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whump-mania · 24 hours

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Dialogue Lines: Whumpee/Whumper/Caretaker Variations

(TWs: torture, cursing, collars, implied murder, drugging, nightmares)

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Whumpee

Classic Whumpee Lines

1. “Touch me and it’s fucking over for you.”

2. “Please, please, I-I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to mess up, please don’t hurt me!”

3. “What’s the point of trying? I’m never getting out of here.”

4. “I-It hurts…it h-hurts so bad…why won’t it g-go away…?”

5. “Keep me chained up here all you want. You’re never gonna hear shit from me, buddy.”

Whumpee turned Caretaker

1. “Hey, I know, I know how much it hurts. Just breathe. Think of something else. That’s what helped me.”

2. “They got you too? That bastard. I’m so sorry.”

3. “Yes, I do! I do fucking understand, because I lived it! Now let me help you!”

4. “I didn’t get someone to help me through this when I was there. I want to be that person for you.”

5. “You remind me of myself…back then. Before they broke me.”

Whumpee turned Whumper

1. “Payback, bitch.”

2. “No. You don’t get to complain. Don’t you remember the rules against speaking out?”

3. “This collar…oh yeah, you remember it, huh? You always liked it on the tightest setting, didn’t you? Let’s start with that.”

4. “Back then, before you, I always thought every person deserved mercy. But no. You’re not even a person.”

5. “Wait, you’re crying? Come on, Whumper, are you kidding?! It took you weeks to make me cry for the first time, and you’re giving up on the first day?”

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Caretaker

Classic Caretaker Lines

1. “This is gonna hurt. It’ll be over soon.”

2. “You think a little nightmare’s gonna hurt you? Nah. I’m here now. I’ll fight it off.”

3. “Just let them down for a second—Let me at least give them some water, it’s been almost two days!”

4. “I don’t know how you were even able to go through something like that…you’re stronger than I’ll ever be.”

5. “Come on, get up. Fresh bandage time—no, I don’t have to clean them today. That’s tomorrow.”

Caretaker turned Whumpee

1. “How…h-how did Whumpee do this?”

2. “Anything. I’ll be anything you fucking want me to be—just let them go.”

3. “Sorry, friend, I’m not gonna break as easily as they did. Bummer.”

4. “Wait, y-you didn’t…you didn’t tell me you did this to them…no, k-keep that away from me!”

5. “Whumpee, when they hurt me, just look away. Please.”

Caretaker turned Whumper

1. “Who else could have slipped those drugs into your food? Come on now, think a little quicker than that, Whumpee.”

2. “It feels kinda wrong, but…when you’d have nightmares, I…I kinda liked to listen.”

3. “I’m sick of taking care of everyone all the damn time. Well, guess what? Now you have no one.”

4. “Yeah, I’ve got them where you want them. They think they’re safe, but they won’t know what hit them.”

5. “Crazy how I used to patch these scars up…now, I get to make more.”

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Whumper

Classic Whumper Lines

1. “Good morning. Come on, get up. I have so much planned for you today.”

2. “You’re so cute when you try to fight back. It’s like you’re not even trying.”

3. “Aw, you had a nightmare? Was it about me? I hope it was about me.”

4. “Don’t try and be a fucking actor. You and I both know you’re terrified.”

5. “Found you.”

Whumper turned Whumpee

1. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what I did, just…p-please, have mercy…”

2. “That all you’ve got? I used to hit you three times as hard.”

3. “No. I’m not apologizing. No matter how much you torture me. I regret nothing.”

4. “H-Hey, come on, we can be friends, right? You know I didn’t really mean all those things…h-hey, wait, get away from me!”

5. “No…maybe I deserve this. Maybe this is what I’m getting in return for all the things I did to you.”

Whumper turned Caretaker

1. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me! …Oh.”

2. “The nightmare…it was about me, wasn’t it?”

3. “I know you can’t ever forgive me…but let me at least do this one thing for you.”

