#it was not supposed to be as whumpy as it was but i physically cant write happy content

[brutal-nemesis]

EoS: Rescue O’Clock

FYI There’s a bit of a time gap (like 6-7 hours) between this chapter and the previous one but all the in between stuff is just like more torture and I’m thinking of ordering that stuff a little differently. I just wanted to get to this bit because :) I think it’s fun :)

 Ingredients: restraints, needles, betrayal, sort of mock execution/death threat, mouth sewn shut (the process is not described), dehumanization, referenced paralyzation

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Jairus couldn’t sleep. But how could he? His feet were slashed to hell, the burn on his chest stung horribly, the “cot” in his cell was practically just a piece of wood, and the col...that thing around his neck was incredibly uncomfortable. Oh, and his arm was full of fucking barbed wire. Not that it hurt that much if he could keep it still, but even when it wasn’t lighting his arm on fire, he could still feel it in there, and that was horrifying in itself. He’d been rendered completely powerless in a matter of hours, and his body was already littered with constant reminders. So yeah, he couldn’t sleep. 

He didn’t know how long he laid there in a state of half-consciousness, fighting the urge to toss and turn. He had finally almost dozed off when he heard a wooshing sound, like a gust of wind. Cautiously opening his eyes, he felt his blood run cold. That witch had teleported in his cell. Jairus quickly sat up, ready to make things as difficult as possible for her. But as she walked towards him, Jairus realized it wasn’t Einn at all. In fact, it was someone he was very glad to see.

Before Jairus could stop her, Elitar had wrapped him in a tight hug. He fought back a scream as the pressure of her embrace squeezed the barbed wire into the flesh of his arm. 

“Ah, could you-not-”

“What the hell did you get yourself into,” she asked, pulling back to look him over. Jairus gently pushed her away from his left arm before answering.

“I’m-look, can we talk about this once we’re out of here? Just get this stupid thing off me first.” Jairus yanked the chain attaching his collar to the wall.

“Of course, of course.” Elitar muttered a simple spell and the chain snapped. “I’ll get it all the way off once we’re back, don’t you fret. Get on up now, you don’t want me to teleport while you’re sitting down.” She grabbed his right hand and pulled him up. Jairus stood without thinking, pain exploding in his feet the moment they touched the ground. Falling back onto the cot, he stifled a scream as Elitar looked at him with concern.

“She-my feet-I forgot,” Jairus huffed through gritted teeth as the agony in his feet started to die down.

“Captured for a day and you’re already this helpless.” Jairus shot her a pained glare, and she laughed. “Kidding, kidding. Here,” she bent down and slid one arm under his knees and the other along his back. Jairus shifted his left arm, careful that she didn’t grab onto it. With some difficulty, Elitar stood up and quickly muttered the same teleportation spell she had used to get there.

In the blink of an eye, they were in Elitar’s workshop. Jairus felt himself relax at the familiar sight of its cluttered workbenches covered in scattered papers, potion ingredients, and gemstones of all shapes and sizes. Grunting, she set him down on the padded table in the center of the room and started to clear it of clutter. “Well, what exactly did they do to you?”

“They just, you know, cut my feet a bunch and burned me with a knife and, uh, put some barbed wire in my arm. For the stuff that you need to heal.” 

“How did they get barbed wire in your arm? Shouldn’t it heal itself too fast for something like that?” Elitar had finished clearing the table and began mixing something at one of the workbenches. 

“They had this...what does it matter? They put in there, that’s all you need to know to fix it, right?” He wasn’t afraid to talk about it at all, he just didn’t need to right now. And he was tired. That was all. “Where is everyone?”

“Asleep. They were up all last night worried about you.” Elitar sighed. “I had to force them to get some sleep. And no,” she cut Jairus off as he opened his mouth, “I’m not going to wake them. The whole incident has already scarred them enough without seeing you...like this. I’ll get you fixed up and you can see them in the morning.”

