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FEBUWHUMP2022 DAY 12: SPIKED DRINK

@febuwhump

CWs: recapture, betrayal, drugging, past noncon used to taunt, victim-blaming

They should have known. It's their fault for trusting anyone ever again, for trying to move on, for trying to be normal when they know, they know, they'll never get that luxury again.

But this person had seemed...nice. A trip to a nearby bar seemed...harmless. They've been free long enough to feel a bit more comfortable going out alone, and...they're lonely. They want something, though they're not sure what it is, and think maybe a nice conversation or a night with someone who isn't...them...might make it clearer.

They get a conversation. They get kindness. They get a sweet smile and affectionate jokes, and drunken touches that don't feel bad.

And then they get a headache. They get dimming vision and weak knees.

That smile they've come to like never leaves.

They don't think they like it so much anymore.

"I...I feel weird," Whumpee says, but the words come out strange, slurred. "Need t' go..."

"You're right." The other strokes the hair out of their face. They don't look real anymore. They don't look kind anymore. "It's about time to go."

"...Go?"

"Well, not back to my place, no. Although you're just as easy to get in bed as they always bragged about. One drink and you're practically begging for it. Bit stupid you left them just to go slut it up with some stranger."

"Them..." Whumpee's cold inside, starting to tremble.

"Whumper. One of my closest friends. Never did get appreciated by you, so...they asked me to help get them a second chance."

"Help—" Whumpee mumbles, but Whumper's Friend pulls them against their chest, kissing the top of their head.

"One drink was enough, huh, baby?" they say, loudly. "Let's get you home to sleep it off."

"No—" Whumpee tries to fight, but the drugs make it impossible. They're limp, forced to allow themselves to be led out, to the parking lot, and pushed into the back seat of a car they don't recognize.

"Don't worry," Whumper's Friend says, giving them another charming smile. "They're gonna do better this time. You'll never want to leave again."

They chuckle, and it sends a shiver of fear through Whumpee.

"Not that you'll be able to," they add, and the door slamming shut is the last thing Whumpee hears.

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 13 hours

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“You Can Cry, It’s Okay”

The Merry Whump of May - Day 9

[Hide and Seek | Phone Call | Midnight] (tw: recapture, kidnapping)

“You can cry, it’s okay.”

Whumpee kept their palm clamped over their mouth and nose, breaths trembling even as they caught in the throat. Hot, slick tears crept into the crease between their fingers and cheek, trying to pry them apart.

“Go on, cryyy,” Whumper cooed, their footsteps clicking just on the other side of the door. “No use being quiet on my account. I want to hear it.”

They didn’t move. Eyes wide and frantic, they sat perfectly still but for the shaking. They didn’t dare move, no matter how their legs pricked and tingled at the lack of circulation.

Whumper hummed, footsteps coming to a halt in the middle of the room. “Maybe I can make you make some noise.”

Whumpee jolted as the phone in their pocket vibrated, cracking their head back against the wall. No. No no no no no- They forced themself to still, heart skipping and slamming against their throat at each round of buzzing.

Within moments, the closet door cracked open. Slits of light widened into pools, striking shadows across the small, dark space.

“Aww, there you are,” Whumper hummed. “Now are you going to be an obedient little thing and crawl out? Or do I have to come get you myself.”

[The Merry Whump of May Masterlist] Shoutout to @themerrywhumpofmay for putting on this event!

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @jadeocean46910 @villainsvictim @thecitythatdoesntsleep @heathenwhump @cryptidhongo @rainbows-and-whumperflies @cursedscribbles @whumpy-catfish @whumpworld @bandages-andobsessions @deltaxxk @whumpasaurus101 @whumpsday @wingedwhump @ha-ha-one @morning-star-whump @pickywhumpreader)

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 13 hours

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May 25th: “A little louder”

[Buried alive | failed escape | handcuffs]

@themerrywhumpofmay

Cw: kidnapping, restraints, failed escape attempt, recapture, gagging, nature whump, left alone outside, bugs, injuries

“NO- NONONO PLEASE- PLEASE WHUMPER-” Whumpee screamed, their voice cracking as they twisted and thrashed. Sleek metal cuffs encircled their wrists, painfully tight, digging into their tender wrists.

The rough bark of the tree dug into their arms and back, each movement only causing it to push further into their skin. Their arms were wrenched behind them, awkwardly twisted around the tree, creating an ache in their shoulders that only worsened as the seconds passed.

“YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE- PLEASE-” They sobbed, kicking their legs out as a beetle began to crawl up their thigh.

