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spookyboywhump · 2 years

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A snippet was the most I could manage I wanted to write something longer but you know what this will do

CW: pet whump, prong collars, asphyxiation

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“You know what your problem is?” Nicholas said casually, Zander trying to ignore the dread in the pit of his stomach as his collar was removed.

“Yes, it’s you.” He said bluntly. “If you dropped dead right now it would solve most of my issues. At least, it would be pretty funny.”

“Your problem is that you resist everything.” Nicholas said, clearly pretending he hadn’t heard him. “You resist orders, you refuse to accept your place, Cain hurt himself trying to get you to fucking move-”

“How is it my problem that he can’t lift anything heavier than a bag of flour?! He fucking earned that back pain as far as I’m concerned.” He said bitterly.

“I think,” Nicholas said, still intent on ignoring him, “That you just need some extra motivation.” Zander felt cold metal close around his throat, he instantly recognized the feeling of metal prongs digging into his neck. Nicholas made sure to lock the collar so that even when he tried to pull it away from his neck, there was nothing he could do.

“You fucking bastard!” He hissed, trying to get away from Nicholas instead. He didn’t get far though, he hadn’t noticed the leash already clipped the the collar, Nicholas snatched it up and pulled hard, causing the prongs to dig further into his throat and cut off his ability to breathe. He was struggling to gasp for air, which got even worse as Nicholas wrapped the leash around his hand, shortening it and forcing Zander up on his knees, the man smirked as he leaned down closer to his face.

“Now, sweetheart, is that any way to speak to your master?”

#whump #my writing #my oc's #zander #nicholas #asphyxiation tw #pet whump #somewhere Cain is laid up in bed because he threw his back out #trying to make Zander go somewhere he didn't want to

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seafavoured · 3 months

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@pyratezlife / ned.

𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐔𝐁 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. edward couldn't begin to describe what had possessed them into it. what terrible force had shrouded their mind and taken root. spread its tendrils throughout, to wrap 'round his heart and squeeze it black. they had stood vigil, motionless, staring into the depths of that porcelain deathbed. thick and crimson still. the paramedics had pulled the old man free of his grave but none had yet tarnished the scene.

none but edward.

it seemed a distant memory already. the way he'd shed his housecoat and stepped, bare, into the bath. submerged himself into the sickly red water ( baptized in the blood of jesus christ ). still warm. well, it had long grown cold by now, and they hadn't moved an inch. they laid within, a mockery of his father's corpse when they'd found him. spread long and languid and swallowed nearly whole by it, made one with the remnants of carnage. only their face from the nose up remained unsullied. long, dark tresses of black swirled out around him ; a terrible halo formed from the wet waves of their hair.

they had fallen asleep like that and awoke with an odd, lazy sort of contentment at odds with the context. some sordid voice in the back of their skull whispered about freedom : from expectation, from responsibility, from his father. edward was free to do whatever they liked now. lips curled slow to a grin, teeth white against their scarlet backdrop.

just as lazy, as casual, a hand drifted down the flat plane of his stomach and abdomen. a thrill took hold of them, heart racing, breath hitching, as their fingers curled about the hard length of his cock. no reservations struck him as they might have weeks ago, no cause to stop, to judge his motives. he could do whatever the fuck he liked now. hadn't they just thought that? an idle stroke pulled a moan from him. their very skin felt alight, buzzing with electricity, sensitive to touch. his grip grew firm, jerking himself off in earnest, slow but deep, thorough. languid rolls of their hips and an arched back. muscles of their arm rippling with the movement. he held a breath and dipped the last of himself beneath the waterline. stayed down as long as he could. whose hand did he imagine held him down beneath the surface? whose fist that they thrust their cock into?

they reemerged, birthed anew from the blood of their holy father. free hand wiped the blood from his face, enough to blink his eyes open and gasp a stuttering breath in the same moment he came. orgasm tore through them like a fucking hurricane, shook him bone deep and left him trembling. god, it felt like it would never let up. wave after wave, whimpering, whining through it. their father had always called them a whore. the memory struck and he began to laugh, light and breathless as the afterglow hit. only then did they hear shuffling at the entryway. big brown eyes blown wide and cast to ned, leaning against the doorframe. innocent, euphoric, ❛ hi. ❜

#pyratezlife #usfw #blood tw #asphyxiation tw #death mention tw #damn this one's fucked up i guess :)#thread. ed.#verse. college.