“But you can’t use water magic, how are you gonna-”

“You think all these potions are for show? And your arm will heal itself, at least.” Jairus fought back a wince as she gently grasped his arm and examined it. “Go ahead and lie down.” Jairus’s gaze shot to the leather straps dangling off the table before he could stop himself, his heart rate beginning to spike. No, no, he was safe. Elitar wouldn’t do that to him right now. She only did it that one time because she had to. 

But what if she had to again?

“I-I’d rather just, uh, stay sitting, if that’s okay. I mean, I’m fine to lay down, it just, uh, hurts...my arm.” Elitar sighed in response.

“Considering the fact that I’m about to put you to sleep,” she walked over and pushed him down so many hands grabbing his unresponsive body and laying it on the table no stop get off, “it’s best if you’re lying down.” 

“Right. No that’s fair. It’s all good. I get it.” Jairus shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable, deluding himself into thinking he was in his own bed. “Hey, uh, you’re going to take this...metal thing off me, right?”  

Elitar turned and gave him a confused look. “Of course. I’ll take care of everything once you’re out. All you need to do,” she held up the syringe she had prepared, “is hold still.” Jairus nodded and watched it move towards his neck she was going to paralyze him his right arm, trying to relax his muscles. He was safe now, he was just being paranoid. He was...

Jairus expected to wake up to pain, but not this much. His face felt like it was on fire, particularly around his mouth. He tried to open it, but pain flared up as soon as he tried to move his lips. Something was keeping them together. 

Stitched together.

His eyes shot open. He was still in the workshop, still lying on the table. He tried to sit up, but something stopped him. Horror began to sink its icy fangs into his rapidly beating heart as he looked down at his body. Leather straps encircled his body.  Elitar really had restrained him. Instead of healing him, helping him, she’d strapped him down and stitched his mouth shut. She’d left that collar around his neck. He felt his breathing hasten as doubt wormed its way into his mind. Was Einn right? Had Elitar just been using him? No, no, no there had to be some kind of mistake. She was like a mother to him, she said he was part of the family. This wasn’t Elitar’s doing. It couldn’t be.

But it was. 

“I see you’re finally awake. I considered just finishing the job while you were still out, but I’d rather you not die in blissful ignorance of how much of a fuck up you are.” Elitar stood over him, distaste written all over her face. “You had one fucking job, dragon hybrid.” She shook her head. “You were just supposed to kill the demon hybrid. That was all. One easy task. But could you do it? No. No, you had to take pity on her and run off, and my useless children couldn’t even stop you. And then you got yourself captured.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Pathetic. I knew I shouldn’t have used a street rat for this.” Jairus shook his head in disbelief, each sentence hitting him like a punch in the gut. 

“So now I have to clean up the mess you’ve made. But I’ll do you one kindness. My children are never going to find out how much of a failure you are. I won’t let them see the pathetic thing you’ve become.” Elitar drew her knife, pointing the sharp tip directly at his heart. “I’m going to put you out of your misery. So be grateful.” Jairus was  frozen under the blade, this couldn’t be happening, he didn’t want to die, he couldn’t, not yet, not here, not now, Elitar please please don’t do this what did I do wrong I-

The scene shifted before his eyes, the cold gray of the workshop warming to a familiar reddish brown. The knife at his heart was removed, the woman holding it still familiar. Jairus felt sick to his stomach as Einn’s face broke out into a twisted grin. “The look on your face,” she laughed, momentarily unable to hold in her delight, “That was absolutely worth it. I’m sorry, dear little dragon,” she leaned down over him, ruffling his hair, “I wouldn’t let you get away that easily.”

TAGS: @galaxywhump

#finished writing this while watching a stream lets gooooo #my own evil makes me smile sometimes #please let me know how obvious it was that there was something sus goin on #i didn't intend for it to be too sneaky but I Am Curious #elitar is not that much of a bitch i swear #einn was just being sneaky with the illusion magic bs #it was not supposed to be as whumpy as it was but i physically cant write happy content #so every single thing *elitar* did just became. whumpy #can't use quotes so i have to use asterisks #now onto things involving other ocs :o #jairus #einn #elitar #end of summer #needles cw #betrayal cw #mouth sewn shut #dehumanization cw #i wrote something