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June of Doom 2025 - Masterpost

Day 1 - Darkness

Day 2 -  “I’m worried about you.”

Day 3 - Kidnapping

Day 4 - Crutches

Alt: Day 5 - “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Day 6 - Hopelessness

Day 7 - “Watch out!”

Day 8 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Alt: Day 9 - “I tried.”

Day 10 - Flashback

Day 11 - Cold Sweat

Day 12 - Locked Door

Day 13 - Amputation

Alt: Day 14 - “Let me have a look.”

Day 15 - “Please.”

Day 16 - Humiliation

Day 17 - Begging

Day 18 - Left for Dead

Day 19 - “I’m not going anywhere.”

Day 20 - Wound Cleaning

Day 21 - Knife

Day 22 - “Stay with me.”

Day 23 - Internal Injury

Day 24 - Fainting

Day 25 - Ransom

Day 26 - Shackle

Day 27 - Weak / “I’m so sorry.”

Day 28 - Starvation

Day 29 - Revenge

Day 30 - Crying

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Day 30 - Crying

Filling all @juneofdoom prompts with exactly 100 word drabbles!

When the pale light of morning crept through the curtains, his tears had long dried up. His eyes hurt. His legs hurt. Everything hurt. She would have scolded him for sitting like this before offering him her hand to help him up. The thought was enough to make him sob again, pressing his forehead against the mattress.

He would never hear her voice again. Never feel her touch again. She was gone and cold and alone, and he was still here and cold and alone, and he didn’t know how he was ever going to do anything but cry again.

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Day 29 - Revenge

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“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No.”

He nodded, because what else could he do? Of course she wasn’t. Under his worried gaze, she sighed and slumped against the well, watching the stars in the sky above as he watched her. 

“I want to kill him.”

If not for the despair sitting heavily on his chest, he could have laughed. As if that would be possible. Breaking into the house again would be suicide. But she didn’t ask about the logistics, didn’t need a lecture about her chances. What she needed was someone on her side.

“Yeah,” was all he said.

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Day 28 - Starvation

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With trembling hands, she watched as the piece of bread hit the wall and fell to the ground, snatching it so quickly, she bruised her shoulder on the metal bars. She didn’t bother cleaning it before she shoved it into her mouth.

Months ago, the taste of blood or the texture of sand would have made her sick. It was a luxury she could no longer afford. She swallowed without chewing, without tasting, without acknowledging the pressure building in her throat. It had to be his blood, and this thought was almost enough to make her throw up after all.

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Day 27 - Weak / “I’m so sorry.”

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“Please.” His voice sounded like he was crying. “You can’t die.”

Her heart beat too quickly, wanting to break out of her ribs one moment, falling eerily silent the next. If she died, it would hurt him, and the last, the absolute last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt him.

I’m sorry.

Her lips moved, but she didn’t have the strength left to speak. Each breath wheezed inside her lungs, molten pain and dizziness. Her fingers twitched, the only movement she could muster. He grasped her hand instantly, pulling it close to his chest.

“Please don’t leave me.”

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Day 26 - Shackle

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Swirling the keyring in his hand, he returned to her side, kneeling next to her. He reached for her right ankle, fiddling with the keys. When he peeled off the metal ring, she screamed again—a broken sound produced by a throat that must already be raw. 

The bandit dropped the keys, flung the shackle to the other side of her still-chained leg, and pushed her knees apart. She whimpered. Her bound hands twitched and her legs kicked out in an attempt to crawl away. The bandit leaned over her and slapped her hard.

“Hold still or I’ll break your legs.”

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Day 25 - Ransom

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Two of the bandits grabbed him and threw him forward, making him topple over stiff legs and land hard on his stomach. He groaned as one of them pulled his left arm out from under him while the other knelt on his back and pinned down his right hand.

“We’re about to send our ransom note.”

His cheek scraped over the ground as he turned his head to see their leader approach.

“And we should start off the negotiations on the right foot, don’t you think?” They smiled, sending a chill down his spine. “Make the stakes clear, you know?”

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Day 24 - Fainting

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“We’re here,” he whispered. “We made it.”

