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livelaughwhump · 25 days

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what about elliot´s teammates having to restrain him for his own good, maybe he got flashbacks and got violent, like hitting his teammates and won´t calm down, i feel a lot of whump potential

i understand if its not your cup of tea in case you dont feel like writing it

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Oooh, this is an excellent idea😈🥰 Thanks so much for the request!!

Content: flashback, knife violence, brief mention of blood, self-hatred, restraints, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know

The team wasn't unfamiliar with Elliot's flashbacks. They were typically triggered by small things, like loud noises or dark rooms, and they all manifested the same way; with Elliot frozen in place, tears leaking out of the corners of his wide, unblinking eyes and unintelligible mumbling followed by intense trembling of his whole body.

The team had witnessed many of these, and they'd learned a few methods to help bring Elliot out of it. The first was that Elliot seemed to respond best to physical touch, usually in the form of someone gently holding his hands. The second was kind words spoken softly and calmly into his ear. Finally, the third was patience. It wasn't easy to bring Elliot out of a flashback, especially when it was triggered by something larger. So, in order to bring him out of it, it was important for whoever was with him to be patient and calm throughout.

But nothing, not even the gentle methods the team had learned, could have prepared them for just how bad his flashbacks could get.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. The day started the same as always; the team ate breakfast together in the living room, Elliot sitting on the couch with his single slice of plain toast and cup of peppermint tea. He ate quietly, while the rest of the team chatted happily, making jokes and laughing with each other. Normally, he'd only eat about half of it, but on this particular day, he ate nearly the whole thing and drained his entire cup of tea.

He handed Landon the small sliver of toast he hadn't eaten, just like he did every morning, and stood up to take his empty mug to the kitchen. Elliot liked the routine. It was familiar and easy. Not much was expected of him, but it was just enough that he still felt useful. He liked making his own breakfast and doing his own dishes. He liked not being expected to talk when he didn't want to. As hard as it was to admit to himself, he liked his life with the team. They were nice to him. He trusted them.

As he was washing his mug in the sink, he couldn't help but stare out the window. Spring was swiftly approaching and Elliot couldn't look away as the morning rays of sun spilled through the gaps in the tree branches. He longed to go out there, to feel the warm sun on his face and the gentle breeze whistling through his hair.

Elliot couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside. It felt like years ago. It wasn't like he wasnt allowed to go outside. Of course he was...right? He'd never explicitly asked, but surely his friends wouldn't deny him that right. It's just that it was too cold before, that's all. There couldn't possibly be another reason.

"Elliot?"

The sound of another voice in the quiet kitchen pulled Elliot out of the endless spiral that was his thoughts. He started and gasped, only then realizing that the sink in front of him was quickly overflowing.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Elliot exclaimed, quickly draining the water. His muscles tensed as he prepared to be hit.

"No need to be sorry, sweet," Broderick's voice said from behind him. Chills scurried up the back of Elliot's neck as he felt the looming presence of the medic but didn't turn to look at him. "It was an accident. Did you get distracted?"

Elliot suppressed a flinch. "Y-Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry. It-It won't happen a—" Elliot's mind went white as he felt Broderick's presence grow closer, the wood creaking beneath his feet. Elliot's whole body froze.

"El?" Broderick said. "You all right? You look a little pale."

Dull images flashed through Elliot's mind, none of which he could comprehend. They swirled together and dissolved like salt in the sea, invisible but impossible to deny the lingering taste. The sudden influx of repressed memories left a rotten taste in his mouth; memories of Christian softly approaching him from behind, touching him, dragging him to the bedroom, stripping him of his dignity. He couldn't take it. The panic set every nerve in his body on fire, and as Broderick's gentle hand fell upon Elliot's stiff shoulder, all hell broke loose.

Elliot swiftly turned and slapped Broderick's hand away. "Don't touch me!" He shouted, tears stinging his eyes.

Broderick backed up, eyes wide with confusion. "Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to startle you."

The next thing Elliot knew, there was a soapy knife in his hand. He didn't remember how it got there, but he shakily pointed it at Broderick regardless. "Get away from me!" He demanded, voice quivering almost as much as the knife in his fist.

Broderick was dumbstruck. "Elliot, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just trying to—"

"Shut up!" Elliot interrupted. "D-Don't come any c-closer! I'll k-kill you!"

Broderick took a small, risky step toward the panicked boy before him. His voice was gentle and soft as he said, "Elliot—"

Elliot didn't waste a second before he swung the knife, slicing a thin gash across Broderick's forearm. Broderick gasped and hissed and stumbled backward just in time for the rest of the team to spill into the room.

"What is going on?" Karine questioned. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. "Elliot?"

Tears were steadily trickling down Elliot's face. "L-Leave me alone! I w-won't let you t-take me! I won't!"

"Darling, no one is taking you anywhere," Yvonne tried to reassure him. "Please, put the knife down. It's just us."

"I don't think he's seeing us, Yve," Karine whispered. "Landon, I'm gonna need you to try and discreetly sneak up behind him and grab the knife. The three of us will distract him."

Lyra was frozen in place, unable to process what they were seeing.

As Landon soundlessly slipped away, Karine held out her hands placatingly. "Elliot, buddy? I'm gonna need you to put the knife down, okay? We're not gonna hurt you."

Elliot took a step back, arms shaking. "I w-won't let you t-take me!"

"We're not gonna touch you, I promise," Karine said. "We just wanna talk. Please put the knife down. You're gonna hurt yourself."

Elliot stood his ground, completely unaware of the giant man looming behind him. In one swift movement, Landon grabbed Elliot and plucked the knife out of his hands.

Elliot screamed in what could only be described as pure terror. He kicked and flailed, his fist nailing Landon right in the mouth before Landon caught both of his wrists and manhandled him. Elliot fought with every ounce of strength he could muster.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" Elliot cried.

Landon wrapped him in a tight hug and whispered soothingly into his ear, "It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, buddy. You're safe." Over and over again.

Elliot's struggling didn't cease, and eventually, Karine had to grab hold of his flailing legs as well to prevent him from injuring anyone else, most of all himself. "Set him on the ground!" Karine shouted over Elliot's screams.

Lyra watched, tears blurring their eyes as Elliot was restrained and wrestled to the floor, all while sobbing and screaming and begging. The sight made their insides churn and their throat tighten.

Elliot sobbed and squirmed, but his fighting did little to free him. "P-Please, l-let me go. Wh-Why are you d-doing this?"

"You've gotta come back to us, buddy," Karine said in the most gentle voice she could. "You're home, safe and sound. No one is going to hurt you anymore. Just take a deep breath." Karine glanced over her shoulder at Lyra, who was still as a statue. "Lye? Can you grab us a weighted blanket please? Lyra? Lyra!"

Lyra snapped out of it, their focus shifting from Elliot to Karine. "Y-Yes. I-I'll be right back." They hurried into their room and grabbed the heaviest weighted blanket they had. When they returned, Karine had released Elliot's legs and Landon only had a loose hold on Elliot's upper half.

The boy had ceased his struggling and had instead dissolved into a sobbing mess. As Lyra handed off the weighted blanket to Karine, Landon released Elliot. The blanket was draped over Elliot's shaking body.

"Lyra? Maybe you should try to talk to him," Karine suggested.

Lyra nodded and kneeled down beside him. "Sunshine? Can you hear me?"

Elliot kept his eyes trained on the floor and the droplets of crimson that Broderick had left behind. The smallest nod of his head was the only response he gave.

"How are you feeling?"

Lyra didn't expect an answer, or really any kind of indication that Elliot had heard them. They weren't surprised when Elliot remained completely frozen in place, eyes unblinking and skin as pale as bone.

Lyra didn't push Elliot to speak. Instead, they sat beside him as he watched Karine wipe up the blood. Once the kitchen floor was no longer peppered with red, Karine excused herself and left Lyra and Elliot to themselves.

Moments after Karine's departure, Elliot said, in the tiniest voice possible, "Did I h-hurt him?"

His voice was so small and meek that Lyra wasn't even completely sure that they'd heard him. "What was that, El?"

Elliot took a deep breath and repeated his question, a little louder this time. "D-Did I h-hurt him?"

Lyra didn't know how to answer. They didn't want to make him feel worse by being truthful, but they couldn't stand lying to him either. "It was just a little cut," they answered, keeping their voice soft so as not to frighten him. "Broderick will be fine. He's a medic, after all. He's used to dealing with this kind of stuff."

Those words did nothing to ease Elliot's grief. "I hurt him," Elliot mumbled, his voice quivering almost as much as the rest of him. Tears flooded his blood-shot eyes and he sniffled. "I'm a b-bad dog."

Lyra didn't know what to do. It had been nearly a month since Elliot had last called himself a dog, and the last thing they wanted was for him to regress. Internally panicking, Lyra said, "It wasn't your fault. I don't know what happened, but I know it wasn't your fault."

Elliot's tears started to fall. "H-How do you kn-know?"

"Because I know you," they asserted. Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes watery and filled with regret. Lyra gently wiped his tears. "You're a good person, Elliot. A good person that's gone through some terrible things. You've been hurt and taken advantage of and abused, but you are still a good person and you always will be. You'd never hurt anyone on purpose, let alone one of us."

Elliot looked away. "Is he m-mad at me?"

Lyra shook her head. "He could never be mad at you. No one here could. We love you too much."

Elliot sniffled again and leaned his head on her shoulder. Lyra opened her arms and gathered him in a tight hug. He laid his head on her chest, his remaining tears soaking through the fabric.

"I've got you, sunshine," Lyra whispered. Elliot snuggled against her, curling up on her lap like a child after a nightmare. There was no place on Earth he felt safer than in her arms. She rubbed gentle circles into her back and carded her fingers through his hair. "I've got you."

Thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoyed this! Also, please let me know if I have any typos. I didn't really get the chance to proofread this.

If anyone else has any drabble requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please send me an ask!

Taglist:

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rosekins621 · 10 months

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Disability pride questions:

1. What disability/ies do you have? (Are they mental, physical, etc.)

4. Do you know any disabled people irl? What about online?

I have Neurofibromatosis type 1 it's a genetic disease that can come with both mental and physical disabilities.

Mentally it's my Autism (and the sensory issues causes by it) adhd and anxiety

Physically it's the migraines that happen. And the fact that the tumors usually called fibromas can grow on any nerve in my body. And inside my bones which I learned when I got a surgery to one before it broke my leg.

Yes! Most if not all my friends are irl and I'm not sure about online. I try not to pry but I ask what people usually do to help and go from there.

#rose rambles #asks #answered #livelaughwhump

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cepheusgalaxy · 8 months

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Cepheus (me) on whumpblr

In my tumblr intro I say I'm into whump, so here is some of what you're getting into

If you don't like whump, please block the tags "whump", and "whump prompts" on my blog

I often forget to tag reblogs, but my whump posts are mostly tagged

If I ever forget of tagging any, please warn me

Content warnings are usually in the post too, before the read more

Not always tho

What kind of whump I'm into

Pet whump

Hurt/confort

Recovery whump

Conditioning

Fantasy whump

Winged whumpee

Hero whumpee

Some more I'm forgetting here

Sometimes BBU (box boy universe)

What kind of whump I'm not into

Team whump

Nature whump

T/g whump

Whumper-turned-whumpee

Whumper-turned-caretaker

Team whump

Body horror

There's nothing wrong with them they are just not my personal taste :)

I may make some exeptions tho

My favorite whump blogs

These are some of my favorite content creators in the whump community: mostly because their taste/writing aligns with my personal likes

@emmettland (he/him)

@whumpsday (he/they)

@livelaughwhump (they/them)

@echo-goes-mmm (he/it)

My whump tags

Whump

Whumpblr

Whump prompts

Whump writing

Whump

Whumpee

Whumper

Caretaker

Whump art

(Different trigger/content warnings depending of the post)

Whump community

(Some specific whump tropes depending of the post)

+ whenever tags/trigger warnings/content warnings were in the original post in case of reblogs

I also tag my self reblogs with the proper tw/cws

If you don't know what whump is and just got here, here are two posts explaining what is is: One from @/befuddled-calico-whump and other by me

Not everybody likes whump, but there is nothing wrong with liking it either: we are always trying to be inclusive and aware of any triggers a person might have to avoid anyone getting unconfortable; You don't have to check it out if you don't want to, but if you feel like taking a look into the community, feel free to start, and be well come! ❤

☃️

No transphobia, sexism, racism nor ableism, as well as any harmful behavior is allowed in the whump community and no prejudice towards people will be tolerated; take care of yourself and be mindful to others🔅

(No transphobia, sexism, racism nor ableism, as well as any harmful behavior is allowed in the whump community and no prejudice towards people will be tolerated; take care of yourself and be mindful to others 🔆)

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump fan #intro post #if you don't know the box boy universe (bbu) is a common setting in pet whump works #it consists basically in a very fucked up society with institutionalized slavery where some humans are treated like pets #and this slavery is often regulated by an organization called WRU #every whumpblr may have a slightly different take on this setting but that's what it basically is #also the pets (also called 'box boys' or 'boxies' - that's where the name cames from) are often divided into categories #romantics: 'intimate' servants #domestics: house servants #guard dogs: bodyguards #platonics: something like a boxie who's duty is to make company to you #many of the bbu whump pieces also take place in an 'WRU facility' where the whumpees are trained #so be aware #bbu #box boy universe #if you don't know #there is also a thing called 'nsfwhump'#you may want to block that #or maybe not #you may like it too 🤷🏾‍♂️#long post #fairly

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oddsconvert · 10 months

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So I’m curious now, how do your whumpers (so Felix, Izaak, & Ronan) celebrate their whumpees’ (so Joshy, Henley & also Izaak) birthdays?

I’m not including Declan because Vince probably doesn’t think his birthday is worth celebrating

Oh, I love this question!!!!

