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the11tailedwrites · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 7: Forced to Watch Bad Things Happen Bingo: Sun Burn Characters: Hiro "Oni" Watanabe, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, König Fandom: Call of Duty Cw/Tw: torture, whipping @badthingshappenbingo

The mission was supposed to be very straightforward. Get in, get information regarding a Japanese crime syndicate and get out.

The problem arose, however, when their intel turned out wrong and there were far too many enemies for a team of three (König, Horangi and Oni).

In the end, all three ended up captured.

Horangi was shoved to his knees and his mask was removed and his wrists were bound. König was shoved down beside him, his hood torn off.

Finally, Oni was shoved down and his helmet removed. Oni bared his teeth, glaring up at the man. One of the men, now holding Oni's helmet, cocked his head before grinning, wide.

"Well, well, well," he said, leaning in close, "The wayward son finally makes it home. Your father will want to see you, Hiro-chan~"

Oni's face dropped suddenly and he shifted, looking away.

The man turned back to one of his allies and said something in Japanese. The man walked away.

"Oni," hissed Horangi

"Don't," Oni hissed back

They all waited in silence for a long time before the door opened again and an older Japanese man walked in. He was wearing a fine suit and walked with a cane.

Oni's back snapped up, rigid straight and his head was bowed.

"Hiro, my traitorous son," said the man, stopping in front of Oni

The man grabbed Oni's chin and forced him to look at him.

"How far you have fallen," he said, tsking

"I could say the same for you," rasped Oni, "We were a clan of Samurai! What happened to your honor!"

The man raised his cane, pulled off the cap at the bottom of the cane and slashed it across Oni's face. Oni's head whipped to the side. Blood bubbled up from the wound and trickled down his face. Horangi yelled and lunged forward, but was held back by two of the men. The older Watanabe turned his head towards the Korean and Austria men.

"Do not interfere in the punishment of my son," he snapped

"Oni's our teammate!" snarled König, "We'll interfere all we like,"

The man tutted before grabbing Oni's arm and forcing him up.

"Walk," he ordered before turning to his men, "Ano futari mo tsurete koi yo,"

The men grabbed Horangi and König and dragged them out.

Horangi and König were shoved onto their knees in the middle of an open dirt field. Oni, now stripped of his shirt, was shoved to the ground with his wrists bound tightly in front of him with chains dug deep into the ground.

Oni's father stood just behind Oni, another man standing beside him holding a whip. Horangi felt his blood go cold.

"As you can see," said Oni's father, "I must punish my son for failing to join the family business,"

"Fuck you," spat Oni

Oni's father gave the signal and the whip went down. Oni cried out in pain as the whip made contact with his skin. The whip slammed down against Oni's bare back multiple times, causing Oni to cry out with each hit.

It lasted for a full hour. When the whip was finally lowered, Oni's back was a bloodied mess. Oni was hunched over, panting hard, face wet with tears.

"Oni!" called Horangi, struggling against his binds.

Oni's father walked across and stood in front of him, using his cane to tilt Oni's head up. He spoke to Oni, but Horangi couldn't make out what it was.

Oni's father than yelled something in Japanese to his men and Horangi and König were hauled up and dragged back to their cell.

Through the bars, they could still see Oni, who had been left in the middle of that field, shirtless.

Hours passed and no one moved to collect Oni. The sun's rays assaulted the other man's back and shoulders as his wounds leaked blood weakly. It didn't take long for Oni's back and shoulders to be horribly sun burnt.

Finally, their captors grabbed Oni (who screamed in agony as pressure was placed on his sun abused shoulders) and dragged him back to their shared cell. The door was opened and Oni was thrown in.

Oni landed on his back and blacked out immediately.

Horangi hurried to his side and crouched down. He pulled Oni up and rolled him onto his stomach. König walked over and pulled off his shirt (which was only slightly less dirty than the floor) and placed it onto Oni's back. Oni whined in pain.

