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redd956 · 1 year
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Villain Whumpee 1
Villain clung to the pillow Hero provided, hissing into it as the syringe was plunged into their neck. They shuddered at Superhero's hands following up, lightly pressing against Villain's shoulder. They cut off their own whimper, fully burying their face into the pillow, as if doing so would rescue their rapidly dying dignity. Hero watched in horror ,their supposedly powerful rival who was terrified of what was to come.
"That should do it." Superhero added matter of factly, already sauntering off to leave.
"It'll work? Just like that?" Hero stopped them at the doorway, ignoring the cold glare being shot back to them in resposne.
"Yes. Villain is lucky you care enough to hound me for that stuff. Expensive is an understatement."
Superhero glanced behind Hero, almost as if threatening Villain too. Hero knew that look so well. It was Superhero's judgmental glare. Right now it was surely saying, you don't deserve it. It's what it seemed to be saying the majority of the time anyway. Hero was hoping to see a flicker of something in Superhero's eyes, empathy, sympathy, a speckle of compassion. Instead nothing awaited.
"I'm sure they'll be fine"., Superhero droned. "Supervillain's venom isn't as special as they'd like it be."
With that they left Hero alone with Villain.
Hero shimmied up to Villain on the bed, continuously looking over them with worry blanching their face. At this rate they'd be equally as pale to their counterpart. "It's going to be alright." Hero lamented, patting Villain's back, "I promise."
Villain's eyes remained shut, almost sealed by thick tears from pain. Attempting to catch their breath, their entire body shook, the chest heaving up and down. Hero sat there listening to them breathe, hearing the occasional hitch for a large inhale, or the slight whine. Villain's bitten arm remained snuggled underneath them. Messily applied bandages peeked out. Their face was reddened, and damp from beads of sweat.
"Her- Hero..."
Hero allowed Villain to clasp one of their hands. It immediately tightened it's grip, Villain trying to fight off the pain. Their veins were on fire, hot prickling fire, traveling throughout them. Aching came first before all of that, as if the skeleton itself just wanted to ruin Villain's life. They knew Supervillain's venom was bad, but they didn't expect to get sick so quickly.
The worst part wasn't the pain anymore. Villain opened their eyes only for a split second to see a whole world of a terror in front of them. A flash of villain's phobias all bunched up into one. They completely forgot about the hallucinations.
Hero felt Villain trying to shift closer to them. They added, "I'm right here".
Villain began to ball in on themselves, keeping their hand extended and in Hero's. Hero could do nothing, but simply watch over their rival as the antivenom tried it's best at doing it's job. Hopefully... it works just like Superhero promised.
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lostwhump · 22 days
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Venom (2018)
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toyybox · 3 days
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There are many benefits to being a marine biologist
(This is the Mer AU, featuring Jackie as a lionfish and Heather as a marine biologist ^_^)
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obsessedwithegos · 1 year
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Is it cute aggression? Is it regular aggression? Who knows, but Bebê does get that urge to just want to crush Runa! They wouldn't, but the urge is certainly there!
Wordless version below cut
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general: @emmettnet @blackberry-nightingale
Runa and tiny mer whump: @whumpsday
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useless-moss · 2 months
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MMMM freaky thoughts that invade my brain while pacing in the kitchen.
Speed Stinger venom + vigcup + whump + non/dubcon
The scenario can start in many different ways but generally progresses to Viggo realizing he can do whatever he wants with Hiccup, all while Hiccup is completely unable to fight back but fully conscious and fully aware of what is happening.
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howtodrawyourdragon · 7 months
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So the venom of the Venomous Vorpent leads to Vorpentitis, which happens after the venom has been in the stung person's body for months!
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whumpbees · 10 months
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Small reptile Whumpee kept in a too-small enclosure with improper conditions [like heating, humidity, etc] and just being seen as a part of Whumper's collection.