Felix goes ALL OUT for Josh's birthday. Honestly, it's probably the one day each year in Josh's captivity where he's not having an absolute awful time. Josh wakes up to balloons and banners all around the house. Felix will get him a pile of presents (although often some of the presents are for Felix's own gain...) and a huge cake. Only the best for the love of his life! Josh is captive for two birthdays, and on one of them- Felix takes him for a picnic outside (cuffed together ofc, and shackles so he doesn't run ;) )

Izaak didn't really care about Henley's birthday. One time he forgot about it completely, Henley didn't even know what day it was or when his birthday passed. Another he taunted Henley with it and made a point of ruining it, and showing him news clips of his family still searching for and missing him. Then Henley's last birthday was just before he was about to be sold to Ronan - so Izaak did make an effort for that one. He laid tf off him for that one day, got him a tiny cupcake with a single candle on which Henley absolutely loved.

Ronan would celebrate his pets birthdays! He'd buy them new pretty collars, or some new food bowls - maybe some dog toys or a dog bed! Get both Izaak and Henley in party hats, can you imagine ahaha Izaak would look like this:

And you're totally right </33 I doubt Vince even acknowledges Declan's birthday. Poor lil guy celebrates all by himself if he can sus out the date.

Henley tags: @livelaughwhump @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Ronan tags: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Izaak taglist: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

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serickswrites · 1 year

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i know you just posted it but could you please write a second part for Grateful (https://www.tumblr.com/serickswrites/713874819430727681/grateful)? maybe focusing on the whumpee‘s scars or smth? <3

I can definitely do that for you! So glad you enjoyed it!

I hope this is what you are wanting!

Part 1 Part 3

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced restraints, scars, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee melted into Caretaker's touch. Their savior. The person who was so kind, so gentle. So everything Whumper was not.

Whumpee sobbed harder as Caretaker held them close, rubbing soothing circles on their back, murmuring soft words of comfort in their ear. Whumpee could not believe someone this kind saved them. Wanted to help them. Didn't judge them for what Whumper did to them.

The thick, rope-like scars on Whumpee's wrists were a permanent reminder of their time with Whumper. Whumpee hadn't said anything when the plastic surgeon Caretaker had found said there was nothing to be done. They hadn't reacted, they didn't want Caretaker to know how they felt. Not until they were alone. No one could know the anguish they felt knowing that they would bear Whumper's mark on their body until the day they died.

"How about we go outside," Caretaker said softly as Whumpee's sobs slowed.

Whumpee nodded, not trusting themself to speak without crying again. Caretaker wrapped an arm around Whumpee's shoulder. "It's ok, Whumpee. I'll be here as long as you need me."

"Thank you," Whumpee whispered. They were so grateful for Caretaker. Grateful for their kindness. Grateful, they realized, to be alive and with Caretaker.

Tags: @whumpsday @echo-goes-mmm @honeycollectswhump @whumpwillow @anton-inspiration-sigma @uniquezombiedestiny @springwhump @octopus-reactivated @melancholy-in-the-morning @livelaughwhump @pardonmekreature @st0rmm @pigeonwhumps

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced captivity #tw referenced torture #tw referenced restraints #tw scars #hurt/aftermath #hurt/recovery #hurt/comfort #caretaker and whumpee #requests #queue

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letstalkwhump · 1 year

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Let's Talk Whump No.14

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host.

Today I’m talking whump with the wonderful @livelaughwhump!

Great to have you here! Let’s start with a fact or two about yourself!

Greetings! My name is Armin, I'm 19, and my pronouns are they/them! I work as a daycare attendant/assistant preschool teacher. I love crocheting, cross-stitching, and basically anything crafting-related

What does whump mean to you?

Wow, there's a lot I could say to answer this

I think whump is the only interest that I can say I've had for my entire life. I think I got into it when I was about seven-years old and it's one of my only interests that has not faded over time. I find it very freeing to be able to delve into the dark and disturbing parts of my brain instead of ignoring them.

And how did you find the whump community? What made you want to join?

I've been interested in whump for most of my life, but I haven't been a part of the tumblr whump community very long. In fact, I think I only joined in October of 2022. I believe I found some screenshots from whumpblr on pinterest, which led to me going on Tumblr and diving deeper into the content on here.

Has your view on whump changed since you joined? I think so. Before I knew what whump was, I always thought that there was something deeply wrong with me because I enjoyed torturing fictional characters so much. So, it was very relieving to find out there was not only a word for it, but also a community of people that enjoyed the same disturbing things I did. Other than my personal opinion on whump itself, I don't think my favourite tropes or anything really changed.

And your favourite whump tropes?

Oh god, there's so many, but I think my main favorites are captivity, pet whump, dehumanization, muzzles/gags, sensory deprivation, hurt/comfort, etc. There are plenty more but I don't think I can list all of them.

They’re all so good! Do you have a favourite piece or pieces that you've written?

Oh god, I don't think I can pick a favorite. I love my whole Worthless series, but I think Chapter 12 is one of my all time favorites. My Birthday Gift drabble, my Strays drabble, and my Panic drabble also get an honorable mention.

These are so good! Do you have a regular writing routine or more when the inspiration strikes?

I don't really have a routine, I kind of just write whenever I'm feeling motivated. I usually write on my lunch breaks at work, or late into the night when I should be getting to bed.

What do you find easy to write? Is there anything you struggle with?

Dialogue is easily where I thrive. I'm not good at describing things or explaining actions, but I consider myself pretty good at writing convincing dialogue. Probably because I end up having conversations with myself as my characters, which makes finding natural dialogue pretty easy.

Anything you're working on at the moment?

I am currently working on chapter 16 of my Worthless series, but it's been at a standstill for a couple days. Making up the stories in my head is so much easier than actually writing them.

That last bit is very relatable…Is there any advice you’d like to share?

Write what you would want to read! Don't worry about pleasing everyone because that is literally not possible. Write for yourself and no one else!

Shoutout time!

@whump-queen, @whumpsday, and @oddsconvert are my top three sources of inspiration. They are all awesome people and amazing writers and their stories have inspired me so much!!

Honorable mention to @rosekins6211 for being one of my biggest supporters!! Literally could not do it without her!!

Anything you'd like to add?

Thank you to everyone that has supported me and read my weird little stories! And thank you, Malice, for having me!

Show no mercy, and happy whumping, everyone!

THank you so much for joining us today, @livelaughwhump!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

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whumpshaped · 10 months

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My laptop died so thus us from my main account.

But how did El and Am’s first date go?

El and Bellamy eventually getting along is so sweet! The spk lives in my brain rent free with @livelaughwhump’s worthless series, @whumpsday Kane and Jim and your oc El! Also Grace from Dollhouse

/genuine

@rosewriteswhump

i think their first date went kind of like this:

el was a nervous wreck beforehand, despite bellamy being like "but el youve known him for months now this is not a stranger-"

i say bellamy because kane is still in the "i dont approve of this" stage, and also el would be an anxious mess specifically in bellamy's room because they're asking him for style advice

el is dressed in the cutest clothes. but the outfit is still fit for outdoorsy activities, because am said it would include a bit of a hike

when am arrives, he also reminds el that theyve known each other for a while now and theres no need to be nervous

el cries "BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT"

despite that, they finally relax a little

am compliments them on their looks, very sincerely, obviously being genuine

el cant help but wonder if hes lying or mocking them

el also compliments him, because as always, hes hot as hell. hes not in his regular gothy clothes though, hes also dressed for a bit of a hike. half his hair is up in a lil ponytail. el is very in love

am smiles and thanks them

APPARENTLY I DID NOT WRITE THIS BEFORE (despite me clearly remembering this scene-) SO ACTUALLY LET ME JUST

El felt pretty bad having to stop all the time. Their body was back to how it used to be, or as close as it'd ever get, the only problem was that they never used to be very fit. Not even before spending years rotting away in a cage, destroying what little muscle they had left.

Am never complained. He pointed out flowers, berries, cool rocks... He seemed more than happy to stand in one spot for minutes at a time, just talking about nature and his past experiences on that very trail. He never broke a sweat.

"We're almost there," he said gently, seemingly a little self-conscious about his choice of date activity. "I promise. It's just a little further up. I just- I really wanted to show you this place. I didn't realise it'd be pretty tiring for a human."

"No, no..." El took a deep breath, trying to force some life into their body. "It's not- other humans could probably do it, no problem. I'm just... I'm sorry, I'm not very... I'm sorry for being so slow."

"I can carry you, if you'd like."

El blinked up at him, considering the offer. It sounded really nice. Really nice. But they didn't want to be an inconvenience. "You, um... you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. In fact, I'm fairly sure having a little guy on my back would actually improve the experience. I've never explored the trail with a little guy on my back before."

They laughed a little, beaming up at him affectionately, almost adoringly. "It's your lucky day, then! I know just the little guy for you."

Am really didn't seem inconvenienced by the extra weight. He held them steady with both hands under their thighs, keeping up the same pace from before without issue. Maybe he was a little faster, even, without having to wait for them.

El hugged him loosely around the neck, half their face buried in Am's fluffy, curly hair as they rested their head against him. The trail was so beautiful. They couldn't help but wish they were just a little stronger, with a little more endurance... maybe then they'd be able to walk along the pretty forest path and have fun. Maybe one day.

At one point, El noticed that the trees were getting fewer and farther between, and they raised their head to see where they were. They had reached the top of the hill, it seemed like, arriving to a small clearing. It was almost like a balcony, with a little wooden fence to keep the hikers from tumbling down the hillside, and two logs to serve as benches.

They wiggled out of Am's hold, wanting to rush towards the fence as soon as their feet hit the ground, but he grabbed them by the arm and pulled them back. "Be careful, baby. I have fallen down there before, and it's not a fun time. The fence, uh... the fence was put up after that incident."

El winced at the thought. "I'm sorry. I'll be careful."

The response must've been sufficient, because El was let go of, allowed to wander out to the edge of the cliff (with ample supervision, of course). They rested their hands on top of the fence, wide eyes full of childish wonder trailing across the hundreds of small spots of light below.

"That's gorgeous," they whispered.

Am hummed, a small, pleased sound. "I'm glad you like it. It's... my favourite hiking spot, I think."

"Of course I like it! I mean, there could be an elevator from the foot of the hill that brings me up here, but-"

"And miss all the flowers and mushrooms on the way up? Or the little rabbits during springtime? And the squirrels?" Am looked positively scandalised, but El had to admit, the arguments were very sound.

"Rabbits?" they asked, hopeful and delighted by the prospect. "Little bunbuns? Tiny little creatures?"

"Yeah! We could bring some hay and feed them together. They're super friendly. Well, unless you wanna take the forest elevator instead," he teased, making them pout.

"I might just steal the bunnies and ride the elevator with them! I'll stuff it full of hay ahead of time, so, so by the time I get here and it's time to choose between the trail and the elevator, they're already in there! All of them! Just monching away... And, and you'll choose the trail, because you're soooo fit and in shape, and when the elevator door opens and you see all those cute bunnies, it'll be too late to take it back! And I'll say, aha, my plan worked as intended!"

Am listened to the monologue intently, looking absolutely charmed and in love, a fact that El only noticed when they got to the end of their evil genius plan. They blushed slightly, quickly looking away again.

"What?" Their voice was much quieter now, clearly flustered.

Am gently cupped their face, turning them back towards himself. "And you're saying you wouldn't let me change my decision? You wouldn't let me in your bunny-elevator?"

"Well- well... you, um, you denounced the idea of the bunlevator. So, uh, therefore, I have to stand my ground."

The forest around them seemed to fade away as Am leaned down, almost kissing them, but not quite. "Is there really no way to change your mind?" he murmured, pressing a little kiss onto their cheek.

"I'm open to negotiation," they choked out, making him grin.

"My lucky day indeed."

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mOVING TO NEW BLOG I QILL NO LONGER UPDATE HERE BUT @OFCLrosewriteswhump and Masterlist Link!

Hello!

My name is Rose (she/her) and I write whump.

Most of it is hurt/comfort leaning towards comfort. The writers I follow and look up too cos I am new to posting my writing.

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Favorite Tropes: pet whump recovery, strong willed yet passive whumpee, non-human whumpees and caretakers, lady whumpers, mostly lady characters, I'll add more as I think of them

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Aww Kane! Would he ever get to a point where he would be open about it or like ask Jim if he could talk about something?

Might as well start signing off as 🐈 like I am with @livelaughwhump (if that emoji is free) 🐈

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Worthless - Part 21

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Content: mention of past captivity, briefly implied past noncon, emotional breakdown, dissociation, former pet whumpee

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Elliot stared blankly into the fire, watching the flames dance and crackle and reduce the wooden logs to ash. A warm towel, fresh out of the dryer, was wrapped around his shoulders and a fluffy pillow was positioned beneath him as he sat before the fireplace. Elliot could hear hot water filling the tub from the bathroom, but the sound was distant and muffled and Elliot didn't pay it much mind.

Despite being sat in front of the fire, Elliot was still shivering. His sopping wet clothes clung to his underweight body and the snow in his hair melted and dripped down his face. He could hear people talking all around him, but his mind was too fuzzy and muddled to listen. His eyelids were heavy and his body felt weak and useless.

Elliot's thoughts were stuck in a loop, replaying the events of the past few hours over and over, unending. The warmth of the towel began to disappear the longer it was wrapped around Elliot's half-frozen body, but he barely noticed. He was used to the cold.

Yvonne slowly kneeled down beside him, careful not to startle him. "Elliot, darling? Would you like some hot tea? It might warm you up."

Elliot slowly turned his head to face her, but he wasn't fully present, and Yvonne could tell.

Yvonne set the mug down in front of him and gave him a warm smile. "I'm making soup for dinner. That might help too, if you want some."

Elliot didn't respond. Instead, he turned his gaze back onto the fire, letting the damp towel slip from his shoulders.