"Sorry, Oni," murmured König, pressing the shirt down in order to plug some of the wounds

Oni thrashed, but Horangi held him still. König finished the job and leaned back just as Oni awoke. He groaned and tried to push himself up, but he fell with a yelp the second pressure was placed on his sun burnt wrists.

"Easy, Oni," urged Horangi, "Just lay still, alright,"

Oni obeyed, too weak to really protest.

"I don't think we'll need to keep them plugged for long, they'll stop bleeding soon," murmured König and Horangi nodded.

None of the men were quite sure how much time passed. Every day, Oni was dragged away but their captors and returned bloodied.

On what König assumed was their fifth day of imprisonment, Oni started coughing, bad. The coughs shook his entire body, sounding rough and painful. His face flushed with fever and he started panting hard, as if breathing was a struggle.

Horangi placed his hand on Oni's forehead before pulling back.

"He's burning up," the man said, turning to König

"You think it's Pneumonia?" fretted König, brows knitting in concern

"...König, Yeoba, it could very well be just a fever," said Horangi

"Right, sorry," mumbled König

"No need to apologize," said Horangi, 'Judging by the coughing, though, you may be right,"

The door opened and both men spun around as their captors entered the room. As they moved to grab Oni, König and Horangi body blocked him.

"He's too sick!" snapped Horangi, "You want him alive to punish him more, right? If you keep at it, he'll die!"

"Yeah right," sneered one

As if on cue, Oni let out a horrible cough. He doubled over on the bed, coughing madly. Horangi hurried over and helped him sit up as Oni continued to hack up a lung.

Finally, the coughing stopped, but Oni didn't open his eyes.

The men muttered something in Japanese and then two of them left, leaving the other three behind. The three kept their guns trained on the KorTac operatives.

The men who left returned with a doctor, who confirmed Horangi and König's fears.

"Pneumonia," the doctor said, looking up at the men, "Best you let him rest or he will die,"

Clearly unhappy about it, but not willing to disobey their boss and let Oni die, they left them alone.

The following morning, Horangi awoke to gunfire and shouting men. After sharing a look with König, he slowly made his way to the bars. He didn't even make it before one of the men collapsed to the floor. There was blur and a familar woman stepped on his back and pulled the trigger, blowing the man's head open.

"Roze!" he called

The American woman looked up and grinned.

"Horangi!" she said before grabbing the key off of the guard and opening the door, "You three were harder to find than a needle in a haystack,"

Then she spotted Oni, laying weak and ill on the only bed in the cell.

"Shit, how bad?" asked Roze, as she lifted Oni onto her back and they all made their way out of the cell.

"Pneumonia," said König, "These people, they work for his father,"

Roze shot them a bewildered look.

"I'm guessing dear old dad wasn't proud of his son running around playing soldier and leaving behind the family business," said Roze and they ran through the hall strewn with the corpses of the men Roze had killed to get to them.

They entered another hallway and spotted Fender and Zeus, both mid finish of the last two men in that hall.

"Fender! Zeus!" yelled Roze, "I got them,"

Both men turned, nodded when the spotted König and Horangi before shooting glances and the weak Oni on Roze's back.

"Let's get the hell out of here," hissed Roze

It took Oni twelve days before he fully recovered and another eight before he woke up. He refused to tell anyone about the private torture sessions with his father, but he did thank König and Korangi for trying to help him as best they could. König had smiled and stated that he would do it again.

#febuwhumpday7 #febuwhump2023 #bad things happen bingo #prompt: forced to watch #prompt: sun burn #hir “oni” watanabe #kim “horangi” hong-jin #könig #körongi #call of duty modern warfare #whump fanfiction

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blogger360ncislarules · 2 years

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Deeks gets forced to watch a very headache inducing movie.

@badthingshappenbingo

#badthingshappenbingo #prompt: forced to watch #ncis la #my work #ncis la drabble

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storyweaverofgondor · 2 years

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Summary: Face is captured during a job and things go downhill from there.

