Water torture (drowning) with salt water if your whumpee has open wounds or cuts on their face

#I’m doing this #I’m so doing this #whump #water torture #my posts #my whump #whump prompts #whump ideas #controlled drowning #I think that's the term

[whump-queen]

stuff that makes me feral

aka tropes that I will never get sick of writing ✨ [tw violence, blood, electricity, water torture]

the sound they make when you yank their head back

whumpees getting kicked. kicked in the face. in the ribs. kicked into the ground.

the way they look when they’re yanked up after being nearly drowned for the fifth time— completely soaked and coughing furiously, water dripping from their hair and their face, doubled over and shivering against the cold tile—

stepontheirheadd

the way their muscles sieze up when they’re shocked. the way they go completely limp afterwards, still twitching.

put your fingers in their mouth

blood blood b̸̡̭̥̱̈́l̴̡̞̞̞̖̃̋ȯ̵̧̦̠̮͙̅͒͑͐o̵͖̝̜͂̑͒̀́d̴̠͈̮̫̂ ̸̡̱͇̜͈͐͊ḃ̴̨̻̟́ḷ̵̭͇͛̉̆o̷̻̳͔̭͌̎͑͋̂ò̸̗̄̉̍͘d̶̞͇̪̞̀̿̎ ̸̛̛̭̭̼̪̝́b̸̛̜̥̠̣̣̋̈́̿̅l̴̲̈́̈͐ó̶̧̞̩̮̈̐ͅo̸͕̒̆͂̀̇d̵̢̙̲͆͜͝͝ ̸̠̹̥̦̙̈̓̓̈̀b̵̖̥̓͂͋̊ͅl̸̨͔̲͈̏̂̋̆͜o̵̥͈̺̾̅ͅo̷̢̪͊̂d̴̹̰̄́͗̍

#shit i’ve descended into lizard brain again #whump inspo #whump prompts #dirt brain thoughts #just things im thinking about too much today #i’m captivated by blood 24/7 #fictionally guys dw #it’s aaaalll ffictiionalllll :)))) #tw blood #tw electricity #blood #electricity #violence #water torture

[kogakio]

i love the homies 💏

noteable events:

became catholic by the work of @lichen--moss , participated in the waterboarding of @razatronz , had one turn in the gex bed. it was amazing would do again 💯

#minecraft #say gex #gex bed #gex #religion #catholiscism #christianity #waterboarding #water torture #these are SOME tags

[little-peril-stories]

Febuwhump Day 25 - Waterboarding

From Fen and Freddie:

“I asked if you were ready,” Brockhurst said, and before Freddie could even move his mouth, the woman and one of the other shoved Fen’s head below the water’s surface.

Freddie thought his soul left his body and flew away. He was screaming, howling, sobbing already though Brockhurst hadn’t laid a finger on him yet today. All he could see was his friend, the girl he was hopelessly in love with and who didn’t know it, and she was bucking against the grips that held her underwater, drowning, drowning, she couldn’t breathe, she was going to die—

They released her and Fen flew backwards, splashing water across the floor, her hair soaked, the gag still in her mouth.

“Stop!” His voice was hoarse. “Stop, don’t, let her breathe, Jesus Christ, don’t—”

Brockhurst fixed him with a stare, then gestured to his hench-people. “Again.”

#febuwhump #lps fen and freddie #water whump #water torture #tw drowning #forced to watch #febuwhump cheater #whump #whump writing #I've never done a waterboarding scene #maybe someday 🤷‍♀️

[ziptiesnfries]

The Interrogation, part 2

part 1 - tag list: @gala1981 - Roux & Ambrose masterpost

CWs: water torture, manhandling, previously broken finger, creepy/intimate whumper, minor character death, blood, knives

Roux gasps and splutters as the interrogator yanks their head out of the icy water. Immediately, they start coughing, water pouring out of their mouth. Once they’re able to drag in a full breath, they start, “I t-told you—I told you everything I know—”

After Ambrose left, the interrogator came back with a metal tub, and Roux had finally cracked. The details of the job they’d been given spilled from their lips, a desperate attempt at avoiding further pain.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Even after they talked, the interrogator dragged them to the tub and pushed them under. Over, and over, and over.

The interrogator drops them. With their hands tied behind their back, they’re in no position to catch themself, and they wince as the edge of the tub smacks their ribs. They can hear the indifferent shrug in the interrogator’s voice as he says, “Boss said to dunk you anyway.”