Yvonne frowned. "Love, is there anything you wanna talk about? No one here is going to judge you for what happened, if anything did happen."

Elliot didn't move.

"Yvonne," Karine said. "Just give him some space. He's probably dealing with a lot right now."

Yvonne sighed and stood up, leaving the mug of tea in front of Elliot. She motioned Karine into the kitchen, where Landon and Colleen were sitting at the table. Colleen had her arm wrapped around her brother as he laid his head on her shoulder.

Yvonne glanced back at Elliot from the doorway before she turned to Karine and said, "He hasn't said a word since we got back, Kar. I'm just worried about him."

Colleen looked up at them from her seat at the table, but didn't offer any input.

Karine nodded. "We're all worried, Yve, but he was just kidnapped again. We don't know what that creep did to him."

"Broderick said he didn't have any injuries, except for a couple minor scrapes and bruises," Yvonne pointed out.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he wasn't hurt some—" Karine glanced in Colleen's direction and then lowered her voice. "—some other way."

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know, but what do you think I was trying to do? I just wanted to see if he'd open up a little. I wasn't trying to press him for details."

Karine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, Yvonne, let's wait to interrogate him until after he warms up, okay?"

Yvonne grimaced. "What is it with you and coming down on me whenever I try to help him? Do you think you and Lyra are the only ones who can help him? I practically raised four of my siblings. I think I know what I'm doing."

Karine started to massage her temples. "Yvonne, can we please save this conversation for another time? I have work to do."

"What kind of work is more important than helping Elliot?"

"Nothing is more important than helping Elliot!" Karine shouted. Yvonne's eyes went round as she took in the force behind Karine's words. Colleen and Landon now both fixed their gazes onto Karine. They could all recognize the fury in Karine's eyes after she returned from interrogating Elliot's attacker, but she'd clearly been trying to hold it in.

Karine took a deep breath to regain her composure. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to smother him. The poor kid's been through enough. Let's just let him work through this on his own time. Like I said, we don't know what that man did to him."

Yvonne nodded. "I understand, Kar, I do. But he went through so much and had to deal with all of it all by himself. He's not alone anymore, though. He shouldn't have to deal with this by himself."

Karine suddenly looked exhausted. She ran a hand through her long, greasy hair and sighed heavily. "Fine. Do what you think is best. Just please be gentle."

The corner of Yvonne's mouth turned up. "I'll do my best."

. . .

Once Elliot was bathed and dressed in warm, dry pajamas, he sat on the couch beside Yvonne as she read to him from one of the many books she owned. The moment he'd been dressed, he was handed a fresh cup of tea, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and sat on the couch in front of the fire. He didn't protest to any of it. He didn't have the strength, nor the energy, to do anything but let his body be moved and washed and dressed, like some kind of soulless doll.

Elliot could hardly pay attention to the words Yvonne was reading. His eyes remained trained on his cup of tea as he watched it slowly cool, not taking a single sip. The sun began to set, bathing the house in shadows. The fire helped to dry his damp hair and warm his frigid bones.

As Yvonne finished the chapter she was on, she looked up at him with concern in her eyes. "Did you enjoy that chapter, love?" His slow nod was almost robotic, like an involuntary response to a question he didn't even hear. Yvonne didn't know what to do. "Would you like me to read the next one?" Another robotic nod was all she got in response. Yvonne sighed, marking her spot in the book before closing it and setting it to the side. "Elliot, darling? Are you okay?"

She waited patiently for any kind of response, though she really didn't expect one. There was a glisten on his cheek, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. It was so brief that Yvonne wasn't even sure she had really seen it. Perhaps she was so desperate for any kind of response from him that her mind had started conjuring up its own.

Then, there was another one, and another. Yvonne tilted her head to get a better view of his face, and her heart dropped at the sight of the silent tears trickling steadily down his sunken cheeks. Her eyes widened as he slowly shook his head in response to her question. "Wh-Where's L-Lyra?" His soft, trembling voice asked.

"They're resting," Yvonne said. "They wanted to be here for you, but Karine wouldn't let them. They were exhausted and they wouldn't eat. They're okay, though. I promise."

Elliot choked on the sobs in his throat, a pathetic squeak coming out instead. "I-I'm so sorry." With those words, his walls completely broke down and tears burst from his ocean blue eyes, sobs erupting from his sore throat. He buried his face in his shaking hands, unable to quell the trembling of his muscles.

Yvonne scooted slightly closer to him, careful to still keep her distance. "Oh, darling. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong." Elliot continued to weep, his chest and shoulders heaving all the while. Yvonne wanted to hug him, but she couldn't bring herself to invade his space without his permission. He'd experienced enough of that in his lifetime and she wouldn't disrespect his boundaries.

The concerned faces of Landon, Colleen, and Karine appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. Karine looked about ready rip Yvonne apart, but Yvonne paid them no attention, her focus trained on the sobbing boy to her left.

"Elliot?" She said gently. "Do you need a hug?" Almost instantly, he lifted his face from between his hands and reached out for her. Yvonne quickly wrapped him in a strong, warm embrace. She carded her fingers through his hair and rocked him back and forth. "Shh," she cooed. "You're okay. You're safe now, you're home. I've got you, love. I've got you."

Yvonne glanced up at where Karine was staring at her from the kitchen. Her facial expression softened as she watched Elliot melt in Yvonne's arms.

Yvonne glanced at the forgotten mug of cold tea on the coffee table and mouthed to Karine, Please, heat up his tea.

Karine nodded and quietly drifted over to them. She stared at Elliot's back with grief in her eyes as she took his tea back to the kitchen.

Yvonne rubbed Elliot's back. "Darling? Do you wanna talk about anything? I'm here if you do." Elliot shook his head. "That's okay. I've got you. I won't let go until you say the word."

"I'm-I'm so s-sorry," he repeated, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

Yvonne gently shushed him. "It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for."

"B-But..."

"Shh, it's okay. No one here blames you for any of this. We don't know how that man got to you, but getting kidnapped again is not your fault."

Elliot lifted his tear-stained face from Yvonne's shoulder and looked at her with wide, bloodshot eyes. "I-I wasn't k-kidnapped."

Karine paused in the doorway with Elliot's tea in hand when she heard that. Yvonne motioned for her to set it on the coffee table as she said, "What do you mean, love?"

"I-I wasn't kidnapped," Elliot repeated. His face turned bright red and he averted his eyes as he said, "I-I r-ran away."

A new worthless chapter that didn't take a million years to come out?! Shocking, I know.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Worthless - Part 20

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Content: ATTEMPTED NONCON (not explicit), mention of past noncon, mention of past captivity, threat of gun violence, crude language, dehumanization, degradation, self-hatred, self-deprecation, former pet whumpee

"So how long are you planning to stay?" Lyra asked.

Colleen shrugged. "I have to be back home to pick up the kids and sign the divorce papers with Andrey on Monday, so I was hoping to stay for the whole weekend. Now that I've seen how things are going though, I understand if you want me to leave."

All eyes turned to Karine curiously, expecting her to deliver her final verdict, but the leader merely shrugged. "That's a discussion for all of us to have, and one of us isn't currently present. I don't want to make any decisions without Elliot's input."

Colleen nodded. "I suppose that's fair. Then, would you mind if I stayed for the day until all of you come to a decision?"

Karine shrugged again and folded her arms securely over her chest. "I don't see why not."

"Why don't we just make a decision now?" Yvonne wondered aloud. "Elliot's just in his room. What's the harm in having a group discussion now?"

"The harm is that Elliot's probably still a little sensitive and exhausted from his breakdown earlier," Karine stated.

"Exactly," Lyra added. "Think of it from his perspective. Imagine you just had a panic attack and then are suddenly pulled into a team meeting. It could really stress him out."

Yvonne nodded. "Fair, but I'm worried about leaving him alone in his room all day. Shouldn't someone go and check on him?"

Broderick rubbed a gentle hand over Yvonne's knee. "He's fine, Yve, don't worry. Why don't you and I check on him in a bit? Right now, he needs a bit of space."

Yvonne smiled at Broderick and rested her hand atop his. "Thanks, Rick. You're right. I just worry about him so much."

"We all do," Lyra said. "But Broderick is right. We can't suffocate him. We need to respect his boundaries."

Each present member of the team nodded their heads in agreement. Colleen smiled at the sight. "You know, it's refreshing to see how much you all care about one another."

Karine smiled back. "Of course we do. We're a family."

Colleen sighed, her smile wobbling. "It's good to know that Landon has found such a great family. Makes me a little jealous though, to be honest."

Landon scoffed and wrapped an arm around his little sister's shoulders. "You have nothing to be jealous of, Coll. I can't stand these people."

Landon laughed at his joke while Karine scoffed and kicked him in the shin. "Oh, is that right? Guess I'll be turning your room into my home gym, then."

"Why do you get dibs on Landon's room?" Broderick chimed in. "Wouldn't a medical center be a better use of the space?"

Yvonne giggled. "Personally, I've always wanted a home library."

"No one is doing anything to my room!" Landon yelled.

The room erupted into laughter, each present team member talking over one another; their voices grew louder with each word. Through the utter chaos, no one noticed the complete silence behind Elliot's door, nor the icy chill creeping in through his open window.

. . .

Elliot trudged down the quiet pavement, his once-fluffy socks completely soaked through from the snow. His t-shirt and sweatpants did little to shield him from the cold. His arms were wrapped tightly around his shivering body as tears froze on his rosy cheeks.

He had no idea where he was going, nor what had compelled him to leave the safehouse. He hadn't been outside since his rescue. Had it always been so bright?

Elliot wiped the tears and snot from his face and tried to quiet his unrelenting sobs.

Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now? Imagine what people would think if they saw you like this. Maybe a new master will find you and take pity on you

Elliot clamped his eyes shut and furiously scrubbed at the tears on his face.

I bet your friends haven't even noticed you're gone. Even if they have, it's not like they'd come looking for you. Rescuing you is the biggest mistake they've ever made

A quiet whimper escaped Elliot's throat as a massive shiver scurried down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his exposed arms and the tear tracks on his face froze.

Elliot had been keeping his head low the whole time to avoid drying out his eyes in the icy wind. When he lifted his head to check where he was going, he raised his eyes just in time for a massive brick wall to appear in his path.

Elliot gasped as he collided with it, falling onto his backside in the snow. He held a hand to his aching forehead and burst into tears. What was he doing? Where did he think he was going? What was his plan?

Elliot curled up into a pathetic ball at the base of the brick wall and leaned back against it. He wrapped his quivering arms around himself and buried his face between his knees. "Wh-What am I d-doing?" He whispered to himself. Maybe the vicious voice in his head was right. Maybe a nice owner would stumble across him and take pity on a stupid, ugly mutt like him. Maybe he'd finally find a place where he could belong.

. . .

As the hours ticked by and there was still no sign of Elliot, Lyra began to grow worried. If he was sleeping, they didn't want to disturb him, but surely he must've been getting hungry. Yvonne was almost finished with supper and Elliot hadn't so much as shown his face once since they left him.

Lyra couldn't help but imagine the worst. What if Christian had come back for him and simply waited for him to be left alone? What if he was already gone and no one had any idea?

In that moment, Lyra had made up her mind. They needed to check on him. They needed to know that he was safe and healthy, just to give themself some peace of mind.

With the sounds of raucous laughter penetrating the walls from the next room over, Lyra stood before Elliot's door and gave it a gentle knock. "Sunshine? It's just me. Can I come in?" When nothing but silence answered, panic began to seep into Lyra's chest, little by little. Their first thought was that he was asleep, but they couldn't help but imagine the worst.

In order to ease their growing anxiety, Lyra gently pushed the door open and peered into the quiet stillness of Elliot's room. As their gaze fell upon his empty bed, their stomach dropped. "Elliot?" They called out as they stepped further into his room. Their panic gripped their stomach and squeezed.

Not again. Please, not again

"Elliot?" Their voice was shakier now. "Please, come out. It's just me; it's Lyra. I just wanted to check on you. I promise everything is okay. Please just come out."

Nothing.

The only sound in the room was that of the winter wind whistling as it crept into the room. It was only then that Lyra noticed the open window and the flurries of snow drifting onto the floor in front of it.

The blood drained from Lyra's face and her breathing ceased completely. "No," she whispered to herself. Her knees weakened and her mind went white.

No, no, no, no, no

"Lyra?" Yvonne's concerned voice said as she knelt beside her panicking friend. In their panicked state, Lyra hadn't even noticed that they'd fallen, nor had they noticed when Yvonne arrived. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Lyra's breathing was erratic and their heart was pounding so loud that they nearly missed what Yvonne had said.

"He's-He's gone. Elliot's gone. I-I can't find him. He's gone!" It was with those words that Lyra's resolve completely collapsed and they burst into tears. They wrapped their shaking arms around themself and released a guttural scream of frustration and grief.

. . .

Elliot didn't know how long he'd been gone. After a short rest beside that brick wall, he had since resumed his endless wandering. Cars rushed by him and people milled all around him, some sending judgemental glances his way. Time seemed to move in slow motion the longer Elliot walked.

His thoughts were muddled and his movements were sluggish. Nothing around him seemed real and he began to wonder if this was all just another nightmare.

With that thought bouncing around his otherwise silent mind, a tall man harshly brushed against his shoulder.

"Watch it, kid!" The man shouted.

Elliot had to regain his balance, the momentum nearly knocking him off his feet. He looked up at the man and cringed at the sound of his booming voice. "S-Sorry, Sir. I-I wasn't looking."

The man's face twisted and he studied Elliot with curious eyes. "Do I know you?"

Elliot's skin prickled under the man's gaze. "I-I don't th-think so, S-Sir."

The man stalked closer and Elliot nearly whimpered in fear, but he caught himself.

"You look really familiar. What's your name?"

"E-Elliot, S-Sir." The thought to lie hadn't even crossed his mind until after the words left his lips.