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#whumpay2022 #Prompt: Held At Gunpoint #Prompt: Forced To Watch #major character injury #a-team #a-team fanfic

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auroragehenna · 3 months

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I think we spare our Caretakers too much from bystander trauma✨

If you capture your Caretakers alongside your Caretakers don‘t be shy. Give them the trauma from watching Whumpee get whumped! Make them suffer!!

Think of the possibilities!!

Guilt! Imposter Syndrome/pushing their own suffering down (how do they have the right to feel this bad after all they weren‘t hurt)! Do they become overly clingy toward Whumpee?! Paranoid?! Overprotective! Does Whumpee get what‘s going on!? Or do they get mad?! Confused?! Guilty?!

Just sheisbkd. Don‘t spare them✨✨

#whump #whump blog #whump community #caretakers #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #caretaker whump #whumping the Caretaker #whumping the Caretakers #forced to watch #whumpee #aftermath #aftermath of whump #whump trope #whump prompt #whump scenario

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cassidysinferno · 4 months

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Prompt #8

cw referenced drugging & kidnapping??

The villain gave hero a truth serum and asked hero to tell their darkest secret, expecting a some sort of corrupt agency or a crime they did so the villain can use that to blackmail the hero.

Hero instead spilled the most horrifying, gut wrenching, traumatizing backstory known to man that they kept bottled up their whole entire life and villain just thinks. "oh.... you're kind of fucked up actually....you need to Seek Help how did you even get through those what the fuck."

#hero x villain #hero x villain community #hero x villain prompts #i love heroes that are mentally fucked up in the head.#“HAH! I JUST GAVE YOU A TRUTH SERUM! NOW TELL ME YOUR DARKEST SECRET >:)”#“i was having dinner with my family and some random people broke in and killed my family in front of me and forced me to watch it.”#“..oh”#lowkey a you're next reference for those 3 tags #lowk a vent 2

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nelkcats · 1 year

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What do you mean by twins?

Star and Stephanie are twins. They were raised quite normally, until their father was revealed on the news to be a villain and not just a normal prisoner. Although their mother was aware of it, the rest of the city was not, and suddenly her daughters were in danger.

The families of those Cluemaster had attacked became enraged and sought revenge on those closest to him: his family. Unfortunately, their mother could not take care of both of them and when the press revealed the identity of one of the twins, she made a risky decision.

She asked her brother to take care of Star, to hide her, and she stayed with Stephanie. They were both too young to remember, and over the years they lost touch. The twins' mother did not want to risk her brother who was now living in Amity Park. So she didn't call frequently.

On one occasion where a football match between Amity and Gotham was held, Star participated as a cheerleader. Not noticing Stephanie's frightened look from the stands. Had someone cloned her? Why?

The bat family got paranoid and tried to initiate contact with "the clone" to get a sample, but the Amity Parkers were too cautious. And the bats swore they felt eyes on the back of their necks every time they tried to get close.

Of course, the Amity Parkers wouldn't let them get close, which made the vigilantes even more frustrated. The worst part is that it was all a misunderstanding, but that didn't stop the battle between the two sides.

#dpxdc #Star and Stephanie are twins #Star is kinda aware #even if she doesn't know the identity of her twin sister #Stephanie doesn't remember #she is so centered on her job as Spoiler #that she didn't ask #and her mother didn't tell her yet #dp x dc #dc x dp #amity parkers #They are closest than ever after the Pariah Dark thing #The students of Casper High protect each other #The eternal trio is watching the vigilantes #The Amity Parkers are a force to be reckoned even if they don't like to fight #Casper High vs All Gotham vigilantes #Most of the class attends Casper's games on other schools in case a ghost escapes anyway so everyone is there #Amity Parkers are a force of nature at this point #dp x dc prompt

