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Whumpee is told they have a terminal illness so when the scientist shows up at their door, promising their ability to help others with the research they could do, they figure ‘what do they have to lose? Might as well use the time they have left to help others in his position’.

But then they sign the contract and things go south quickly. There’s a needle and then they’re waking up in a room they don’t recognize and there are guards here…

Whumpee didn’t agree to this, they only wanted to help people, not this-

But the doctor replies, “since you’re terminal, every second you get with me will be because of my technology keeping you alive. If you don’t want to be helpful and contribute to my experiments, I can always let nature take its course again, it won’t be murder. So the choice is yours.”

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Negotiations

CW: Gunshot wound, blood

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

Maybe it was the fact another wave of pain was passing, or the blood loss, or a combination of the two but he wasn’t sure what plan Kylan was working on.  

It was a few moments before PJ spoke up, “I think we do.  Is Zaryn in there?”

“Yes.  So is Noah.  Neither are in good shape.  They both need a medic.  Do you know what happened?”

There was a moment before PJ spoke up, the two still yelling across the threshold of the house.  “No, are the prisoners still there?”

Kylan looked over at Noah who nodded his head.  “There’s no one else here,” He immediately lied.  

“I know you’re right inside the door, you’ve got your gun drawn.  You think I did that?”

Noah tried to understand what game Kylan was playing at as Kylan answered back, “Just taking precautions is all.  If you drop your weapon, I’ll drop mine.”  Kylan looked over at Noah who still had his leveled at the door.  “Then we’ll talk.”

After a few tense moments PJ answered back with an, “Okay.”  There was a sound of a gun being placed on the ground and then kicked away, Noah could see it skid into view.  

Kylan did the same, only he scooted Zaryn’s gun over to the entrance and he kept his in his hands.  

“Now come outside.”  Kylan and Noah looked at each other before he returned his gaze to the door.  “Noah is hurt, I’m not leaving him.”  

He watched Kylan’s jawline tighten.  While the two of them never tried to hide their relationship they sure didn’t like to broadcast it for fear of it being used against them.  He could tell that it bothered him, possibly giving up that bit of leverage that he had.  

Another moment passed, “I don’t think that they’ve got much time.  Come outside.”

Noah watched Kylan calculate his next move.  Kylan looked over at Noah who continued keeping a gun leveled at the door.  

Kylan took a deep breath before looking over at Noah who continued keeping his gun leveled at the door.  “Ok, I’m coming out.”

It wasn’t ideal by any means and both of them knew that it was a trap.  Noah watched Kylan steel himself for the impending fight before stepping forward, cautiously avoiding the blood puddles.  He kept his footsteps light and when he reached the doorway he put his back up against the wall to get some coverage before pivoting around.

PJ launched himself at Kylan and Noah watched as an all too familiar fight over a loaded gun ensued.  Noah kept his gun aimed at the two but couldn’t get a clear shot on PJ.  PJ slammed Kylan into the corner of the door jam, his head bounced off only stunning him momentarily.  

PJ stepped clear from Kylan and Noah took the shot.  He dropped and Kylan was quick to step forward and place another round in his chest to be sure.  

Kylan brought a hand to the back of his head and it came away with a small spot of blood.  “Fuck.”

He looked out of the building to be sure that no one else was lying in wait before ducking back inside to focus on Noah.

“Fuck,” He repeated.  He finally had a moment to look at Noah’s leg that was still wrapped up but the bandage that was now a deep red color and weeping droplets of blood.  “We’ve got to get you back.”

“Call Alen or Isa.  I trust them.  I have information to give to Isa.”  Noah held up the bloodstained notepad.

Kylan looked over the information Noah had written down as he called Alen.  He began to pace around the room, being careful to avoid stepping in some of the drying pools of blood.  He stayed away from Zaryn’s mess of his head.  

“Alen, this is very important.  I need you to bring a car to the abandoned building outside of camp.”  There was a pause.  “Yes, the one with the prisoners.  Noah’s got information but he’s been hurt.  I’d feel more comfortable speaking in person.”  Another extended pause.  “Yes, thanks.”  The call ended and Kylan returned to his spot next to Noah.  “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone stabbed me, but worse.”  As if on cue another wave of pain jolted through him, causing him to tense up.  “I would rather be stabbed.  Adrenaline is wearing off.”  His left hand hovered over his leg as if he was afraid to touch it, his right hand remained in a clenched trembling fist.  “Why are there so many band-aids in that first aid kit?”