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whippedcloudsofcream · 1 year

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Darth Vader casually giving Doctor Aphra a severe panic attack as he attends to more pressing matters.

Doctor Aphra #12

#Doctor Aphra 12 #asphyxiation tw #choking tw #chelli lona aphra #darth vader #sana starros #my uploads #im sorry but i fucking lost it at this scene and the next issue #this is the crazy thing about comics that converge esp star wars comics #you got the A listers and S tiers doing the important heavy handed shit #and then the B/C listers doing what they do #but aphra is so traumatized by vader that she thinks he’ll drop everything and go after her #and sana in the next issue is like ‘Um…Aphra? You’re not that important. Let’s just go.’#it’s so funny reading the main comics and like vader beats the shit out of qira and aphra and sana are running for their lives #and the fucked up thing is that vader Knows aphra is there and it’s implied he makes her have a panic attack on purpose #to stay out of the goddamn way and she Does 😭😭#it was insane 😭😭

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rp-meme-world · 2 years

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angst starters: whump (for more angsty prompts, click here!) tw: injury, asphyxiation, blood, emetophobia, etc.

❝ you don’t look so good. ❞

❝ i don’t feel so good. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen you so pale. ❞

❝ i think i’m about to pass out. ❞

❝ i think i’m about to throw up. ❞

❝ if you need to throw up, just do it. ❞

❝ i think i need to lie down. ❞

❝ you need to sit down. ❞

❝ just sit down. i’m gonna call for help. ❞

❝ are you gonna be okay? ❞

❝ what the hell happened to you? ❞

❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞

❝ where is that blood coming from? ❞

❝ i’m bleeding. ❞

❝ you’re bleeding. bad. ❞

❝ there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. it happens to everyone. ❞

❝ can you pull over? like, now? ❞

❝ you are not about to puke in my car. ❞

❝ hey. you’re okay. you passed out. just relax. stay on your side. ❞

❝ no, don’t get up— ❞

❝ i’m worried about you. ❞

❝ shh, you’re okay. just focus on me. ❞

❝ it’s okay, you can close your eyes. just stay awake. ❞

❝ hey. can you hear me? ❞

❝ talk to me. i need you to talk to me. ❞

❝ no, you’re not gonna die. i promise. ❞

❝ it hurts. fuck, it hurts. ❞

❝ tell me what hurts. ❞

❝ what’s going on? are you in pain? ❞

❝ where the fuck is your epi-pen?! ❞

❝ something’s wrong. ❞

❝ why are you breathing like that? ❞

❝ it really hurts to breathe. ❞

❝ i can’t breathe. ❞

❝ i can’t see anything. ❞

❝ don’t lean back. you’ll choke. lean forward. ❞

#angst theme #blood tw #injury tw #vomit tw #emetophobia tw #asphyxiation tw #OPE #some whump for your dash #rp meme

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 10 months

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Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @winterandwords a long while ago, and I am actually going to use this one as an editing reward :)

Finished another Shattered Dreams chapter, so now I'll search these words through all the edited chapters I've done so far.

