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Worthless - Part 25

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Content: self-hatred, self-deprecation, degrading/dehumanizing speech, reference to past noncon, harsh language

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Lyra and Karine leaned over Yvonne’s shoulders as the researcher’s fingers flew over the keys of her computer. Yvonne tensed with each breath that passed over the back of her neck, but her focus remained fixed on her monitors. “You know, this would be a lot easier if the two of you would give me some space to work.” Both Lyra and Karine took a step back as Yvonne let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe I let you drag me into this.”

“This is important, Yvonne,” Karine assured her. “If anyone can find the location that Christian’s friend gave me, you can.”

Yvonne muttered under her breath, “If it’s even a real location.” Yvonne adjusted her glasses and continued typing. “If this is so important, then why can’t we tell the boys?” she asked.

“Because Elliot would have a panic attack and Landon would want to rush in, guns blazing, whether it turned out Christian was there or not,” Lyra said.

“What about Broderick?”

Karine sighed. “You know Broderick can’t keep secrets. He’d immediately tell Elliot and Landon, and we just can’t risk them finding out.”

“I thought we agreed not to keep any more secrets from each other,” Yvonne reminded them. “Especially after the incident with Christian’s message.” Both Karine and Lyra were silent. Yvonne shook her head. “We’re supposed to be a team, guys. We all want what’s best for Elliot but keeping more secrets from him is just going to drive him away.”

“We don’t have a choice,” Karine said.

“Yes, we do,” Yvonne countered, spinning around in her chair to meet both pairs of eyes. “Elliot already feels like an outsider. I know you’re just trying to protect him, but he doesn’t. He’ll see it as you not trusting him.”

“How do you know how he’ll see it?” Karine asked. Yvonne was silent, her full lips forming a tight line. “We’ve all got secrets, Yvonne. Even you.”

Yvonne’s eyes widened slightly before she steeled her expression again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.

Karine crossed her arms firmly over her chest. Lyra’s gaze flicked between her two friends repeatedly. “You can tell us when you’re ready, Yve, but don’t act oblivious. All of us have secrets.” Karine’s gaze flew to Lyra. “Right, Lye?”

Lyra shot a glare in Karine’s direction.

Yvonne ignored the obvious implication. Instead, she grounded her jaw and crossed her arms firmly over her chest. “If you want me involved in this, you’ll let me tell the boys,” she said. Karine opened her mouth to respond, but Yvonne interrupted before she had the chance. “You’re right, Karine. We all have secrets, and I don’t know about yours, but mine don’t involve the safety of anyone else on this team. But this directly affects Elliot. Hell, it directly affects all of us. It’s not fair to keep them in the dark. If we were to go to this location to find Christian, would you just leave Elliot here, alone and vulnerable? What would you tell him we’re doing? Or would you rather bring him along and potentially expose him to Christian again? And god forbid something goes wrong and something happens to one of us, what then? Have either of you actually thought this through?”

Karine and Lyra were silent, but they shared a guilty expression between the two of them.

Yvonne sighed. “Look, I understand where you’re coming from, but you asked for my help, and these are my conditions. Either I help you and tell the boys or I tell them anyway and let you guys figure it out on your own.”

“Yvonne, that’s not fair,” Lyra said.

“No. The only thing that’s not fair is the fact that Elliot is continuously being lied to by the people that care about him most in the world.”

Karine sucked in a deep breath to compose herself. “Fine, Yvonne. You win. You’re right. We’ll tell the boys, but can’t it wait until after you actually find Christian?”

Yvonne smirked. “I already have.” The researcher spun back around to face her monitors, pulling up a map and zooming into a spot marked with a red location pin.

Lyra and Karine rushed to her side, once again peering over her shoulder. “How?” Karine asked, fascinated as she examined the street-view of the location. “Cooper didn’t give me an address. How’d you narrow it down to this specific building?”

“How long have we been working together, Karine?” Yvonne asked rhetorically. “It pains me that you still doubt my abilities.”

“And you’re one hundred percent sure that this is the right location?” Lyra questioned.