Kylan let out a short, tense laugh.  “I’ll keep that in mind when I restock it for you.”  

Minutes later the two of them heard the sound of tires on gravel, Alen must have been hauling ass.  Two car doors opened and shut in quick succession and Noah leaned up against the wall and shut his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink.  

“Noah, don’t do that.”  Kylan warned.  

Alen was first through the door when he saw the mess, Isa was close behind.  “Fucking hell you two, I hope whatever information you got was worth it Noah.”

He nodded with teeth clenched and pointed towards the notebook Kylan had in his hand.  The pain was definitely growing.  

“Let’s get Noah loaded up.  Kylan or Alen, one of you stay here with the prisoners.”

Alen raised his hand reluctantly, “I’ll stay.  Kylan probably wants to stay with Noah.”  He got into position to help Noah.  “Kylan, help me.”

Kylan handed the notebook to Isa before going to Noah’s side.  Isa immediately began to go through the notes as Alen and Kylan slid their arms under Noah's arms and legs before doing a small countdown.  Noah braced for the movement but still wasn’t prepared for the pain.  

It was nauseating.

And exhausting.

Definitely a combination of the two.  Once inside the vehicle Kylan sat right next to him so Noah could rest his head on his chest.  He wanted to sleep but Kylan simply wasn’t going to accept that as an answer.  

Instead Noah focused on his voice as Kylan updated Isa on the events that unfolded.  Even though it was a short drive, Noah let himself drift off to sleep.  He didn’t even stir when they had rolled up to the medic.

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Whumpee befriends whumpers dog during their captivity. They dog comes with them when they escape

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i would like to see more permanent brain damage in whump please and thank you.

and not just traumatic head injuries, though they are fun, but also shit like hypoxia. you know how much fun you can have with that? like, maybe your whumpee drowns and is fully dead for a hot second, and there’s just. no air inside them for a while. they come to after someone saves their life and they’re just hacking and coughing and spluttering and desperately trying to suck down air, you know the drill. or maybe they get shot, in the liver or something, and they just won’t stop bleeding. when they eventually do, they’ve lost so much blood that they’re on death’s door, and there’s a race to get them a blood transfusion before it’s too late. the team manages, but only just, and whumpee’s brain has been deprived of oxygen for so long that when they eventually wake up, they’re so confused, and weak, and scared. fun stuff, right?

and then you have the brain damage. there is so much fucking potential here for whumpy recovery shit. maybe they can’t talk anymore, maybe they can’t understand people anymore, maybe they can’t move properly anymore, maybe they become a different person entirely, a la phineas gage. and they don’t know what to do. their entire life has just been permanently altered, their fucking brain is different now. they lash out more, they wished they didn’t but they can’t help it. or maybe they just become apathetic, and they can’t feel any emotions strongly so they’re just left with this dull, droning sense of guilt for being such a dick. maybe they start crying every now and then, and they don’t really know why, they just feel so fucking sad. maybe they get consumed by this dreadful feeling of isolation, unable to communicate with their friends like they used to.

and then the team has to try and rehabilitate them.

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Whumpee who save themselves instead of waiting for rescue. Whumpee who waits at home for caretaker to find because they didn't know where else to go or who to trust.

Caretaker, who just came home after a hopeless day of no leads for whumpee's disappearance to find them passed out on their couch.

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Requiring whumpee to cooperate

(some of my favorite most awful tropes)

Content: whipping, punishment, noncon nudity, humiliation

Forcing them to put themselves in vulnerable positions--"lay on the table."

"You remember the punishment room? You get one more chance."

"open your palms." (Whumpee is lying on a table with their hands tied behind their back.) "Or else this whipping will break your fingers. It's up to you, really."

"I want you to count. Say 'thank you sir' after each one."

"Kneel." (Does whumpee thump to the ground immediately, desperately, do they slowly, begrudgingly do it with a glare, and get a slap for it?)

Forcing whumpee to ask to be punished

"Strip." Whumper orders. Whumpee stares at whumper's demand. "I said strip. Or I'll do it. And I won't be delicate."

"That's fifteen lashes. Turn around and face the wall."

