#torture and interrogation

[yuki-tobitake]

lol Tonbo being added as one of TW most sadistic Shinobi.

[jordanstrophe]

Every day, Whumpee is brought to a room with a bolted chair, a tray of tools, and a mirror.

They're tortured to a brutal degree. Whumpee screams, sobbing through the pain, “Why!? Why are you doing th-this? Just tell me what you w-want!”

Their captors never speak; whumpee's never even heard their voices. Sometimes, they grab their face and force them to look into the mirror bleeding, shaking, barely conscious.

Then the moment ends, and it starts all over again.

On the other side of the glass sits Caretaker, watching while unharmed and being questioned.

Every time they don’t have an answer, whumpee takes the hit.

[morganbritton132]

Tommy and Carol try giving Robin the Shovel Talk: Best Friend Edition when it becomes apparent that she’s not going anywhere.

Just because they’re not friends with Steve anymore doesn’t mean they don’t care about him. He is a sensitive idiot with an inability to tell people anything about himself and then gets his feelings hurt.

This doesn’t really work because:

(1) Robin is confused why this is happening

(2) She won’t stop asking them questions

(3) She knows all this stuff already. Steve told her.

[silusvesuius]

it's everything u said it would beee! ! !!

[mainalias]

if you bring both heinrix and abelard with you in the act 2 dlc quest dark ablutions you get this gem

abelard you're already the best companion you can't also be funny

[yuki-tobitake]

I’d really like to know everyone else’s favorite, mine personally is Tonbo even if we don’t see a lot of him

[mj-iza-writer]

Caretaker turned Whumper

Whumpee tearfully watched as the guards pulled Caretaker up from cuddling with them on the floor.

"We can cuddle more when I'm back", Caretaker promised as they were led to the door, "everything is alright."

Whumpee nodded and faked a smile.

The door closed behind Caretaker and the guards. Whumpee was alone again.

They huddled into the corner of the room still wrapped in the blanket Caretaker had comforted them with earlier.

"They promised not to hurt you as long as I did what was asked of me. I'm going to do it because I-I need to keep you safe", Caretaker had profusely promised multiple times, "as long as you are safe, t-that is all that matters. Just behave and don't get yourself into trouble while I'm away."

Whumpee was never told what Caretaker had to do to ensure their safety. They didn't dare ask either.

Whumpee jumped when the door opened.

Another guard came in with a tray of food and set it on the metal table.

"Eat."

The guard turned, and started for the door.

"Th-thankyou", Whumpee cautiously spoke.

The guard turned back to them and huffed.

Whumpee cowarded into the corner as much as they could.

The guard reached for the door after hearing Whumpee's whimpered apology.

Caretaker stood in the viewing room.

Someone was being stripped and tied to Caretaker's work bench.

Caretaker watched through the one-way mirror to make sure the setup was correct.

Whumper came in and stood next to Caretaker.

"How's Whumpee doing this afternoon?", Whumper asked curiously.

Caretaker side glanced Whumper before turning to them.

"What?", Whumper shrugged, "I can't ask how one of my prisoners is doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out if you are being serious or if this is one of your sick games", Caretaker frowned.

"I'm being serious. They looked cold yesterday, that's how they got the extra blanket", Whumper talked nonchalantly, "I asked one of the guards to warm up the room. I don't know if you noticed."

"You were in the room?", Caretaker glared, "with Whumpee?"

"Only to give them a blanket and a head pat. They are so brave", Whumper grinned, "trusting you and all."

Caretaker stepped daringly toward Whumper... fist ready to fight.

"Uh-uh", Whumper warned as they pulled out a remote, "I'd hate to ruin their lunch", Whumper pointed at a screen that had video feed of the room Whumpee and Caretaker were kept in.

Caretaker turned quickly to look, "don't", they warned.

Caretaker saw Whumper press the warning button.

"No", Whumpee's whimpers could be heard on the monitor. They quickly reached and felt the shock collar that was locked around their neck, "please, mercy. I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.