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “Yes, Lyra,” she said. “I am. Would you like to spend hours double checking my work or can you find it within you to take my word for it?” Lyra didn’t answer.

The sound of the front door opening and closing tore the three women’s attention away from the glowing monitor. “I guess Elliot and Colleen are back,” Yvonne mumbled. “When would you like to—” Before Yvonne could finish her question, Lyra was already rushing out the door with Karine quickly following behind her.

Yvonne sighed, deciding she might as well follow them, as she saved the pin and shut off her monitor.

…

“Are you okay, sunshine?” Lyra questioned. “Are you hurt? Did anything happen?”

Elliot merely stared at them, overwhelmed by all of their incessant questions. Once they’d heard about Colleen’s plan to help Elliot get out of the house, Lyra had immediately denounced the idea.

“What if something happens?” Lyra had asked. “What if you come across another one of Christian’s friends? Or worse? You don’t even know what Christian looks like, so what are you gonna do if he ambushes you, Colleen?”

It wasn’t until Elliot himself had assured them that this was something he also wanted that Lyra eventually backed off. Still, it was clear that their anxiety had been eating away at them.

“I-I’m fine,” Elliot assured them, training his eyes on the ground. “N-Nothing h-happened. We-We just w-went to the m-mall. It was n-nice.” Elliot’s face flushed beneath Lyra’s scrutinizing gaze. As grateful as he was for her concern, having every one of his moves constantly monitored felt horribly familiar.

“Don’t smother him, Lyra,” Karine said, gently pulling the caretaker away so as to allow Elliot and Colleen to actually enter the safehouse.

Lyra sighed as she watched the two make their way into the living room. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve just been so worried. But everything went okay?”

Elliot nodded as Colleen flashed a bright smile. “Yep!” she exclaimed, holding up the paper gift bag on her arm. “Elliot found this little boutique he really liked and we even found him a dress.”

Elliot blushed, hunching his shoulders and avoiding the looks he knew were on everyone’s faces.

“A dress?” Lyra repeated.

Elliot bit back a whimper and nodded. “It-It’s n-not a big deal. I just s-saw it in the w-window and-and I thought it was p-pretty so I just—” Elliot paused as he glanced up at Lyra and caught sight of the tears steadily trickling down her face. His eyes widened. The other three women in the room looked equally confused by the caretaker’s reaction, but Elliot didn’t feel confused. All he could feel in that moment was panic and overwhelming regret. “I-I’m s-sorry,” he said. “We can r-return it. I-I didn’t r-realize…I’m so s-sorry, Lyra!”

You ugly, brainless rat! Look what you did! Did you honestly think that they’d be happy that you bought a dress? Who would want a freak like you as a little brother?!

Now it was Elliot’s turn to start crying. The voice in his head was right. Why did he think something like this would make his friends proud of him? All of those kids back at the children’s home were right. He was nothing but a freak and he always would be.

“Oh, Elliot,” Lyra said, kneeling down in front of him on the couch. “I’m so sorry. I’m not upset with you, I promise. I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”

“I’m s-such a f-freak,” he mumbled as he sobbed into his hands.

“No, you’re not,” Lyra said. They peered over Elliot’s shoulder at the three other women that watched with concern in their eyes. “Guys, would you mind giving us a minute?”

Karine looked as though she wanted to protest, but Yvonne interrupted, “Of course. Karine and I have something to talk to the boys about anyway. Don’t we, Kar?” She smirked at the obvious glare that the leader shot in her direction.

“That’s a conversation to be had with everyone,” Karine said softly. Yvonne ignored her and led both Karine and Colleen out of the living room, leaving Elliot and Lyra to themselves.

Lyra looked back at Elliot, who was still sobbing and had begun shaking a little as a result. Lyra gently pulled Elliot’s hands away from his face. “Sunshine, please look at me. I promise I’m not upset.” Elliot hesitantly lifted his eyes to meet his sister’s. Lyra smiled. “There’s my boy. Why did you think I’d be mad at you?”

