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Whumpee who lashes out towards Whumper about being lonely. And so Whumper goes and kidnaps Caretaker.

                There’s a knock on the cell door, and it opens, and Whumper steps inside… and throws the unconscious body of Caretaker onto the floor, saying they knew Whumpee needed company.

                Bonus points if Whumpee thinks that Caretaker is dead, and panics, running to their side, looking for proof they’re alive but being too worked up to notice the faint pulse.

                Or if Caretaker really is dead, if you want to get extra dark.

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When i was younger I was obsessed with the idea of "leaving and never coming back".

There is so much tradegy in it, but also so much freedom. It was always the finality that fascinated me.

But now?

In the past year I have visited so many places, met so many people and now I realize that I might not ever see them again.

But it feels different. It is not a satisfying ending. I find myself imagining going back one day, seeing all those people again, but I know I won't.

Is this the tragedy I have been craving, the finality I have been fantasizing about?

But only now I know what it actually means to leave something behind.

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Febuwhump Day 2: Holding Back Tears

Whumpee curled up in the corner of their cell, head throbbing. They couldn't even remember the last time they saw whumper, the days blurring into each other. They were so hungry and cold. They just wanted to go home. Their eyes filled with tears and they tried oh so hard not to let them fall. At the worst possible time, they hear whumpers' footsteps outside. The dreadful sound of the key turning and the door opening.

"What do you want?" Whumpee grumbled.

"Grumpy today, are we?"

"Shut up."

Whumper walked over to whumpee and yanked their head up by their hair. Whumpee refused to look at whumper, staring depressingly at the floor, tears threatening to spill.

"Are those finally tears I see?"

Whumpee turned their head away and buried their face in their hands.

"Come on, don't hide from me. It's been forever since I've seen you cry."

Whumper grabbed whumpees chin and turned their face towards them. Still no response. Whumper sighed, "What's wrong, whumpee?"

Whumpee scoffed. Like whumper cared at all. Just trying to screw with their head.

Whumper sat down next to whumpee and they tensed as whumper drew circles on their back. "Really, you can tell me. It's not like you have anyone else."

Whumper was right. They were all whumpee had right now. They couldn't do this anymore. "I- I just wanna go home."

"I know sweetheart, but you know I can't let you do that."

"But why?! It's your fault I'm here in the first place."

"It doesn't make sense right now but I promise it will soon."

"How long will you keep saying that? I don't care. I don't- I-"

"Hey," whumpee looked up at whumper. "It's ok to break sometimes. You've been here so long. It was about time."

"But I'm not broken!"

Whumper smiled sympathetically. "It's fine to just accept it, okay? It'll make this so much easier."

"I won't. I'll never lose myself to you."

Whumper laughed, "That's what they all say. Give it a few weeks, heck, maybe even days if you keep regressing at this rate."

"Maybe I wouldn't be getting worse if you weren't here."

"You say that now, but when I leave you down here for longer, you'll be begging to see me. I'm the only one you have. It's up to you whether you accept that or not."

"Just leave." Whumpee couldn't let whumper get to them.

"You know what? How about you come with me right now and I'll give you a nice warm meal and bed?"

"I said go." A meal and bed was all whumpee could dream of, but they'd never take it from whumper.

"Suit yourself," Whumper got up and headed towards the door, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

As the door slammed shut, whumpee couldn't keep it together anymore. They cried harder than they ever had before, wishing there was another way out of this.

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Chapter 3

"A Game, Pt. 1"

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tw: captive whumpees, human trafficking, stress position, calling an adult whumpee "boy" and "kid," restraints, electric shock, gagged, torture on livestream

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Christopher sat at his desk, flipping through a ream of blueprints. This was just the latest batch sent over by his contractors, and he eyed the papers with disdain. His current client was being picky, and with the little situation at his other job, he was getting impatient.

As annoying as it was, if Christopher wanted to keep Otis and Diego from figuring out something was off, he couldn't let his day job fall by the way side.

So here he was. Architect by day. "Entrepreneur" by night.

He thumbed through the floor plans and started to mutter, lost in thought. A large flat screen TV was mounted to the wall across from him, and it played softly in the background while he worked. The news was on, and Christopher glanced up occasionally, trying to pay attention.

"...now, in breaking news, local authorities have launched the search for two university students missing since Thursday night. In a statement this morning, LPD police chief Clayton Barr reported that the disappearances are likely an abduction..."

Christopher lunged for the TV remote and mashed the volume up, the reporter's voice filling the spacious room.

"At this time, the investigation suggests the last known location..."

An image of the store where Zach worked flashed on screen, alongside another image of the van they'd abandoned in the lot. Chris relaxed a little. That was nothing he didn't expect.

The reporter droned on. Estimated time of disappearance, no current suspects, if you have any information... yada yada yada.

Christopher sighed heavily, reaching for his laptop. Otis and Diego had better come up with something good for tonight. Viewership would be down now that the search was public, and that did not help their current situation.