"Please don't", Caretaker turned to Whumper, "I-I'm sorry."

"That's more like it", Whumper smirked, "sorry Whumpee, my finger hit the wrong button", Whumper spoke into a mic that connected to the room.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee shakingly shrunk to the floor, abandoning the tray of food they were just about to eat.

"Please tell them to eat", Caretaker pleaded.

The screen turned off, and Caretaker blinked away tears.

"What? Is the big bad Caretaker crying... for some prisoner", Whumper mocked, "is it from the guilt you feel from what you've done to them that drives you to protect them now? Is it some sort of attempt to repent?"

"No, th-they were the only one who forgave me for what I did", Caretaker admitted. They thought back to that night, "they don't see me as the monster you've made me."

A while ago, Caretaker had acted out against Whumper. As punishment, Caretaker had been locked in a full room. Everyone they had tortured for Whumper was also locked in that room with them. Caretaker had taken refuge against the wall and had buried their head into their lap to hide from the hateful but well-deserved torment they were receiving. They were as much a prisoner as everyone else was, but no one understood that. They were just as evil as Whumper.

"That dirt and blood covered hand reached for your hand", Whumper spoke out loud, "such a touching story. Whumpee sat with you all night, even though you had just tortured them earlier."

Caretaker fought back tears.

"How dangerous for yourself to have something weighing you down like that. You are really stuck. Whatever you do could impact that one", Whumper chuckled, "you've always been good at getting answers for me. That's why I let you keep Whumpee with you as a little pet. I figured that it would keep you in line. Plus, I really didn't have any plans for Whumpee. They would have probably died had you not taken them."

Caretaker frowned, "they're not a pet."

"Whatever you say", Whumper laughed, "good luck with this one by the way", Whumper looked into the interrogation room again, "they're a real piece of work. I'll feed the questions in to them like normal."

"Please let me see Whumpee one more time", Caretaker pleaded, "I'll do what I must as per our agreement. Just please."

Whumper nodded at the person in charge of the screens.

A full image of Whumpee came up again.

Caretaker sniffled.

"Whumpee, Caretaker would like you to eat your meal", Whumper talked into the mic.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee jumped at the sound Whumper's voice.

"I hit the button accidentally. You are not going to be shocked right now", Whumper smiled as Whumpee nervously nodded.

"Now go make me proud", Whumper chuckled.

Caretaker rubbing water on fresh wip markings, which caused the prisoner to writh and gasp on the table. Caretaker dug their fingers into the person's abdomen to signify it was completed.

"It seems you think you've finished?", Whumper questioned over the radio, "you finish when I say."

"Th-they answered your questions", Caretaker looked at the glass, "they can't take anymore. They'll die if we continue."

"Someone will be getting electrocuted", Whumper chuckled, "I'm done with that prisoner. They can die now. You either turn the level up to max on the probes attached to them or I'll shock Whumpee. Do you understand."

Whumper pointed at the person, who then turned on a screen in the room Caretaker was in.

"No Whumpee, please don't make me... I can't take a life... I can't do what you are asking me to do."

"Such a shame", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee grabbed the collar and screamed.

"Whumpee", Caretaker yelled, "please stop."

"This will keep happening. Do what you're told", Whumper ordered, "protect your pet."

"I-I'm sorry", Caretaker hurried to the machine.

"No, no, no", the person pleaded.

Caretaker paused before hitting the button.

Whumpee screamed, "Caretaker help!"

Caretaker to panicked and hit the button.

They shielded themself as the prisoner sparked. The screams matched Whumpee's until both quieted.

"How far did you turn that up?", Whumper laughed, "I think you roasted them."

"I-I don't know, you said turn it up. I can't think straight when someone I love is being electrocuted", Caretaker frowned, "Whumpee?"

"A little shaken up... they're fine", Whumper laughed, "good work today. Someone will be in to get you momentarily."