“Why?” they demand. Why would Ambrose want them to keep getting tortured if not for information? Punishment?

They try to struggle upright, but the interrogator keeps a firm grip on the back of their neck. Again, his voice is indifferent. “Not my business.” Then he shoves them back under.

It’s getting harder and harder to hold their breath long enough, and they start inhaling water a moment before the torturer lets them up again. They lean against the edge of the tub and shiver as they hack up what they just swallowed. Water drips down their shoulders, soaking their shirt. It didn’t feel cold in here before, but suddenly it’s like the AC is on full blast. They wonder if that’s something else Ambrose ordered.

Finally, the interrogator sighs, releasing his grip. “I think that’s enough,” he mutters. “It better be, anyway.” Roux feels pathetically grateful as his footsteps recede, relieved to hear the door shut behind him.

They try to shuffle away from the tub, but they lose their balance and land in the cold puddle next to it. Their shoulder hits the floor, the movement jostling their broken finger. Shit.

Roux squeezes their eyes shut and takes a deep, shuddering breath, wishing their team would just show up and rescue them already. How long have they been here? It’s hard to tell—it feels like a long time. Interrogations never feel short, even when they are. But this hardly counts as an interrogation anymore.

They startle as the door opens again, and they find the energy to struggle up to their knees. What now? they wonder desperately. Did the interrogator change his mind? They don’t think they can survive more waterboarding.

But when they finally get themself upright, they see Ambrose approaching. Dread fills their stomach as he grins at them. “Aw, look at you—you’re soaked.”

“Fuck you!” Roux snaps. The sudden effort triggers a coughing fit, and they double over, trying not to lose their balance. Ambrose patiently waits for them to finish, quiet as they straighten up and glare at him. “I told him everything you need to know—”

“I know.” He crouches down, and they realize he’s holding a towel under his arm. “Thank you for that, sweetheart, I really appreciate it. I thought you might want to be dried off.”

They narrow their eyes, trying to figure out what kind of sick game he’s playing. “I’m fine,” they mutter. They’re still shivering, kneeling in a puddle of cold water, but whatever he’s offering, they don’t want it.

“Oh, come on, you must be freezing.” He drapes the towel around their shoulders, rubbing it up and down their arms.

They flinch away. “Don’t touch me—ah, fuck!” Their back hits the tub, and their broken finger pushes up against it. They lurch away—and right into Ambrose’s waiting arms.

For a moment, they’re so startled that they can’t even move. He wraps his arms around them, pulling them into his lap, and suddenly their head is pressed against his chest as he rubs their back. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmurs. “Oh, you’re even lighter than I thought you were …”

Their face flushes a deep red. “What the hell are you doing?” they hiss. “Let go of me!”

“Aw, but you’re just so cute like—ow!” His jaw snaps shut as they headbutt him in the chin. They only get a small moment of satisfaction before he yanks their hair back, glaring at them sternly, the same way he might scold a dog. “Hey. Don’t be like that, sweetheart; I’m trying to help you.”

They scowl back at him, still uncomfortably aware that they’re sitting in his lap. “What the fuck?” they demand. “Are you—” Their stomach twists. “Are you trying to flirt with me or something?”

For a moment, he looks confused. Then he starts laughing—a deep, full laugh, like that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “Oh, no, no, of course not. That would be like—like flirting with a teddy bear. Or a puppy.”

Their face gets even redder, their thoughts going from relieved to offended. They get the urge to headbutt him again, but he’s still gripping their hair, keeping them from moving. “I’m a fucking adult, first of all,” they snap. They’re certainly mature enough to handle romance—they just don’t want it from him.

“Oh, I know.” He grins at them fondly, and their skin crawls as his fingers scratch against their scalp. “But you’re so adorable.”

Usually, when people call them cute, Roux either brushes it off or takes advantage. After all, it’s easier to be a criminal for hire when no one expects it—and, being under five feet tall, most people expect some kind of sweet, innocent demeanor from them. Roux works with it. But here, wrapped up in Ambrose’s arms, being seen as cute is starting to feel like a serious liability.

Roux shoves their shoulder against Ambrose’s chest, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect on him. “You’re a creep,” they mutter, wishing their hands were free so they could punch that stupid grin off his face. “Let go of me!”