4. “Okay, okay, yes, I did make that scar, but I’m the only one who knows how to make it better, so would you stop moving?!”

5. “Fuck, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

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serickswrites · 6 months

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Lump in my Throat

Warnings: collar, gag, pet whump

"Aren't you just lovely?" The Master said as they circled the Pet, fingers ghosting along the thick leather collar at the Pet's throat.

The Pet swallowed. It was all they could do with the ball gag in their mouth. The Master had shoved that into their mouth when they talked back earlier this morning.

"Things could be this nice if you would let them, my Pet," the Master said as they wrapped their arms around the Pet and inhaled. "You could be so well cared for, my Pet. Better than most. You just have to let me."

The Pet would rather die than let the Master care for them. But they didn't have a choice. All they could do is sit there while the Master cooed and touched them.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw collar #tw gag #tw pet whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 17 #“you're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest”#prompt: collar #queue

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generic-whumperz · 8 months

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“What do you want from me?” Whumpee whimpered helplessly as they stupidly backed themselves up against the wall.

Whumper slowly stepped towards them, collar and chain in hand with a wicked grin plastered on their face, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Why don’t you come closer and find out, Dear?”

#whump #whump scenario #whump drabble #whump stuff #just whumpy tings #whump blog #creepy whumper #whumper x whumpee #collar and chain #tw collar

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kaijinapple · 1 year

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For safety reasons of all personnel We do not restrain scp-049 anymore.

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mossy-arts · 6 months

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Oh, and this.

Warning, VERY SEXUAL~

Yet another gift for a very dear friend of mine~

@dabislittlemouse I wish you well with this new, wonderful year the world is blessed with your presence. Happy birthday~

#my art #my stuff #whispers from the forest #original art #dabi art #mha dabi #mha dabi fanart #dabi smut #mha dabi smut #touya todoroki #touya x reader #idk how to tag bro #shits tiring #yet again #collar and leash #tw collar #tw leash

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courtneygacha · 7 months

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My Precious Pt.2

@whumpdreamz , here’s part two! Thank you for being so kind <333

Part 1

Tw: Carewhumper, burns, mention of bruises, mention of collar, gentle Whumper, pet Whumpee

Whumpee woke up later. They had been laid in front of a fireplace and wrapped in a blanket. Their bruises had been tended to.

It took Whumpee a moment to remember things. And they did; they remembered that they had willingly turned themselves in to Whumper and were now at their mercy.

Whumpee suddenly sprang up from the blanket. They thought that maybe if they repented for leaving, they wouldn’t face a cruel punishment.

They suddenly slipped on the wooden floor and crashed into a side table. A hot mug was sitting there, and it got knocked down and splashed all over the floor and Whumpee. They screamed, both in pain and in fear for what Whumper would do when they saw what they’d done.

Speaking of the devil, Whumpee hear footsteps. They wrapped their burns in the blanket and cried.

The door opened and Whumpee stepped into the room. “God, you’re a clumsy one.” They said.

Whumpee sobbed, “I-I’m sorry, M-Master! I wasn’t l-looking where I w-was going!” Their hot tears stinging their burning arms. “P-Please don’t-“

Whumper strode over to them and knelt down at their side. They snatched their burning arms from underneath the blanket. Whumpee squealed and tried to pull away.

“Stop moving, it’ll make things worse.” Whumper said.

Whumpee didn’t listen and continued to squirm, but Whumper squeezed their wrist pretty tight and they stopped moving.

“I-I-I’m sorry M-Master…” Whumpee quivered.

“How are your bruises? Are they healing nicely?” Whumper asked, gently stroking their face.

Whumpee sat as still as they possibly could’ve as Whumper’s hand caressed their face slowly. Whumpee was waiting for them to smack them, grab their face and yank it, or even claw them with their nails, but they didn’t. What was happening? Was this real? Why was Whumper being so… gentle?

“Don’t look alarmed, my precious Whumpee…” they said, seeing Whumpee’s fearful eyes.

“M-Master? Why are you n-not hurting me?” They asked.