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auroragehenna · 4 months
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Commision writing
CW/TW: Angry whumper, smartass whumpee, stabbing, threats of further torture, torture, implied fantasy racism, charming, DND whump Word count: 1'077
„I just like to wear them since I got them from a quest with a giant and a halfling. But I don‘t really need them. Everything below me though…They’re tiny. Definitely more necessity than fashion accessory. Well then, I have to go, safe travels.“
Fae didn’t notice the hooded figured following her out of the tavern. She walked towards the forest and quickly steered to follow a dirt path through its midst.“
The hodded figure, so long quietly following her, now bolted forward and tackled the young woman, using the element of surprise to drip a near-shining blue liquid from her fingertips into her mouth.
Fae let out a startled yelp as she was tackled to the ground. Her head hit the grass with a thud and the air getting knocked out of her lungs causing her to gasp and gulp down the poison.
„Aww what happened? Imp got your tongue?“
„Just surprised, that‘s all.“, Fae replies, hiding her growing horror as paralyzing numbness spreads through her body.
„That so?“, the hooded woman asks, clearly unimpressed. She roughly took a hold of the other’s arm and let’s it drop. Apparently satisfied she rises and her hood slides off her head. Exposing her black hair and sharp face. Yellow eyes pinning down her victim as she draws her rapier out of it‘s sheath. „So. Care to repeat what you said before?“
Fae tried her best at mimicking a shy smile over the paralytic. „What do you mean?“
Zestia delivered a fast blow over the length of the female's stomach. "Alright then, let's start with something easier. What's your name?"
Fae grunted in pain at the deep cut, it had felt reckless, careless even. "Fae. My name is Fae. What's yours?"
Zestia actually smirked a bit at that. "You have no right to my name. Now apologize for what you said before.", she demanded and pointed the rapier at Fae's face.
"I'm sorry I offended you, I truly meant no harm, please let me live.", Fae acted.
Zestia's face got hard. „Oh, I see. You're one that would talk their way out of everything, right?“ The Yuan'ti's eyes seemed distant as she spoke again. "One day you have to learn that talking won't save you."
Alright, change of plans. „Uff you learned that the hard way?“, Fae taunted.
Zestia‘s eyes lit up with rage and she stepped on Fae‘s throat, delighting in the choked sound it caused. The Yuan‘ti raised her rapier only to stab it down into the other‘s abdomen, right into the previous cut.
A mix between a groan and a poorly-supressed scream escaped Fae. Her eyes boring into her attacker's.
Zestia crouched down and in doing so leaned her body weight onto her rapier, widening the wound. „Anything else you wanna try, before I end your misery?“, she lured, hoping to get another foolishness out of her mouth so she could punish her further.“
The gears in Fae‘s head were turning. Amplified by the pain. What did her attacker mean by ending her misery?! Okay no, that was obvious. Shit, she had to come up with a plan. Why was this woman so fucking entitled? She had to be a noble of some sort. Maybe that will hit. "If I may speak…?“
„You don’t appear to do anything else.“, Zestia retorted pointedly, moving the rapier, deliberately slow.
„I truly regret I called you short, M'lady."
Zestia took a breath, closing her eyes to not close her hands around Fae's throat right here and now. Instead she opens them again, inspecting the girl laying underneath her. The paralytic should wear off soon...Good. Her eyes drift over Fae's pointed ears and the hotness inside of her burned. So instead of closing her hands around her throat she made eye contact, slowly removed the rapier from the girl's body-laying it down next to them both, and ever so gently plucked a loose curl out of Fae's face and to the side of her head. She silently urged the girl to keep her eye contact and continued petting her hair. "Ssh, ssh. It's alright. You can stop thinking."
Fae shortly held her breath as Zestia touched her hair. When she started speaking her eyes went wide. "I-I can't be charmed. My elven ancestory-"
Zestia lay a finger on Fae's lips, effectively silencing her. "Ssh, ssh. Yes, you can. By me, but don't worry, it won't hurt, you can just stop worriying. After all you're always doing that, aren't you? Gears turning, trying to figure everybody out, always calculating your next move. Worrying if people will like you. Its alright. You can rest now. Just listen to my voice." She can see her targets eyes go even wider in terror as she noticed that it really is working. She had never been charmed before of course. Gosh it was so hard to keep herself from grinning. She could basically feel the elve melt under her, apparently she hit a soft spot.