Publicity never failed to make things complicated. When things got a little too high profile and clients recognized a boy on the news, they ducked and covered. It took months to build up viewership again, and even some of their regulars might not come back.

Christopher leaned back in his chair and stretched, feeling restless. He cast his eyes around the room, trying to settle down, but pushed himself up and started to pace anyways.

How had this even happened? Of all the acquisitions he'd overseen, why did it have to be this one that went so wrong? Was this his punishment for getting personally involved with a target?

As much as Christopher would like to put all the blame on Diego, Zach's roommate had gotten wrapped up out of pure, dumb luck. Now, unfortunately, he would have to stay a while. There was no way Christopher was lining up a buyer with all the commotion.

His phone chimed with an incoming message, a picture attached. He opened it, letting out a low, appreciative whistle.

Otis stood proudly behind one of his twisted contraptions, smiling brightly at the camera. His arms were open in a gesture that could only be interpreted as "Ta-da!"

Christopher smirked.

A bound figure knelt on the floor, facing a thick wooden post. There was a metal bar drilled to the top of the post, extending out to each side, so the overall shape was a T. Thick manacles dangled from both sides of the bar, trapping the young man's wrists and forcing him to stretch upwards. His ankles were bound to his thighs so that his legs stayed bent at a sharp angle, and the upward stretch of his torso forced him to balance on his kneecaps. The picture looked like it was taken just as he fell forward, bracing himself to keep from face-planting into the post.

Diego sent a message following the photo. "Left Zach's little friend strung up last night. Didn't want to give them the chance to chat. No spoilers."

Christopher zoomed in, noticing the knotted ends of the gag buried in Levi's hair.

He grinned. If Diego didn't want to give the boys a chance to communicate, there were plenty of ways to accomplish that. This- Christopher zoomed out to take in the whole picture again- was just for fun.

As usual, Otis would take any chance he got to use one of his "special devices."

Another message came through. "Make sure you're on the stream tonight. Never had 2 to play around with before. It's gonna be special."

He wouldn't miss it.

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Levi couldn't even remember how he'd passed the time when they finally came to take him. His knees were numb, or at least, they stayed that way as long as he didn't move. The second he let his body shift even an inch, pure fire shot through his nerves and it was agony.

His only comfort was that he could see. The pain in his body may be worse, but he'd choose this any day over being blindfolded in the cell. He was afraid, yes, but it was nothing like the overwhelming panic that gripped him in the dark.

As the hours passed, Levi had managed to lean forward a little, pressing his forehead against the post to take just a fraction of his weight. It was enough that he could rest, but not fall asleep. Any time he dozed, his body slipped downward and the rusted shackles bit into his wrists with a fury.

His eyes were just starting to droop again when the door to the tiny room cracked open, Diego popping his head inside.

"Wakey-wakey."

Levi could hear the smirk in his voice.

Diego pushed in further and Levi tensed up, expecting hands in his hair, more blows-

WOOSH

Levi yelled, a wall of water crashing over his body. He gasped, choking, the cloth gag saturated and trapping water in his mouth. His hair was plastered to his forehead, the tips of his curls dripping water into his eyes. Ice cubes clattered across the floor, skidding in circles around the drain in the center.

Levi shouted in rage, already shaking. A long night of sleeplessness, the ache in his body, and now this? Fuck. What kind of bastards just did this to a person? Levi couldn't even tell why he and Zach had been taken, let alone why he was being treated this way.

His clothes were soaked and frigid, clinging to his skin like a blanket of ice. He panted, shouting muffled curses as he started to shiver. Otis pushed his way in through the door, laughing, and both men stepped forward to start freeing Levi's wrists.

He snatched his arms to his chest as soon as they were free, lashing out with a vicious punch when Otis came closer. The stocky man dodged easily, stepping behind Levi and grabbing his arm just below the shoulder. He firmly twisting it behind Levi's back.

Levi froze momentarily, shoulder shrieking in the socket and overwhelmed with pain. It was just the chance Diego needed to slip in and zip tie his wrists.

Otis whipped out a knife, grinning at him. Levi yelled and writhed as the knife came closer, but all Otis did was stoop down to sever the ropes holding his ankles. His feet dropped to the floor like two cement blocks, entirely past his control. The worst pins and needles he'd ever felt started to creep up his legs, and Levi sucked in a breath, trembling harder with the cold.

Diego playfully set his hand on the boy's head, scratching his scalp through wet hair.

"Finally your turn, kid. Let's get you out in front of those cameras, hmm?"

Cameras?? What the fuck...

Levi groaned as he shivered, trying uselessly to thrash as the two men grabbed him under the arms. His lead feet trailed on the floor as they dragged him down the hall, his stomach sinking.

Part of his brain screamed, furious at what was happening. He had been kidnapped, attacked, and basically tortured with a stress position for hours. There was no way to know how long he'd been here now. Had he been tied up all night, all day? He knew the longer he was here, the worse his chances were of making it out alive.