Caretaker cautiously walked around the table. They couldn't look at the smoking body. They only stared at the monitor.

Whumpee had collapsed on the floor and was gasping for breath.

"Please no more" Whumpee mumbled repeatedly between gasp, "please?"

Caretaker hurried into the room and dropped to the floor by Whumpee.

Whumpee whimpered when they saw Caretaker, then tears started to fall.

"I am so sorry", Caretaker pulled them close, "I wasn't fast enough, and you got hurt. I am so sorry."

Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest.

"I-it hurts", Whumpee cried.

"I know, I'm sorry", Caretaker pulled them even closer and sighed, "I'm sorry for everything."

Whumpee calmed a little now that they were in Caretaker's arms.

"I'm so sorry", Caretaker whispered continually, "I'm so sorry". It was the only thing they could say.

Whumpee jumped when the door opened.

Whumper sauntered in.

Whumpee whimpered and hid their face into Caretaker's chest.

"Aw", Whumper circled them both, "if only they knew."

Caretaker glared up at Whumper.

"I'm a bad Whumpee. Please have mercy", Whumpee pleaded.

Caretaker rubbed their back, "no Whumpee. That was my fault. I-I'll...", Caretaker bit their lip, their glare deepened, "I-I'll make sure it doesn't happen again", Caretaker blinked away tears.

They were both very stuck. Caretaker had a weakness, and Whumper was going to use it. There was nothing that could be done to stop it, either. The only way to protect Whumpee was to play Whumper's game.

"I'm glad to hear that", Whumper gleefully turned to the door when they heard someone opening it, "oh look, dinner. I'll leave you both to it then."

Caretaker sighed when they watched the guard come in with two trays.

"I need you to eat Whumpee... come along", Caretaker stood and helped the shaking Whumpee up, "I'll help you eat. I'm so sorry."

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[morganbritton132]

Steve and Robin keep pissing Hopper off by making jokes about the three of them being tortured by Russians. He’s angry with himself for not asking about their injuries the night of and at them for not taking what happened to them seriously.

He’s so pissed about it that he mentions it to Joyce and she’s just like, “What?!”

Because it wasn’t just that Hopper didn’t know. No one knew because they never told anyone about it.

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper 

After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.” 

“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.” 

Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway. 

Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right. 

“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.” 

A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.  

“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.” 

Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.” 

A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.” 

Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep. 

The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.” 

Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything. 

“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken. 

[dystopiandramaqueen]

He was planning to ask June to run away before he knew Wharton would be home. That's why he wanted to talk to her alone.

That is the most tragic part.

He'd already gathered the documents, that takes time. He'd been readying their escape for... days? Weeks?

Killing Toby weighed on him, and he didn't want to be that person anymore.

He was finally ready to leave. To commit. To abandon Gilead for June.

[serickswrites]

Strength in Your Bones III

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Warnings: captivity, referenced torture, imprisonment, interrogation, restraints

"I can't let you in there," Team Leader said to Caretaker for the fourth time in thirty minutes.

"Why the fuck not? I just need five minutes. Five minutes! I won't take up any more time than that." Caretaker's temper was wearing thin. Did Team Leader not realize that time was of the essence? That Whumpee was declining further and further the longer they remained unconscious. That Whumper had the answers and that Caretaker just needed the answers.

"Because I know what you are capable of, Caretaker. And you can do a lot of damage in five minutes, Caretaker. I need Whumper alive to answer our questions."

Caretaker growled their frustration. "Then supervise me!"

Team Leader frowned at Caretaker. "Why, so I can watch you beat Whumper to death? I don't think so."

Caretaker screamed wordlessly. Team Leader had to understand. Team Leader had to understand and help them. "Whumpee is dying. Whumpee is dying and that bastard," Caretaker pointed at the figure cuffed at the table in the interrogation room, "knows why. Please," Caretaker let the desperation they were feeling fill their voice, "I just need to know what they gave Whumpee. That's all. I won't touch a hair on their head."