My words: kiss, kill, kind and keep

Your words: warmth, want, wonder, and wander

(No pressure) Tagging: umm, been tagging a lot lately, who've i got... lets see, how about @menagerie-of-monsters, @clairelsonao3, @k--havok, and @moonandris (only if ya'll feel like it! <3 )

and errr, CW for choking/asphyxiation XD

Kiss

Kadin POV

An idea came to him, and he sat up quickly enough that Darian startled, jerking back and reaching for that damn sword. He really needed to remember to tone down the sudden moves around his friend, or he was going to get stabbed again. It wouldn’t kill him, but it sure hurt like a bitch. “Relax, I just had a spectacular idea. No stabby stabs needed. You might even kiss me if it works.” “I highly doubt that,” Darian muttered, his shoulders slumping when he realized there was no danger. “Of course, I’d make you take a shower first. Even as desperate as I am for a good tongue wrestle, I’m not desperate enough to get ifrit ash all over my favorite robe.” Kadin raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Kill

Alaia POV

“Listen, and listen closely,” he hissed in her face when her frantic movements weakened. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will kill you both.” Black spots flashed over Warren’s irate features as Alaia stared at him, slowly suffocating under his steely gaze. His threat barely made it through the pounding of the blood trapped in her aching head; gods, she needed to breathe! He would kill her now if he didn’t stop!

Kind

Alaia POV

Her hands rose, one gripping his waist, the other pressing against the bare skin of his chest, which was hot beneath her palm. Alaia’s empathic magic flickered briefly, and for that moment she felt him everywhere, his need for her sinking into her parched soul. Serin pulled back at the sound she made, some kind of strangled whimper she didn’t even recognize, but he must’ve liked what he found because he leaned in to capture her mouth again.

Keep

Kadin POV

“Well shit, Darian, way to make my problems seem inconsequential. Here I was, wanting to complain about being so busy with my Draikon duties that I’ve only had time to go to two parties and haven’t fucked anyone in weeks.” Kadin shifted on his chair, adjusting himself. His body was not pleased about that last fact. He released a dramatic sigh when his friend quirked an incredulous brow. “One of the dragons has bonded with a mage that’s being mistreated, and he’s either been frantic and pushing me to help find her, or I’ve been wearing him around to replenish the energy he keeps pouring into her. He’s kind of a cockblocker, if you catch my drift.”

#starlit plays tag games #shattered dreams #choking tw #asphyxiation tw #im laughing at kadin btw lol #and kill was from todays edited chapter :D #twas a bit of a violent one XD #she lives btw #in case anyone was concerned #lol

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moonglowmuses · 6 months

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adam remained haunted by his past. in fact, he was so haunted that most days he felt totally BROKEN. it was a terrible thing that had happened to him. to be locked up in a prehistoric bathroom, as he had called the context of his captivity. he'd been shot and suffered sepsis. he had been asphyxiated. what else could have gone wrong? the last person he had expected to see again was LAWRENCE GORDON, and yet... he found the man standing in front of him, then and there. adam froze in his footsteps and his blood ran cold. "LAWRENCE?" his tone betrayed how afraid and alone he felt. "you promised that you'd COME BACK." adam sounded accusatory and part of him was. but another part of him wanted to blame someone, and larry was filling that position right now. "i waited for you. lawrence, do you know what HAPPENED to me?" adam swallowed hard. "what happened to YOU?" he had never found out. did lawrence bleed to death in the hallway? or had someone SAVED HIM?

@lcvenderhcze

#🐱 ( ADAM ) my name is very fucking confused. what's your name?#mental health tw #abuse tw #ptsd tw #torture tw #asphyxiation tw #kidnapping tw #shooting tw #guns tw #sepsis tw #blood tw

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nobully · 1 year

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' So where's a good scenic spot to suffocate someone in private... '

' Does it matter if they're good murder spots? I guess Nicolette can take care of any guys that try to mug us in the middle of it. '

Gotta get the first date right.

#asphyxiation tw #murder mention

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gyro-draws-stuff · 7 months

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Bad End 01/??: Someplace Warm and Damp

Should have been more careful with those specimens, Beckett, old chap.

#Beckett (OC)#mushroom wizard #Fandomless OC #Non Fandom OC #Wizard OC #Goretober 2023 #eye horror tw #eye trauma tw #asphyxiation tw

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gcldfanged · 7 months

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21 [Veld - monstersmade]

021. — Force my muse’s head under water.