“People can change, darling… and besides, I have a new ‘pet’ to play with…” Whumper rubbed soft circles into Whumpee’s cheeks. They didn’t like the way Whumper put that, but decided not to question it if it meant not getting beaten senseless again.

“I’ll be back soon with some bandages for your burns… and you’ll still wear the collar for me?” Whumper held Whumpee’s chin. “You know how much I love the look on you…”

They rose from the floor. “Get some rest, my precious. You deserve it~”

Whumpee just stared blankly as they left the room, and heard the click of the look behind them. They were speechless. Didn’t know what to do.

They simply followed orders and went back to sleep.

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#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #tw brusies #tw pet Whumpee #tw captivity #carewhumper #part 2 #tw burns #tw collar

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unorganisedalienrubbish · 1 year

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Whumper that forms a cast of their hands to make a personalised collar/necklace/choker for whumpee

#god I need to draw this once I get back home #like you can a heavy cast metal one #or a tighter type that essentially chokes them all the time #or a looser one that’s just a *reminder*#so that whumpee feels naked and exposed when whumper’s hands aren’t around their throat #very nice #whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #tw collar #tw choking

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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Kinktober - Day 1/31

Pairing: Yancy x GN!Reader

Kink: Pet play

TW: pet play, use of a collar

Kinktober Masterlist

“Such a good boy.”

Your voice is soft in his ear and Yancy can’t help but moan, resting his head back against your shoulder. With one hand, you tilt his head to the side to allow yourself more room to mark up his neck, and, with the other, you continue to stroke slowly up and down the length of his cock.

“Please,” he whines, “I been so good. I need more.”

“I know you do, puppy, but I just want to take it slow. It’s so much more fun when we take our time, isn’t it?”

Yancy opens his mouth to respond but cuts himself off with a broken moan, back arching at the way your hand twists over the head of his cock.

“So responsive today, pup.”

“Please.” He bucks his hips up into your touch.

You tug on the back of the thick, leather collar wrapped around his neck, pulling his back firmly against your chest.

“Just relax, baby. We’ve got nowhere to be. Just lay back and be a good puppy for me. Let me have my fun.”

#kinktober 2022 #nsft #west writes #jailbird #yancy x reader #gn!reader #tw pet play #tw collar #yancy x reader smut #drabbles

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lost-in-labradorite-halls · 2 years

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AUgust 2022 Day 6 Faeries I’ve transformed my dear Pup to a tiny fae. And he’s not having a good time. A giant latched onto him a little iron collar onto him, which iron burns him. Poor Pup has to keep flying, or else be hanged. He’ll even risk burning his hands just to keep the iron collar from jerking him around. ----taglist @whumpsday @whumpshaped @redwhump @darlingwhump @onlywhump @wolfeyedwitch

#whump art #g/t #Pup #AUgust 2022 #tw blood #whump #tw collar #my art

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serickswrites · 5 months

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The Yule Goat

Warnings: pet whump, collar, branding, burns, conditioning, cruel whumper

"Kneel," the Master ordered as they stood in front of the Pet.

The Pet quickly dropped to their knees. It had only taken getting slapped a few times for them to realize if they didn't do as the Master ordered, there would be pain. "Yes, Master. Anything you say, Master," the Pet added hurriedly, trying to remember everything the Master wanted to hear.

"Good. You learn fast, my Pet," the Master reached down to stroke the Pet's hair.

"Thank you Master. You are too kind, Master." The Pet leaned into the Master's touch.

"I think I will keep you, my Pet. I wasn't sure at first, but you learned. And you are just so lovely to look at," the Master fisted the Pet's hair, bending the Pet's head back so they could stare into the Pet's eyes.

The Pet struggled to contain their cry. They struggled to remain pliable in the Master's grasp. But they did not struggle to avoid the Master's gaze. That had been one of their more painful lessons. The burn on their side was still painful from where the Master had slapped them with the hot fire poker.