The man shook his head and pursed his lips. "I don't know any Elliots. You sure that's your name?"

Elliot nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. "I-I think so, S-Sir. It's what e-everyone c-calls me."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Sir'?" The moment the words left the man's lips, his eyes widened with recognition. "Oh shit. I know exactly who you are." Elliot shrunk beneath the man's scathing glare and devilish grin. "You're Christian's little whore, aren't you."

Elliot gasped and his eyes grew round as saucers. Tears flooded his eyes. He'd been so worried about running into Master all this time that he never even considered the possibility of running into one of Master's friends.

His voice was shaking uncontrollably as he said, "I-I don't know what you're t-talking about."

The man chuckled darkly and took another step toward Elliot. "I barely recognized you with all those clothes on, but it's definitely you. I've been wondering when Chris was gonna invite us over for another play session with you."

Hot tears trickled down Elliot's half-frozen cheeks.

"Where is your master, anyway? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be wandering out here all alone. Maybe I should take you home to your master."

Elliot gasped. "N-No, p-please! I-I can't go back there! He was s-so c-cruel to me. P-Please, Sir. I'll do a-anything."

The man's devilish grin grew sadistic and Elliot's stomach dropped. "I really hope you mean that."

"I-I do, I s-swear. I'll do a-anything you want, just please don't t-take me b-back to him."

The man chuckled. "You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what your little mouth can do." Elliot's insides churned. "Maybe you should service me and I'll consider being generous if you do a good job."

Elliot instantly dropped to his knees. "I-I will! I'll be good, I promise!"

The man sharply grabbed Elliot by his bicep and hauled him to his feet. "Not here, you stupid slut!" He hissed through gritted teeth. Elliot squeaked as the man's fingernails dug into his soft skin. "There are too many people here. Follow me." The man yanked him down a narrow alleyway, where he sharply smacked Elliot's backside and shoved him back down to his knees. "There. Now, be a good boy and maybe I'll let you go free."

Elliot nodded frantically. "Y-Yes, Sir." Despite his best efforts, Elliot couldn't help the dread pooling in the pit of his stomach as the man began to unbuckle his belt.

It won't take long. Just have to let him do what he wants and he'll let me go. Then this will never have to happen again

Elliot's mind clouded over, his thoughts lost in the fog, and despite his best efforts, he started to cry.

As the man discarded his leather belt, Elliot flinched and whimpered, which alerted the man to his distress.

"Oh, you poor thing," the man said, his tone sounding genuine. His large hand gently grasped Elliot's chin and tilted his head up. Elliot looked into the man's hazel eyes, though his tears distorted the image. "Don't cry, pet." The man wiped away the younger man's fallen tears with his free hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you. In fact, I'll tell you what; if you do a good job, I might just consider taking you home with me."

Elliot sniffled. Those words did nothing to ease his distress. "R-Really, Sir?"

The man nodded and smiled. "Sure. I mean, how could I, in good conscience, leave such a pretty thing like you to become a stray?" He ran his fingers through Elliot's hair and gently caressed his cheek. "You'd be eaten alive out here. You'd be much safer, and more useful as my slave." The man's grip tightened on the back of Elliot's head, his fist knotting in Elliot's long hair. "Now, be a good toy and—"

"Elliot!"

Both Elliot and his assailant turned their heads in the direction of the voice, only to see several large individuals barreling down the alleyway.

Elliot gasped.

They noticed I was gone?

As they came into focus, Elliot recognized every one of his friends. Even Colleen was there, though she stayed near the back, wearing a worried expression and holding her hands over her mouth in shock.

Lyra was at the front of the group, a hand gun clasped between both of her hands. "Get away from him!" They shouted, aiming their gun at the man's forehead.

The man's grip tightened on Elliot's hair and he threw the boy against the back wall of the alley. Elliot yelped and crumpled to the ground in a pile of snow, hot tears thawing his half-frozen cheeks.

Lyra leveled their finger on the trigger, their hands as steady as stone. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but you're gonna step away from my brother before I paint these brick walls with your blood."

Elliot's eyes widened.

Brother?

The man scoffed. "No offense, lady, but you must be mistaken. If you're looking for your brother, he's not here." He gestured to Elliot. "This is just some common whore that belongs to a friend of mine."

Elliot's face turned bright red and a loud sob escaped his throat.

Lyra's eyes narrowed. "Christian Whitlock?"

The man raised a brow. "You know him?"

Lyra's brows narrowed. "Yeah, I know him. He's the monster that kidnapped, tortured, and raped my little brother."

Elliot completely broke down at that. He'd never wanted Lyra to know. He'd never wanted anyone to know. Now, everything was out in the open. There were no more secrets. It was all over. He buried his face in his hands and wept.

The man looked genuinely perplexed at this revelation. "That's—That's not true. Chris said he bought it. He said it sold itself to him."

A fiery anger burned behind Lyra's eyes. "Let my brother go."

The man shook his head. "Wait, hold on. You're telling me that Chris—"

Lyra clicked the bullet into place. "Now!"

The man flinched and raised his hands above his head. "Okay, okay, fine. Just don't shoot." Keeping his eyes on Lyra, the man gently helped Elliot to his feet. Elliot was trembling and sobbing. He was soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably on top of his terrified shaking. The man nudged Elliot in Lyra's direction, but the moment he let go of him, Elliot fell to his knees, weeping and hugging himself as tight as physically possible.

Lyra lowered her gun and instantly dropped to their knees beside Elliot, wrapping him in a loving embrace. "Oh, sunshine, are you okay? Are you hurt? I was so worried."

Elliot could hardly speak through the heavy sobs that wracked his small, underfed body. He kept his eyes clamped tightly shut, too distraught to even look at Lyra.

Broderick kneeled beside them and set a soft hand on Lyra's shoulder. "Lye? Let's get him to the car. I can check him for injuries there."

Lyra nodded. "Elliot? I'm gonna pick you up, okay?" Elliot didn't respond, so Lyra went ahead and gently lifted him into their arms. Almost instantly, he clung to them like a child to their mother, sobbing into her shoulder. Lyra gently rubbed his back. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you. We're going home now."

The man watched them, still aghast by the news he'd been given. As Lyra carried Elliot to the waiting vehicle, Karine approached the man at the back of the alley. "What's your name?"

The man shook the fog from his mind and said, "Uh...R-Ryan Cooper."

Karine quietly repeated the name back to herself once before she said, "Great, thanks. I'll be reporting you to the authorities for sexual assault and accessory to kidnapping." Karine turned to leave without another word.

Ryan's eyes widened. "Wait, I swear I didn't know." Karine glanced back at him over her shoulder. "Christian told me the kid was a sex worker. He told all of us that. We had no idea he'd been kidnapped."

Karine's expression didn't change. "Save your excuses for the jury." She turned to leave again, but Ryan grabbed her arm to hold her back.

"Wait! Please!" Karine glowered at him and he instantly released his grip on her. He held his hands up placatingly. "I'm sorry, but I can help. As long as you don't report me, please."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

Ryan didn't even have to think about it before he blurted, "I can tell you where Christian is."

Karine's hard expression softened ever-so-slightly. "I'm listening."

Chapter 20 is finally here!! Sorry for the long wait, but seeing as this is my 20th chapter, I wanted it to be a little more whumpy than my normal chapters. I was really unhappy with how it was coming along, so that's part of the reason why it's been so long. The other main reason is holidays and traveling put writing on the backburner a bit.

Next up is a drabble request that's been sitting in my inbox for months, and I'm so excited to finally get to it! So stay tuned for that!

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Hii!

Could you write something about Whumpee having a nightmare and shaking, mumbling and kicking in their sleep. But. Caretaker is an empath and they send out waves of calm emotions, feelings of love, care and peace, until Whumpee has fallen into a deep peaceful sleep a faint smile on their face.

Thank youu

Hi!! Thanks for the request!! Sorry this took so long. I haven't written a general whump fic in a while, so please bear with me!

I hope you enjoy!

Content: nightmare, insomnia mention, brief mention of past captivity, implied past torture, mostly comfort

Whumpee hadn't slept in weeks. Caretaker had tried everything, from calming tea to white noise, but nothing had worked. They'd even suggested a sleep clinic, but Whumpee had nearly had a panic attack at the very mention. At this point, they didn't know what else to do. Whumpee was clearly exhausted, so Caretaker tried the last thing they could think of.

Whumpee sniffled as Caretaker climbed into their bed with them, wiping away their tears and offering Caretaker more space than was necessary.

"I-I'm so sorry, Caretaker," they mumbled as Caretaker settled beside them in bed. "You shouldn't have to do this for me. I know you don't like sleeping around other people-"

Caretaker gently shushed them and brushed away their tears. "Don't be sorry, dove. I'll sleep better knowing that you're not alone. I offered to do this for you, remember?"

Whumpee sniffled again and nodded. "But I don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for my sake. You already do so much for me."

Caretaker smiled and brushed Whumpee's hair out of their face. "Now's not the time for guilt, dove. All you need to worry about is sleep."

Whumpee's eyes wandered. "But...what if I can't?"

"Then, I'll be right beside you. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Whumpee's lower lip was wobbling. "But, what if-"

Caretaker shushed them again, wrapping their arms around their frightened companion. "There's nothing to be worried about, dove. Just relax and close your eyes. I'll watch over you."

. . .

Caretaker was beyond relieved when they heard the evening out of Whumpee's breath. They couldn't remember the last time Whumpee had slept through the night, and they prayed to whatever god was listening that Whumpee would make it even half that.

It had only taken a little over an hour, which wasn't as long as Caretaker had expected. They were so proud of Whumpee. They had been put through hell by a despicable human being. It was no wonder they couldn't sleep. They were probably terrified of being plucked from their bed and taken right back to that awful place without so much as a cry for help.

Caretaker snuggled closer to Whumpee, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. With their incredible relief came overwhelming exhaustion, and Caretaker's eyelids fluttered. Their body sagged against Whumpee's, and with a soft breath that ruffled Whumpee's tangled hair, Caretaker closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.

. . .

Caretaker awoke a few hours later to the sound of soft whimpering. At first, they assumed it was their dog begging for attention, until they heard spoken words.

"N-No, Wh-Whumper, p-please."

Caretaker's eyes snapped open. They quickly pushed themself into a sitting position and flicked on the lamp to their right. Their eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the person Whumpee was begging to. As their eyes adjusted to the sudden light, they recognized the emptiness of Whumpee's room.

"Please, no. I-I don't want it, please..."

Caretaker shifted their gaze down to Whumpee's small, quivering form. Their light curls stuck to their sweat-slick forehead and tears were oozing out of the corners of their tightly-clamped eyes. A quiet yelp escaped their throat, followed by more soft begging.

Caretaker absolutely deflated. They knew all about how awful Whumpee's nightmares could be. Whumpee told them about each one in detail, and they were all worse than the one before.

Caretaker hated seeing them like this. It broke their heart to see the brilliant, joyful, funny person they once knew reduced to something so pitiful and broken.

Caretaker forced a sad smile to their face. They'd always been told that they had a gift for making people feel safe, without even saying a word. They just hoped they'd be able to reach Whumpee through the horrors they were surely reliving.

Caretaker gently ran their hand through Whumpee's hair, softly caressing their tear-stained cheeks. They wanted Whumpee to know that they were safe, that Caretaker was never going to let anything bad happen to them again. They wanted Whumpee to feel loved and accepted and heard, despite the pain and the loss they'd experienced.

Sure enough, Whumpee's trembling seemed to slow, their whimpers quieted, and the wrinkles on their face smoothed out. Their tense body relaxed and they shivered beneath Caretaker's cool touch. Even once they'd calmed down a bit, Caretaker didn't stop caressing Whumpee and wiping away their tears and sweat.

As much as they knew Whumpee would feel guilty for it, Caretaker was beyond grateful that Whumpee had woken them up. They much preferred that to Whumpee waking themself up. If they were given the option, Caretaker would never sleep again if it meant Whumpee never had another nightmare. They didn't deserve to live in such fear and turmoil, and Caretaker vowed that they would do whatever it took to take that pain away from them.

Even if it meant hunting Whumper down themself.

I hope this was okay!! I'm not used to writing regular whump fics, so I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's a little shorter than I intended, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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Heyy sorry I don't know if u write non worthless related stuff atm but if u do can I request something

2 characters, the big protective one and the innocent cinnamon roll, get kidnapped together and the captor always chooses to torture the cinnamon roll . The big protective one is furious and says to take them instead but its useless. so all they can do is cradle their friend's unconscious body and comfort them when they wake up

Of course!! So sorry I haven't gotten to this sooner. I wanted to finish chapter 19 first, but I'm finally getting around to it! It's fairly short, but I wanted to get it out quickly since this has been in my inbox for so long. I hope you enjoy!!

Content: captivity, mention of blood and bruises, mention of self-sacrifice, creepy whumper, protective caretaker, hurt/comfort

Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest. Their small body was trembling from both fear and the cold of the dank cell they were trapped in. The warmth of Caretaker's strong arms calmed them slightly, but it wasn't enough to completely rid them of the fear plaguing their mind and body.

"C-Caretaker?" Whumpee stammered. "I'm scared."

"I know, sweetie," Caretaker said as they began carding their fingers through Whumpee's tangled locks. "I'll protect you. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise."

"Oh now, Caretaker," a separate, sinister voice cut in. Whumpee flinched and squeaked as they tried to bury themself in Caretaker's protective embrace. Whumper strode into the cell, a devilish smirk splitting their face. "Don't make promises you know you can't keep."

Caretaker glared at Whumpee with fire in their eyes. "What do you want with us, Whumper?"

Whumper chuckled. "Well, I don't want anything with you, you see. You merely got in my way, and I couldn't have you alerting your friends, now could I. Whumpee, on the other hand." Whumper reached a hand out to stroke Whumpee's hair, but Caretaker swatted their hand away before they had the chance.