Having water constantly poured on him didn't seem so bad in theory, he figured the pressure might start to make his neck sore (depending on how he was restrained), but failed to take several things into account.

They were underground in the dark and with his clothing waterlogged, he was struggling to contain the natural urge to shiver from the chill. Not only that, but he could barely see when the next bucket was coming with his hair plastered over his eyes from the deluge. Each downpour came as an unwelcome jolt to the system, sometimes Verdot would stop and let him have a 'rest period', seemingly, then douse him again. This continued for hours.

Miserable as he was, he was slightly regretting having underestimated water curing as a form of legitimate torture. He refused to speak, refused to make eye contact when his head was wrenched back. It was unpleasant to sit through, but not enough to make him start feeling true fear.

Arms steeled with thick corded muscle yanked him out of the chair, his hand still bound behind him by tight cuffs. Bent over a what looked like a water trough for domestic chocobos, his mentor shoved him facefirst into the basin. His eyes clenched shut, water flooded his ear canals, his lips tightened. He could hold out.

But Verdot didn't hoist him back up like he was expecting. All of his upper body strength was leveraged against the back of Yoon's neck and base of the skull as a few air bubbles expelled from his nose rose to the surface. The agent felt his chest begin to constrict, beginning to try and muscle his way back up due to the lack of oxygen. He bucked like an angry bull, muffled noises from the depth of his throat getting garbled by the water. His mind was racing, was the elder agent actually going to let him pass out?

Jae was pulled back just as his mouth gasped open, getting a mouthful of water and some (thankfully) air lodged in his throat, pharynx burning as he coughed and sputtered. He was barely given three seconds before he was shoved down again, getting the cold liquid up his sinuses and flooding the inside of his mouth. Again and again he was brought back from the brink, stuck in a hellish limbo of just barely having enough air to not suffocate, but also having water caught half in his airways. He gagged and threw up at some point, it was all water. It poured from his throat as he continued to heave even more out onto the floor.

He was exhausted, his limbs could barely move. The recruit was visibly shaking, his bloodied knees trembling as they barely supported his weight. Without realizing it, he'd passed out near what he thought was the end.

Jae-hyo awoke to Verdot hastily unfastening the cuffs keeping his hands bound and rolling him onto his side in case he needed to retch again. His waterlogged hair was carefully pushed back out of his face, a large thumb rough with calluses opening his left eye to check for a response. He wasn't sure if his pupil constricted or what cue he gave away, because he couldn't even move if he wanted to, unable to keep his heavy lids open- going slack in his mentor's arms as a thick blanket was wrapped around his shoulders.

"Shh, I've got you kiddo," Verdot muttered against against the crown of his skull, feeling the rasp of his facial hair the the craggy scar tissue marring his cheek.

Stormy grey-blue eyes cracked open, glancing almost dreamily at the ceiling.

"Did I..." Fuck, was that his voice?

"Did I fail the exercise?" Jae rasped, feeling hot tears of shame gathering at the corners of his eyes and spill down his already damp cheeks.

Verdot only held onto him tighter, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades in a calming fashion.

"No... No, you did great. You did so well, you were so good for me."

For some odd reason the answer made him finally crumble, heaving out some horrible utterance caught between a sob and a laugh of relief, burying his face into the warmth of Verdot's torso- Their hands clasped together hard enough that he was certain the elder man's watchband would leave an imprint in his skin.

#monstersmade #◈ WRITING #◈ five fingers two black hooves [ic]#torture tw #waterboarding tw #asphyxiation tw

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dogsprite · 2 years

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(Put the dolls away)

(Get rid of your weaponry)

(Claw out your fingernails)

(Dispose of the body)

#Death Note #Misa Amane #Light Yagami #(dead)#art #strangulation tw #asphyxiation tw

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spookyboywhump · 2 years

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WRITING????? SOME WRITING???????

CW: pet whump, beating, asphyxiation

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Nicholas had let them out of their cell that day. It was an unpleasant surprise to the both of them, nobody other than Cain ever opened that door, and for a moment the two of them sat there silently, staring at him, until he rolled his eyes and *ordered* them out. Wren didn’t know if Zander felt the same way, but he was far too nervous to refuse.