But the stupid grin remains, and he continues rubbing the towel up and down their arms, keeping a tight grip on them. “If you keep squirming, I’ll dunk you in the tub,” he murmurs. “Then you’ll be really cold.” He looks pleased by the idea, like he’d love to see them shiver harder.

The same thought Roux had about him earlier floats up in the back of their mind: What a goddamn freak. What’s wrong with him?

Despite the threat, and despite their violent shivering, they can’t bring themself to stop squirming. They hate having his hands on them, and he seems like he’s getting annoyed with it. “Can’t you just sit still?” he mutters.

“No. Fuck off.”

He sighs, and their stomach drops as he hooks an arm under their legs and picks them up. “Well, the tub it is, then.”

“Wait!” they gasp. “Wait, no, I—” But he’s only a step away from the tub, and before they can protest further, he dumps them in.

Suddenly they’re submerged in icy water, soaking the rest of their clothes, sloshing into their boots. They gasp at the shock of it, open-mouthed as they stare up into Ambrose’s grinning face. “I warned you.”

A violent shiver runs through them as the cold sets in. “You fucking bastard.” They lean against the side of the tub, awkwardly scooting into a sitting position so they’re not so submerged. Not that it helps; they’re soaked all the way through, and not even Ambrose’s flimsy towel could do anything about it now.

Ambrose opens his mouth—but he’s cut off by a distant banging noise. His grin disappears. He narrows his eyes as he glances at the door. “I’ll be back.”

He leaves them alone, and it’s a relief not to have him watching as they struggle to their feet. Their legs tremble with the cold as they step out of the tub, dripping water all over the floor. The towel, which was still wrapped around them when Ambrose dumped them in the water, sinks to the bottom of the tub. It probably wouldn’t do them much good with their hands still tied, but it would be nice to have something to dry off with.

The noises outside are getting louder, and Roux lets themself feel a weary sense of hope. Sure enough, when the door bangs open, a familiar figure grins at them through a black ski mask, and relief floods through them. “Roux!” Cruz exclaims. Then his face falls as he takes in their condition, hurrying over to them. “Shit. Are you okay?”

Roux lets their shoulders relax, even though they’re still shivering. “I’m fine,” they say, even though it’s not strictly true. They turn around as Cruz pulls out his knife to cut their hands free. “How long was I …?”

Cruz saws through the rope quickly. “We lost contact for four hours.” Four hours? It felt like longer than that. “This place was higher security than the client let on—no wonder you got caught.” He shakes his head, like he has a longer rant in store about the client. Roux gets the feeling that whoever hired them is getting charged full price, despite the fact that Roux didn’t get the files they were sent here for. “Anyway,” Cruz continues, “don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit. You got tortured.”

The torture wasn’t even the worst part, but Roux keeps their mouth shut. Thinking about how Ambrose acts around them sends a chill down their spine that has nothing to do with the cold, and all they want is to go home and forget about it. “Let’s just get out of here.”

Cruz gives them a look that says they’ll be discussing this later—a conversation they’re already dreading. But, for now, he just squeezes their shoulder and pockets his knife. “Right, let’s go.”

The scent of blood hits Roux as they step out into the hallway, making them slightly queasy. A familiar black-clad figure wipes her bloodstained knife on her pants. “Hallway’s clear,” Violet announces, casually stepping over a body. The face is turned away, but Roux is pretty sure it’s the guy who waterboarded them. Roux has never been quite comfortable with killing—it’s more Violet’s department than theirs—but they feel a sick sense of satisfaction that their torturer is dead now.

They don’t have time to feel guilty about it, though; they have a more pressing question. “Did you happen to see a tall, blond guy in a suit?” they ask Violet.

The same part of them that’s relieved to see the torturer dead is hoping she’ll say, Yep, the body’s just around the corner, wanna see? Roux isn’t usually one to wish death on others, but Ambrose was … unsettling. More than that—he was creepy, and it was laser-focused on them. They wouldn’t mind being rid of him for good.

But Violet shakes her head. “Nope, no one like that. We should go, before reinforcements show up.”

Roux tries to hide their disappointment, ignoring the way Cruz raises an eyebrow at them. “Right, yeah, let’s go.”