“Oh shut up,” Whumper groaned, pulling a long strip of cloth from their pocket. “You obviously wanted to go outside, I’m just giving you what you want.”

Whumpee sobbed, their efforts to twist their head away futile as Whumper grabbed them by the jaw, swiftly gagging them.

“Perhaps a few nights out here will help you learn your lesson,” They spat, double checking Whumpee’s restraints before stalking inside and slamming the door shut behind them.

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 13 hours

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Whump Prompt No. 4

“Hello, sweet thing.” Whumper was reclined on the sofa, twirling their knife in their hands.

“…this isn’t real. This is just a nightmare,” Whumpee muttered, frozen at their front door.

“Oh, darling. Did you really think I’d let you leave that easy?” Whumper stood up. “I’ve made arrangements for Caretaker to watch your dog. They think you got a call to go on a work trip.” They came closer, caging Whumpee between their arms and backing them against the wall. “Your bags are packed. Already in my trunk. Now hand over your phone and come with me. No sudden moves, alright, darling?”

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 13 hours

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Silent scream

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 13 hours

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Me getting a new fic idea:

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"hey, special delivery for ____?"

"I think you're confused, I didn't order anything."

"Ah. I forgot to specify. You're the delivery."

And they stuff them inside a bag and transport them to their destination

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 13 hours

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Here… teensy weensy Malak and Ad animatic…

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Content: Begging, [implied] multiple whumpees, [mentioned] drugs, threats of non-con drugging.

"Shh, please don't fight it, Whumpee."

Despite Caretaker's words, Whumpee tried. They kicked and sobbed and clung to Caretaker's neck, begging them not to put them in the bath.

"Please, it always hurts," they sobbed into their shoulder. "Please-"

Behind the closed door, they could hear Whumper banging on it with their fist. "You better not be talking back to them, Whumpee," they warned. Just like every time they spoke, their voice sent a chill down Whumpee's spine, causing them to go quiet. Caretaker did, too. "Do I need to sit and supervise again?"

Caretaker quietly hushed Whumpee's noises. "No," they eventually answered. "We're okay, sir. Thank you."

"If they put up more of a fight, I have a sedative you can use. Lemme know if they get too much and I'll run and grab it."

"Yes, sir."

They could both hear Whumper hesitate for a moment, but eventually their footsteps began to get quieter as they walked away from the bathroom door. As soon as they were gone, Whumpee allowed themself to outwardly cry again, but they no longer protested against being bathed.

"I'm sorry I can't make this any less painful," Caretaker whispered as they stood up and locked the door as an extra security measure. "I know this hurts, but It's better than your wounds getting infected."

Whumpee tearily nodded, draping their body over the edge of the tub as they waited impatiently for the stinging to lessen. They knew deep down that Caretaker was not at fault. They no doubt wanted to be anywhere else just as much as Whumpee did.

They closed their eyes when Caretaker knelt down beside the tub and and ran their hand through Whumpee's hair. "I just want the pain to stop," they whimpered, low enough that they were sure Whumper couldn't hear. "I don't wanna feel like this anymore."

"I know."

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 14 hours

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Whumper that never lies

Whumper that never lies. Think about it. Whumpee knows. Caretaker/Whumpee's team knows. Whumper says they'll never kill Whumpee, so Whumpee knows they're safe from death. Whumper says they won't hurt Whumpee today; Whumpee knows they'll get a break day. Whumpee begs for the torture to stop, so Whumper gives them an offer: Some today, some tomorrow, or none today, lots tomorrow. And Whumpee knows Whumper will follow through.

Whumper says they'll brand Whumpee? Whumpee doesn't bother begging for them to not, just for the brand to be somewhere inconspicuous. Whumper says they'll destroy Whumpee's legs? Whumper knows they'll never walk again.

Whumper sends a message to Caretaker/Whumpee's team, saying they have one week or they'll never see Whumpee again? They know they have to act, now, before they lose Whumpee forever. Does it matter that they may be walking into a trap, or to their doom? What choice do they have? The alternative is Whumper's guarantee.

A blessing and a curse, a Whumper that never lies. You'll know exactly what they will and won't do, but you know they mean it.

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 14 hours

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Good bird

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content: lady whump, winged whumpee, graphic noncon, broken bones, captivity, restraints, dehumanisation, forced pregnancy mention

Paloma had never experienced such pain in her life. It was never-ending, the waves of it kept coming and crashing into her, pulling her underwater where she couldn’t even breathe from it.

The hunters didn’t care. The hunters pulled her out of the cage without any care for how they were jostling her broken bones, and all her pleas and cries fell on deaf ears.