Elliot shrugged, his gaze wavering again before Lyra gently squeezed his hands. He set his attention back on her. “I-I don’t know. I just d-didn’t expect you to start c-crying. I-I thought I might’ve d-disappointed you.”

“Oh, sunshine.” Lyra gave his hands another reassuring squeeze. “I wasn’t disappointed, I promise. Those were happy tears.”

Confusion flashed over Elliot’s face. “H-Happy tears?” Lyra nodded. “Wh-What is there to-to be h-happy about? If-If you d-don’t mind me a-asking.” Elliot hunched over a little with that last sentence.

Lyra’s heart broke with the way he shrank into himself. What happened to the loud, confident person that they had grown up with?

Christian fucking Whitlock happened.

Lyra took a deep breath, hoping he didn’t notice the flash of anger in her eyes at the thought of her brother’s abuser. “I was happy,” Lyra began, “because you haven’t worn a dress since before we kicked Christian off the team. This is incredible progress, Elliot. I am so proud of you.”

Lyra didn’t miss the small flinch that Elliot tried to suppress at the mere mention of Christian’s name, but the hope in the boy’s eyes made it worth it. “You’re-You’re p-proud of me?” he repeated.

Lyra nodded. “So proud. You’re making incredible progress in just the few weeks you’ve been back. There’s still a long way to go, but this is an incredible first step.”

Elliot blushed, tearing his eyes away from hers once more. “Would-Would you l-like to see it?” he mumbled.

“See what, sunshine?”

Elliot’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “My-My dress?”

Lyra's heart swelled. “I'd love to!” she exclaimed. Elliot’s cheeks warmed at the sight of the proud smile she wore on her face. “Would you feel comfortable showing the whole team?”

Elliot’s gaze wavered. “Um…I-I guess, if-if they want me to.”

Lyra’s smile grew. “I’m so proud of you, sunshine!” they said as they gathered him in their tight embrace. Elliot flinched a little at the sudden oncoming attack, but he didn’t resist. They released him a second later and instructed him to get changed while they called everyone back.

As Elliot stood anxiously in his room, gathering the courage to show off his dress, a familiar voice haunted his thoughts.

Prepare to be laughed at, mutt. Although, you should be used to that by now. Ugly freak.

Elliot sucked in several long deep breaths to silence the hateful voice inside of him.

I can do this.

WIth the miniscule amount of confidence those words instilled in him, Elliot opened his door with shaking hands and awkwardly plodded into the living room. All eyes immediately landed on him and he turned his head downward to hide the growing redness of his cheeks.

“Aw, sweetheart, you look adorable!” Yvonne’s voice exclaimed. Elliot hunched his shoulders a little.

“She’s right, sunshine. You look incredible!” Lyra agreed. He glanced up for a moment as echoes of similar reactions followed one after the other.

“Think I could pull off a dress like that, El?” Landon asked.

Colleen cackled. “Please. You’d tear through it instantly, you gorilla!” she mocked.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Colleen!”

“She’s not wrong, Landon,” Broderick chimed in. “Elliot is way prettier than you.” Elliot wondered if it were possible for his face to get any redder.

“Oh come on. I’m a pretty guy, right, Elliot?”

A tiny squeak escaped Elliot’s throat. “P-Please, don’t-don’t include me in-in this.”

As the group continued to playfully tease the gunslinger, Lyra waved Elliot over and patted the couch cushion to her left. She wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders as he came to rest directly beside her.

“Do-Do you r-really like it?” Elliot questioned, eyes shimmering with something almost akin to hope.

Lyra grinned softly. “I love it, Elliot. You look beautiful.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Elliot’s mouth. He laid his head on her shoulder and snuggled as close to her as he could get. “Th-Thank you, Lyra.”

…

Christian hummed as he scrolled through photo after photo and video after video of his missing pet. As much as the man hated to admit it, he missed the stupid thing. As clumsy, incompetent, and worthless as the little mutt was, Christian thoroughly enjoyed its tears and the way its underfed body squirmed as it made those pathetic noises that Christian loved so much. He wasn’t worried, though. It had only been a month since his property had been stolen, but he fully intended to get it back.