"Don't move, my Pet," the Master said as they released the Pet's hair. "I have something for you."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." The Pet held themself as still as possible as the Master circled them.

The Master placed something around their neck. "A beautiful collar, for my beautiful Pet." The collar was tight, but not too tight. It was heavy and felt thick. "The gemstones match your beautiful eyes, pet."

"Thank you, Master, you are far too kind, Master." The Pet tried to keep their eyes wide open to disguise the tears that filled their eyes. They were collared. How could this have happened? How will they ever be free?

"Oh, I'm not done yet, pet. I have one more thing for you."

"Thank you, Master. You are--"

But the Pet couldn't finish. The words died on their tongue as a scream wrenched from their throat. The Master pressed a burning hot branding iron to the side of the Pet's neck. "Hold very still, pet, I would hate to have to do this again."

The Pet screamed and wailed as their flesh blistered and burned. The world became a blur as waves of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed them. The Master's strong arms kept the Pet upright. "This is so lovely, Pet. Now everyone will know you belong to me. Forever."

"Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Master," the Pet whispered as they struggled to keep awake. "Th-Th-Thank you, M-M-Master."

The Pet's tenuous grip on consciousness began to fade as the Master removed the branding iron from their neck. They slumped against the Master. The Master's strong arms wrapped around them as their world grew dark. "Sleep, my Pet. Rest. You and I will resume your training once you wake."

The Master's voice was distant. The Pet knew they should respond. Knew they should thank the Master. But they couldn't speak through the heavy darkness that consumed them. They only hoped the Master would take mercy on them once they woke.

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fulcrumwrites · 9 months

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Dog Fight

Written for my college creative writing class. Prompt: “I always thought that forcing dogs to fight was a cruel practice. What if it happened to humans?”

CW: kidnapping, drugging, animal cruelty, restraints, borderline human trafficking

It smells of blood, sweat, and dog. Miguel ignores it as he tightens his grip around the flesh of his dog’s neck. Perro fights him, snapping and snarling at his opponent. Opposite of him, the German Shepherd responds in kind, struggling against its own master. Its black eyes are blown out wide and its mouth froths for blood.

Miguel swallows his nausea. Papi said he’d get used to this after a few fights. Perro has fought and won ten. Miguel hopes its the eleventh time. The signal id made and Miguel unclenches his fingers and lets Perro go. He vaults over the wall for his own safety as the two dogs clash.

Snarling. Snapping. Claws tearing through flesh. The shouts of men encouraging the dog they bet money on is not loud enough to drown out the gruesome sounds. Blood splatters onto the walls to make their marks with the stains of hundreds of fights before and the hundreds more to follow. Miguel leans over the railing, pinned there by the crowd, and watches the fight silently. His heart leaps to his throat at every bite and slash that mauls his prized dog. Yet in morbid fascination, he can’t look away.

Under the guidance of Papi, he had trained Perro in the art of dog fights since he was a pup. The tiny, innocent Rottweiler had rotted around on stubby legs and yawned, showing off sharp teeth barely formed, when Miguel decided his fate. Papi told him to avoid attachment, so the young boy simply called him Perro.

Now the fully grown, powerful Rottweiler towers over his victim as the crowd roars. Perro pants heavily, tongue dripping thick slobber onto the soiled floor. Bleeding wounds litter his muscled body, but he doesn’t seem to feel it. His eyes are red and hungry. They prowl around searching for another fight before they stop on Miguel. Everything drains away until there is only loyalty.

Miguel collects his winnings and clips the leash to Perro’s collar. The dog faithfully trots after him to the hoses. Blood and foam mixed with cold water swirls down the drain. Miguel’s hands run down the muscles trembling with adrenaline beneath the smooth black fur.

With Perro presentable, they walk home; Miguel with his hand in his pocket and Perro eagerly tugging on his leash. A man and his dog on an evening walk. Entering the worn down house, Miguel tosses Perro a meaty bone before preparing his own meal. As he reheats leftover rice and pork, he hears the bone snapping in the other room. He’s surprised the sound no longer bothers him. Maybe eleventh time is the charm.