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Brawling

Content: beating, unfair fight, gang whump

Whumpee getting shoved and slapped and slaps back and suddenly it's them vs whumper

Or whumpee saying something too hilarious at whumper's expense and whumper decided to beat the fuck out of them

Inside of a gang so the honor system says it's 1 on 1 but whumpee has no real chance because if they start winning, the gang will pull them off and hold them down so whumper can beat the shit out of them

Whumpee losing and whumper getting up, panting, and grabbing a whip, "you wanted to see what I'd do? Here's what I'll do"

Gang holding whumpee back, snarling and spitting insults and, maybe even just spit, as whumper hastily, angrily gets on their brass knuckles

Whumpee on the ground getting kicked by everyone's boots

"wait wait," boss pushes the gang back. "Let me." ->one harder kick that makes whumpee cry out

Whumper to whumpee who has given up, aiming a kick: "hold still." *Yelp of pain* "I'm not stopping until I get one good one in! Now hold still!"

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Pesky Interruptions

Story centered around my OC Noah. I’ll admit. This scene has been done for a long time, as in it was one of the first scenes I ever wrote with Noah.

TW: Interrogation, gun shot wound, field medicine, death mention

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

He looked down at his notepad where he’d been keeping track of everything Viktor had been telling him.  Ruby had gotten sloppy in what she let him see or hear over time and, while he did have a sense of loyalty, he was afraid of Noah more. 

Noah asked Viktor to recall another detail from the beginning of their session, something small that could easily have been a lie if Viktor was lying.  He recalled it perfectly.  Either he was a better liar than Noah or he was telling the truth.  

The problem with the truth is that Viktor just exposed a spy in the ranks of the officers and that was another looming issue.  That would be two spies in a matter of days and the poison of distrust was spreading through Noah’s veins.  

He needed to talk to Isa.  He couldn’t risk leaving these two alone knowing how high the threat went.  The spy was none other than number six on the most wanted list Uniformity had posted, Olivia. 

He felt antsy as he waited for Kylan or even Isa to return his message but he didn’t show it around Viktor or Rachel, especially her.  He was sure that if he gave her any indication or urgency or impatience on his part she would never talk.  She had more convictions than Viktor, he was weak.  

He moved out into the hallway, away from the others that were tied up so he could pace.  That was until he received the message he had been waiting for, Kylan would be on his way to this building to watch the two of them while Noah relayed the information back to Isa.  Normally he would be comfortable leaving them, especially now since he had double checked the ropes, but with the knowledge of the spy he was worried that they would come and finish those two off before he had even had a chance to talk to Rachel. 

He walked through the front door and several things happened at once.

Zaryn wasn’t prepared for Noah to leave even though he had kept his gun drawn.

Noah wasn’t expecting Zaryn to even be anywhere near that building sending off his own alarm bells.

Zaryn had raised their gun at Noah and pulled the trigger.  

Noah had just enough reflexes to dodge the majority of the bullet, though it still grazed his right arm as he moved back into the building for safety.  

He hissed as he instinctually brought his left hand up to the graze before shoving down his instincts and reaching for his own gun.  Zaryn was inside leveling the gun again, no words were spoken as he prepared to pull the trigger again.

No time for his own gun, Noah lunged forward and grabbed onto Zaryn’s gun, the barrel pointing haphazardly in a direction away from the two of them before going off once more.

Two shots, Noah tried to guess how many bullets were in the cartridge.  He hoped it only held six as they continued to wrestle, the barrel pointed towards the floor this time.

The gun went off again and white hot pain exploded in Noah’s left thigh.  His leg gave out and he landed on his back.  Zaryn stepped forward and grinded his boot into the bleeding wound.

“Aahhh!”  Noah sat up enough to try to shove Zaryn off of his leg but knew that he had no leverage at this angle.  He looked up at Zaryn who didn’t even notice Noah reaching for his own gun on his hip holster.

Zaryn thought he had won.  “Goodbye Noah.  It’s been a pleasure to work alongside you.”  He watched Noah’s face as he rubbed his boot once more for good measure, relishing in the scream.

Noah shot his own weapon, Zaryn fell down backwards and his blood and brain matter spattered across the entryway.  Noah was sure that he was dead but now had to focus on his own survival.  

He let his hand venture to his leg and while the top was just a small hole, the exit wound is what scared him.  He felt the loose meat of his thigh and let out a string of curse words.  He placed pressure on it but knew that that would only do so much.  His backpack was in the other room and in it, hopefully, he still had a small first aid kit Kylan insisted he carry.  He just hoped he had actually listened to him and didn’t toss it aside in their room.  

He ungracefully rolled onto his good leg while trying to maintain some semblance of pressure on his leg.  He awkwardly crawled towards the other room, leaving a trail of tacky red handprints and a trail of large blood drops and smears throughout the abandoned house.  

He cursed the entire way but knew how lucky he actually was.  Zaryn hadn’t hit any important arteries or he would be dead by now.  Noah could piece together that much through the ever growing haze of pain.  