It was getting harder and harder to think and Fae was at a total loss. A feeling she never wanted to feel. Before there had been at least a rush, at least...But this-this was-no no. Bad. How could the voice of somebody that made her hurt so much feel so...warm!?
Zestia smiled. "Looks like it's really hard for you to relax isn't it. Let me help you, it must have been ages since you last felt safe. And so warm." Zestia stretched out two fingers and closed Fae's heavy eyelids. She wasn't even paralyzed anymore, but she didn't notice it.
Fae wanted to panic when the other closed her eyes, but it was impossible by now. And the darkness that now settled over her, took away her last bits of distraction. Oh no.
"It's okay now, you can rest, just listen to me, you did amazing. I never met one as strong and clever as you. I have to admit I'm impressed."
That's right, she was good at this, always had been. And now she was so tired, if she could just rest a little bit...Just a tiny moment...
Zestia grinned as she could feel her power take over completely. "There we go, smartass.", she murmured. She leaned back and quickly went to work. Cleaning her rapier before sheating it again and putting the minimum of bandages on Fae so she wouldn't actually pass out on the way before gently guiding her forward, repeating sweet nothings from time to time.
To be continued!
Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @imnotamurdereripromise
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redd956 · 1 year
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Poisonous/Venomous Whumper
Poor Whumpee they have ended with a whumper is poisonous (to the touch)(actually venomous)(acidic saliva).
Whumper’s kiss causes a terrible poisonous reaction or sickness, but does not kill because it isn’t a high enough dosage
If Whumper ever worries that Whumpee is going to leave or escape they poison them, since a bedridden whumpee isn’t an escaping one
Whumpee fought whumper. They boasting and confident how unscathed they were, and how they absolutely beat Whumper’s ass. Whumper limped away snickering despite their defeat, for their blood is poisonous and Whumpee would require them in order to create an antidote.
Whumper’s poison is paralyzing or sedating
Caretaker is taking care of a Whumpee who is seems inexplicably sick, and unable to communicate their source, until one day they meekly only say Whumper’s name
Whumper bit Whumpee during a fight and skittered away. Whumpee was understandably confused by that action of all things, but has they stared in the mirror later, they couldn’t help but notice their paling complexion.
Whumper and Whumpee walking. Whumpee feeling increasingly sicker finally collapses only for Whumper to graciously catch them. Neither were seen again.
Whumpee is terrified of being poisoned. Whumper only needs to threaten them to remain control over them.
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villainous-queen · 2 years
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I need help || Supernatural (2010) S06S06 // iZombie (2015) S02E04 // Venom (2018) // Moon Knight (2022) S01E03
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Notruf Hafenkante S06E04
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astaldis · 9 days
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A So Not Fun Night (but a slightly better morning)
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@whumpay @medwhumpmay
Chapter 2 of Not A Good Place To Stay The Night
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher
Characters: The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Maria Barring | Milva
Additional Tags: Witcher Monster MAYhem 2024, Giant Spiders, Angst with a Happy Ending, Whumpay 2024, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Paralyzed
Summary: Forced off the main road south by advancing Nilfgaardian troops, Geralt and his weird company find themselves inside a dark, eerie forest, and night is falling soon.
Chapter 2 inspired by the Whumpay prompt "You look awful" and the Medwhump May prompt "Unresponsive"
Words: 5,530; Chapters: 2/2
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dragonnan · 1 year
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For @kitcat992
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@febuwhump DAY 7: Made to Watch
Mary Jane and the rest of New York look on in horror as Venom and Sandman join forces to beat down their hero.