Team Leader sighed. "Fine."

Caretaker sagged with relief. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank yo--"

"I'm going in with you. And," Team Leader took a pair of cuffs from their belt, "you're wearing these."

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[sunnyknight-original]

he follow me everywhere I go

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

same energy

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Squirmles as an interrogation method (but wholesome)

Oh buddy

Once EDEN allowed other institutions access to squirmles, their potential was instantly recognized...

Let's say you have a low-risk criminal or hostage, but you've been instructed NOT to harm them at all. Solution? Dumping a whole jar of squirmles down their back >:)

It may seem silly or unorthodox, but the success rate is surprisingly high! Turns out being tied to a chair with a whole swarm of tickly critters in your clothes is unbearable.

Luckily, the squirmles love it >:) they are monsters after all...some evil tickling is their favorite.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Torture / Interrogation ideas for a more formal (ish) setting? Thinking like fantasy military captive setting, no past connection between whumpee and whumper, mostly job focused

captivity settings my beloved <3

The Backdrop:

- whumpee is a high ranking officer, and Whumper wants to use them in propaganda. The well being of the soldiers they were captured with hangs in the balance.

- following that, whumpee is a foot soldier who has the misfortune of being used as leverage. Maybe their commanding officer is just too stubborn, letting them suffer "for the greater good".

- whumpee is a deep cover spy who's been betrayed by a double agent. Whumper wants to make an example of them to deter any future espionage.

- whumpee is a civilian, but the whumper is dead certain they're lying when they say they don't know anything, and keeps trying to force information out of them.

- whumpee does know something, and it's very specific and tangible: Whumper wants them to recreate a weapon, input codes, feed misinformation to their own side while whumper watches... Anything that can quickly be seen through if they try to sabotage it or lie.

- whumper is convinced that "torture always works" and is resolved to keep putting the pressure on a captured soldier whumpee. One of these days, they're going to crack, right?

The Methods:

- every day the whumpee refuses to do something, whumper will cut off a piece of them

- whumper has psychic or magical technology on hand that will prevent whumpee from lying; all they need to do is force them to break their silence

- whumper has psychic or magical technology that can read whumpee's mind, but it's incredibly painful and invasive

- whumper is able to resuscitate the dead. They kill whumpee horribly, over and over again, trying to disorient them and weaken their resolve

- whumpee has to make propaganda appearances while captive, so whumper can't leave any marks. They instead use drugging, asphyxiation, and confined spaces to torment them

- whumper invades whumpee's personal space; touching them, calling them pet names, mocking any tears or reactions

- whumper has healing magic or technology, which they use to cover up any traces of what they've done after brutalizing whumpee. Their bosses don't exactly approve of their methods

[dresden-syndrome]

EESU State Security interrogation tools: barbed wires.

Aside from keeping State Security areas safe and escape-proof, barbed wires can be used at interrogations in a variety of ways. A wire can induce pressure on the skin, causing immense pain and discomfort, and break it if scratched or pressed hard enough, thus increasing the likelihood of confession.

Common techniques include:

- Barbed wire restraint: used with or in place of regular restraints, it puts pressure on the skin to the point of tearing it, especially during movement. For better effect combine with physical contact or threats; put the detainee in a position where they are more likely to move or struggle.

- Barbed wire whip: use a whip with several parbed wire pieces on the end. The whip can be as well demonstrated as a threat if the detainee is found affected by it.

- Barbed wire bat: same as the above.

- A detainee can be forced to lay down on barbed wires then walked of stamped on. It is recommended to tie them down beforehand to avoid needless resistance.

- A wire can be heated or cooled for extra discomfort.

Barbed wire use is very likely to leave body marks, some of which can last even after the detention ends. Wires are thoroughly disinfected before use unless the possibility of infection is intentionally permitted (for non-predesignated class IV offenders only) yet the wounds can get infected afterwards.

Applied to class III-IV offenders.

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