He reached the room with his backpack and pulled it off the table with an unceremonious PLUNK as it hit the ground.  He tugged the zipper open and wiggled the contents out of the bag.  He moved onto the next pocket until he found the dirty small red pouch with another infernal zipper he needed to tug open.

The contents were spread across the floor, “Who needs this many damn bandaids?” He asked no one in particular as he threw them to the side.  When he found the roll of gauze he nearly sobbed after he thought his fate was coming down to two three inch squares of gauze pads and self-adhesive bandage wrap.  

Now came the part he was afraid of, he needed both of his hands to even get some of this open or to even get it on him.  He tried to be quick but he was clumsy.  His left hand was covered in fresh slick blood and the right was just trying to be steady enough to locate the pull tabs on the packages.  Then he realized another barrier between him and his leg was the blood soaked pants leg.  He grabbed his knife and tore at the edge of the pants leg, ripping a portion off that had already decided to adhere to his skin.  When he had enough room to bandage his leg he stopped, his pants leg was still attached by a small sliver on the inner thigh but a gaping hole so he could actually wrap his leg.

He decided that the two small gauze pads would actually be useful after all and placed them over the small entry wound before trying to wrap his leg up in the rolled gauze.  It was hard work, particularly when the blood on his hands began to dry and cause the gauze to get stuck together, but he managed at least a crude wrap of gauze before moving onto the dreaded self-adhesive bandage.  He knew he would have to pull it tight and he knew that it would hurt.

He held his breath as he pulled the wrap around the first time over the worst of the wound, as he passed the start of the wrap he squeezed his eyes shut and pulled.  

“Aaghh-!” He hissed loudly through his teeth, not even caring if Viktor or Rachel heard him in the next room.  

So, he repeated the process slower than he would like.  It unnerved him how much blood he’d lost but when he finished the wrap he knew how much that was a bandaid fix.  He needed to see one of the medics back at the camp, which was a good 10 minute walk away.  For him, who knows how long.

He looked over at Zaryn’s body and started to awkwardly crawl towards it.  He didn’t give his head a second look but he needed to find his comms device.  He haphazardly looked through his pockets until he found the device he was looking for and his heart sunk.  

Eight minutes ago a message was received from PJ:

Don’t be an idiot.  We’ll be there soon to take care of them together.

He looked down at his leg, there was no way he was going to be useful in any sort of fight.  Then he started to do his own math on when Kylan said that he would be here.  He wasn’t sure would get here first because it depended on where they were in the camp.  It depended on if PJ ran into Kylan on the way over here.  Kylan didn’t even know that PJ was a spy.  

Noah chastised himself for not warning him ahead of time and letting his paranoia get ahead of him.

Another message came through on Zaryn’s device:

Kylan is heading your way.  

Noah fished out his own device and messaged Kylan.

You’re being followed by PJ.  He is going to try to kill you.  Don’t alert him that you know.  

He didn’t feel like that explained nearly enough but the short message was all his mind could focus on as another wave of pain radiated from his leg.  He leaned back against the wall and hissed through his teeth until it passed.  

He looked down at his leg and he was bleeding through the bandage but at least it was slowed.  Either that or he’d bled more than he thought.  It was all fuzzy, he wasn’t sure.  

The next few minutes dragged on as Noah waited to see who would arrive first.  It should be Kylan but still Noah kept his own gun on his lap. He was ready for whoever walked through the door.

The crunch of gravel alerted him to someone approaching the house and Noah leveled the gun at the entrance of the doorway as he was still leaned up against the wall in the entryway with no quick way to escape.  He held his breath as he watched the door and when Kylan walked in he could breath a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck happened?”  Kylan took in the scene as quickly as he could.  His eyes traveled from Zaryn’s body over to Noah and his leg wrapped up in a purple wrap that had blood seeping through.

“Did you see PJ?”

Kylan ran to Noah’s side and looked at his leg.  “You need a medic.”

“He should’ve been right behind you.”  There was a small noise outside and Noah brought a finger up to his lips and Kylan drew his own weapon before crossing the room.  The switch from concerned boyfriend to hardened soldier was immediate.  Noah kept his own weapon raised at the doorway.  

After a few tense moments of no one entering the door Kylan and Noah shared a look.  “Any other entrances into this place?”  He quietly asked Noah.

“There’s a back door but it’s boarded up.”  Zaryn’s communication device lit up and Noah risked looking at the screen.

Where are you?

