#impailed whumpee

[hurtthemgently]

The gardener and the bug

Pt 4: The day after

Masterlist

Cw: Gore, tiny whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, non con touching, sadistic whumper, torture, restraints, impalement, blood, pincushion whumpee, whumpee with healing abilities.

Healing was exhausting. Once his leg had healed, It didn’t take long for Maze to fall asleep. He woke up sometime before dawn, much earlier than usual. He couldn’t get back to sleep.

Something moved outside, and he looked to see the gardener walking along the path into the woods. He decided not to care. It was a comfort, knowing that his captor and tormentor was away, and that he’d be able to see when they returned. He tried to eat some bread that they’d left for him. At least he felt a little better.

They’d left the window open, maybe to torment him with how close escape was, but for the moment, he appreciated the gentle breeze. He felt like laying on the pile of cloth, and stretching his back. He would take every moment of quiet he could get.

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Briar skipped along the path, excited to test out some ideas with their favorite cutie. They found him dozing on the piled cloth, the soft morning sunlight wreathing him in a glow.

They gently wrapped up the cloth and placed the sleeping pixie on their work table. He stirred but didn’t fully awaken.

Vines entangled his wrists, and he startled. “Hey! What are you doing? Wha-” his eyes widened when he saw the long thorn in Briar’s hand. It was longer than his arm, and wickedly sharp.

“No, no, please…” he squirmed at the hold around his wrists, kicking in the air. They brought the thorn behind him, out of sight. He cried out when he felt the slight tap just under his ribs.

The tip pressed into his back, slowly pushing in. He screamed as the pain sunk in, and through. It was sharp enough that it didn’t press out, and severed his skin cleanly. Gasping, he looked down to see the tip of the thorn poking out, covered in blood. Spots danced in his vision. It was beyond hurting, a dull tearing, a dizzying ache.

He could feel himself slipping, the haze settling around his head. He barely felt the pain anymore, just the sick nausea. His vision slowly cleared, and he saw blood, all over his torso, down his legs, and pooled on the desk beneath him.

But the skin healed. He felt it inside too. The dark, horrible feeling that always came immediately after he’d healed.

It was still a relief, compared to the awful piercing.

The vines around his arms and shoulders lowered, and he felt the pool of blood under his feet. They still held him upright. He winced as a sharp fingernail tilted his head up.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already! I was just getting started, would be such a shame for you to pass out so soon!” They set their chin on the edge of the table.

He hated seeing his reflection in their glasses. The blood was soaked into his clothes, dripping down his legs. More trailing from his nose and mouth. There wasn’t even a scratch where there was a stab wound a second ago. The dizziness was going away.

They laid out a set of sewing pins on the table in front of him.

He cried, jerking against the vines. More screams as they pushed the needle through his chest. This time, he felt a burning spread up through his chest, into his throat. Blood- pooling inside his lungs. The dizziness kicked in immediately.

No more sounds came out when he tried to scream. Only blood. Another pin and he couldn’t see anymore. This one came from a different angle, as if to maximize his suffering. The third and final- and he slumped in the restraints.

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When he came too, the bloodied pins lay on the table. So did he, no longer held up around his arms. A single vine wrapped around his ankle, but nothing more.

“Oh! Thought I’d lost you there for a second! I had to use some magic to get the blood from your lungs. I think that’s enough for today- you have lost a lot of blood. At least for you..

“I’ll leave you a moment to recover, then we’ll get you cleaned up.” They left him, barely breathing, barely awake on the table.

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[painsandconfusion]

How about good ole’ fashion impailment?Metal rods, pipes, tree branches, curtain rod, etc

Maybe whumper is slowly approaching, but whumpee can’t get away due to the rod through their torso

-hurtthemgently

getting stuck in doorways like

#gore #impailment #sand asks