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whumpy-writings · 2 years
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Master
Of Vampires and Men Masterlist
Whumtember 2022 Day 5: Drugged
CW: Nonbinary whumpee, slavery, nudity (nonsexual), hunger, anxiety, vampires, blood drinking, dubcon drug use (vampire venom), vertigo
Hayden stared at the ceiling, which currently seemed to be spinning. It had been quiet for a while now - Master and Sam must have gone to sleep. Hayden's muscles still ached from the hours spent in the restraints, but worse than that was the pangs in their stomach. They were so hungry, and thirsty too. Hayden whimpered a little.
They eventually dozed off on the hard wooden floor. The next thing they knew the door to their cell was opening.
Shit.
Hayden immediately scrambled up to their knees, mind still bleary with sleep. They planted their palms to the sides and lowered their head so that their forehead rested on the floor. Their heart was pounding and for the first time they were grateful for the hours and hours of training they had been put through to encode the posture of submission into their very bones.
"Ah, you're awake," Master said. Hayden stayed where they were, every muscle tense. They weren't allowed to move until Master had given them permission.
"You can sit up," Master said. Hayden raised their head from the floor but didn't look at Master. Instead they stared at their hands in their lap.
Master sat down cross legged in front of Hayden. 
"I called for some food and clothes for you," Master said. "They'll be here soon, but you must be cold. Here, use this." Hayden looked up to see that Master was holding out a blanket. Hayden took the soft fabric from them and wrapped it around their shoulders. Immediately they felt a bit less anxious.
"Thank you, Master," Hayden said quietly.
"You're welcome," Master said. "I thought we should get to know each other. Since we'll be spending a lot of time together for the foreseeable future." Master laughed a little at that. "Do you have a name?" they asked. 
"My name is whatever you want it to be, Master," Hayden said carefully. It had been made very clear in training that their Master would treat them however they wished, including deciding whether or not to give them a name.
"Well, can you tell me what your name was before?" Master asked.
Hayden paused a moment before answering. That seemed like an odd question.
"Hayden," they said.
"I like that name," Master said. "I want your name to be Hayden now as well." Hayden looked up at that, eyes wide. Quickly they looked back down. 
"Thank you, Master," they said with a catch in their voice.  
"You're welcome, Hayden," Master said. "I want to set out some rules for you to follow," they continued. "Hayden, you are allowed to look at me. I would prefer it if you do."
Hayden recognized an order when they heard one and they instantly raised their eyes to meet Master’s. They thought they saw the flash of a smile at Master's lips, but it was gone so fast they must have imagined it. Master looked relaxed, their hair damp and a light purple robe covering them. Their hands were braced behind them and Hayden was struck by how different they seemed than their brothers. More... laid-back.
"I am the only one who will ever feed on you, Hayden. If anyone else ever feeds or tries to, you are to tell me immediately. Do you understand?"
Hayden nodded. It made sense that Master wouldn't want to share their blood bag.
"You are to tell me if anyone hurts you in any way, or if you feel ill. I want you to be healthy."
That also made sense. Hayden sat still as they watched Master. Their eyes were focused somewhere off to Hayden's left and they were biting their lip. Hayden could see the tip of their fang. A fang that would soon be buried in their neck. They gulped as a wave of anxiety hit them. This was what they had been trained for. To be a blood bag.
Master continued after a moment. "You must be wondering what your life will be like with me. Daily, you will be given meals and I expect you to eat. You also are expected to drink water and get an adequate amount of sleep. Can you do all that?"
"Yes, Master," Hayden said. The mention of food made their stomach growl audibly. They immediately wrapped their hands around their stomach as they felt a blush rise in their cheeks.
"Your food should be here soon," Master said. "You must be starving, huh?"
Hayden just nodded and Master cringed.
"I'm really sorry about last night. I should have had someone untie you and bring you food. You won't go hungry again, I promise."
"Thank you, Master," Hayden whispered.
"In terms of your duties, I will feed from you two or three times a week. You will accompany me to social events occasionally. Besides that, you will spend most of your time here in my quarters. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Master," Hayden said. Or at least they couldn't think of any over their hunger.
"I’m going to remove this collar," Master said moving towards Hayden. Their hands were gentle as they unfastened the golden collar around Hayden's throat. Hayden held still for them. They were being good. 