The sound of his phone ringing interrupted Christian’s deep thought. As the man peered at the name flashing across the screen, he scoffed and set it to speaker while he continued scrolling. “Talk to me,” was all he said in greeting.

“You were right,” the caller said.

Christian scoffed again. “I often am, Cooper. You’ll have to be more specific.”

Cooper sighed on the other side of the phone. “The boy was right where you said he’d be. I found him walking down the street in his pajamas. He looked so cute and lost.”

Christian chuckled. “Does that mean you have something for me?”

“No,” Cooper responded. “Unfortunately, his friends interrupted before I could get anything done. I didn’t even have the chance to fuck his mouth before they showed up.” He sighed again. “So disappointing. Sorry, Chris.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. I knew this was a possibility. That’s why I told you to give them the location. Which you did give them, right?” Christian’s voice was low with warning.

“I did,” Cooper responded. “But why did you want me to give them my real name? What if they actually report me?”

Another low chuckle echoed from Christian’s throat. “Don’t worry, my friend. They won’t. I know these people better than they know themselves. They’ve completely forgotten about you, I guarantee it. All they care about is the possibility of finding me and finally getting justice for their little pet.”

“Why are you doing this, Chris?” Cooper asked. “I mean, why are you doing it this way? You know where the little mutt is. Just break into his room and grab him, like you did last time.”

Christian shook his head, even though he knew his friend couldn’t see him. “I thought I told you not to ask questions, Cooper. You never asked where I got the little whore, but you fucked it anyway. Why do you care why I do what I do now? Hm?”

“It was just a question, Christian. Fuck.”

Christian took a long sip of his bourbon as he stared at the dog collar sitting uselessly on the end table beside him. Christian sighed. “Relax, Ryan. I’m messing with you. To answer your question, it’s more fun this way.” Christian set down his glass and picked up the collar. “Just imagine how thrilled they are right now. They think they’re one step ahead of me. They think they’re so close to their own little version of justice. Just imagine the looks on their faces when I take their precious little pet away from them again while they watch helplessly.” Christian sighed. “It’ll just be delicious.”

Cooper made an over exaggerated gagging sound over the phone. “Whatever gets you off, man. Just make sure this plan of yours actually works out. They’ve seen my face now and I’m not willing to go down with you if something goes wrong.”

Christian rolled his eyes and set the collar back in its place. “Don’t worry, my friend.” A wide, sadistic smile grew across his face as he peered at a particular photo on his phone. The picture displayed his little pet staring at an emerald green dress in a store window. “That little mutt is exactly where I want it.”

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DUN DUN DUN!!!

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Worthless - Part 24

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Content: self-hatred, reference to past noncon, reference to past torture, reference to past dehumanization, harsh language, cross dressing (< not sure if this counts as a content warning but Elliot wears a dress in this one so if that makes you uncomfortable, you might wanna skip this chapter)

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Elliot very quickly regretted his decision to go shopping with Colleen, as his last time leaving the safehouse was less than ideal for everyone involved. As he stared at his reflection, numerous worse-case scenarios whirled through his mind. What if he came across another one of Christian’s friends? Or worse, Christian himself? What if by doing this, Elliot was creating the perfect opportunity for Christian to take him again? What if he was putting Colleen in danger by just being around her?

A sharp knock at his bedroom door pulled him out of his spiral. It took him a few moments to process the sound before he could bring himself to open it. Colleen stood on the other side, towering over him. Her golden hair was draped over her shoulder in a thick braid, and she wore a bright smile on her face.

“Morning, hon,” she greeted warmly.

Elliot had hoped seeing her would calm some of his anxiety, but it didn’t. “Good m-morning,” he responded, struggling to keep eye contact with her.

“I just wanted to pop in and see if you were still feeling up to going out later. No worries if you’re not. I’d completely understand.”

“You-You would?” Elliot asked, hoping his shock wasn’t displayed so clearly on his face.