After his meager meal, Miguel locks Perro in his kennel for the night and steps outside for a cigarette. Puffing out a breath of smoke, the young man walks off the rotting porch onto the street. The neighborhood is quiet. He hasn’t had neighbors since Perro killed his last neighbor’s dog. The cigarette touches his lips for another drag.

A rag clamps over Miguel’s mouth and nose. The cigarette is knocked out of his hand. He gasps in fright and smells chemicals. His legs fail him as he drops boneless into a stranger’s arms, eyes slipping shut before he can stop it.

Miguel slowly awakens. Eyelids are heavy as he pries them open. As his eyes adjust to the light, he finds a criss-cross of metal wire. He’s laying on his side shirtless with an imprint of the same pattern pressed into his skin. The young man rises stiffly, groaning as his muscles protest and his head swims.

He props his back against the wire. Six walls of a cage greet him. It’s barely tall enough for him to sit up and only just long enough to stretch out his legs. The dark room consists of more cages of the same size, all empty. The air smells of sweat, urine, and coppery blood.

A door screeches open behind him and yellow electric light floods in. Miguel stiffly turns as much as he can in the small space and squints against the light. Two men walk in and crouch beside his cage. They tilt their heads as they eye him up and down, nodding approvingly.

Miguel opens his mouth, but is interrupted by the men standing and speaking.

“He looks promising. Little skinny and on the smaller side, but he’ll bulk up with training.”

“If he survives,” the other states gruffly. “I swore a rematch after José’s champion killed my last fighter. This one better deliver or I’ll be humiliated twice over. There’s no coming back from that, hermano.”

The first man claps him on the shoulder as he leaves. The door to Miguel’s cage swings open and the remaining man coaxes him out with a whistle. Cheeks flushed and burning, Miguel crawls out on his hands and knees. Before he can rise and demand an explanation, a leather collar quickly loops around his throat. A yelp of surprise escapes his lips as the collar is tightened snuggly against his Adam’s apple. Then he’s being dragged across the dirty floor by his neck through the leash in the man’s hand.

As he’s led through a hallway, Miguel attempts to regain his footing and reclaim some dignity. Suddenly, his captor stops. Fingers hook under the collar and toss Miguel forward. A deafening roar booms in his ears. A crowd surrounds him in a circular arena, seated high above the walls too tall and too smooth to climb out.

Across from him is another man. Like Miguel, he’s shirtless, barefoot and bound by a collar and a leash in the palm of another man. Scars litter his body and what were once pants hang in tatters from belted hips. He’s skinny from malnourishment yet bulging with muscles. His black hair sits in clumps as if ripped from his red scalp.

The man fights against his captor as if he can’t feel the collar chocking him and bruising his throat black and blue. He repeatedly snaps his jaw at Miguel. Sharp, broken teeth gleam with saliva. His feral growls cut right through the crowd’s cheers. The man’s eyes are blown out wide and red with murder and rage. There is not one intelligent thought behind them.

Miguel’s heart pounds against his ribs so hard he think’s they’ll break.

“Release the beasts!” booms through the loudspeakers.

Miguel falls onto his hands and knees like a puppet on cut strings. He trembles in terror as the feral man is freed from the one thing holding him back from tearing Miguel limb from limb. Metal doors clang shut, protecting the masters from the slaughter about to commence.

“Fight!”

#whump #writing #English homework #animal cruelty #tw restraints #tw collar #dehumanisation tw #i love dogs #whump prompt #writeblr #writerscommunity #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #tw kidnapping #short story

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nii-chans-rabiddogs · 1 year

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Kennels

TWs: Dehumanization, muzzles, collars, restraints. Sorry it took so long, but have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

It’s been a bit since I was left here, and I spent the first long while just trying not to cry. I’m scared and insulted and really wanna leave, but I dunno how to undo the latch, and I can’t try right now anyways. A buncha people keep walking through the door to the hall, but none of them say anything or even glance over when they pass by. They’d put me right back in if I got out, which is rude. They all have the same type of outfit though, which actually looks okay-ish. There are so many pockets, and they all have earpieces and some of them have special gloves, but those ones are also carrying some stuff in boxes. Whatever it was, there’s a lot of it, cuz they keep bringing in more and more, while another couple of people watch and type stuff on tablets, before talking into their earpieces. They said something about shipments and gear, but I can’t hear much of it.