Just then a knock sounded from Master's room and Hayden flinched. "Shh, it's just your food, nothing to be scared of," Master said before getting to their feet and leaving the cell. When they returned, they held a plate of food.
Hayden accepted the plate from Master. The food was so good, the bread soft and fluffy, the cheese rich and the grapes sweet. They ate quickly, neatly setting the plate in front of them when they were finished and folding their hands in their lap. Some of their anxiety had dissipated. They were comfortably full and warm, and their eyes began to close. 
"Hayden." Immediately their eyes snapped back open. Master was standing before them, their face soft. "Did you get enough to eat?" 
"Yes Master, thank you," Hayden said. 
"I'm glad," Master said with a smile. "I got you clothes as well."
Hayden took the clothes from Master, running their hand over the silky fabric. They had never felt anything so soft. The shirt was low cut and sleeveless, but it offered some warmth in the chilly room. They slipped the trousers on and tightened the drawstring around their waist. For the first time in months they felt like a person. Hayden blinked back tears as they knelt on the floor.
"Thank you so much, Master," they said.
"Of course, Hayden," Master said. "Now that you've eaten, I would like to feed," Hayden’s heart skipped a beat, but they nodded. It was bound to happen sooner or later. This was what they had been trained for, after all. "Please lay down on the bed."
Hayden obeyed, shakily getting to their feet and walking to the bed, heart pounding. Hayden climbed in, the mattress bowing under their weight. They laid on their back, eyes focused on the ceiling. Thud thud thud went their heart. You’re a blood bag, this is your duty, they told themself.  Even still, their eyes began to fill with tears. They were terrified. They had never had a vampire’s fangs puncture their skin, never had their blood taken from their body. They had never been prey.
They flinched when the mattress dipped next to them and couldn’t quite suppress the whimper that leapt from their throat.
"It’s okay Hayden," Master said quietly as they straddled them, brushing a cold hand against their cheek. At that Hayden sobbed.
"I’m sorry Master, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good" Hayden said through their tears. 
"I know Hayden, I know. You’ve already shown me that you’re good," Master said. "It’s alright if you’re scared. Can you take some deep breaths for me?" Hayden looked up at Master, their gray eyes kind and face soft. They didn't look angry at all. Hayden took one deep breath, then another. Slowly, their sobs quieted.
"That’s it, good job." Master thumbed away Hayden’s tears. They were so patient. Hayden felt a burst of devotion. They would do anything for this vampire, who was kind and gentle and didn’t beat them like the trainers had. 
Master moved their hand to Hayden’s throat. "I’m going to bite right here," they said, fingers resting on the side of Hayden’s neck. "You’ll feel a bit of a pinch. When I bite, I’ll inject a dose of venom. It takes effect within a few seconds. It does two things: it will relax your mind so you feel calm, and it will also relax your body so you won’t move while I’m feeding and hurt yourself. After I am done, I will lick the punctures, which will seal it. The venom will make you tired, so I want you to sleep afterwards. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, Master," Hayden said shakily. Master nodded. They brought one hand to the side of Hayden’s head, the other to their shoulder. Hayden stared past them at the ceiling as they leaned down. They gasped at the stab of fangs. Then the venom hit them and their fear and pain floated away. They could see Master bent over them, but they couldn’t feel their fangs in their neck or the blood leaving their body. 
Soon enough, Master was sitting back, a thin trickle of blood staining their mouth. Hayden’s blood.
"Thank you," Master said, running a hand through Hayden’s hair. "You can sleep now."
Hayden obeyed, closing their eyes and drifting off immediately.
When they awoke, they were alone. They raised a hand to their neck. They could feel the scabs from the bite marks, the small bruises. Hayden didn’t know what to do. It was dark and they couldn’t see much of anything. Master wasn’t here and hadn’t given them any instructions besides to sleep. Hayden would stay in bed until Master came back and told them what they wanted them to do. Hayden realized with a start that Master had covered them with a blanket. They pulled the blankets tighter around themself. For the first time, they felt like things might be okay. They looked up when Master entered the room. They started to kneel and were immediately hit by a wave of vertigo.