Violet leads the way, hopping over the scattering of dead bodies she left in her wake. Usually, Roux would feel a little more nauseated by that—they love Vi; they’ve never quite gotten used to her penchant for killing, though—but they’re distracted by the thought that neither Cruz nor Violet have seen Ambrose. Did he see the carnage and decide to bolt? Roux hopes so, because they can’t stomach the thought that he’s still lurking around here somewhere, waiting to pounce.

Relief washes over Roux when the team finally bursts out into the cool, early morning air, and Cruz hurries them toward the van. Roux collapses on their knees inside, and as soon as Cruz and Violet shut the doors, the van lurches into motion.

Lyon is in the driver’s seat, maneuvering away from Ambrose’s building as quickly as he can. “Status?” he asks, his voice tight with worry.

“Walking; breathing,” Roux replies, slumping against the wall.

Cruz rolls his eyes as he pulls off his ski mask. “They’ve got a broken finger, some blood on their face, and they got waterboarded.”

Lyon inhales sharply, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Jesus.”

Violet pulls off her mask, too, shaking out her long, purple hair. “I killed four guards—that’s as many as we saw. No sign of whoever was in charge.”

Roux’s chest tightens as Cruz turns his gaze on them. “Did you happen to find out who was in charge?”

They manage to keep a poker face as they nod. “He said his name was Ambrose Lacrosse. Tall, blond guy.” A real fuckin’ creep, they add in their head.

Lyon thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. “I’ve never heard of him. That doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous, though.” His voice hardens. “I’ll have to chat with our client, because if they knew he was this dangerous and sent us after his stuff anyway …” His voice trails off, and he lets out another aggravated sigh before his eyes flicker over to the rearview mirror. “You okay, Roux?”

“I’ll recover.” And they will—physically, at least. They’ve had worse injuries than this before.

“We’ll have Sonny check you out when we get back,” Lyon says, referring to the team medic. “No more missions until they clear you.” Roux bites back a groan—they should’ve expected some recovery time, but they hate being idle. They briefly meet Lyon’s eyes in the rearview mirror, and his gaze softens. “I’m sorry this happened. I never would’ve sent you if I’d known …”

They wave a hand. “It’s not your fault.”

Cruz slides to the ground next to them and wraps an arm around their shoulders, despite the fact that they’re still soaking wet. “We’re just glad to have you back in one piece.”

They sigh, leaning into his warmth, and their anxiety about Ambrose melts away. Right now, they’re safe with their team, and that’s all that matters.

#whump writing #creepy whumper #interrogation #whump #intimate whumper #rescue #water torture #waterboarding tw #manhandling #character death #knives tw #blood tw #zipwrites #oc: ambrose #oc: roux #oc: cruz #oc: lyon #oc: violet #we've got the whole squad in this one lol #roux & ambrose

[whumpetywhump]

Bad And Crazy - Ep. 1

#bad and crazy #kdrama #beaten up #choked #water torture #knocked out #falling #bruises #lee dong wook #kwhump #whump #asian whump

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whump Week - Day 2

Day TWO for @week-of-whump!! Have some Luis and a rookie Mariano!!

Prompt: "Tell me how to fix this" TWs: water torture, creepy comfort, intimate whumper

Mariano gasped, taking in harsh, ragged breaths as water dripped from his face. Curls clung to his cheeks and neck. Choked sobs filled the training room.

"This still seems to unsettle you, Marito." Luis hummed, one thumb sliding along Mariano's scalp where he gripped his hair. "Do you need a break?"

Mariano swallowed, hardly able to shake his head or snatch a breath before Luis forced him back under. Mariano's shoulders jerked and his choked whimpers were audible under the rippling surface, but Luis smiled. One hand slid along Mariano's upper back encouragingly.

This time when Luis pulled Mariano back up to sputter and cough, he looked to Manuel. The man stood there, watching every movement, every drop of water that fell from Mariano's face. His expression was as blank as Mariano's usually was. Luis smiled. "Tell me how to fix this, Manuel. You are the medic."

"The only way to make him better at taking this is to go again." Manuel said, not missing a beat. He couldn't look Mariano in the eye. "Until he can last longer without panicking."

"Indeed." Luis said, looking warmly down at Mariano. "Almost there."

Mariano nodded, shuddering as Luis pressed him back under the water. They'd keep going until Luis said he was done. Manuel wouldn't let him die.

All Mariano had to do was be better.