"Don't touch them!" Caretaker shouted. "I won't let you hurt them!"

Whumper chuckled again. The sound was lower and much darker than before. "And how would you, in your predicament, be able to stop me? Hm?" Caretaker was silent, but they held Whumpee tighter. Whumper smirked. "That's what I thought. Now, hand them over. I'm in the mood for some entertainment."

Caretaker shielded Whumpee's body with their own. "Over my dead body."

Whumper scoffed. "Don't tempt me." They reached forward and pulled Whumpee out of Caretaker's grasp with surprising strength. Whumpee screamed and reached out to Caretaker, but Whumper manhandled them with ease and began lightly petting their hair. "Shh, don't be scared, little one. I promise to take good care of you."

Whumpee sobbed and tried with all their might to pull away from Whumper, but to no avail.

Caretaker furiously yanked against the chains binding them to the wall. "Let them go, Whumper! They're innocent!"

Whumper chuckled. "So? The innocent ones are the most fun to break."

Caretaker's energy began to dwindle the longer they fought their restraints. "Please, Whumper. Please, don't hurt them. Take me instead, please!"

"Not a chance," Whumper said. "You both belong to me now and I'll play with whomever I choose whenever I choose. Come now, darling. It's time to have some fun." Whumpee screamed and sobbed as Whumper began dragging them out of the cell.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted, desperate to reach their friend. "No, please! Let them go! Whumpee, I'm sorry!"

With that, the large iron door shut with a loud clang and Caretaker was alone.

. . .

Caretaker had been drowning in silence since the moment Whumpee was dragged away. They hadn't heard any screams or weaponry or even any footsteps that would indicate what was going on. They didn't know how long it had been, but as the seconds ticked on, Caretaker grew more and more frightened for their friend's safety.

Just then, as if on cue, the heavy cell door swung open and the small, frail form of Whumpee was shoved inside.

Caretaker gasped and scrambled over to their friend's limp body. "Whumpee? Can you hear me?" They lifted Whumpee off the ground and brushed away the hair that clung to their sweat-slicked forehead.

Whumpee groaned and opened their eyes slightly. "C-Caretaker?"

Caretaker sighed in relief and hugged them close. "Oh, Whumpee. I was so worried. Are you okay? What did they do to you?"

Whumpee whimpered into the hug. "H-Hurts."

Caretaker immediately released them. "I'm so sorry. I'm just so relieved you're okay. What happened?"

Whumpee coughed, blood trickling out of the corner of their mouth. "C-Can't talk. J-Just wanna s-sleep."

Caretaker nodded. "Okay, that's okay. Just sleep, I'll protect you, I promise." Whumpee was already asleep before Caretaker even finished their sentence.

As Caretaker stared upon the face of their bruised and beaten friend, fury began to boil in the pit of their stomach. Whumpee didn't deserve this. They were so sweet and pure and would never do anything to hurt anyone. So why was this happening to them? Why would Whumper want to hurt them so badly?

No matter the answer, Caretaker knew they had to protect Whumpee, even if it meant giving up their own life in the process.

I hope you liked this! Sometimes it's refreshing to write something outside of Worthless. I will never turn down a writing request, unless it's something I'm extremely uncomfortable with, of which there isn't much.

If anyone else has any writing requests, suggestions, or questions, feel free to send them to me!

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Worthless - Part 19

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Content: panic attack, very brief mention of noncon, dehumanization, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

Colleen solemnly watched Lyra lead Elliot away. There was an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't identify. It was cold and unfriendly and Colleen did not care for it.

"That poor boy," She whispered.

Landon nodded. "I told you it was bad."

Colleen ignored him. "He's so small and thin. If I had known how bad it was, I never would've come."

"I told you not to," Landon reminded her. "I tried to warn you."

"I thought you were just making excuses to keep me away. I thought you were embarrassed to introduce me to your friends or something."

"Coll—"

Colleen held up a hand to show that she was no longer listening to him. Landon rolled his eyes as Colleen set her gaze on Karine. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Karine sighed. "Look, you seem like a really nice person, and we certainly could use the help, but I just don't think it's a good idea to introduce Elliot to someone new so soon after he was rescued. Especially because he's barely comfortable around us. I'm sorry."

"I understand," Colleen said. "But there's gotta be something I can do. I can't just leave knowing what that poor boy has gone through."

"Colleen," Landon cut in. "Karine is right. Elliot's just not ready."

"You don't know that. Why don't I just talk to him for a bit, one on one? Then, if he wants me to leave, I'll go. I think it should be up to him."

Yvonne shook her head. "Forcing him to make decisions is a big mistake, Colleen. If you spent any amount of time with him, you'd realize that very quickly."

"Then let me spend some time with him. Let him get to know me, and if I find some way to help him, I'll run it by you. If anything goes wrong, or if Elliot gets uncomfortable, I'll leave, I promise."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Landon questioned. "What if you just end up making things worse?"

"I don't think it's a horrible idea, as long as maybe Lyra supervises," Broderick added.

"Why would they need to supervise?" Colleen asked.

"Because Lyra and Elliot grew up together," Yvonne explained. "She practically raised him. He trusts her the most, so he'd probably be more willing to open up with her around."

Colleen nodded in understanding. "That's reasonable."

"He would have to be willing to talk in the first place though," Yvonne continued. "He's very timid, and ambushing him will only make things worse."

Landon threw his hands up in exasperation. "Am I the only one that thinks this is a bad idea?"

Colleen glared at her older brother and rested her hands on her hips. "Why are you so against it, Landon? I just want to get to know him a little bit."

"Because I know you, Coll. I know how stubborn you are and when you have your mind set on something, you're not exactly kind about getting what you want."

Colleen rolled her eyes. "Landon, I am a grown woman with two kids. Despite what you may believe, I am not fifteen anymore. I'm mature enough to speak to another adult without your input."

"A severely traumatized adult whom you know absolutely nothing about," Landon corrected. "You've barely spoken five words to him."

"Which is why I want to get to know him." Colleen turned away from her brother and toward the team leader instead. "Karine, you're the leader, right? What do you think?"

All eyes turned to Karine for the final verdict. Karine sighed and rubbed a hand over their sweat-soaked forehead. "Look, I get that you want to help, and I don't have a problem with you trying to talk to Elliot, but I need you to understand that if anything happens to him, I can't promise that you'll ever be welcome back here again. I know you're Landon's sister, and like I said, you seem like a really nice person, but we are all very protective over Elliot and we all want what's best for him. So, if you hurt him in any way, you may not be welcome back here. Understood?"

The silence between the five individuals was palpable. Landon, Yvonne, and Broderick were shocked to hear such harsh words come out of Karine's mouth, but they weren't as surprised as they probably should've been.

Colleen, on the other hand, wasn't as shocked as she was impressed. It was refreshing to hear how protective Karine was over Elliot. Colleen nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Understood."

Karine nodded sternly. "Great. I'll go talk to Lyra and Elliot, and then I'll be right back."

Colleen couldn't help the smile growing across her face as Karine disappeared down the hall to run the idea by Elliot and Lyra. She couldn't figure out why she was so excited. Perhaps it was the idea of easing her brother's burden, just as he had done for her many times. Or perhaps it was something else. Colleen didn't know, but she couldn't shake the anticipation she felt.

When Karine returned, her expression was unreadable. Her hands were shoved into her pockets and she released a heavy sigh once she rejoined the group. "So, Elliot is okay with it." Colleen's eyes lit up. "But," Karine continued. "You only have fifteen minutes and Lyra is going to be in there the whole time, unless Elliot explicitly asks them to leave. Understand?"

Colleen nodded. "I understand. Thank you all for being so understanding."

"Why are you so excited about this, Coll?" Landon asked.

Colleen turned her gaze onto her brother. "Because this team is an important part of your life, Landon. If it's possible for me to help ease your burden, then I want to try."

"Elliot is not a burden," Landon assured her.

"I didn't mean to imply that he was. I just mean that all of you are going through something intense, and I want to support you, all of you."

"That's very kind of you, Colleen," Karine said. She shifted her weight nervously from side to side. "But I don't think you realize how serious this is. Elliot was held captive for a year and he's only been back for a few weeks."

Colleen nodded. "I understand."

"Do you? I know Landon explained what happened to him, but I guarantee it's worse than he described."

"Karine, I'll be gentle, I promise. Lyra will be there and she can kick me out at any point if something happens."

Karine sighed, her shoulders heaving beneath the stress of the situation. "Fine. I'm choosing to trust you. Please don't make that a mistake."

"I won't, I promise."

Karine pursed her lips and clenched her jaw. "Okay. Follow me."

Colleen did as Karine asked until they reached Elliot's door. At which point, Karine gently pushed the door open, revealing Elliot sitting cross-legged atop his bed and Lyra sitting beside him, gently combing his hair with their fingers. He was shaking like a leaf and his eyes were glued to the floor. Colleen could've sworn she heard a tiny squeak when the door opened. She really hoped this wasn't a bad idea.

Karine closed the door behind her and Colleen awkwardly stood beside it, unsure of how to start the conversation.

. . .

Elliot leaned into Lyra's touch and tried to quell his trembling.

"It's okay," Lyra whispered, only to him. "I'm here for you."

Tears pricked at the edge of Elliot's vision, but he forced himself to hold them back.

Colleen cleared her throat and Elliot flinched at the sudden noise. "Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I didn't mean to startle you."

Elliot curled up into a tighter ball and said nothing as Lyra continued to play with his greasy hair.

Look at you, dumb, useless dog. Weren't you supposed to be getting better? Is this how a human being reacts to meeting a stranger? Pathetic.

Elliot's lower lip started wobbling, but he wouldn't let himself cry. "H-Hello, M-Miss Colleen," he forced himself to say. It took all his strength to push out those three words and a sensation of physical exhaustion swept over him once he finished.

Colleen smiled so wide her cheeks turned pink. "Hello, honey. I'm so glad to finally meet you. It's been a long time coming, eh?"

Elliot nodded, his shoulders tensing despite Colleen's relaxed demeanor. "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Awkward silence filled the room again. Elliot focused on the feeling of Lyra's fingers moving along his scalp in order to ground himself. He loved the feeling; it made him feel so safe and loved to be touched so gently.

Colleen was the next to break the silence. "Do you mind if I sit with you? I promise not to get too close or touch you without permission."

Elliot didn't know what to say. She was asking him so many questions! What if he said something wrong? What if she ended up hating him? What if she told Landon about what a bad dog he was and then made Landon hate him too?

"Sunshine?" Lyra's gentle voice said, breaking through the unending list of worries continuing to build in Elliot's mind. Elliot turned his tired eyes over to his best friend. "Are you okay? You spaced out there for a second."

Elliot stared blankly at them until his mind caught up to the situation. Colleen had asked him a question and he had yet to answer her. Instead, he'd just sat there and zoned out like an idiot.

Stupid mutt

"O-Oh," he said, his cheeks turning bright pink with embarrassment. "I'm s-sorry."

"It's okay," Lyra assured him. "Colleen just asked if she could sit with you. Is that okay?"

Anxiety flooded Elliot's system; the color drained from his face and his trembling quickened. "U-Um...s-s-sure."

Colleen smiled sadly. "If you're not comfortable with it, that's okay. I don't want you to push yourself. I'm fine standing if that'll make you more comfortable."

Elliot nodded, struggling to regain control of his breathing. "It's-It's n-not my place to-to tell you what to-to do, M-Miss. I kn-know my place."

Colleen glanced between Elliot and Lyra, her pitiful expression growing even more so. "I'll just stand for now, then. No big deal."

Elliot couldn't help but feel the smallest bit relieved. As nice as Colleen seemed on the surface, he still didn't know her, nor did he know what she was capable of.

"So," Colleen began. "Landon told me what happened to you."

Elliot gasped, his face turning red-hot. Of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn't one of them. Why was she here, then? To taunt him about it? To make fun of him? To rent him out? He'd never been used by a woman before. He wondered what that would entail.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Colleen gently assured him. Her voice was warm and comforting, like a cup of hot tea on a rainy day. She was knelt in front of him, her warm, soft hands gently gripping his. "There's nothing to be scared of. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. I'm just here to find out what I can do to help."

"That's very sweet of you, Colleen," Lyra put in. "But I'm not sure there is anything you can do. Unless you're a therapist."

Colleen's face fell slightly. "I'm afraid I'm not a therapist, but I am a mom." That caught Elliot's attention. She gently squeezed one of his hands. "And I heard you could probably use one of those."

Before Elliot had the chance to even process what she'd said, Lyra stepped in, "I think that's overstepping a bit, Colleen." Their voice was suddenly much more stern and serious than it had been previously. Elliot turned his gaze over to them and found a protective demeanor had fallen over them.

Colleen suddenly released her gentle grip on Elliot's hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything negative. I just meant that I have two kids of my own, so I know how to—"

"Elliot's not a kid," Lyra reminded her.

"Of course not," Colleen said. "I just—"

"I think you should go."

Colleen's eyes widened and her countenance gave away how hurt she was. "But—" As she glanced over at Elliot, the way his shoulders shook and his short, uneven breaths became even more apparent. "Honey, are you crying?"

Elliot held his breath. He wasn't crying. In fact, he was trying as hard as he could not to, but with every passing second, his tears threatened to overwhelm him.

Lyra put a hand on his back. "Sunshine?"

Elliot didn't know what to do. He couldn't speak without bursting into tears, but he didn't know how much longer he could hold them back anyway.

As if on cue, tears burst from Elliot's eyes and he buried his face in his hands. "I'm s-sorry," he squeaked out from between his fingers.

Lyra rubbed his back soothingly, coaxing out the pent up emotions he'd been trying to hide. "Sunshine, you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong."