"Don't move," Master said. "Your body is still weak from the venom and blood loss." Hayden lowered themself back down. Master approached the bed. "Drink this," they said, handing Hayden a cup. "It’s important that you stay hydrated after I feed."
Hayden nodded and drank the water. When they had finished, Master took the cup and set it on the bedside table. They reached out and cupped Hayden’s cheek. Hayden leaned into the touch. This was a reward, this meant Master was pleased with them. This meant they wouldn’t die. 
"You did very well tonight, Hayden," Master said.
"Thank you Master," Hayden said softly. 
Taglist: @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whump-cravings @thecyrulik @neverthelass @michelleswhumpyreblogs @whumpsy-daisy @the-monarch-whumperfly @aswallowimprisoned @secretwhumplair @whumpzone @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @nicolepascaline @susiequaz12 @princessofonwardsworld @itsleighlove @pumpkin-spice-whump @wiwinia @sunflower1000 @whump-blog @blushing-snail @melancholy-in-the-morning @pizzasthengym @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpsday @ceph-the-writing-spook @inkkswhumpandstuff @whumpycries @quietly-by-myself @honey-is-mesi
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auroragehenna · 7 months
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AI-less Whumptober
Day 23 Begging, Take me instead, Forced to watch
TW/CW: Minor whump (teen-age), broken whumpee, defiant whumpee, feral/angry whumpee, implied torture, strong language Word count: 500
This plays in Tierney's past. You can see her angel friend on one of the picrews here
„Stay away from her!!“, Tierney screamed, chains rattling as she threw her whole body against them with full strength.
One of her torturers just laughed while another one roughly shoved her back against the wooden wall.
She could already feel her back bruise again.
The first man kept walking towards her friend and Tierney could only watch. „No, no, no, don‘t hurt her! Please!!“
„Oh? And why should we do that, hm horns?“, the one with the silver tongue asked.
“I’m way more fun, just take me instead.”, she tried.
“Mmh so you’d offer your pain to us? To protect your little feathered friend?”, silver tongue asked and stepped closer to her.
Tierney refused the old-learned impulse to back away. Her bunny ears already flopping with ever heavy breath she took and reminding her of her weakness.
“Yes. I will. But please don’t hurt her.”, Tierney insisted.
Silver tongue cocked an eyebrow before looking around the men and women in the room. “What do you think? Should we do what the little pest wants?”
One of the women stepped forward and inspected Tierney with a look as cold as a glacier. “Tell me, Tiefling why ever should we do that?”-she stepped even closer and grabbed the girl’s jaw and tilted it up-“When we can also just punish both of you? It’s not like you can do anything about it.”
“I-I can make it worth your while, please.”
“That so?”, the woman asked, her tone giving away that she was not at all convinced.
Tierney’s eyes darted to her friend, she was still just sitting there, head buried in her arms. She gulped and with a look to the woman slowly, like asking for permission, lowered herself onto her knees and laid her head on her chest.
Silver tongue hummed. He stepped in front of her and looked down. Taking in her pitiful form. “That is quite the offer, horns…”
“Please…”, Tierney whispered out.
“…No.”
Tierney’s head snapped up and her wide eyes found Silver tongue’s. But he just gave the first man a signal and that one kept advancing towards her friend.
“No, you fucking bastards! You monsters! Stay away from her! NO!”, Tierney screamed now again, she jumped back on her feet and trashed against the chains.
The woman that had stepped forward before backhanded the feral Tiefling hard across the face which only earned her an aggressive growl and a look from her firey eyes.
Soon the screams of her friend filled the room and tears started to run over Tierney’s face. She wanted to scream, to tear away her chains, to claw her own ears out, to kill everyone in this room. But it was all no use. She couldn’t even look away, the others made damn sure she had to watch. Eventually she settled down and just tried to support her dear friend as best as she could. But there were still tears running over her face. She just couldn’t say if from sadness or rage.
Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @ailesswhumptober
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