Another person walks by, and she’s wearing a really cool purple cape. One of the carrier people called her Royal, which was a cool name, but I’m not sure how you get Royal from the color purple. Actually, her entire costume was purple, but the main part of it looked black at first cuz of how dark it was. Her boots are dark purple, but not as dark as the body part. Her gloves are really bright though, and they shimmer like they’re almost reflective. Royal looked straight forward as she walked through the kennels, talking to one of the tablet guys about finding a new dealer for PowerSurge gear. Apparently, the old one went to meet his husband, but I don’t know why they haveta get a new dealer if he’s just visiting his husband. Maybe they just got married and went on their honeymoon? Wait, why do so many people try to put honey on the moon? And only after they get married? There’s no reason, and I don’t think normal people can afford a trip to the moon, that sounds really super expensive. Maybe- oh,what?

A group of carriers just called Seren out. She leans out to them from the backroom, barely glancing at them before nodding and grabbing her keychain from somewhere. Royal steps back to let her through, and she walks out to the kennel on my right, unlatching it and stepping back while the carriers grab the animal from under the little dog house thingie it was in. It looked like a mix of a very tiny tiger and lion, but wrong, like someone had stitched together two different stuffed animals badly. The carriers pick it up, placing it in a large cage and padlocking it shut. They slap a sticker on it, before a tablet guy types something and nods. The carriers lift up the kennel and bring it back out. It was all really quiet, barely anyone saying anything, and Seren looked bored.

��We’re locating a new dealer, so expect a minor delay in mass shipments. Customs aren’t affected. You’ll be notified when a new dealer has been selected and approved.” Royal said, voice sounding as emotionless as a rock. She stared at Seren the entire time, making eye contact until Seren nodded. How can someone make eye contact that long, doesn’t it hurt? Royal snapped her fingers and all the carriers and tablet guys that are left started grabbing their stuff and leaving. No one said anything else, and I really wish I could ask questions, or at least mess with something. It feels like my blood is electrified, but I can’t move or talk or do anything and it's the worst. I shook my arms a little bit, but it didn’t help and just irritated my wrists. I really wish I was with detective or Skyrise or Monsoon right now, they wouldn’t do anything to me or make me sit still. They’d let me run and wiggle and shake my hands around as much as I wanted, and they yelled at the one mean guy who told me I needed to have quiet hands, but I dunno what he meant but that. Monsoon got really angry when I mentioned it, so maybe it was an insult? But why? And how would you quiet your hands, they already don’t make much noise unless you’re slamming them on stuff or clapping, and I wasn’t. It was very confusing, so I just walked away from him.

Oh yeah, I remembered a bit of before I woke up, when everything was spinny. Doctor Everly said it was a quiet hospital, but he lied to me which is rude and mean and he should be the one wearing this stupid muzzle if he’s gonna lie like that. But I don’t know what those rooms were, and I don’t ever wanna go back in them, cuz they were super cold and scary. I shivered, and tucked my arms closer to my body again, wishing the supercuffs were just normal handcuffs. If they were I’d be able to make the lights go out with a real big shock. It wouldn’t help I don’t think, but it would be fun to watch people scramble around in the dark. I also woulda shocked the Doctor and Seren, too, cuz they’re mean and scary and I don’t like them at all.

“Alright pup, here’s the deal. Hunter is determined to keep you no matter what happens in your little interrogation, so we are goin’ to try out some gear for the few hours you have until he gets done with business. Behave yourself and you might get some treats, puppy.” Seren called out suddenly, walking out with a lead rope meant for strays.