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princessbrunette · 13 days

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princess, do you think rafe in a relationship would be soft!rafe or dark!rafe ?? just curious :)

okay so honestly, as much as i love writing rafe to be all dark and stuff it’s hard to tell what he’s actually like in a relationship because we don’t see him going around treating women poorly (aside from his sister but obviously that’s different). the worst we got from him was “tell kiara she looks pretty hot for a pogue” and honestly that’s not even that bad + was said just to get under jj’s skin. in season 1 we see rafe at that party having normal interactions and joking around with the girls he’s selling to, not being creepy or a weirdo — and in s3 we see that he’s actually very courteous and respectful towards sofia. anyway tangent aside

i think there’d be a mixture of both, realistically. whilst rafe was being nice and respectful towards sofia we don’t truly know because it seemed that they were just sleeping together and not in a relationship, and plus they met like a week ago — so we can’t tell if he’ll develop into being more psycho and controlling or if he is able to separate his romantic relationships to his personal struggles.

i think he would be pretty good towards you for the most part. would try and control his anger (doesnt mean he wouldn’t lose his temper occasionally but he’d definitely hold back) the darkness would come more from him keeping secrets about the shady stuff he gets up to / bad things he’s done in the past (shot the sheriff, shot sarah, drowned sarah etc) and probably manipulative when he wants you to see things his way. other than that, not as bad as ppl might think he’d be 😭

#rafesgiirl #the way i just rambled #also my guy friend who i forced to watch obx told me that the way i defend rafe reminds him of pablo escobars wife so idk maybe im the crazy #one #rafe cameron prompt

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serickswrites · 4 months

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Shake It Off

Warnings: captivity, restraints, choking, seizures, forced to watch, torture, poison

Caretaker swallowed as they watched Whumpee convulse in the chair opposite them. Watched as Whumpee's muscles contracted and their limbs jerk against the restraints that kept them in the chair. Watched as the choking sounds echoed in their ears and foam fell from Whumpee's lips.

Caretaker was utterly powerless as they watched Whumpee seize and choke after Whumper had force fed Whumpee the poison. They were utterly powerless as they jerked on their own restraints trying to be free. Utterly powerless as Whumper laughed as they watched Whumpee seize.

"Face it, Caretaker, there's nothing you or anyone can do for Whumpee."

"No!" Caretaker renewed their efforts to try and break free. Whumpee began to still and grow quiet once more. They had to get to Whumpee. Had to get to Whumpee and get out of there.

"Don't worry, Caretaker. I won't kill Whumpee." Whumper walked over to Whumpee, caressing their hair gently. "I'm having too much fun to end it now."

Whumpee's eyes were dazed and confused. They were seeing the room without seeing. Caretaker tried to catch Whumpee's eye, but couldn't. "Whumpee, Whumpee, you're ok. Whumpee!"

Whumper fisted Whumpee's hair, jerking their head up roughly. "They're too out of it to hear you, Caretaker." Whumper dropped Whumpee's head violently. "We'll see how long they can be entertaining. I'll grow bored with them eventually. I always grow bored with them. And you've seen what happens to my toys when they get boring."

Caretaker swallowed once more. Caretaker had seen the mutilated corpses. They had seen exactly what Whumper did to their victims. Caretaker couldn't let that happen to Whumpee. There had to be a way to get out of there.

"Just hang in there, Whumpee," Caretaker murmured once Whumper had gone. "I'll find a way to get you out of here."

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw choking #tw seizures #tw forced to watch #whumpcember #whumpcember 2023 #day 21 #day 22 #prompt: choking #prompt: seizure #queue #tw poison

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hold-him-down · 2 months

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A prompt: Ivan has Leo strung up and is doing something unpleasant to him

tw: forced to fight, electrocution, restraints, nonsexual nudity, noncon touch

notes: somewhere early in ivan days

Strung Up

“It’s different from the collar,” Ivan says, somewhere just outside of Leo’s line of sight. He tries to crane his neck, to twist his body, to get eyes on what's to come. He can't pinpoint what exactly it will be, but he knows it won't be good. He's been in this room for what could be hours, what feels like hours, his wrists bound tightly above his head, his body hanging.