“Where the fuck is Cain?” Zander asked bluntly as they followed Nicholas back into the main part of the house. The man didn’t answer at first, and Wren would’ve left it at that but he pressed him again anyway. “Huh? Where’s your boyfriend at, why isn’t he the one letting us out-” “He’s running late. He asked that I allow you two out though, but if you don’t shut your mouth I’ll gladly return you to your room. I wouldn’t mind some alone time with the puppy.” He said, and Zander immediately went silent. Wren could feel his face going red just from the suggestion, the way Nicholas spoke about him always made him sick.

They were ordered to kneel in the living room so Nicholas could keep an eye on them while he waited for Cain. He’d purposefully pulled Wren closer to him when he sat down, gently petting his hair with one hand. Wren found himself looking to Zander, wishing there was something he could do to help him, to get him away from him, but they both knew he couldn’t, not now anyway. He tried to just let himself relax, zone out and focus on anything else. This would stop as soon as Cain arrived, Nicholas would have to take his hands off him then. He just didn’t know how long that would take, and once again he was reminded how much he hated relying on Cain for his safety. He winced as Nicholas suddenly tangled a hand in his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look up at him.

“There you are, pretty thing…” He hummed. “I’ve missed you, you know.” He said, smiling at him. Wren started to respond to him, say something mean and snarky, but he chose not to, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes at him instead. Anything to avoid giving away just how scared he was around him. It seemed to bother him enough that he let go of his hair only to roughly push him away from him, like he didn’t want him now that he wouldn’t react how he wished he would. He considered it to be a blessing, immediately going to sit at Zander’s side. He felt safer almost immediately.

“You’re an awfully annoying pair.” Nicholas said, casually leaned back on the sofa as he looked them over. “Cain really did such a poor job training the two of you, were you my pets you’d never get away with the way you behave.”

“Glad we aren’t yours then.” Zander snapped at him, glaring at him from his spot on the floor.

“No, you’re not mine… yet, anyway.” He said, causing the boys to exchange a worried glance. “I mean, Cain has already started bringing up the idea of us living together, and if that were the case, you would be under my supervision relatively often.” He said, looking somewhat amused at the idea. “And really, imagine if we were to get married, I think you two would become our property, you would just be stuck with us for the rest of your miserable lives.”

“Gross.” Wren muttered under his breath. He had his doubts about whether or not either man could actually feel love, but still, the idea that they could be so deeply in love with one another that they would get married was making him sick. He kept his eyes on the floor when Nicholas turned is attention back to him, and Zander seemed to instinctively put an arm around his shoulders, and for just a moment, he thought it would be funny to bother Nicholas. He wouldn’t act out directly, that would be too risky, so instead, he just cuddled up to Zander’s side, rested his head against him, and then looked at Nicholas, locking eyes with him. He failed to suppress a smile, and at first he thought it was hilarious seeing that flash of rage and jealousy in his eyes- but that very quickly changed.

His expression suddenly went cold again, and he got to his feet. Wren’s first thought was to stay close to Zande, he was scared Nicholas would try to yank him away, but he realized Nicholas wasn’t actually looking at him. Instead, his attention was on Zander.

Zander barely had time to question him before he was suddenly grabbed by the collar, roughly pulled away from Wren so he had no choice but to let go of him. He didn’t have time to even try to defend himself before Nicholas hit him in the face, sending a spattering of blood onto the white rug as Zander cried out.

“What the fuck?!” He shouted, but Nicholas just hit him again, and Wren jumped to his feet in a panic, he wasn’t thinking he just knew ne needed to stop this.

“Let go of him!” He begged, grabbing onto Nicholas’ arm, and while he did let go of his hold on Zander it was only to roughly push Wren to the floor, nearly knocking him on his back, but he still desperately tried to plead with him, hurrying to get on his knees. “Please- he- he didn’t do anything!” He cried, and Nicholas sneered at him, bringing a foot down on Zander’s back as he tried to stand back up.