She unlatched the kennel door, and I shrunk back again. I glared at her, but it didn’t do anything except make her chuckle. I tried to stay as far away as I could, but she shot her hand out to grab my ankle and yank me towards her. I panicked and whined as my head hit the floor, while she looped the lead over my head and tugged until it was snug against my neck. I tried to wriggle and push her away, but she just grabbed my hands and yanked me into the air like I was a piece of paper. I don’t like this, and now my head hurts and she’s scary and she’s gonna hurt me and-

“Aw, puppy, no need to look so scared. We’re just trying out some training gear, okay? No need for the teary eyes or breath holdin’, pup. This is happening no matter what, and it would be easier if you just listened to me.”

I immediately shook my head, cuz Doctor lied and she might be lying too and I don’t wanna go with her cuz she’ll hurt me or yell at me or- Ack! I choked as Seren suddenly yanked the lead forward, and stumbled forward a couple of steps. I looked at her with wide eyes, shaking a little bit, and she raised her eyebrow. She pulled on the lead so I took another step cuz I didn’t wanna choke again cuz that was really scary and I’d end up back in the warehouse with Detective yelling at me and, and he’d be really mad and- no, don’t think about that, just- Just follow Seren, and then there’s no choking or yanking and you won't go back, right?

I whined and shook my head, following behind Seren as she slowly took us to the backroom. There’s a lot of weird vests, and all sorts of collars and leashes and muzzles on hooks on one wall. The wall on the right had some gray cabinets, and underneath them there’s a table with some remotes and bags of snacks and treats. Set in the floor are some loops, but they’re cut weird and kinda look like a heavy metal carabiner. Seren hooked me to the one closest to the hooks on the walls, and I had to sit down so I wouldn’t choke. She grabbed a collar that was all metal and looked really heavy, that had a loop in the front, and I ducked my head down a little cuz it looked scary. She pressed something and it beeped once, then lit up two lines on the inside of the collar. Seren nodded, grabbing a remote and messing with the two until they both beeped a couple of times, then pocketing the remote and turning back to me. I shook my head again, trying to shrink into myself but she just sighed and stopped right in front of me. I stayed curled as small as I could, but I couldn’t stop shaking. She didn’t do anything for a couple of seconds, and sighed before saying:

“You’re a real anxious pup, ain’t ya? If it makes you feel any better, Hunter said I’m not allowed to hurt you at all. Not even a papercut. I wouldn’t anyways, but now it’s enforced by an order. Now, he also wants you to be wearing all the… corrective gear, and this is one of them. I know the collar looks a little scary, but it’s just like those power-suppressing cuffs. That’s all it does, puppy. If you sit up for me, I’ll even swap out the muzzle for something a little nicer, yeah?”

I wanna shake my head again, but the muzzle is also really tight and makes my jaw ache a bit… But the collar is also really scary and it might hurt. Maybe, maybe she isn’t lying? She- if Hunter said she couldn’t hurt me then she’d be alotta trouble if she did, so she can’t, right? I huffed, before very very slowly sitting up. I stayed curled down, but only a little and I haven’t stopped shaking. She lifted my head up, and I flinched back but she just tightened her grip to keep me in place. I whimpered and tried to pull my head away a little, but she was already undoing the first weird collar, so I just froze. She pulled it off, and slid the heavy one around before adjusting it to rest a little bit above my shoulders. She pulled it tight, and finally let go of my head to walk around and click it closed. She fiddled with it for a second and there was another click, and she stepped back.

“See? That wasn’t so bad. Let’s get a harness and leash on you, then I’ll swap the muzzles and give you a treat, puppy. Give me your hands, I need to take off the cuffs for this part.” She commanded, walking back around and crouching in front of me. I hesitated, then reluctantly held my wrists out to her. She twisted them weirdly for a second, then they clicked and fell into her hand.