“Please, it hurts— I can’t— Please—”

Through the haze of horrible agony, Paloma realised they’d just left Room 4 behind. Was it time for a medical check-up?

“There, Room 10 is empty. Quick.”

She arched her back in pain, her breath hitching, and tried to weather the storm of them picking up their pace and paying even less attention to how they were holding her. It felt like a thousand knives and needles being pushed into both of her legs at once, and she couldn’t even get a scream out, it stole her breath entirely.

“Good, here is good. We’ll put it on the sofa.”

The thought of escaping seemed so far away, now. Paloma could barely believe it had been her that brought it up originally. All she wanted now was to be good enough to avoid another horrible punishment like that.

Still, she had to ask. “What’s going on…?” At least on the sofa, her legs were at rest. They weren’t hurting so aggressively now. But as her head lolled to the side, she saw the hunters… undressing.

This wasn’t Room 4. They weren’t lumiilia. This was wrong.

“Be a good bird and be quiet,” one of them said.

“We have gags in here, if you decide to act up.”

No, no, no, she didn’t want to act up. She was a good bird, good birds didn’t act up, good birds were quiet and docile and let others touch them wherever and however they wanted. Good birds got medical check-ups and painkillers.

She was a good bird.

Paloma screamed when the hunter pushed her legs up, and the other one quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shit, you told me this one has been good for the past few days.”

“Yeah, well, it’s good. It’s just in a little pain. Aren’t you?” He grabbed onto Paloma’s broken shin and squeezed, and she screamed into the hunter’s palm. “Sorry, I can’t help it. It’s so fun.”

“It won’t be fun if we get caught, Jay. I’m not taking the fall for this. It was your idea.”

Jay grinned and repositioned his hands, putting them instead on Paloma’s thighs. “We won’t get caught. I promise.”

Paloma’s eyes widened as she realised the hunter was really about to rape her. There had to be rules against this, right? There had to be—

Jay thrust into her and her train of thought fell apart, washed away by the humiliation and pain. It was wrong, it was wrong, humans weren’t meant to mate with lumiilia, why were they doing this? What if she got pregnant from a human? Was that even possible?

“Oh, it feels good,” he groaned. “I missed this.”

Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Wrong. Paloma tried to protest, but it was all muffled by the other hunter’s hand, and she thought about biting him, but good birds didn’t bite. Bad birds would surely get their broken bones messed with further.

But maybe good birds did too, because Jay once again placed a hand on her mangled leg and not-so-gently patted it, making her howl in pain.

“Stop it,” the other hunter hissed. “If it keeps screaming we’re definitely getting caught.”

“Relax,” he almost moaned. “Let me have some fun. It’s been too long.”

Paloma could feel tears running down her face. She was a good bird. Why was she getting punished like this? She had been good, she didn’t even struggle as they brought her to this room, she just wanted the pain to stop.

Why? Why? Why?

At some point the hunters switched places and she wondered whether that hunter — Jay — had finished inside of her. She couldn’t tell, everything felt so numb from the waist down.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. She was being rocked back and forth on the sofa, bones grinding against each other under her black and blue, swollen skin.

Would she be hurt more if she fell pregnant from a human? Would Jay come back and hurt her? Would those other two hunters break more of her bones?

Paloma just wanted to rest. That was all she wanted. She wanted the pain to go away. She didn’t even care, she would’ve let the hunters do whatever to her so she could bide her time, but she just couldn’t stop twitching and shivering in anguish.

“You enjoying this?” Jay asked, leaning down a little. “I was told you birds were freaks of nature, but I didn’t realise it was to this extent.”

She closed her eyes and tried to tune it out. It would be over soon. Soon, the hunter would finish and it’d be over. She would be brought back to her cage, to Zipporah, and it would all be… not okay, but something closer to okay.

“Ah, fuck—” The hunter moaned and stilled inside her, and all Paloma could focus on was the blinding agony as he leaned on her broken legs to ride out his orgasm. She sobbed and wailed, but as always, nobody paid any attention to her.

“Get off,” Jay urged him. “I want to go again.”

“No,” Paloma said weakly, but the other hunter was soon behind her with his hand firmly pressed against her mouth, and Jay took his position in front of her.“If those incompetent beasts can’t get you pregnant, then maybe we ought to do it ourselves,” he said, grinning ear to ear. He placed a hand on her stomach as he entered her again, then hummed approvingly. “We’re filling you up so good I can almost feel the bulge. We’ll put an egg in you in no time, don’t even worry about it.”

tags: @whumpsday @kabie-whump @expressionless-fr @pregnancywhump @itsmeblackcat @catnykit @vibrato-the-third @vampiresprite

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 14 hours

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Holding back

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Tw: restraints, torture, knives, starvation, multiple whumpers (only one doing the hurting), conditioning, lady whump

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"Hey" Luke greeted, so she wasn't that startled when they entered "I think it's time for you two to get acquainted better" he announced dragging his husband into the room with him.