He had to fight, to defend himself. His heart screamed in his chest, rage and fear mingling into one driving force. He grit his teeth around the gag, trying desperately to make his legs work.

The duo turned through a wide doorway at the end of the hall, bright light spilling out. They hauled their cargo along with them and unceremoniously tossed Levi toward the center of the room.

He was forced to squint as he took in his surroundings, overwhelmed by the camera lights filling the room. He struggled, trying to get his legs under him, and Diego stepped forward to help. Levi shouted as Diego grabbed his elbow, trying to shake the man off.

Diego hauled the boy upright and danced away, laughing at his captive's anger. Levi rose wobbily, standing up from his kneeling position.

"Ah ah, stay down."

Blinding pain exploded through Levi's body as something jabbed at the small of his back. He stumbled, then fell, gasping in shock. Otis, clutching some kind of wand in his hand, stepped forward to jab Levi again. The same intense pain washed over him and he seized, hands balling into fists.

Levi shrieked, barely catching a moment to orient himself before something else caught his attention.

Towards the back corner of the room, there was a pole coming down from the ceiling. At it's base, Zach sat curled into a ball, his wrists tied to the pole behind him. Every few seconds, a harsh tone played and Zach seized, shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were shut tight and tears streamed down his face and neck. Judging by the wet stain around his shirt collar, it looked like he'd been here a while.

Zach whimpered desperately between the shocks, bared teeth sinking visibly into his gag. The pain written on his face spoke of a living nightmare, and something in Levi broke. He inched toward his friend, barely managing to push himself across the floor with his toes. He called out to Zach, but his own muffled cry was washed out by Diego's booming voice.

"Thanks for waiting folks. I hope you enjoyed the appetizer!" He swept his arm toward Zach, who keened softly. "Tonight we'll be playing a little game, which is not something we've tried before on the show."

Otis grabbed Levi's hair while Diego kept talking, wrenching him up. Levi pulled his legs under him to kneel, trying to follow Otis's hand upward so that his hair wasn't torn from his scalp.

Otis shook Levi's head roughly, and he leaned down to whisper in the boy's ear. Levi flinched away from his warm breath.

"Stay. Down. If you even think about trying to run, I will string you up so quick you won't even remember how you got there."

Levi held still, seeming to think for moment.

Otis locked eyes with him, smiling.

Levi smiled back.

He smashed his head into Otis's face, the stocky man stumbling back.

"Aaaaargh!!!" He covered his face with his hands, blood streaming from his lip and nose.

Diego's head whipped back, spinning away from the camera to see what just happened behind him. "Woah! Shit-"

"You miserable little fuck!" Otis spat. His blocky fist swung squarely toward Levi's face, catching his temple. Levi's whole body turned, following the momentum of the blow. He crashed to the floor and lay there unmoving.

Otis straightened up, panting. He wiped blood away from his lip and grimaced. Diego stood silently, mouth open in a slight O.

Otis gave Diego a meaningful look before he stalked out of the room, hands still curled up like he was looking for another fight.

Diego turned back to the camera, grinning uneasily. Play it off, he seemed to say.

"Well, that was quite the explosive start to the night! While we wait for our new guest to come back around, let me explain the rules of the game. Zach over here will be taking the first turn."

Zach stared tearily at Levi from across the room, moaning with fear as Diego turned to smile at him.

"It'll be fun," Diego offered, reassuringly.

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Thank you so much for reading! I had a ton of fun with this one and can't wait for our boys to learn the rules 🙈. The taglist is open if you'd like to join. Happy whumping!

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Claustrophobia

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(set between chapters 2 and 3)

tw: claustrophobia, restraints, noncon drugging, captive whumpees

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Levi panted heavily behind the gag, his throat sticking with dryness. He lay curled up, somewhere near the center of the room, shaking as he tried to gather his strength.

Wherever he was, it must've been 100 degrees. His T-shirt and jeans were soaked with sweat, and the damp cloth clung heavily to his skin, doubling the weight of his claustrophobia. Levi's chest felt like it was being crushed, and he was practically choking on adrenaline.

He took a few deep breaths, swallowing as much air as he could, then let out a frantic burst of energy.

Levi shouted as he struggled, crying out in the darkness. His arms were trapped behind him with his elbows bent at 90 degrees. His forearms lay flat across his back, and they were bound together at multiple points. Meanwhile, his knees were painfully folded up so that his ankles nearly touched the backs of his thighs. A coil of nylon rope wrapped around each leg, hitching to his ankles so that his legs couldn't straighten.

Levi had never handled small spaces well. Now, trussed up and gagged, unable to see his prison, his claustrophobia sent him to a new kind of hell.

He keened through grit teeth, twisting on the floor with anxiety.

It felt like hours since he'd heard them drag Zach away. That wasn't long after Levi first woke up, but the drugs seemed to hit Zach harder. Levi's muffled attempts to communicate didn't get a response, and he heard no sounds of struggle besides his own.