From above the door, the red light promises as much.

He isn't made to wait long. Without warning, Ivan materializes in front of him, his fingers digging into Leo's chin to lift his head.

“You know it fucking frustrates me that you make me take these measures, Leo,” he says, peering up at him through narrowed eyes.

Leo can feel himself shaking, with every movement sending shooting pain through his shoulders. He doesn’t look away, though.

He can’t, however, form the words he knows he needs to form. The, 'I’m sorry, sir,' that he knows Ivan craves. His throat is raw, and even if he wanted to say it, he doesn't think any sound would come. He can't apologize, and he can't promise it won't happen again, because he's not sorry, and it will, he thinks. It will happen again, and again, and again. Because something in him is broken, and he's almost positive he won't make his way out of this contract, and at night, when that becomes its most obvious, his resolve gets stronger and stronger.

He's drawn back to the moment by an unexpected blow and his vision swims, and almost mercifully his head drops, and the world goes dark.

✥ ✥ ✥

“Come back to me,” Ivan is saying, almost lovingly. And then, as Leo forces his eyes open, Ivan says, “There you are.”

Leo's stomach turns over, and the inescapable pain momentarily overcomes him. Through dried, cracked lips, Leo whispers a nearly-silent, “Please,” and Ivan steps back.

It’s in that moment that Leo sees the long, almost definitely electrified baton, come toward his stomach, and a moment later, the world is engulfed in a fiery pain that consumes every part of him.

He can’t quite tell when Ivan stops, but he knows that it happens, because eventually he becomes aware of parts of himself. The screams that pull from deep within his chest, sending fresh flames through his already raw throat. Each thrash against the restraints that lights his shoulders ablaze. The sweat that drips from his hair, down his face and neck, onto somewhere below him.

“Easy, easy,” Ivan is saying, his voice close. “Take a breath, Leo,” he whispers. Leo sucks in as much air as he can, and Ivan laughs softly, his lips touching Leo’s forehead. “My boy,” he says, pulling back enough to see his whole face. "You are doing fine."

He’s distantly aware that it’s no longer just Ivan and him in the room, but further back, a man stands next to Ivan’s doctor.

Ivan is speaking to the man, who walks over to Leo with a hunger in his eyes.

He’s young, maybe no older than Leo himself. He rolls the sleeves up on his crisp white shirt and puts his hand out. Leo flinches as the man makes contact, first cupping the back of his neck, then running the same hand down his chest.

He holds Leo’s gaze for a moment then smiles, taking a step back.

“You think more?” Ivan asks, and the man nods.

Ivan looks at Leo then, and says, “You lost him a shit ton of money tonight.” Ivan sucks in a sharp breath, and continues, “Granted, it was fucking stupid to bet on you, wasn’t it? You are not ready for all that. Yet.”

Leo swallows, steeling himself against the pain that he knows is coming.

“I have been brainstorming with some of my guests, what to do with you.” He clicks his tongue. “A consolation prize would be interesting, I think. We have to keep the clientele happy, don’t we?” This part, he says softly; a secret between the two of them.

“I’m sorry,” Leo finally chokes out, his voice teetering on the edge of desperation.

“You say that a lot,” Ivan whispers back, with bite behind the words. He retreats and hands the tool to the other man, winking at Leo as he does. “Enjoy your time with him,” Ivan says, louder now, more a message to Leo than to anyone else. “I don’t prefer to share my boys in this way, but sometimes, it is justified.” Ivan gives Leo a once-over and Leo wonders, briefly, what he sees. How bruised he’s become, just in the two weeks he’s spent here. How thin he is, how desperate for any kind of reprieve. If he can see how he shakes, if he knows how bad it hurts. He blinks slowly, on the edge of losing consciousness and simply drifting away. He knows Ivan won’t allow it. If he knows nothing else, of that much he’s sure. Breaths come harder and slower, and he hears, distantly, “If you feel that he is dying, send Mikhail a text message. He is prepared to deal with it.”