Lili has only seen him a couple of times, and only once since coming here. So she focused on him, looking him up and down in a scared yet observant manner.

Cole was noticeably taller than his husband, thinner as well. His black hair and tanned olive tone contrasted in an undeniably beautiful way with Luke's blond hair and rather fair skin. She could imagine them on the cover of some magazine together; not a fashion magazine per se, Luke would have disqualified them on that front, by only wearing a pair of wornout black jeans and a T-shirt. Cole looked slightly more put together, with his dark green turtleneck and wide-cut trousers.

She looked at them warily, trying to figure out what "being acquainted" could mean, and she felt her stomach drop by the possibilities of what they would do now. It was a strange feeling, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop any of it.

"I practically banished him from the basement during the past week, and I dont think it was fair on my part, since the goal is to get you ready to be a part of our family, right?" Luke ruffled her hair a bit before leaning down and whispering in her ear "Be a good girl for him today, will you?"

Her heart rate picked up, as she whispered back a soft "Yes, sir," realising he would leave her with Cole, who disappeared from her line of sight while Luke stood over her.

She watched as turned back around, pressing a kiss on the other man's face and left, swiftly closing the door behind himself.

Lili turned her attention back to Cole, who was leaning on one of the tables on the side, still in a safe distance from her, studying her face.

"Are you scared?" he asked casually, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, sir" she squirmed in her restraints, as she was unable to find another way to fidget and release the ever building tension in her chest.

"That's alright" he replied, and he picked a knife from his side. He didn't make a move yet, kept studying her twirling the knife around between two hands. She watched as the knife glinted, periodically reflecting the lights on the ceiling.

"Luke said he exhausted you with the "training" these past few days, is that true?" he inquired further.

"Yes, sir" she replied, as it was one of the things he beat into her. Addressing them properly and replying when spoken to. Cole grinned as a response, a wide childish grin, which, if it wasn't for the knife, could have been mistaken for the face of a child opening christmas gifts.

"Well, I have some good news for you" he pushed away from the table making his way over to where she was chained to the floor "I don't have any expectations today, I'm here for the fun of it" he crouched down. She pulled back on instinct, using the little wiggle room the restraints allowed.

He still didn't make a move, just studied her with unwavering curiosity.

"Be good for me and I'll sneak you some treats later, how does that sound, hm?" he coaxed, leaning back just enough to encourage her to follow the movement. Though her rational side kept screaming not to, she moved back into her original position. He took the chance and casually reached up for the collar on her neck, pulling her even closer.

"It sounds good, sir" she squeaked, shutting her eyes as he was suddenly all up in her face.

"Good girl" he praised, using the same tone Luke did and it made her head tingle and the hairs stand up on the nape of her neck. She was still conflicted with that one, she craved the praises more than anything, she would do anything for them, but the moment it left either of the men's mouth she was violently pulled into the reality of being owned by them, and that scared her. It was different saying yes to the offer to live like that, and having experienced it. Luke told her it would take time getting used to and she had only been there a bit over a week.

Cole didn't let go of her collar as he raised the knife to eye level so she could take a look at it.

"Look at how sharp it is" he mused and he turned the blade around. She saw her own reflection in the metal, and she hated what she saw. She looked dirty, with all the dried blood and strands of hair stuck to her dangerously thin and malnourished face.

She didn't get why they would dote over such a pitiful thing like her.

"I promise I won't cut too deep," he offered a consoling look "we will have to warm up to those"

He pushed the knife to her cheek, and she closed her eyes again, and tried to pull away, but her kept her steadily in place by the collar. He didn't cut just yet, she felt his hand hover above her skin, and winced at the scratching of the cold metal as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"God, you're so jumpy" he laughed, and she blushed with shame. Was she not supposed to flinch away? She thought she could try if he asked her to.

"Relax" he pulled her so close, she felt his breath on her ear, sending another wave of shivers down her spine. "Don't worry about anything, let your body react"

He dragged the knife down her left arm. It barely hurt compared to the previous day's vicous hits from Luke. She let out a sigh of relief, but immediately choked up with a cry. She shouldn't be relieved when she was cut open with a knife for no reason. It was so confusing.

Cole drew another line next to the first one as small droplets of blood gathered on the wound.