Zach's slow, steady breath filled the room, and Levi had quieted himself, honing in on the noise. It gave him a small amount of comfort to know that Zach lay nearby, and Levi had used his breath to ground himself. His heart slowed, the claustrophobia fading to the edge of his mind. It gave him space to think, at least for a little while.

Now, he was alone, and the darkness threatened to crush him.

.....

He had no concept of how much time passed before the door opened again. It swung slowly, creaking in a way that made it sound thick and heavy. The word "cell" struck him, and he felt sick.

Levi was curled in on his side as much as he could, long worn out from the endless cycle of struggle and recovery. He shut his eyes tight, breathing heavy. Whatever was coming, it was a welcome distraction from his own mind.

There was a heavy thud as something- no, someone- was tossed on the floor next to him.

Zach. Levi's breath picked up as he twisted, awkwardly trying to move toward his friend. Still, there was no sound of movement.

Levi heart clenched with fear. Is he...?

"Come on now, none of that. He'll be just fine, I promise."

The voice dripped with sarcasm, a mockery of comfort.

"Let's see how you handle a go of it."

Levi's stomach dropped. A go of what, exactly?

The man stepped closer, and Levi tried stubbornly to shift his weight away.

He shouted as hands seized his ankles, trying to kick out. What did these guys want?? He thrashed, his first instinct to fight against being separated from Zach again. Cruel laughter echoed around the room as Levi's angry voice was muffled, reduced to gibberish protests.

Another pair of hands joined the first. Levi was hoisted up by his belt and yanked over the threshold, spilling out into the hall. His head smacked into the opposite wall, pulling the blindfold down. A sliver of light flashed in his vision, and Levi whipped his head around, trying to orient himself.

The world was spinning, and something felt knocked loose. Flashes from the car ride swam in and out of view, making him want to heave.

Levi slid into the passenger seat of Zach's beat up Honda, shutting the door behind him. They were laughing, bickering about where to go. It was a rare night they were both free, and Zach wanted to go to Roxy's. Levi hated Roxy's. He groaned about it, twisting in his seat to reach back for the case of water Zach kept in the car. He yelled in shock, a blinding strike connecting with his nose. Someone seized his wrist, pulling his arm forward even as he struggled to open his streaming eyes. There was a bolt of pain in his arm, something jabbing into him...

Things were murky after that.

It was all so fast. They'd been abducted, and Levi had done nothing, stunned and blinded by shock. Shame burned through him, mingling with both his anger and his fear. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to swallow, but his dry tongue felt stuck in his throat.

This couldn't really be happening. Not to him. Not to Zach.

Hands gripped his hair. Levi barked with pain as his head was pulled up and back. Fingers hooked under his blindfold and flicked it down fully, flooding his vision with harsh florescent light.

He reeled, pain lancing through his eyes after hours spent in the dark.

"There you are... look at you!" There was a crude whistle. More laughter.

Levi struggled to focus, taking in the blurry face that peered down at him. He could just make out a condescending smirk.

"It's a shame you couldn't be there when we got acquainted with your friend. Zach did beautifully for his first time. You'll just have to wait to see him tomorrow- I'm sure he'll tell you all about it," the man sneered.

The world was still tipping, and Levi tried to play catch up. Zach... unconscious, drugged. What had they done to him?

A harsh slap rang against his cheek and Levi flinched. He gasped, blinking.

He just managed to register fingers snapping front of his face, and Levi tried and failed to focus on the man in front of him.

"You with us, kid?"

Hands planted on either side of his head, tipping his face up and forcing him to look into the eyes of the second man.

"Eh, maybe we left him in there for a little too long, Diego. He's awfully hot."

Diego snickered. The second man rolled his eyes.

"He's drenched in sweat, dumbass. Get a fan in there- I don't want either of their brains cooked too soon."

"Alright, alright. I'll get it done, Otis," Diego smiled.

"Good," Otis snorted. "In the meantime, let's get our new boy settled, hmm?"

Levi yelped as his head was playfully shaken.

"I want to get some ideas for the stream tomorrow, and he needs to spend the night away from his little friend. I don't want Zach giving away any surprises."

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Wow, you guys are absolutely the best! Thank you so much for encouraging me as I build up steam with this series. I really appreciate you all!

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist, and my messages are always open :)

Happy whumping!

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LOVE LOVE LOVING YOUR STORY SO MUCH!! i needed a new whump series and i stumbled here and it’s literally exactly what i was looking for—so good and can’t wait for more!! would love to be added to the taglist :)

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the series so far. It's taken me foreverrrr to actually get this out there, so the feedback is really encouraging :)

I'm taking a little bit of a break while I finish up my summer class, but there will be more chapters soon!

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Whump fact: It’s hard to scream after being stabbed in the torso. Especially immediately. Most people just grunt, hiss, or go silent if it’s a bad one. Sieze up as their bodies process the pain and damage. Big inhales are BAD.