#week of whump #Day two #water torture #waterboarding #Intimate whumper #Creepy comfort #mage of violence #Manuel #The leader #Torture #military whump

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 10: Poor unfortunate souls

"Waterboarding"

Savaşçı 5. Bölüm

#whumptober2022 #no.10 #waterboarding #savaşçı #gifs #whump #male whump #torture #water whump #water torture #heavy breathing #can't breathe #Kağan Bozok #Berk Oktay #turkish #turkish series

[nimata-beroya]

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence, Graphic Torture, Water Inhalation, Water Torture, Waterboarding, Interrogation, Xenophobia, Homophobia, Fascism.

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb Orrelios, Original Imperial Character(s)

Chapter: 1/3

Days: 14 & 18 (chapter 1), 2, 13 & 25 (Chapter 2); & 31 (chapter 3)

Prompt: Water Torture for @badthingshappenbingo || Feed Me Poison, Fill Me ‘till I Drown, Tortured for Information & Water Inhalation for @whumptober-archive

Whumpee: Alexsandr Kallus

Words: 2,872

Summary: Kallus gets captured in a mission gone wrong by someone from his past, who is determined to break him. Across the galaxy, Zeb is willing to do whatever it takes, even defying orders, to bring his mate back, safe and sound. But time is running out.

FEED ME POISON, FILL ME 'TIL I DROWN

Chapter 1

As soon as his torturer, an ensign according to the insignia on his uniform, stops pouring water on the cloth covering his face, Kallus resists the powerful urge to breathe in. Instead, he exhales as hard as he can to expel the water trapped under the rag and clogging his airway. Once his mouth, nose, and throat are clear, he gives in to the instinct and inhales deeply, providing his burning lungs of precious oxygen. Each desperate intake that comes after is labored and interrupted by painful hacking. The way the wet rag sticks to his face doesn’t help either.

Despite his best efforts not to inhale water, it’s inevitable. Kallus has been slowly drowning for some time now. The ensign knows his waterboarding technique well. But why shouldn’t he? The junior officer is following the orders of none other than ISB Agent Prumell, with whom Kallus has a long-standing enmity. Their quarrel started at the Academy and continued throughout their ISB training and work for the Bureau.

Prumell is enjoying taking out all the grievances they’ve had along the years on Kallus, coupled with the fact that he’s a defector. His face says it all —a smug smirk and cold eyes that show how happy he is for catching Kallus.

When captured, Kallus knew he was in serious trouble when he found out that Prumell would interrogate him. He had been the only one during the ISB training to break a fellow trainee during their first interrogation practice. And that student had been Kallus. Kallus never expected back then to Prumell to dredge up the most sordid details of his past, things that he’d told nobody, and use them to get under his skin and break him.

Truth be told, he should thank Prumell for it. The incident prompted Kallus to work tirelessly on his mental and physical resistance to torture. By the end of the training, Kallus was the only one who didn’t break, not even when they brought an inquisitor in. He outlasted all his fellow trainees, including Prumell. It’s one of the many things that allowed him to graduate at the top of the class.

Prumell understood that using protocol techniques alone during interrogation wouldn't work on Kallus. He began by bringing an interrogation droid in to inject a cursory round of truth serum and pain-enhancing drugs, before switching to the brutal method of waterboarding, worthy of ancient and less civilized times. Kallus has difficulties maintaining his mental acuteness thanks to the psychotropic agents running in his bloodstream. However, Kallus gathers strength to resist the torture, holding on to the thought that his silence assures the safety of the rebellion and those who he loves. If he dies, it’ll be for a good cause. But as things are, Kallus is unsure how much longer he can withstand the torture. He’s at a breaking point.

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#whumptober2023 #no.14 #no.18 #feed me poison fill me ‘till I drown #water inhalation #tortured for information #star wars #sw rebels #fic #whump #graphic depiction of violence #graphic torture #interrogation #water torture #waterboarding #drowning #fmpfmtid #chapter 1 #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb #mare writes star wars #id in alt text

[submissivefeminist]

What’s a kink you’ve never gotten to try irl but desperately want to?

More complex water play would be cool. Water bondage scenes, head held under while being fucked. Waterboarding, possibly. I'm open to any water torture ideas and I don't have the partner/space to do it like ever.