Through heavy, salt-burned eyes, Leo watches Ivan retreat, and the doctor follows. Without warning, the man turns to him, and as instantly as a thought of mercy crosses his mind, it vanishes, and the world is once more engulfed in flames.

✥ ✥ ✥

When Leo awakens, he’s being carried through the maze-like halls of the basement. He tries to lift his head, to give some indication that he’s conscious, but no part of his body will cooperate. He doesn’t have the strength to hope that the man carrying him is not the same man who did this to him; he doesn’t have the strength to hope for anything.

“It’s alright,” he hears, but the sounds are warbled, the voice unfamiliar. “Almost there.”

He’s carried into one of the bathrooms and placed carefully into the shower stall. Through blurred vision, he can see that the light is yellow, and he lets himself drift away.

He's distantly aware of time passing, of being moved, of being spoken not to, but about. When he opens his eyes again, it's another worker, familiar only to him in passing, who leans over him, washing away the evidence of what was done. Leo begins the agonizing process of trying to speak, but before he can, the man says, “Don’t.” He moves the rag down Leo’s side, his touch light but not light enough to avoid reigniting the dulling pain. Leo flinches.

“Sorry,” the man says, his voice devoid of any real emotion. “Petrov won’t tolerate camaraderie.” The worker repositions Leo, rinsing away more blood and exposing more of the damage to his body. “I’d be lying if I said I knew what exactly he wanted me to do to you here.” Leo isn’t sure if the man is talking to him or not, so he stays silent. “Mikhail, the doctor, will see you once you’re cleaned up,” he continues. “You’re Leo, right?”

Leo urges himself to focus on the man, nodding.

“I’m Dante,” he says. There's silence as the worker, Dante, continues dutifully washing Leo's wrecked body. Several minutes pass in this way, before Dante says, “I’ve been here for almost two years." Dante keeps his eyes off of Leo's face, but keeps speaking. "I saw your fight tonight, if that’s what you want to call it.” He pushes Leo forward, letting the water flow down his back. Leo cries out softly, the pain in his ribs electric, and squeezes his hands into fists.

There's another silence as Leo catches his breath, longer this time.

“My best guess is Petrov wants me to talk sense into you,” Dante eventually continues, running the rag down Leo’s spine. Leo hisses in a breath, automatically pulling away. Dante pauses in his movements, briefly this time, before taking some unspoken signal that Leo is ready to continue. He moves to sit back on his heels, taking Leo’s hands in his. He turns them over, running soap over each finger, under each nail, and rinsing away all remaining evidence.

“You can’t survive this way,” he finally says, his tone colder now. “Being under a contract like this… it could kill you. He’s killed more than a few workers since I’ve been here, but he always finds a way to get new contracts. You don’t have to fight every night, but when you do… you have to at least try... or, if not try, pretend. Even if you have no intention of winning. Even if you have full intention of sticking it to him. If you want to survive, you have to figure out what you're okay with.”

Leo nods. Dante drops his hands, standing abruptly.

“He’ll make you fight again tomorrow,” Dante says. “The doctor will tell him not to, but he won’t care. He’ll do it over and over until he thinks you’ve figured things out.”

“What if I don’t–” Leo chokes out, swallowing back a new wave of agony. “If I don’t figure things out?” He closes his eyes in a desperate bid to compartmentalize the pain.

“If you don’t tomorrow, you will the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that, maybe. There’s no long term opt-out. There’s only participate, or go through this, night after night, until you do.”

Dante opens the door, then turns to look back at Leo. “We’re not friends now, we’re not coworkers, and we’re not allies. I am doing what I can to survive, and if you get in the way of that, if it comes down to my safety versus yours, I’ll choose mine.” His face, and his voice, soften almost imperceptibly, as he says, “Just pretend. That's all he wants right now."

He leaves then, letting the door close behind him.

#the fighter #peachy and i sent each other this prompt after we watched that movie #forced to fight #nonsexual nudity #noncon touch #torture

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