Have you ever had an abdominal surgery? Do you feel like inhaling deeply with those stitches? Then you definitely don’t want to when there’s a blade actively inside you.

Instinct is not foolproof aha some people may cry out (especially if it’s strained and short), but the vast majority of people will be nearly silent.

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Chapter 2

"One fish, two fish"

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tw: captive whumpee, human trafficking, creepy/intimate whumper, adult whumpee referred to as "boy" and "kid," noncon drugging

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1:00 am

Diego handed the last instrument back to Otis with a smirk. Zach had mostly gone quiet, his strength fading after two hours at the mercy of his "viewers."

"As always, thank you for participating in the show..." Christopher tuned Diego out as he wrapped up the stream.

He watched Zach in the background, the boy's chest heaving. His head was turned, facing away from the camera, but Christopher still caught the little hitches in his breath, the slight tremble. There was a trickle of blood running down the back of his neck, trailing from where Zach's cheek was split.

Otis had thrown a pretty nasty punch after the gag came loose, and Zach let out a furious spew of profanity. It was cute, really. Christopher always liked when they were a little defiant in the beginning, but all the same, a lesson had to be taught.

He stared at the bound figure, feeling a fresh wave of pleasure. Watching Zach's attempts to fight, hearing the anger and the desperation, it was great. But there was something unique about seeing him worn out.

He looked languished, exhausted. Christopher wished he could see Zach's eyes right now, and he longed to reach out and turn the boy's head. He leaned forward, bringing his eyes closer to the image.

He'd place his hand on Zach's chest, letting it graze back and forth. Then he'd dig his nails in, watching the shock in Zach's eyes as he clawed into the skin, wringing fresh new sounds out of him. Christopher's hands would curl into his hair, pulling Zach's head back and exposing the white skin of his neck. He'd wipe away Zach's tears, all the while making him scream, watching new tears take their place. His tongue would lap up the stream of blood, planting kisses in a trail up to Zach's cheek...

"We'll be back tomorrow night to introduce another guest. You heard that right, we've got two lovely new toys..."

"What?" Christopher's voice echoed sharply in the empty office.

Diego kept up the showmanship as he chattered, but there was an edge to his voice, something uneasy. Otis shook his head in the background, muttering something under his breath as he wiped off the tools, laying them carefully back in their places on the cart.

Dread pooled in Christopher's stomach, his daydream fading.

.....

The stream blinked off as Diego finally finished prattling. Christopher thought he felt himself shaking slightly, filled with a noxious blend of fear and anger.

What the fuck was Diego thinking? That he could just nab people off the street? These things took caution, planning. And they didn't tend to go well if you just threw a wrench in the gears like that. "Especially not this time," Christopher muttered.

He angrily cast around for his work phone, swearing under his breath. It had been hard enough to get his one little fish reeled in. He couldn't afford to keep two on the line.

He fumed as he dialed, then checked it, forcing himself to take deep breaths. Keep it professional, he repeated. He was playing a risky game and he couldn't let Diego catch on, so he was going to have to calm down. Think.

The phone kept ringing. He reached over and started to pull together his scattered papers, sharply rapping them on the desk to get their edges in line.

Diego picked up. "Uh, hello? Hang on a sec. Otis and I are just getting the kid to sleep."

Christopher could hear shuffling in the background. There was a sound like muffled blows, then a brief cry. Silence.

"Whew, okay. Yeah, what's up?"

Diego sounded overly casual. Christopher rolled his eyes. Act natural, he thought mockingly.

"You grabbed two? Care to explain what that's about?"

There was a pause. Christopher rapped his fingers on the desk, waiting.

"Ooh boy..." Diego exhaled. "You see, Chris, things didn't exactly go according to plan."

Christopher cringed at the nickname. He kept telling Diego not to shorten it.

"I gathered," he clipped.

Diego sounded shaky. "Look we followed the plan, but it all happened so fast. Things were moving, and we had to get out of there."

Christopher sighed. That was not specific, nor helpful. He carefully measured his voice.

"Was it random, or do we have two connected missing persons?"

Diego made a sound in the back of his throat. "Uh, they're- yeah. They're connected."

Shit. Christopher pinched the bridge of his nose. That was so much worse. The disappearance of a random bystander could be explained away. Law enforcement wouldn't necessarily even connect them. But somebody Zach knew personally? This was deep water.

"Okay." His voice was strained. "Walk me through this. I want to know everything that happened last night."

Diego sighed. "We pulled up to the vic's work in that junk van you got us, and we parked in front of his car to block the view from the cameras."

"Good. You wiped down the interior?"

"I am not an amateur," Diego scoffed.

"You've really got me questioning that right now, Diego." Christopher's voice dripped with condescension.

No, reel it back in. Don't give yourself away.

"Keep going," he said evenly.

"The vic was closing the store, by himself, just like you said. The parking lot was empty," Diego stopped. Christopher narrowed his eyes, noting the pause.

"We both exited the left side of the van, which was the side blocked from the camera. Then we got into the vic's car and put up the window tints."