She blinked. Everything was spinning around her. The moon, so white and bright. The forest, looming and dark. The hut in front of her, put together from neat, sturdy logs. He nudged her towards the door, pulling it open with a hand that was trembling as much as she was.

Darkness encompassed her, but the light falling through the doorway was enough to paint the silhouettes of the interior in a faint gray. On the frayed rug in front of the cold fireplace, she allowed her legs to finally give way under her.

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Day 23 - Internal Injury

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“I tried to keep her wounds clean,” he muttered. “I thought they looked good. I thought— How could I fuck this up.”

They cast a glance at the thick scars around her ankles and brushed a thumb over the one on her thigh.

“It doesn’t come from those wounds,” they said. “They healed as well as could be expected. The infection spread from inside.” Seeing the dawning horror on his face, they added in a much kinder tone, “There is nothing you could have done. This isn’t your fault.”

Her fingers were too lifeless and cold in his. 

Wasn’t it?

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Day 22 - “Stay with me.”     

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Through the haze of the drugs, she looked at him, so much sadness in her gaze, he could have cried in her stead. Her hand tried and failed to grab his sleeve, so he took it and pressed it against his chest, feeling the intensity of her shivers deep in his bones.

“Co… cold.” Her eyelids fluttered. “I… don’t. I’m. Sorry.”

Her eyes remained closed. Her breath rattled in her chest, and where before she had been shivering, she was now shaking violently.

“Hey. Stay with me.” He pressed her hand, getting no reaction. “Wake up. Please. Please wake up.”

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Day 21 - Knife

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Metal glimmered in the dungeon’s twilight, and a new kind of panic drowned out everything else. She closed her eyes, tears squeezing past her closed eyelids as her sobs dissolved into hiccuping gasps.

“Look at me.”

No. If he was going to kill her, she wasn’t going to do him the favor of seeing the terror in her eyes.

“I said.” The blade settled on her cheek. “Look. At. Me.”

She turned her head until it could go no further, but the pressure kept increasing. Blood welled up as the dagger broke her skin, cutting her cheek.

“Look at me.”

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Day 20 - Wound Cleaning

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Bloody droplets ran down her chilled skin, painting streaks on a too-pale canvas littered with dark blues and purples and almost blacks. He tried not to imagine what had happened inside the cell, to stop his imagination from supplying the images to match the sounds that had burned themselves into his memory. 

When he wrung out the rag and prompted her to turn her head so he could look at her other cheek, she did so without hesitation. Calm. Trusting.

How could she still trust anyone after all of this? How could she still bear to be touched by him?

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Day 19 - “I’m not going anywhere.”  

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“There will be supplies. Food. Beds. Real beds.”

He smiled. She didn’t return it.

“But aren’t you going home?”

He could only stare at her, skin and bones and bruises all over. “Without you?” he blurted out. Did she really think he would leave her alone? Like this? After everything?

Avoiding his gaze, she watched her hands as she picked at the blanket. “I can’t come with you,” she whispered. “I know I can’t. Your family—”

“They can go fuck themselves,” he interrupted her. “They didn’t come for me. You saved my life. You. Not them. I’m not going back.”

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Day 18 - Left for Dead

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When the first light of dawn crept through the window-slits, he stared ahead without seeing anything. What remained of his world was nothing but a mess of blurry shapes in various hues of gray. How many hours ago had the bandits left? Not that it mattered, because there was another truth he had to accept.

He wasn’t going to need the right words, because no one was coming for him.

He wondered if the bandits had broken their word, or if his family hadn’t paid after all. How much would his life have been worth? He would never find out.

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Day 17 - Begging

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A nasty grin settled on the bandit’s face as he stepped closer.

“Let’s see if that little bitch learned her lesson.”

He thought he was going to be sick. As if she hadn’t suffered enough. As if she wasn’t hurt enough.

“Please, don’t.”

“Please, don’t,” the bandit imitated his slurred words.

“You’ll kill her,” he said, focused on the movements of his mouth and fighting back tears in an attempt not to look even more pathetic. “Please. You can’t—”

Be that cold-hearted. The words got stuck in his throat as the bandit’s cold expression sent a shiver down his spine.