Elliot was all but sobbing now, his small body shaking beneath the weight of his emotions. "P-Please, don't f-fight b-because of me. I'm s-sorry."

Understanding bloomed on both of their faces, eyes going wide. Lyra gently squeezed Elliot's hand. "Sunshine—"

"Lyra?" Colleen interrupted. Lyra tore their gaze away from Elliot and fixed it on their guest. "Can I try something?"

Lyra hesitated. Elliot's breath caught in his throat when he processed Colleen's request. What did 'something' mean? What was she going to do to him?

Elliot didn't hear Lyra grant Colleen's request, but he assumed they had when Colleen slowly kneeled in front of where Elliot sat. Her face was a mixture of emotions, from sympathy to apprehension to regret. She didn't try to hide any of it, and for some reason, Elliot found a small semblance of comfort in that.

Colleen gave Elliot a gentle smile, but it didn't look fake or forced. Just like everything else about her, it seemed entirely genuine. "Elliot?" She began. "I need you to look into my eyes." Elliot did just that; the ocean blue of his eyes slowly rose to meet the sparkling jade of hers. Her smile widened. "Good. May I touch you?" Elliot gasped and shrank back a little, until she said, "Just your hands, I promise. I should've worded that better. May I hold your hands?" Elliot hesitated and then nodded slowly.

Colleen took gentle hold of both of Elliot's shaking hands as she continued to stare into his cerulean eyes. Elliot expected her to speak, to offer some words of comfort, just as everyone else did. So, when she remained completely silent and perfectly still, Elliot grew confused. Still, he continued to so as he was told, never taking his eyes off of hers. Her hands were warm and her eyes were kind and gentle. The longer he stared into them, the more his body seemed to relax. Perhaps it was the confusion that calmed his racing heart, or perhaps it was something else. Nevertheless, it didn't take long for the panic plaguing Elliot's system to completely disperse.

Colleen smiled. "Feel better?"

He did feel better, and that's what was so confusing. "Wh-What did you d-do to me?" He mumbled, his voice still shaky and broken.

Colleen giggled. "Nothing. I just helped ground you."

Lyra raised a skeptical brow. "That was...interesting. Are you sure you're not a therapist?"

Colleen smirked. "I promise I'm not, but I've been going to therapy for at least ten years at this point, and I've had my fair share of panic attacks. This is something my therapist used to do with me when I was younger."

"Th-Thank you, M-Miss Colleen," Elliot sniffled.

"No problem, hun. You can just call me Colleen if you want."

Elliot shook his head. "Th-That's okay, Miss. I-I kn-know my place. I know how to-to address my s-superiors."

Elliot was proud of himself. Surely, he had pleased her with his response. After all, she'd wasted so much energy on him already. He had to show her that he still knew his place.

But based on the look on Colleen's face, he hadn't pleased her. In fact, he seemed to have done the opposite. She looked horrified by what he'd said. What had he said wrong? He was trying to be polite and respectful. He was trying to be good.

Bad dog

Elliot bowed his head. "I'm s-sorry, Miss. I-I didn't mean to-to offend you."

"Oh, honey, you didn't. I was just a little shocked, that's all. Don't apologize."

Even after she said it, Elliot had to resist the urge to apologize. What could he say if not that he was sorry?

"Sunshine?" Lyra said. "I'm going to talk to Miss Colleen outside for a second. Do you need anything?"

Talk? Talk about what? Were they going to plan a punishment for him? Were they going to laugh at how clearly broken he was? Were they going to complain to each other about his insolence and complete inability to do as he was told?

Despite the anxious throughts coursing through his brain, Elliot merely nodded with his head turned downwards.

Lyra nodded and gently ruffled his hair. "Okay. Just come find us if you need anything, 'kay?" He nodded again. With that, Elliot was left to his thoughts, listening to the muffled voices on the other side of his door.

Stupid mutt. They hate you! They're probably planning to send you back to your master to be properly trained. Maybe they've finally realized that you're more trouble than you're worth. They want nothing to do with you

Elliot wanted to argue with the voice in his head. The team had been so nice to him. Surely they weren't planning to throw him out. Right?

Despite his better judgement, Elliot found himself sat on his floor with his ear pressed to the door. He hated to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know what his friends were saying about him.

Bad dog

Elliot flinched.

Landon's was the first voice to come through clearly. "I told you it was bad, Colleen. I told you not to come."

"I'm sorry, Landon!" Colleen shouted. "You didn't tell me how bad it was. In fact, you didn't tell me anything! How was I meant to know?"

"Quiet! He'll hear you."

The voices grew more muffled after that, so Elliot was forced to open the door in order to hear them. Elliot flinched each time the door creaked, but his friends were too enthralled in their conversation to notice.

"You were amazing, Colleen," Lyra said. "I'm still not quite sure what you did, but it certainly worked."

"It was nothing. I'm just glad I could help. It pains me to see that poor boy suffering so much. I don't understand how anyone could want to hurt him."

"Neither do we," Yvonne's voice added. "Elliot is the sweetest, most gentle soul I've ever met. Seeing him go through all of this is harder than anything we've ever experienced."

Tears flooded Elliot's eyes and his lower lip started wobbling. He was hurting his friends. He was making their lives miserable just by existing. He should've known.

"It's only been a few weeks," Broderick said. "But I don't know what we're going to do when we have to go on missions again. I mean, we're not hard off for money yet, but there are six of us. Eventually, we'll have to start taking jobs again and I'm not sure he'll be ready for that."

"It's not like we can leave him here either, though," Landon pointed out. "I mean, what if Whitlock is keeping an eye on him and just waiting for the perfect moment to take him back?"

Elliot stifled a gasp. Master was coming back for him? No, that wasn't possible. Elliot Pet was a useless dog. Why would Master want anything to do with it? Especially after it let itself get stolen.

"I mean, you didn't see the pictures he sent us, Colleen," Landon continued. "You didn't read his message. Whatever you're imagining happened to Elliot isn't nearly as bad as the truth, trust me. We've seen it."

Pictures?

What pictures? What message? Did Master send something to the team? No, that couldn't be true. Surely they would've told Elliot if Master had tried to contact them. So then what was Landon talking about?

"He sent you pictures?" Colleen exclaimed. "Of what?"

"Of Elliot," Karine answered. "He basically sent us pictures of everything he did to Elliot."

Elliot's eyes widened. Master had sent them pictures? That means that they had seen everything that happened to him. Why wouldn't they tell him? This couldn't be true. Surely he had misheard them, right?

Elliot couldn't bear to listen a second longer. All the air was stolen from his lungs and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He stumbled backwards, away from the door, and quickly scrambled over to his window. He needed fresh air. He felt like he was suffocating.

This can't be true. It can't be.

As Elliot opened his window, he couldn't help the feeling of betrayal that overcame him. Why wouldn't his friends tell him that Master had tried to contact them? What did his message say and what kind of pictures had he sent? What had they seen?

Before Elliot could realize what he was doing, he was standing in a pile of snow on the other side of his window. He hadn't been out of the safe house since his rescue, but he couldn't bear to stay in that room a second longer.

They hate you. They're better off without you. All you do is cause problems. It would be so much better for everyone if you just disappeared!

Disappear. Maybe the voice was right. Maybe everyone would be happier if he disappeared. The team would be safe from Master. They wouldn't be woken up in the middle of the night by his incessant nightmares. They could start going to missions again without having to worry about leaving him behind. Yeah...it would be better for everyone.

So with that thought lingering at the forefront of his mind, Elliot started walking, with the team's safe house disappearing into the distance behind him.

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Sorry it took a million years, but life has been really busy for me lately. Still, I'm very much looking forward to chapter 20 😈

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Worthless - Part 18

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Content: strong language, brief mention of past captivity, brief mention of past abuse, brief mention of past noncon, self-hatred, self-deprecation, former pet whumpee

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Landon woke up to the sound of his text tone. It was a sharp ringing sound directly beside his ear, and it made him jerk in surprise and sit straight up. After a few seconds of catching his breath and gathering his bearings, Landon grumbled and lay back down in order to go back to sleep.

Then, he heard the sound again. And again. And one more time, for good measure. Landon groaned and turned onto his side to peer at his phone screen. His eyes were watering as he gazed at the bright screen. The digital clock read 12:42, but Landon hardly paid it any mind. He would've slept much longer if he'd been given the chance.

The text messages were all from the same sender, his little sister, Colleen. Seeing this, Landon's heart rate skyrocketed. It wasn't like the two didn't speak often, but it wasn't like Colleen to send more than one text at a time, unless it was important. Landon just hoped it wasn't about what he suspected it was.

However, as Landon read the texts, the anxiety in his stomach calmed, but only for a moment.

Hey, L! Remember that time you promised to introduce me to your mysterious team? Well, that was over a year ago. Soooo, I've taken the initiative, and I'm on my way over. See you in half an hour!

The next couple texts read,

You better not still be sleeping

I swear to God, Landon, if you're asleep by the time I get there, I'm gonna lose my shit

Landon Jackson Copeland!!!

Landon's stomach dropped. He had intended for Colleen to meet his friends so long ago, but that was before Elliot had been kidnapped. Since then, she'd asked more times than he could count, but he'd had to turn her down every time. Only a few weeks after Elliot had been rescued was not at all a good time to introduce his sister.

Landon quickly sat up, cursing under his breath. "Shit, shit, shit." He clicked on Colleen's name and held the phone to his ear.

She answered on the first ring.

"Good, you're not asleep," she giggled.

Landon wasn't laughing. "Coll, listen to me, now is really not a good time."

"Because of your so-called 'emergency'? It's been over a year, Landon!"

"Because it's really bad! A member of our team is going through something really serious right now, and he can't have any distractions. I'm begging you to go back home. Now is a really bad time."

"It's too late, Landon," Colleen said. "I'm not driving two and a half hours back home when I'm twenty minutes away from you."

Landon dragged a hand down the side of his face. "Colleen, I'm serious."

"So am I. I haven't seen you in over a year. Sure, we talk every day, but it's not the same. You need to be with your family as much as I do. I'm sure your team will understand."

Landon scrambled to his feet and began slipping on a pair of pants that had been discarded on the floor. He kept his phone wedged between his cheek and shoulder to keep it close to his ear. "Can't you do this one thing for me, as my little sister?"

Even though he couldn't see her, Landon could tell she was rolling her eyes. "Come on, Landon. How bad could this 'emergency' possibly be?"

Landon quickly put her on speaker as he slipped a red t-shirt over his red. "Bad enough to last more than a year."

"Well, I can't wait to hear all about it when I get there. See you soon, bye!"

"Colleen...!" She had already hung up.

Landon was panicking. To say that Elliot was doing better wasn't untrue, but he was nowhere near ready to interact with people outside of the team yet. How was Landon supposed to explain to everyone that his stubborn little sister was on her way over? What would Lyra and Karine say about it? Surely, they were going to blame him. What other possibility was there?

After pulling on a pair of socks and shoes, Landon burst from his room in search of the rest of the team.

Elliot was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, with his new art kit open on the coffee table in front of him. He'd hardly put it down since Lyra had gifted it to him, and it seemed to improve his mood exponentially. At the very least, it gave him something to focus on, and something to distract him from the panicked discussions the rest of the team had been having about the pictures they'd received from Elliot's kidnapper.

Lyra was sat beside Elliot, fast asleep and snoring loudly. Broderick was playing some kind of video game, and Karine was writing something in a notebook on her lap. A delicious smell wafted in from the kitchen, so Landon could only assume that Yvonne was in the process of making lunch.

Landon's loud footsteps alerted Karine and Broderick, who looked up from their activities in order to meet his gaze. Karine smirked. "'Bout time you woke up. I was starting to think you had somehow drunk yourself into an early grave." Broderick chuckled, but Landon still wasn't laughing.

Landon rolled his eyes. "Funny. Anyway, Karine, I need to talk to you. We have a...situation."

This seemed to strike Karine. Her amused smile disappeared, she hopped up from her chair, and approached him. "How serious?" she asked as she grabbed him by the arm and steered him into the hallway, out of earshot.

"I'm not sure," Landon said. "Remember my sister, Colleen?"

Karine wore a mask of suspicion. "Yes?"

"Well...she's on her way over."

Karine's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "What?" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do! She's been trying to get me to introduce her to the team since I joined!"

Karine glanced in the direction of the living room and lowered her voice, "Landon, Elliot is not ready to meet a stranger, least of all someone related to you."

Landon rolled his eyes. "Cool it with the insults, would you? This is serious. There's nothing I can do. I tried calling her, but she's already driven two and a half hours to come here, and she refuses to turn back now."

Karine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "How far away is she?"

"About twenty minutes."

Karine threw her hands into the air in exasperation. "Fucking hell. All right, we'll have to warn the team and figure out what to do about Elliot. When she gets here, you're going to meet her at the door and try one more time to see if she'll change her mind."

Landon pursed his lips. "Whatever you say, but I wouldn't put much faith into that plan."

Karine glared at him. "I'm just trying to cover all our bases here, Landon. Let me think, and feel free to chip in, if you feel like being useful for once."

Landon rolled his eyes. "Would it help if Elliot stayed in his room the whole time? Lyra could stay with him."

Karine shook her head. "We can't confine him to his room. He'll think we're hiding him because we're ashamed of him." Karine dragged both of her hands down her face. "How long is she planning to stay?"

"I'm not sure," Landon admitted. "I didn't ask."

Karine sighed in exasperation. "Great," she mumbled. "In that case, we'll warn the team, see how Elliot feels, and then figure out what to do once she gets here."

Landon nodded. "Okay. I assume you want me to tell the team?"

Karine shrugged. "She is your sister."

Landon rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He rounded the corner and entered the living room. During his conversation with Karine, Yvonne had joined the rest of the team and Lyra had woken up. Now, Elliot was in the middle of hiding his drawing from Lyra's eyes, while Broderick was explaining the game he was playing to Yvonne. Landon sighed. "Guys?" All eyes turned to him. Elliot yelped in surprise and curled up to Lyra, but quickly relaxed when his mind caught up with the situation. "We, uh, we have a situation."