So far so good. The only cameras were those on the front of the store, and the tints would keep Zach from seeing into the back of the car as he approached. The van was garbage and not traceable back to anybody. It would stay right where they left it.

"We double checked the tranq and the backup, and we waited for the vic to get into the car."

Diego stopped, and Christopher waited a few seconds. The man did not continue.

"...And? Then what?"

Diego hesitated.

"Two people got into the car."

That was... not good. Christopher leaned back in his chair. "You checked that the parking lot was empty?"

"Yeah," Diego breathed heavily. "Apparently, in the two minutes we were waiting in the car, the vic's roommate came over to hang out while he closed. They were going to drive over to the bar together."

Diego waited a moment for Christopher to respond. He didn't.

"So," Diego continued, "We used both tranqs, pulled them to the back, and got the hell out of there."

As much as Christopher didn't want to tell Diego he was right, they'd made the best play. Shooting the other passenger would have been too conspicuous, and trying to kick him out of the car without letting Zach escape would have been too much of a risk. Plus, they couldn't let him go now that he'd seen them. Taking him with them was the most discreet, effective option.

"Yeah... yeah. Okay," Christopher responded, trying to think. "So does this kid still have a car in that parking lot?"

"Yes."

Christopher swore again. The whole point of taking Zach's car was so that the police couldn't nail down where he'd last been. So much for that part of the plan.

Diego started rambling. "Look, I know the investigation is going to be intense..."

No shit. Law enforcement would already be on top of their game with two connected disappearances, but that didn't even begin to cover what Christopher was worried about. Now, with not one, but two panicked families driving the investigation forward...

Diego kept going.

"Does this really change anything about how we handle this? We can keep them both here in the bunker until the investigation blows over. That's our normal procedure. Twice the cargo means twice the profit, and we can increase the frequency of the streams to pay the expense of keeping them longer. You can use that time to settle things with the buyer."

He'd clearly thought this through. Christopher had to give him props for considering the cost of keeping them in the bunker, which would have been his next argument.

"I can't do that, Diego. Zach's buyer is already lined up, and he's not interested in taking another."

Diego pushed further. "Well how do you know? I mean-"

Christopher cut him off. "Trust me, I know the guy." He ground his teeth together, looking at his reflection in the dark screen of his laptop.

Diego was flustered now. "Alright, so find us another!"

Christopher snapped, "How about you find us another? Clean up your own damn mess."

"That's not how this works," Diego sounded angry. "Otis and I bring in the targets, you work with the buyers. That's the deal. You play the middle man and keep everybody's asses covered."

Chris collected himself, trying to bring down his temper. It really wasn't Diego's fault- nobody could have controlled for this. Besides, he wouldn't want Diego trying to line up a buyer anyways. The man was a great showman, but he didn't have the head for business.

Both men kept silent, stilled by the tension. Diego tried to offer solace.

"You said Zach was estranged, right? Do we know anything about his roommate, is there a family? I mean, there's always a chance they won't get too involved. Some families just want to step back and let the police handle it."

Christopher grimaced. He had vastly exaggerated Zach's isolation when he proposed the boy as a target. Diego and Otis would never had signed up for this one if they knew the truth of the... situation.

As for the roommate, Christopher couldn't say. He hadn't learned much about the other boy during his preparation, he just made sure his routine didn't overlap too much with Zach's to cause a problem.

Clearly, it was more of a problem than he'd thought.

"I don't know enough to say. We can hope they don't come down swinging, but we should brace ourselves for the worst of it."

"Okay." Diego sighed. "We'll take care of things over here like it's business as usual. I'll get the kid ready for the stream tomorrow."

"Good," Christopher said. "And I'll try to get eyes on where the investigation is at. That might give us an idea of how long we'll have to ride this out."

He paused. "Well, what's this other kid's name, at least?"

Diego laughed. "It's Levi. You should get on the stream tomorrow. Honestly, I think you'll like him."

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Chapter 1

"Regularly Scheduled Programming"

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tw: captive whumpee, restraints, torture on livestream, human trafficking, adult whumpee referred to as "boy" and "kid, partial nudity (nonsexual)

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Finally, after tucking in his daughter Lily and kissing her goodnight, Christopher made it back downstairs. He shut the door to the office quietly behind him, careful not to disturb anyone upstairs.

11 on the dot. It was 10:59 now.

Urgently, he strode over to the huge oak desk across the room, swiping aside a stack of files and unburying the laptop beneath. He flipped it open and stared at the blank screen, hardly daring to breath. There was nothing yet.

Christopher let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. Pull it together. He walked away, putting his hands in his hair with a sigh.

"Christopher, keep it professional," he muttered to himself. Everybody knew what they were doing, and everything was going to be okay. He noted his own stress with exasperation, knowing he should be more composed than this. He'd been doing this job for a long time.

But Zach is different, his mind whispered. He'd knew he'd gone well beyond the limits. Things were messy this time.