On the third one she let out a small cry, and finally opened her eyes to look down at her arm. The beads collecting in straight lined sterted forming red rivulets down her skin, and she found herself morbidly entranced by the shapes the formed.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Cole glanced up her expression, before continuing drawing new lines along the previous ones. She pressed her lips tightly together, and only hummed in agreement, the pain started to register and her skin reddened as slightly raised around the first injuries.

"Can I get a 'yes sir'?" he pouted, not satisfied with her response.

"Yes, sir" she panted, and realised she had no chance of stifling her whimpers that escaped when he cut her again and again, and got worse with each earning sweet praises. He switched hands, when he run out of space, so he didnt have to unrestrain and reposition her.

He felt the urge to push the knife in deeper and deeper with each cut, to make the blood flow instead of waiting for the beads to collect each time. It took a lot of self-restraint, but he knew they weren't there just yet.

It took much less time than he would have preferred to fill her lower arms with the small scars that he knew wouldn't last much longer than a few weeks. A shame really.

"You did so good, little one" he stroked her sweat soaked hair with the back of the knife. She didn't flinch away this time.

"Thank you, sir" she mumbled, it almost got lost between her sobs, that wrecked through her with full force by then.

"You're so welcome" he chuckled and stood up, putting the knife aside to be sterilised later.

"I promised you something, do you remember?" she shook her head, and looked up at him with a pout forcing herself to stop crying and pay attention. She really did try to remember, but no helpful thoughts came.

"I told you, if you're good I'm sneaking you some treats, didn't I?" she frowned as a new wave of tears clouded her vision, and she had no way of wiping them away. He probably did say that.

"I keep my promises. Be right back, don't move" he laughed at his own joke and left for a few minutes.

She felt a new wave of tears coming stinging in her eyes, which she tried to will back more or less successfully. Just breathe through it. In, and out. In and out. Again.

By the time he returned, with a bowl in his hand she gathered herself enough to resume warily studying his movements.

"I thought I'd bring you this" he sat down facing her, and lifted the bowl for her to see "It's soup, I don't think it'd be wise to give you anything solid just yet, you might throw up" Her stomach grumbled as if on cue in disagreement, but she nodded. She felt nauseous just thinking about food.

He lifted a spoonful up to her mouth to eat. It cooled to the perfect temperature by the time it reached her lips. She could have sworn it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Rich, flavourful vegetable soup as far as she could decipher, it didn't even matter what it was.

She finished the bowl way too slowly for her liking, but didn't complain. It was the first meal she had in a long time and she was eternally grateful.

"Thank you so much" she teared up again.

"Don't tell Luke" Cole winked and he wiped the messy remainder of her dinner off her mouth.

"What if he asks? I can't lie about it" Luke made it infinitely clear that she would be in quite the trouble if he ever caught her lying. She didn't wish to get on his bad side, when his good side was already terrifying her to death.

"It's our little secret, don't worry your pretty head about that" she blushed deeply when she remembered her reflection. Was he making fun of her calling her pretty?

"I have a question for you, then" he looked up and down tentatively. This was his moment of truth, he'd find out whether Luke was right or not. She perked up eager to answer, anything to be distracted by anything from her own thoughts.

"You seem awfully anxious all the time, for all the wrong reasons" he started "You chose to be here, what's keeping you from letting yourself go?"

She was puzzled by the question. She really did resist a lot, but she thought it was a natural reaction to the pain. Was it not?

"Why don't you just relax, and let my darling play with your head? He would go much easier on you, if you didn't make him force you"

"I don't know" She chewed over the sentence over and over again. What was wrong? Was she really forcing him?

"Think about it, little one, you're so smart, you have to know what's keeping you so tense all the time"

Tense. She felt the word make a thought form, and she desperately held onto it. It was hard to put into words, to make it actually solidify so it was ready to be spit out for her tormentor to catch.

"I guess, I feel- I" she tried to formulate the thought "I didn't get to say goodbye to my friend" she muttered barely audible and she dropped her head desperately covering a new wave of sobs.

"What's that, love?" he leaned in closer, invading her space.

"My only friend, I- I couldn't- didn't say goodbye" she repeated "I'm afraid I hurt them by leaving without an explanation"

There it was. Pesky unfinished business.

"Thank you for telling me" He didn't offer any consolation this time, but the thanks sounded sincere. He stood up and dusted off his trousers, mostly out of habit, there was no way any dirt got onto him in the impossibly spotless and sterile room "Luke will come down later and patch you up" He left.

#danse macabre original story #tw knife #tw torture #tw starvation #multiple whumpers #oc whump #whump writing #whump #intimate whumper #lady whump

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