Lyra's eyes narrowed. "What kind of situation?" They asked.

"It's not a really serious one. It's just, um...my sister is on her way over."

Elliot's face went white. Lyra's grip tightened around him and they whispered reassuring words into his ears.

Karine appeared behind Landon with her arms crossed over her chest. "We've probably got about fifteen minutes before she gets here."

Elliot's breathing ceased and Lyra gently rubbed his back. Guilt swelled in Landon's stomach as he watched Elliot dissolve into a mini panic attack. His shoulders were shaking and tears started to fill his eyes. The sight was heartbreaking. Luckily, Lyra was able to guide him out of it pretty quickly.

"You're okay," Lyra whispered. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You didn't do anything wrong. Just breathe."

Elliot followed Lyra's breathing until he started to calm down, but he didn't look any less panicked. "I'm s-sorry," he mumbled. Lyra tried to reassure him, but it didn't seem like he believed any of it.

Broderick look at Landon and gestured to Elliot. "Are you sure that's a good idea, given the circumstances?"

Landon shook his head. "I couldn't change her mind. Karine just wanted me to warn everyone and to see how Elliot feels about it."

All eyes turned to the shaking boy on the couch, who flinched under the weight of their gazes. Lyra hugged him close and glared at Landon. "How do you think he feels about it?"

Karine approached Elliot and kneeled in front of the couch. "What would you like to do, Elliot? You don't have to meet her if you don't want to."

. . .

Elliot's mind was racing. He'd almost forgotten that people existed outside of the safehouse. The safehouse was just as the name implied; it was safe. It was warm and comforting and predictable. Nothing ever changed. Elliot knew everyone that lived there and they knew him. How was he supposed to deal with a stranger coming in? What would they think of him?

It took him several moments to realize he'd been asked a question.

Elliot sniffled. "I-I will d-do as I'm t-told."

Apparently, that was the wrong answer. Karine sighed and the expression she wore was unsatisfied. "Would it help if I gave you some options?"

Elliot didn't know the answer to that. He looked at Landon. "I-I will d-do whatever L-Landon w-wants me to. If-If he wants me to-to meet his-his sister, then-then I will. If he w-wants me to-to leave, then..." He turned his sad eyes down to his lap. "Then I'll leave. I-I understand if-if you're embarrassed by me."

Landon frantically shook his head. "I'm not embarrassed by you. I'd love for you to meet Colleen, but only if you're comfortable with it. She can be very stubborn and brutally honest, but she means well."

Karine scoffed. "Sounds familiar," she mumbled.

Landon ignored her. "I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with."

Elliot was conflicted. He wanted to make Landon happy, but he just didn't know if he was ready. "Do-Do you think she'd like me?" He mumbled.

"She'd love you!" Landon exclaimed. "Believe me, you have nothing to worry about. But if you're not comfortable with it, you don't have to meet her. It's totally up to you."

Elliot nervously picked at the skin around his nails. "I-I wanna try."

Lyra rubbed his back. "Are you sure, sunshine? You don't have to."

Elliot nodded. "I w-wanna try," he repeated.

Karine smiled. "That's very brave of you, Elliot. And if you get too overwhelmed, I'm sure Lyra would be happy to stay with you in your room. Right, Lye?"

Lyra nodded. "Of course. I'm very proud of you for trying, but I don't want you to force yourself. I'll help you out of there the second you get uncomfortable, okay?"

Elliot nodded again. "O-Okay. Th-Thank you, L-Lyra."

Lyra smiled and gently combed his hair with her fingers. "Anytime, sunshine."

The room froze when the sound of knocking filled the air. Elliot's face went white and Lyra wrapped their arms around him.

Karine looked at Landon and nodded in the direction of the door. "You know what to do."

Landon rolled his eyes and approached the door. "This isn't gonna work."

"Just try," Karine urged.

Landon sighed and pulled the front door open.

. . .

Seeing his little sister on the other side of the door was bittersweet for Landon. It had been almost two years since he'd seen her, but there was also the matter of Elliot. Still, it was nice to see her smiling face again.

Colleen was grinning from ear to ear, her bright green eyes shining with joy. "Landon!" She exclaimed as she practically tackled her brother in a massive hug.

Landon grunted and stumbled backwards, laughing. "Uh, hey, Coll." He glanced back into the living room. Elliot was still lightly wrapped in Lyra's arms. "Can we talk outside for a minute?"

Colleen let go of him and gave him a skeptical look. "Okay?"

Landon led her onto the porch and sighed as he closed the door behind them. He looked over at her with a tired expression.

Colleen raised a brow. "You okay, L?" Landon didn't know how to answer that.

Landon sighed again and gave a small smile. "It's nice to see you, Colleen."

Colleen's smile returned and she wrapped him in another hug, which nearly cut off his air supply. "God, it's been forever. How are you? What's been going on? Tell me everything!"

"Later," Landon said as he released her from the hug. He shoved his hands into the front pocket of his jeans and smiled. "So, how are the kids? Or, I guess I should ask, where are the kids?" Landon chuckled.

Colleen smiled. "They're great. They're staying with Andrey this weekend while I work to get the divorce finalized. I just got back from grabbing the paperwork, and we decided that we'll sign it together when I pick up the kids on Monday."

Landon raised an eyebrow. "Damn, well...I wasn't gonna ask about that, but I'm glad its going well, I guess. How are the kids taking it?"

Colleen sighed, but her smile didn't falter. "A lot better than I expected, to be honest. Jamari was a little upset at first, but Kiernan was very brave and helped to calm him down quickly. Once we explained it to them, they both understood and they're doing a lot better now."

Landon smiled. "Damn, Kier is more mature than I was at age seven."

Colleen laughed. "She's more mature than you are now."

Landon rolled his eyes. "I guess that's fair. Um..." He needed to try to do as Karine had asked, but the thought was too daunting. No matter how he phrased it, there was no way Colleen was going to take it well.

Colleen nodded. "Yeah?"

Landon didn't know how to say it. It was so nice talking to his sister face-to-face and he didnt want to ruin it by trying to kick her out. He sighed again. "I'm sorry, but...you shouldn't be here, Colleen."

Colleen's smile died. "What?"

Landon shook his head. "I wish I could explain it to you, but..."

"Well, you're gonna have to," Colleen exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest. "I just drove three hours to get here, Landon. I'm not leaving now, especially not without an explanation."

Landon dragged a hand down the side of his face. He didn't know what to say. "Look, I want you here. I really do, but something really bad happened to the team, and we're in a bit of a recovery period. That's all I can say."

Colleen shook her head. "That's not good enough. Why don't you want me here?"

"I do!" Landon exclaimed. "But things are complicated."

"Complicated how?" She asked. Landon didn't know what to say. "You can trust me, Landon. Whatever it is, I can help."

"No, you can't, and that's the problem. None of us can. This is something that just takes time, and you being here won't make it any easier," Landon said.

Colleen didn't say anything to that. After spending a few long moments staring at him as he paced the porch, Colleen released a heavy sigh. "Landon, please. I'm your sister. You've been with me through my rough times, of which there have been many." Landon looked up at her. "So, let me be here for you. I promise, I can help if you'll just let me. Just tell me what's going on."

Landon's shoulders heaved when he exhaled. "Fine," he said. "One of our team members was kidnapped last year." Colleen gasped, but Landon didn't look at her. "He was tortured and dehumanized and...and sexually abused." Landon took a moment to breathe. It was never easy recounting what had happened to Elliot. "When we rescued him, he was nothing like the person we remembered. He was quiet and frightened and-and so, so skinny. He would only move around by crawling across the floor like a dog, and-and he wouldn't eat." Landon had to try hard not to cry. "He's only been back for a few weeks, and-and we've only just gotten him to start eating again. That's why I didn't think it was a good idea for you to come. He hasn't interacted with anyone outside of this house since we rescued him."

Colleen was awestruck. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape. Of all the things Landon could've said, she clearly wasn't expecting that. Landon pursed his lips and shrugged. "Any questions?"

Colleen glanced at the door behind Landon before fixing her gaze back on her brother. "What's his name?"

"Elliot," Landon answered. "He's twenty-two."

Colleen nodded. "I remember you telling me about him when you first joined; how you thought he was a kid at first." Landon nodded, smiling slightly at the memory. "You told me how funny and loud he was. You said he was the human equivalent of a ray of sunshine." Landon's expression turned sad once more. He nodded again. Colleen was silent for a moment. She scratched the back of her head, completely unsure of what to do. "Does he know I'm here?"

Landon nodded. "I told everyone just before you showed up. I wanted to know his thoughts on it and what he wanted to do about it."

"And?"

Landon shrugged. "He wanted to try to meet you; even though I told him that he didn't have to."

Colleen clamped a hand over her forehead and sighed. "Oh god," she mumbled. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for me to come here."

Landon nodded. "Would've saved you a long drive and a lot of trouble if you had just listened to me when I told you we had an emergency."

Colleen ignored him. "Does his family know?"

Landon's face fell. "We are his family."

Colleen nodded. "No, I know, but I mean like his parents and siblings, if he has any. Do they know?"

Landon sighed and rubbed at the growing headache behind his eyes. "Colleen, this team, the five of us, we are his family. We're all he has."

Colleen's eyes widened. "That's so awful. That poor boy." She covered her mouth with her hand as tears flooded her eyes. "But-But maybe that's how I can help. I'm a mom; I'm naturally nurturing."

"Coll-"

"How am I supposed to leave now, knowing what all of you are dealing with? I can help."

"By doing what?"

"I don't know yet, but I want to help." Landon was silent. "Please, Landon."

Landon sighed in defeat. "Fine. Come inside and we can talk to the team about it, okay?"

Colleen's wide smile returned. "Okay."

As Landon pushed the door open, he wasn't surprised to see Karine's disappointed expression. He shrugged and looked at her in a way that said I tried.

Karine's face quickly shifted into a welcoming smile, but anyone that knew her could tell that it was forced. She, along with most of the team, approached the door to greet Colleen, but Lyra remained on the couch with Elliot. They whispered something into his ear, to which he responded by shaking his head.

Colleen smiled as she stepped through the door. Landon couldn't help but glance between his sister and the top of Elliot's head over the back of the couch. The rest of him was buried in Lyra's arms.

Karine stepped forward and held out a hand to Colleen. "You must be Landon's sister. I'm Karine."

Colleen quickly shook her hand. "Colleen. It's very nice to meet you." She giggled. "It's also a long time coming."

Karine nodded. "Agreed, but we've had a bit of a situation we've been dealing with for a while. I'm sure Landon's mentioned it to you."

Colleen nodded. "He told me all about it."

Karine glanced at Landon with an unreadable expression before she gestured to Broderick and Yvonne. "This is Yvonne and Broderick, our researcher and medic."

Colleen shook each of their hands with a large grin on her face. "It's nice to meet both of you."

Yvonne smiled back. "You as well. We've heard a lot about you. It's incredible how close you and Landon are."

Colleen nodded. "We've always been close. I had some tough times growing up, but he was always there for me." She glanced at Landon and gently nudged him with her elbow. "I couldn't ask for a better big brother."

Landon rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Don't compliment me. It doesn't sound right coming out of your mouth." Both Landon and Colleen laughed.

. . .

Elliot listened to Landon introduce his sister to the team. As much as he wanted to join them, to do what Landon wanted him to, he couldn't move.

Lyra rocked him back and forth and whispered, "You don't have to do this. We can always hide out in your room or mine, if you want. Don't push yourself."

Elliot shook his head. "I-I can d-do it," he whispered. "I can b-be good."

Lyra smiled sadly. "Okay, sunshine. Would you like me to go with you?" Elliot nodded without hesitation. Lyra gently rubbed his back. "Okay. Don't worry, I've got you."

Lyra helped both of them off of the couch and started to lead Elliot toward the group by the door. The movement caught their attention and Elliot felt the weight of everyone's eyes bore into him. He whimpered quietly as Lyra squeezed his hand.

Lyra smiled as they reached the door. They stuck their hand out and said, "I'm Lyra, the team caretaker. I've heard a lot about you."

Landon's sister gently shook Lyra's hand and said, "I'm Colleen. It's so nice to meet you." She glanced down at Elliot, who was still protectively wrapped in Lyra's embrace. "And you must be Elliot," she said. "I'm Colleen." The woman quickly stuck her hand out for Elliot to take. He didn't take it, though. Instead, he flinched away and clung to Lyra desperately.

Colleen's smile disappeared and she quickly retracted her hand. "Oh, I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to shake your hand. Landon's told me a lot about you."

Elliot didn't know what that meant. What had Landon told her?

Elliot squeaked and buried his face in Lyra's shoulder.

Colleen frowned. "All good things, I promise. He's very proud of you."

Elliot glanced up at her when she said that. Actually looking at her face was odd. She looked very similar to Landon, but with more feminine features. She had long blonde hair and kind green eyes. She wasn't as tall as Landon, but Elliot could tell she was taller than anyone else on the team. She wore a sweet smile and the tension in Elliot's shoulders started to relax, slightly.

Elliot's mouth was bone-dry, but he forced himself to speak, "H-Hello." It was barely more than a squeak, but Colleen's smile grew when he said it.

"Hello, dear. It's very nice to meet you."

"N-Nice to m-meet you t-too," Elliot forced out. Lyra rubbed his arm encouragingly. He felt pathetic. The old him had no trouble talking to strangers.

Pathetic. This is why stupid dogs shouldn't try to act human. All you're doing is reminding everyone how utterly useless you are.

Colleen glanced at Landon, who's face was a mask of sadness and pity. Elliot wondered what he'd done wrong. He thought he was being polite, but maybe Colleen was put off by how clearly broken he was. Elliot's eyes grew misty, but he forced himself to push back the urge to cry.