Christopher paced back over to stare at the time on the laptop, watching the 9 flip to 0. It was 11:00, and... nothing. Where the fuck were they? His stomach twisted uneasily.

It was so frustrating not to be there- to know that somebody else had their hands on the prize, and there was nothing he could do but wait.

Three more minutes passed, and uneasiness turned to anxiety. What if the capture had gone south...

The stream blinked on. Christopher exhaled, hanging his head with relief, and lowered himself down to sit, examining the screen.

The image before him was heavenly. Well, for him anyways, not so much for the boy bound up tightly on screen. Nerves turned to butterflies in Christopher's stomach, and he leaned forward eagerly.

"Goooood evening ladies and gents!"

A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into frame, snapping on black latex gloves. He tilted the camera up, pulling the view away from the boy and upward to show his face. He wore a black bandana covering everything up to the bridge of his nose, and his dark eyes peered down mischievously at the camera, directly addressing his audience.

"Sorry for the little delay. You just know how we love keeping you all on the edge of your seats," he chuckled.

Christopher rolled his eyes. "Typical Diego," he murmured.

"As you know, we recently said goodbye to our precious Nicky, who- I can assure you- went to a very loving home..." Diego winked.

Christopher nodded. He'd made a fat stack of cash off Nicky. The kid had been an easy target and very popular with potential buyers. It wasn't difficult to find someone willing to double his last commission.

Diego reached for the camera and tilted it back down to poor Zach. "So now we've brought you something fresh," he grinned.

"This is our lovely guest, Zach. Now, Zach and I had a little fun in the car on the way here, and let me tell you, he's a lively one!"

Diego moved to stand at the end of the table, looking down at the boy with a predatory grin. He reached down and stroked Zach's hair, gently sweeping it to the side and then tracing the shape of his ear. Zach squirmed and groaned, trying to hunch his shoulders up and wiggle away from the touch.

Christopher burned with jealousy. He caught himself and shoved it down. He couldn't get possessive, not yet. As far as his colleagues knew, this was just another business deal. He would have to wait.

"Otis, why don't you show our viewers what the options are for tonight?"

A second man, short and stocky compared to the first, rolled a metal cart into view. Both levels of the cart were stacked thickly with various implements. Otis carefully picked out a handful of tools and laid them on the table by Zach's feet. Once they were arranged, he dramatically swept his hand toward the camera, presenting his selection.

"Ta-da!"

Diego stepped over to the foot of the table. "Let's see, what do we have here, folks?"

He gingerly picked up each instrument and showed them off to the camera, one by one. While he was busy, Otis stepped forward.

"For those of you who are new to the show, the rules work like this: Your money decides the order of events. If there's a particular instrument that strikes your fancy, vote for it when the bidding starts. The highest bidder determines what punishment we'll inflict on our lovely guest."

Otis grinned and put his hand out ominously, letting it rest on Zach's leg. The gesture was met with a fresh round of kicking and squirming. Zach shouted muffled protests. Heat rose to Christopher's cheeks, and he leaned even further toward the screen, trying to get a closer look.

"Each round lasts for 5 minutes before the bidding starts again. Between rounds, we'll add something new to Zach's condition. So if you want his shirt off, let us know. If you want a blindfold..."

Christopher listened to the pitch. He'd heard it a thousand times, and he was getting impatient. He watched intently as Diego teasingly picked up the riding crop and drug it back and forth across Zach's foot.

"Starting at 300! Can I get $325?! Three hundred twenty-" Otis launched into an auctioneer's rattle, raising his voice above Zach's desperate cries.

He watched the number on screen climb rapidly. The vultures were circling now.

"SOLD for tweeelllllve-hunnndred dollars!" Otis cried. "Good Lordy folks, wait to give the kid a warm welcome."

"So, according to our winner, let's see here... we're starting off with the spark rod today!"

Christopher groaned with pleasure. It hadn't been his first choice, but it was a good one.

Zach yipped as Diego went straight to work, jabbing the wand at the soles of his feet, a bright spark arching to meet the skin. Zach shrieked and jerked in his restraints as the shocks continued.

After a minute, Diego reached for the boy's midriff, letting his fingertips linger on Zach's waist band. He was throwing blood in the water, Christopher knew.

Zach whimpered as Diego lifted his shirt, exposing his naval. The rod went down on bare skin, and Christopher shivered as Zach's back arched off the table, caught between the straps across his hips and sternum.

Diego spent most of the first round torturing the boy's stomach, slowly moving up toward his ribs. Zach was shaking visibly now, his cries coming harder and faster as the man picked up speed. When Otis announced a one minute warning, Diego moved up to Zach's throat. Zach screamed in earnest now, and Christopher watched as he seized, hands clenching into fists and toes curling.

Otis yelled "Time's up!" just as Diego landed a particularly vicious jab under the boy's chin.

Diego stepped back. Zach lay still except for the trembling in his hands, panting just loud enough for the mic to hear.