Noah motioned towards Kylan before tossing Zaryn’s device to him.  Kylan read through the messages and connected the dots.  He let out a breath before shouting outside.  “PJ, I know you’re there.  I think we need to talk.”

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Prisoner of war whumpee with a bit more agency

Trying to escape over and over. Each time they get caught, the punishment is worse, until finally they're facing down losing a limb and they're begging, promising to never do it again. Because how are they going to escape with only one leg?

Making friends with the interrogator. Sarcastic joking, "Let's not and say we did, huh?", going quiet when he picks up the torture weapon. Stupid to think that would work.

Planning an escape with the other prisoners. Whumpee is trying to form a team that can actually get out together. Conversations and planning hush when a group of their captors suddenly barge in.

Someone with a lot of intel trying to fake that they're a different person that doesn't know much. Until that same person is also captured and brought in to confront them.

A high-risk prisoner shackled around the wrists, ankles, collared, gagged, walking up to the front of their cell as far as they can come to stare the enemy commander.

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Tropes that always give me whumperflies

Content: noncon nudity, manhandling, injuries, beating, fear, defiant/stoic whumpee

Throwing whumpee onto their knees before the enemy leader and holding them there by the back of the neck

Whumpee half-curled into a fetal position as they're being relentlessly kicked

Whumpee forced to strip. And doing so flushing and getting ashamed.

Whumpee shuddering and shaking from exhaustion caused by screaming, resisting, and fear

Wiping blood off hastily, grabbing injuries, making faces as they try not to cry

Ripping their pants down or shirt up so roughly it jerks whumpee's body

The broken sob that's kind of the end of a cry they barely managed to hold in

Whumpee feeling stupid, humiliated, even though anyone would, in their position

Sweating, swallowing, and keeping their face under control, trembling as they are inspected

Being twisted by the wrist, spun around, and slammed face-first into a wall or desk

Compromising positions like whumper sitting on their butt, in a non-sexual, violent way that just emphasizes the desperate physical struggle.

Grabbing them by the face to look at them and make snide observations about how scared they are

Slapping whumpee in the cheek

Small whumpees being thrown around and restrained physically by big whumpers

Grabbing their hair to slam them into the wall and whispering something in their ear that makes whumpee grimace

"turn around and face the wall."

Slapping a knife wound or gunshot injury and whumpee winces, cries and curls over the injury

A sarcastic remark dying on whumpee's lips as they see what whumper brought to beat them with

A stoic whumpee after a long time of taking a beating with only grunts of pain, groaning as a bone is broken, and as whumper raises their boot to kick again, whumpee hoarsely cries "wait wait, please! --please wait!"

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Public humilliation whump🫡

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Hired gun once-defiant whumpee being 'disciplined' in front of Criminal Whumper's colleagues.

Kingpin Whumper is holding an informal meeting in a private study. Genially drunk business associates are chattering about.

The heavy wooden doors are pulled open and a guard by Whumpee's side wrenches them into the room, one hand around their upper arm.

Whumpee is shirtless and shivering, sanguine leaking from the disorderly lines cut into their back. Fresh wounds layer on pale pink scars which layer on paler brown ones. Their arms are bound in front of them.

The sight of Whumpee sobers everyone up, but all are frozen in inaction from the threat Whumper presents.

Whumpee never cries in front of anyone.

But Whumpee's eyes are red rimmed and leaking now.

They're brought to Whumper. Whumpee picks a spot on Whumper's leather shoes and focuses on it, determined to avoid everyone's pitying eyes. The spark of anger burning within them turns it's flames inward, shame rising from the ashes of Whumpee's dignity.

Whumper smiles, and lifts Whumpee's head with a gentle press of his fingers under their chin. "Anythin' you want to tell me, pretty?"

Whumpee knows the answer he wants to hear. They meet Whumper's eyes for a moment, but rapidly abandons the challenge.

Their raw throat struggles to form the reply.

"Thank you, sir."

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Requiring whumpee to cooperate

(some of my favorite most awful tropes)

Content: whipping, punishment, noncon nudity, humiliation

Forcing them to put themselves in vulnerable positions--"lay on the table."

"You remember the punishment room? You get one more chance."

"open your palms." (Whumpee is lying on a table with their hands tied behind their back.) "Or else this whipping will break your fingers. It's up to you, really."

"I want you to count. Say 'thank you sir' after each one."

"Kneel." (Does whumpee thump to the ground immediately, desperately, do they slowly, begrudgingly do it with a glare, and get a slap for it?)