Go on and cry, you fucking mutt. It's what they've come to expect from you. It's the only thing you're good at. Show them how pathetic you are.

Elliot squeaked as he fought to hold back the flood of tears threatening to overcome him. His face grew red-hot as the weight of everyone's eyes fell upon him.

"Everything okay, hun?" Colleen asked, genuine concern painting her words.

Lyra rubbed Elliot's back and shoulder. "Are you okay, sunshine? Do you need to step out?"

Elliot couldn't bring himself to speak. He desperately tried to hold back the tears that threatened to push him over the edge. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just talk to Colleen like any normal human? Why couldn't he do anything he was told?

Colleen leaned over a bit so her face was level with Elliot's. "If you need some time alone, hun, that's totally okay. I completely understand. Please don't push yourself."

Lyra squeezed Elliot's shoulder. "Come on, sunshine. Let's get you to your room."

Elliot wanted to argue. He wanted to say that he could do as he was told, that he could be good, but it was too hard. He did need some time alone, but he didn't want to displease anyone. So, he simply nodded and let Lyra gently guide him to his room with a hand on his back.

Colleen Copeland has finally made an appearance! I've been looking forward to adding her in for so long and I'm so excited that she's finally been introduced! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you like my newest character! (I will be adding her backstory onto the character backstory link on the masterlist)

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Worthless - Part 17

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Elliot couldn't sleep. He'd tried, of course, but the nightmares plaguing his sleep made it difficult to do so. He hadn't woken up screaming this time, but he still couldn't close his eyes without seeing images of his torment, his assault. Now, he was wide awake, flinching at every little sound. It was miserable. He was exhausted and he just wanted to sleep.

It wasn't long before morning rolled around. The sun shone through the gaps in his blinds, painting stripes of light across his walls. He could hear his teammates milling about, talking, preparing breakfast. As much as he wanted to join them, he just didn't have the energy. His eyes continued to slip shut, despite his efforts to stop them. His head lulled forward and he struggled to keep it up. Sleep was the only thing on his mind.

Elliot jerked when the door opened, startled by the sudden intrusion. He looked up at his smiling visitor with heavy-lidded eyes.

Lyra smiled. "Morning, sunshine. Everything okay?"

Elliot could hardly hear them, but he forced a nod anyway.

Lyra tilted their head to the left. "You sure? You look exhausted. Did you sleep well last night?"

His head lulled forward again and Lyra rushed to his side before he could topple to the floor. "Elliot!" Lyra put their hands on both of his shoulders and held him at arm's length. "Sunshine, why are you so tired? Did you get any sleep at all last night?"

Elliot forced a slow shake of his head. "T-Tired."

"You look tired. What happened? Why didn't you sleep?"

"N-Nightmare."

Lyra's expression softened. "Oh." They brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry, sunshine. I thought those were getting better."

Elliot fought to stay awake. "Th-They are, b-but s-sometimes they..." His eyelids threatened to slip shut but he snapped them back open. "They-They get b-bad again."

Lyra nodded in understanding. "So, was last night a bad one?"

Elliot nodded. "Mhm."

"Well, why don't you try to get some sleep now, then? I'll watch over you and I'll wake you up the second you start having a nightmare."

Elliot shook his head. "Don't w-wanna sleep. T-Too scared."

Lyra sighed. "Elliot, you're exhausted. You need sleep." Elliot shook his head again. Lyra pursed their lips and thought for a moment. If he was too afraid of his nightmare to sleep, perhaps distracting him will help him relax enough to try. "Why don't I give you some kind of distraction, then?" Elliot looked up at that and tilted his head to the side. "There's actually something I've been meaning to give you since I got back. I've just been waiting for the right time. Want me to go get it?"

Elliot considered their offer. A distraction would get his mind off of his haunting nightmare. Usually, the prospect of a gift would make him anxious, but he trusted Lyra enough that he was sure they'd gotten him something he'd really like.

He nodded and Lyra beamed. "Awesome! I'll just go get it, then!" With that, they were gone, leaving Elliot's creaking door wide open. Elliot stared out into the hallway and thought about what Lyra's gift could be. It was an odd feeling, trusting someone again, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It was just different.

When Lyra returned, they were holding a large, wrapped box with a bow of ribbon on the top. "I got this for you while I was away. I had the person at the store wrap it after I bought it, and everything." Lyra gently pushed it closer to Elliot. "I've been waiting to give it to you until I thought you needed a pick-me-up. Sure, there have been a few opportunities, but they didn't feel right. Anyway, go on, open it."

Elliot was skeptical, but it wasn't in his nature to turn down an order. He slowly began to rip the paper off and untie the bow, glancing at Lyra every once in a while to confirm he wasn't making a mistake. Once the wrapping paper was completely gone, all that sat in its place was a burgundy briefcase.

Confused, Elliot looked up at Lyra and tilted his head like a dog.

Lyra was beaming. "Open it," they urged.

Still cautious, Elliot did as he was told. The clasps pinched his fingers and he winced and opened the case. Inside were loads of art supplies, from colored pencils to charcoal to markers to paint and brushes. There was even a little drawing book in the middle of all of it.

Elliot repressed the urge to gasp as he took in everything.

"It's an art kit!" Lyra shouted, startling Elliot and making him jump. "Sorry. Anyway, I saw this in a store window while I was away and thought it might be something you'd enjoy. I know you haven't drawn in a while, but I was thinking that maybe this would help you get back into it." Elliot continued to marvel at all of his new supplies, completely silent. Lyra's smile faltered. "Um, I was also thinking that, if you were afraid to start, maybe we could draw something together. It could be just the two of us, or the whole team. It's up to you."

Elliot ran his fingers over a few of the supplies. He had forgotten what it felt like to draw and create. Words had always been hard for him, that's why drawing had always been so important to him. It was a way for him to communicate without words. He wondered if he'd even remember how to hold a pencil.

Lyra's smile faded. "You don't like it, do you." Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes wide as though he'd forgotten they were in the room. "It's okay, you don't have to use it if you don't like it."

"N-No!" Elliot exclaimed. Lyra started, shocked at the force behind the word. "I-I love it." Tears started to fill his eyes. "Th-Thank you, Lyra."

Lyra's smile slowly started to return. "Really? I'm so glad!"

Elliot nodded, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It's-It's j-just been so l-long since s-someone gave me such a n-nice gift. Th-Thank you."

Lyra reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ears. "Of course, sunshine. I would do anything for you, just to see you smile."

Elliot wanted to. He wanted to smile like he used to, like he knew his friends wanted him to, but he just couldn't. He just wasn't there yet, and it made him feel so incredibly guilty. He just hoped they didn't hate him for it.

Lyra jumped and gasped when her phone vibrated in her pocket. The sharp sound startled Elliot, but he relaxed when she pulled out her phone. "Sorry, sunshine. I didn't mean to startle..." She trailed off and her smile disappeared in an instant.

Anxiety began to churn in the pit of Elliot's stomach. His mind was racing with every possibility of what he could've done wrong, but he couldn't come up with anything. He thought he'd been good. "L-Lyra?"

Lyra looked up abruptly and forced the smile back onto their face. "Sorry, I just, um..." They glanced at their phone again. "I need to take care of something." They stood up and began to walk backwards in the direction of the door, never taking their eyes off of Elliot. "Feel free to...start drawing if you want."

Elliot glanced between his new art kit and his best friend. "Is-Is everything okay?

Lyra nodded as they reached for the doorknob. "Everything's fine. Nothing you need to worry about. I'll be back soon, I promise." With that, they shut the door behind them, leaving Elliot confused and anxiously staring at the door.

. . .

Lyra felt sick. Everything had been going so well! Elliot nearly smiled! He was happy! Then, in an instant, it was all ruined.

The second they left Elliot's room, they opened their phone again. They wished they had imagined what they'd seen, but they hadn't. On their phone were dozens upon dozens of pictures and videos, sent from an unknown number. Each one displayed Elliot in a humiliating or painful position. There wasn't a single one of them were he was fully clothed. The most he wore was a stained, torn shirt and a pair of dirty boxers, and then there were some where he wasn't wearing anything.

He looked like a skeleton. His ribs were pushing out from behind his pale skin. There were tears in his eyes and sometimes a gag or a muzzle around his mouth. In some of them, he wore a tight leather collar, while in others, he wore a shock collar. There was even a video of him crawling across the floor like a dog, being dragged around by a leash. There was another where Christian's off-screen voice was shouting dog commands at him and laughing.

There was no light or hope in his eyes in any of the pictures. He looked completely defeated and broken, like he didn't believe anyone cared about him.

The further Lyra scrolled, the more disturbing the images got. There were a few in which Elliot was completely naked and in such vulnerable and violating positions. There were some in which he was covered in dirt and blood and other bodily fluids that weren't his own. Lyra gagged. They'd known what had happened to him, but they could never have imagined what it looked like.

Beneath all of the photos and videos, there was a single text message that read:

It's been two years since I was kicked from the team. Just wanted to show you all what came of that decision ;) - CW

P. S. Send my regards to my little pet. I can't wait to see it again.

Lyra thought they were going to vomit. They read the message over and over again, desperate to understand why and how Christian had sent it.

"Lyra!" Karine's frantic voice shouted from the living room.

Lyra snapped out of their trance and followed the voice. Karine, Yvonne, Broderick, and Landon were all sitting there with horrified expressions on their faces. Their phones were open on their laps and Lyra could only assume that they had received the same message. Landon was scrolling through the photos on Broderick's phone while Yvonne was wrapped in the medic's arms. Karine looked absolutely furious.

Lyra's heart was pounding. "Did you get it too?"

Karine looked up at her and nodded. "You were with Elliot when we all received it. He didn't see anything, did he?"

Lyra shook their head. "I don't think so. He was distracted."

Karine sighed in relief and plopped back onto the couch. "Thank god."

Landon looked about ready to hurl Broderick's phone across the room. "That monster!"

Lyra shushed him. "Keep your voice down. Elliot is going to hear you."

Landon shook his head. "How could someone do this? Elliot is the most gentle person on the planet! How could someone treat him like this?" His knuckles were bone-white where he gripped the phone.

Broderick had tears in his eyes. "What are we gonna do, Karine?"

Karine was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure. This isn't a clear threat, so there's not much we can do."

"Not a clear threat?" Landon exclaimed. "I think it's pretty clear that he intends to come back for Elliot."

Lyra shushed him even harder this time. "Elliot can't know about this, Landon. Stop shouting."

Landon threw his hands into the air in irritation. "What else am I supposed to do? Have you looked at these pictures, Lyra?"

"Yes," Lyra answered instantly. "I looked at every single one and they made me sick. Hell, I still feel like vomiting, but letting Elliot know about this is only going to make things worse. He's been doing so well lately, and I don't want to see him regress, do you?"

Landon didn't answer. He handed Broderick his phone back and angrily folded his arms over his chest. "I should've killed that monster when I had the chance."

"Me too, Landon, but we can't change what he didn't do," Karine said. "If I had shot Christian when I first found out what he was doing to Elliot, none of this would've happened, but I didn't. So, I could blame myself for this, or I could help Elliot heal from the trauma he went through. Either way, it won't change what happened."

Yvonne wiped away her tears. "So, what should we do, Karine?"

Karine took a moment to consider their options. The rest of the team waited with bated breath to hear her answer. Eventually, she said, "I think we should tell Elliot."

Lyra's eyes widened. "Are you nuts? We're not telling him about this!"

"He has a right to know, Lyra."

"He's already mortified by what happened to him, Karine!" Lyra shouted. "How do you think he'll react when we tell him that we've seen evidence of what he went through?" No one had an answer.

Karine's shoulders heaved. "So, what do you think we should do, then, Lyra? Ignore this?"

"I don't know!" Lyra shouted. "I just..." They ran a hand down the side of their face. "I can't bear to see him get any worse, and I don't see anything good coming out of telling him."

"So, what's your plan, then?" Landon asked.

Lyra thought for a beat. "All of you, just delete the messages and block the number. I'll take care of this." Without allowing their teammates even a second to respond, Lyra turned and stormed in the direction of their room.

"Lyra!" Karine shouted after them, but they were already gone.

Lyra locked the door behind them, pulled out their phone, and pressed it to their ear. The incessant ringing only fueled Lyra's growing anxiety, but that quickly faded when a deep voice on the other end of the call said, "Hey, Lyra. What's up?"

Lyra didn't have time for pleasantries. "Hey, Gary. You told me to call if Christian ever tried to contact any of us? Well, there's something you should see."

. . .

Elliot almost didn't want to touch any of his new art supplies. They were all so perfect and pristine, the numerous colors arranged in a gorgeous rainbow, the blending pencils untouched by charcoal or graphite. The paint brushes were still soft and clean, and the erasers were still perfectly shaped.

He spent an unnecessarily long time admiring his new supplies, his mind overwhelmed with the possibilities of what he could create. He hadn't thought about drawing in over a year, but the prospect filled him with a sense of warmth he was no longer familiar with.

After a while of mindlessly admiring his supplies, Elliot eventually decided to start with a simple sketch. He chose a beautifully sharpened pencil and turned to the first clean page in the drawing book. He was elated just holding the pencil. Staring at the blank page, a million possibilities ran through his head. It gave him a headache, but he hardly noticed. For once, he didn't want to overthink things. So, he put the tip of the pencil to the clean, white paper and started to draw.

It was exhilarating. His hand moved across the paper, seemingly with a mind of its own. Who knew such a simple thing could cause so much joy? It wasn't the kind of joy he got from pleasing his superiors either. It was different, stronger. It made him feel almost...human. In fact, it was the first time in months that he truly felt like Elliot again.

Sorry this chapter took so long! I've been really busy and haven't found much time to write. I don't love this chapter, but the next one is one that I'm very excited about😈

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