#Anonymous #water torture #water kinks

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

BTHB 2023 - Fill 17 - Water Torture

Sometimes I just want to explore traumas that I figure out a character has, and sometimes I also want to explore the idea of "god, you know, yeah, I think that would make Mariano Act Like That as an adult"

TWs: Torture, water torture, near-drowning, whump of a minor, institutional abuse, child abuse

Shuddering, gasping coughing filled the room. Unforgiving fingers tangled in the trainee mage's dark hair, the only thing keeping the trembling boy from collapsing back into the pool. Diego waited.

The dark eyes of the instructor and his trainee met. The instructor nodded. Diego dropped the mage back under, mid-gasp. At this point, it took more strength to grant the boy air than it did to restrict it.

The mage's arms flailed, still struggling to try to push himself closer to air. The instructor wrote something down, his face still unreadable to Diego even so far into his training. He had no idea if this one was doing well, or failing. Sometimes it seemed like the criteria changed--were teenagers even really capable of passing all the tests otherwise? Some instructors had to be giving them slack.

Just as the mage's struggling began to slow and his back began to hitch, the instructor nodded. Diego brought him back up. Was his face red from the oxygen deprivation? Was it from stress? Was that water from the pool running down his face, or tears?

Diego didn't know why his chest felt tight at that thought. If these kids were almost old enough to destroy towns and spearhead invasions, they were old enough to understand the consequences of getting captured by an enemy. They were old enough to learn what enemies would do to get information. He supposed that they were old enough to learn what happened if you couldn't keep yourself safe.

Half an hour really wasn't very long at all, to the torturer of an enemy kingdom.

Down, hold, then back up. Down, hold, then back up. Diego repeated this until his shoulder began to ache. His instructor kept his gaze locked on him. He could feel him searching for any crack in his expression. Any ounce of pity, or remorse. Or guilt.

Diego made sure that there wouldn't be any.

His own son was the same age as this mage. Down, hold, up. He supposed it was just lucky that he'd been born without magic. Down, hold, up.

The little mage's struggling got weaker and weaker with every repetition. The minutes continued to tick by. Frantic coughing and gasping turned to desperate, deep breaths turned to smooth, silent breathing. The boy figured out how to subtly hold his breath, how to conceal his instinctive reactions. He stopped fighting. He began to focus on enduring.

The instructor checked his pocket watch. He wrote something else down. Down, hold, up. The boy's glasses had long since fallen off into the water. There was no attempt to grab them.

Finally, when the boy's eyes stopped even trying to flutter open, his breathing calm and even when he was pulled from the pool, the instructor capped his pen. He motioned his head towards the door.

His instructor's eyes never left his as Diego let the boy fall backwards to the unforgiving stone floor, finally releasing his grip. He did not wince at the sound of the boy's head hitting the floor. Turning, the instructor began to lead the way out. Diego risked a glance backwards as he left. Half-lidded eyes stared after him, slowly blinking.

Diego knew. The boy knew. They'd both learned the lessons that the instructor wanted to teach.

#whump #bthb #bad things happen bingo #mage of violence #the king's men #child abuse / #torture #water torture #near drowning #institutional abuse #man like no one in this kingdom is okay if they work closely under the king #it's a rough one! #this one's real dark! #no one's having a good time here! #Mariano started doing royal mage stuff at like 16 #so he's 15 here #he should be learning post post apocalyptic algebra not increasing his torture tolerance #Whump of a minor #Minor whump

[unhinderedbytalent]

Eurgh

#me #crust punk #water torture

[whump-queen]

Firstly: Happy new year!

Secondly: This is going to be the strangest thing I've ever written but, I'm watching Madagascar and the part where they're in the boat in the crates and end up going overboard to the sea gave me the whumpiest idea ever.

Just imagine trapping your whumpee in a tiny little box and throwing them into any body of water of your liking, let them panic and struggle as they scratch and hit the box desperately, probably only making it turn to it's wrong side and letting all the water in through the air holes. And if you want to be meaner, restrain the whumpee completely!

oh man this is brutal— I love all things water whump… 👀👀❤️‍🔥

maybe you give them a hammer so they can try and bash their way out as long as they’re quick enough…

#cleaning out the drafts how did this get in here #whump prompts #whump inspo #I swear I save things to drafts cuz I’m half asleep and I forget I put them there #that’s the dirt brain for ya #but yes this is a five star idea wonderful job my friend 🤝🤝👏👏 #answered asks #akias asks #water whump #water torture #drowning

[ronanziriano]

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#misono's water play #misono #hiero0301 #whump #water torture #torture #drowning #gid