"What does the chat say we add to the scene, hmmm?"

Christopher didn't fail to notice that Diego had left the boy's shirt pulled up, exposing a strip of his stomach to the camera. It was almost funny how easily the crowd could be played, nudged toward exactly what the pair wanted.

"What're the people saying, Otis?"

"Well, it seems to me like they want to see some skin."

Diego laughed. "And who am I to deny them?"

Christopher watched with a fresh twinge of jealousy as Zach's shirt was cut off. He put up a valiant struggle, not that he could accomplish anything with his limbs strapped down. Even with the stream quality and harsh lighting, Christopher could see how flushed Zach was. His cheeks reddened, brow furrowing as his shirt was torn away.

Zach braced himself, shutting his eyes tightly as Diego smacked the exposed skin.

"There you are, folks," he looked over at his partner, clearly smug. "What do you say, is it time for Round 2?"

"Right you are my friend. This round starting at $400! Do I see $425?! Four-hundred twenty five twenty five twenty five-"

Christopher settled in, feeling more than ready for a long night.

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Hi guys :)

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This is just a li'l masterpost 👉👈

My name is Petra! I've been into this "whump" fuckery since 2022, but I decided to start a new blog for my series. I used to just do whump prompts and concepts, but I'm falling in love with writing longer fics and care a lot about honing my skills as a writer.

Seriously, I love interacting with my followers. So if you're new here, send me a message and I would be happy to chat! I'm actively hoping to make online friends in the whump and writing communities. Plus if you want a beta reader for your own writing, hit me up.

Anyways, rambling aside, here you go:

Little Casualties

Prologue

1.Regularly Scheduled Programming

2.One fish, two fish

Claustrophobia

3.A Game, Pt. 1

More to come soon. Have a great day lovelies ☺️

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You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you, right? The fact that I'm saying this with a knife against your throat doesn't change the fact that I'd do anything to keep you safe.

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Prologue

tw: kidnapping, noncon drugging, calling adult whumpee "boy" and "kid," restraints

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Florescent lights flickered overhead as Zach was dragged on his knees down the long hallway.

His view tilted wildly, heavy footsteps echoing around him.

Zach looked down, watching as he was dragged up a short flight of concrete stairs. He grunted, anticipating pain as his knees thudded against each step.

That should've hurt...

His head bounced, lolling. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the gray walls of a narrow hallway whizzing past him. It felt too fast, the speed unsettling him. He tried to kick his feet out, dig them into the ground so he could slow himself.

Nothing happened. Vaguely, he thought he felt himself drooling.

Zach was yanked around a sharp corner, ankles whacking into a doorframe on the way in.

"Whoops- sorry kid," a voice flickered through the fog.

"Pffh," someone scoffed. "Not like it hurt him anyways."

"Eh, still," the first voice responded.

Zach murmured softly, unable to lift his head.

He was hoisted up, then dropped onto a big metal table. Zach heard the thud as his body hit the surface, the sound reverberating in his head.

Cruel laughter burst out.

"I don't remember breaking his legs like that!"

"I think he would have to have bones for them to be broken."

More chuckles. "Okay jello boy, let's get you sorted here."

Zach was dimly aware of his limbs being picked up and untangled. He felt breathless as he lay on his back, unable to connect with his body enough to take deep breaths. His murky view of the ceiling shifted as his body slid forward, being pulled by his jaw toward the edge of the table.

Zach heard the snap of what sounded like a belt. Soon enough, a blurry figure leaned into view, stretching a thick strap across his body and pulling tight. Zach's memory stirred. His heart beat faster and his head started to throb, something urgent pushing its way into his chest.

He gurgled, trying futilely to lift his hands and pull at the leather. Zach felt cold breathlessness pressing in on him as more straps snaked around his ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and sternum.

His insides squirmed as more hands appeared above his face, descending to hold his jaw firmly. The last strap was laid across Zach's throat and tugged into place.

Fear trickled in, settling heavy in his stomach. Zach squinted, knowing what was coming, but not remembering fully. His skin crawled miserably as he lay bound and unable to move.

"Alright, are we all clear?"

"All clear. The stimulant is ready when you are."

"I'm ready."

Zach lay trapped, unable to even flinch as the syringe descended to the side of his neck.

"And... done."

A hollow sound clattered across the floor, as if the syringe had been flicked away carelessly.

"Shit, wait wait wait-"

"Uh, it's a little late."

"Last part, here."

A hand roughly seized his chin, forcing his mouth open and stuffing a knotted rag inside. His head was lifted so the cloth could be tied behind his head. Zach winced as it was dropped back onto the table, none too gently.

Zach's breath picked up, nausea surging through him as the drugs ran their course. Familiar thoughts were washed clean of the sedative, and Zach's dread grew heavier.

"Okay, is everything set now? It's 11 on the dot."

A low chuckle made Zach's blood run cold. His body tensed.

"Let's not keep the people waiting."

"Cameras in five, four, three..."

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