Forcing whumpee to ask to be punished

"Strip." Whumper orders. Whumpee stares at whumper's demand. "I said strip. Or I'll do it. And I won't be delicate."

"That's fifteen lashes. Turn around and face the wall."

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The whumpee, a retail worker, is closing the store alone. Late at night, the doors are locked, most of the lights are off, and the parking lot is empty. The whumpee knows that the security cameras don’t have audio, so they don’t have to worry about their boss listening in. Free to make as much noise as they please, the whumpee sings along to the radio to pass the time. After closing the register, they head to the back of the store to hide the cash drawer. Continuing to belt out song lyrics, they turn a corner and—they bump into somebody.

Startled, the whumpee drops the cash drawer and stumbles back. Coins scatter across the tiles, and they gape open-mouthed at the intruder.

“Don’t stop on my account.” The stranger flashes a toothy grin and takes a step closer. “You have such a lovely voice.”

“I, I don’t—” the whumpee stammers, their brain short circuiting as they struggle to process the situation.

“Keep singing,” they encourage, one hand resting on the waistband of their jeans where a weapon is most certainly concealed. “C’mon, don’t be shy now.”

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Viktor

Slow burn for whumper turned whumpee following my OC, Noah.

CW: knife mention

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

There was a rhythm to this. It took him a moment to find it. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t get too carried away- it increased the possibility of false information.

The way the knife felt sinking into flesh though! It was addicting and he knew that this feeling had hooked its claws into him. There was no going back from this, Noah knew that. Once this was done he knew he’d be chasing this high again.

Viktor was babbling again, all Noah had to do was raise the knife somewhat close to him and he panicked.

Noah kneeled down in front of Viktor who was refusing to maintain eye contact. Victor’s head was clamped down to his chest as he looked down, tears continuing to stream down his red, puffy face. He used the tip of the knife to gently tilt his head to meet his eyes.

“Shhhh. Shhhhh. Viktor, this all ends if you tell me what I need to know. Three days from now. What does Ruby have planned?”

“The senators will be executed!”

The angry muffled yell from Rachel corroborated Viktor’s information.

“Thank you. Do you need some water?”

He shook his head as he eyed the knife warily. Noah took the hint, wiped the blade clean on his pants leg and sheathed the knife once more.

“Are you hungry?”

Another shake of the head.

“Okay then, I just have a few more questions. Once those are answered we call it good. I get you set up in a cushy place and we protect you from Uniformity. Understand?”

He nodded.

Rachel let out what Noah could only assume was a lengthy string of curse words.

“Where will it be? In the square like the rest of them?”

“N- no. A TV studio. They’re going to broadcast it. The squares too risky.”

“Where’s the studio?”

And Viktor divulged everything. As he spoke he wrote down the details and in the back of his mind he could only think about what new things he could do to make Rachel scream and writhe under his knife.

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The Doctor Will See You Now...

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🩺 Take a deep breath 🩻 Foreign object where it shouldn’t be 🧠 Seizures 🥼 Administering first aid on themselves 👩‍⚕️ Sadistic doctor seeks to hurt ⛺ Field medicine  🧑‍⚕️ The good doctor in the bad place  👨‍⚕️ Untrained person providing medical intervention 💉 Put in a central line 🩹 Bleeding out 💊 Forced to swallow pills  🧤 Invasive/Uncomfortable exam 🤮 Medically-induced vomiting 🧃 Laced drink 🥄 Force-feeding 🤧 It’s just a cold (it’s not) 😵 Unexplained fainting 🤒 Fever-induced hallucination 😷 A necessary quarantine  🤢 Crying so hard they throw up 🤕 Trephination (release those evil spirits)  🛌 Assault while medically restrained  🏥 Abandoned hospital  🧊 Medically induced hypothermia 🩼 Chronic pain 🦽 Too weak to walk 🚑 Rushed to the hospital 🔪 Awake surgery 🩸 Losing a lot of blood 🤝 Someone holding their hand through the worst of it 🪢 Medical restraints 🫀 Heart palpitations 🫙 We’ll need to take a sample  ⏰ Nothing left to do but wait and see  ❤️‍🩹 Code blue 🪡 That’s gonna need stitches 🧽 Receiving a sponge bath 💐 Awkward/Painful visit 👕 Hospital gown 🧬 Genetically modified  🦠 Unidentified virus 🦴 I think it’s broken… 🧪 Experimental drug with side effects 🪣 Bucket next to the bed 🔫 Digging out a bullet 🫁 Intubation/Extubation 🦷 Bite down on this