I stared at my wrists, trying to figure out how she unlocked them, cuz she didn't pull out a key or anything, just twisted it. I rubbed my wrists a little bit, and looked back up at her. She grabbed a weird vest, apparently a harness, and a leash that was bright yellow and said “NERVOUS” in big letters. I folded my arms into my stomach as she came back, trying not to curl into a ball again. She pulled the stray-lead towards herself, and loosened until she could pull it off and set it to the side. She grabbed the harness, and undid a bunch of buckles and a zipper on the harness, then made me lift my arms up a little bit. She placed it on my chest and slid four of the buckles over my shoulders, and the ones on the sides around to the back. Two of the four she buckled just under the heavy collar from the front, then moved to the back and zipped the harness closed. She tugged it up a little to clip to the other two buckles over my shoulders to hold the harness up. I heard three clicks as she closed the rest of the buckles on the back, and I moved my shoulders around as I got used to the almost too-tight harness. It was kinda like a vest, with fabric all around, but there was a strap over my chest with a D-ring, and it wasn’t that hot.

She took the leash and clipped it onto the ring on the front of the collar, which was already feeling too heavy, and slipped the handle end around her wrist. She hummed and tugged here and there on everything, before asking if anything hurt or rubbed anywhere. I slowly shook my head.

“That’s good, I don’t need to order too many customs. If anything gets too small, starts to hurt, or rubs wrong then tell me ASAP, understood? Good. Now, let’s swap those muzzles, and get you a little treat, yeah, puppy? You want a treat?” She teased as she reached behind and undid the muzzle.

It slipped off, and I immediately yawned, trying to stretch my jaw. She slipped the handle to the leash into the spot where the lead used to be, then stepped over to grab a muzzle that was all wires, with a bit of padding here and there. I rubbed my jaw, watching as she adjusted the straps. She grabbed a small bag of chocolates that I didn’t see before, and walked back over. I perked up and stared at the chocolates while trying to make my throat less dry, and she laughed.

“Aw, you like chocolate? I thought that was bad for puppies? You must be a very odd puppy if you can eat these.” She taunted, shaking the bag. I tried to respond but just ended up coughing.

She set the bag down, and waited for me to stop coughing before listing my head and putting the muzzle on. It settled on my face, the padding being the only thing between my face and the metal. It was a lot looser than the one before, and I could still talk without gaining bruises.

“Ca-an… Can I have some- some water?” I rasped, barely audible.

“Sorry, pup, but you have to wait. Only treats for now. You’ll get some when Hunter is ready to see you.” She responded, pulling open the bag of chocolates.

I frowned, and opened my mouth to say something else when she held a chocolate in the air and interrupted me.

“Open up, puppy! A treat just for you!” She jeered, waving the chocolate in front of me. I blushed in humiliation, but opened my mouth as she told me to, and she dropped it between the wires of the muzzle into my mouth.

“Good boy! You’re such a pretty puppy, so well behaved. Very good boy” She praised, and I ducked my head down. She was treating me like I was just a dumb little puppy and it was humiliating but I haven’t eaten since the day before Hunter grabbed me from the warehouse, and I was too hungry to refuse. She gave me a few more, before putting them away and setting them back on the table. She reached under the table and tugged out a box, pulling out a bunch of weird gear I can’t identify.

“Alright, puppy, this is some of the training gear we’ll be trying out. We’ll be here for the next hour just about, so just work with me. We have three more boxes after this one, so let’s get this down as quickly as possible.” She explained, and I sighed and curled back into a ball. This is going to be an absolutely embarrassing hour, I just know it.

#tw dehumanization #tw muzzle #tw collar #tw restraints #whump writing #whump #Ghost #Seren #Royal #royal probably wont show up again ngl #Ghostie boy is always anxious or excited very little inbetween #Seren is being incredibly nice tho cuz her main job is training particularly useful heroes into being guard dogs for hunter #or just manual labor down in the cells underneath the medbay #But ghostie doesnt know that #He'll know about soon enough im sure <3 #also if you have any ideas for the interrogation feel free to share bc ive never been in an interrogation before #and also bc im always willing to hear ideas no matter what lmao #<3 #<33333

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