“He didn’t need to do anything, now did he?” He kicked Zander onto his side, not giving him any chance to catch his breath before he kicked him in the stomach, the man gasping as he struggled to breathe.

“S-sir, please, just- just punish me instead!” He begged, but Nicholas ignored him, there was a reason he wasn’t taking this out on Wren, he wanted Zander to suffer for what he had done Zander could’ve fought back, but he wouldn’t, not when Cain would be back any moment, all he could do was attempt to protect himself as Nicholas continued to beat him mercilessly.

Wren wasn’t sure when he’d finally tire himself out or be satisfied, but finally he seemed to give up, after resting his foot on Zander’s throat and cutting off his ability to breathe for a few moments, he finally stepped back. Wren could see Zander more clearly now, lying limp on the floor, for a moment he thought he was unconscious but he could see his eyes barely opened, he looked dazed as he looked around, finally looking to Wren, and he looked so sad and hurt, it broke his heart. He didn’t care if it would upset Nicholas more, he jumped up and hurried over to him, carefully helping him to sit up before he knelt down with him. If it bothered Nicholas, which he was sure it did, he didn’t say anything.

The attack seemed to have ended just in time as they heard the front door, and Cain’s voice call through the house letting them know he was home. For a moment, the boys held their breath, thankful this was finally *over*, they could finally be left alone. Nicholas seemed to compose himself in time for Cain to walk into the room, looking downright exhausted until he saw the state Zander was in. He looked shocked for a moment, but that quickly shifted to anger as he narrowed his eyes.

”What did you do?” He asked sternly.

“I didn’t-!” Zander started, only for Nicholas to cut him off.

“He tried to bite me when I reached for the pup. I normally would let you handle his punishments darling but, I felt he could use a more immediate lesson.” He said calmly, and Cain didn’t seem to think twice about it.

“No, that’s fine, the fucking mutt has to learn somehow.” He said, sounding irritated as he approached Zander, only to abruptly slap him across the face. “I thought I’ve told you to fucking behave!” He snapped. “You can’t follow one simple order?! And you went and got blood on my carpet?!” When Zander tried to throw his arms up to defend himself from another strike Cain grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to face him.

“W-wait- sir, that- that’s not what happened!” Wren tried to insist, but Nicholas spoke up the second it looked like Cain would give him any consideration.

“Really love? You’re going to lie for that useless mutt?” He said, sounding disappointed. “I thought you could be good, good boys don’t lie to their owner, do they?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. Somehow Wren got the feeling that if he didn’t go along with it, Nicholas would only make the situation much worse for them.

“N-No… no sir…” He whimpered, looking away when Cain glared at him.

“Stay there, and keep your mouth shut.” He ordered him, pulling Zander to his feet by his hair and leading him away, the man swearing under his breath as he was forced to follow him, leaving Wren alone with Nicholas. Somehow he had a feeling that he wasn’t just taking him back to their cell.

He wanted to just keep his head down, reaching a hand up to wipe at his eyes as he struggled to keep from crying. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t know Nicholas would lash out like this, especially not at Zander. He couldn’t believe it was his fault this had happened, and more than anything he wished he could just apologize to him, wished he could at least just be with him. He tensed up when Nicholas knelt down behind him, pulling him into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek that had him shivering in disgust.

“Are you happy, love?” He asked, his voice low. “Was all this worth it?”

It wasn’t, he never would’ve done it if he thought this would happened, but he refused to admit that to Nicholas, instead choosing to keep his mouth shut, just like he’d been told to. He didn’t want to cause any more trouble, after all.

#whump #my writing #my oc's #wren #zander #cain #nicholas #pet whump #beating #asphyxiation tw #i want to write a second part #with zander's thoughts and the aftermath #i just #dont know when #i can do that #idk how good the editing is #im very tired #and my limbs are being weird #so here you go!

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