Colleen nodded, offering a gentle smile. “Landon told me you’ve only been back for a few weeks. So, if you’re not ready, I get it. I can always come back to visit after you’ve recovered some more.”

Elliot took a moment to consider her offer.

You’re not even going to try? What a weak, pathetic little bitch. No wonder you’re so easy to take advantage of. I bet you’d just roll over and take anything given to you like a good little dog.

Hearing Christian’s voice in his head usually invoked a feeling of insecurity or self-hatred in Elliot. This time, the feeling was different. Elliot was immersed with the overwhelming urge to prove the hateful voice wrong. Despite his incredibly low self-esteem, his friends constantly told him how far he’d come in the few weeks since his rescue. He desperately wanted to believe them.

“That-That’s okay,” he finally said. “I s-still want to go. I just c-can’t figure out what to w-wear.”

Colleen’s gentle smile grew into a large, elated grin. “That’s okay. Take your time, hon. We’re not in any hurry. Just come get me when you’re ready.”

Elliot nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” As she softly closed the door behind her, Elliot’s gaze returned to his reflection.

***

The ride to the mall was awkward, to say the least. As heavy silence settled upon the car, Elliot’s thoughts drifted into his past. He used to find silence unbearable. Captivity had changed many things about him, but that was one aspect of his personality that remained constant. Before, however, Elliot was able to fill any silence with words, passionate conversations about any topic that came to mind. Lyra had even turned his nonstop talking into a game once. But things were different now. The words that once came so easily to him no longer made it past his lips. With each thought his mind could conjure, his voice died in his throat.

“You okay, hon?” Colleen asked. Still trapped within the confines of his own mind, Elliot looked over at her, his awareness not yet fully returning. “You look like you’re lost in thought. Anything you wanna talk about?”

Elliot was silent for a few moments, his voice refusing to cooperate. When he finally spoke, his voice was small and quivering. “N-No, ma’am. I-I just d-don’t like s-silence.”

“Oh I’m sorry, honey. Why didn’t you say something? I could’ve turned the radio on.”

Elliot barely suppressed a flinch. “S-Sorry,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay, sweetie. Look, we’re here anyway. No more silence, right?” Colleen parked the car and grabbed her purse while Elliot remained seated completely still in the passenger’s seat. “Elliot?”

Finally breaking out of his internal spiral, Elliot scrambled to unbuckle his seat belt and exit the car.

“Hey, hey, wait just a second,” Colleen softly urged him with a hand on his forearm. Elliot paused, staring at her with wide, confused eyes. “Are you absolutely sure you’re okay with this? ‘Cause we can turn around and go right back home if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Elliot shook his head, though his gaze wavered. “I-I can do this.”

Colleen didn’t look convinced, but she nodded anyway. “Okay. Well, the second you want to go, we’ll go. Okay?” Elliot nodded.

As the two exited the car, Elliot felt a whirlwind of emotions. Mostly fear, anxiety, nervousness, and dread. But buried beneath all of those was the smallest inkling of pride.

The mall wasn’t as crowded as Elliot had expected, which offered him a small hint of relief. Still, he couldn’t help but study the faces of each passerby, just to be sure.

“So, where would you like to start?” Colleen asked. “I’m not familiar with this place, so you’ll have to lead me around. Is that okay?...Elliot?” Colleen looked down at the boy by her side, only to find him gone. Panic settled into the pit of her stomach until she glanced behind her and found him standing in front of a clothing store, eyes trained on a particular item displayed in the window. Colleen sighed an enormous breath of relief and joined him in front of the window. “Honey, you nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought I lost you.”

“S-Sorry,” Elliot mumbled, never taking his eyes off the window.

Colleen followed his gaze to a mannequin wearing a long-sleeved, emerald green dress and a large black belt around its waist. A small smile tugged at the corner of Colleen’s lips. “Wanna try it on?” She asked.

Elliot’s gaze suddenly met hers, his eyes growing wide with fear. “Wh-What? N-No, I-I’m s-sorry. I just g-got distracted. I-I didn’t—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Easy,” she soothed. “I’m not judging you or anything. In fact, I think you’d look beautiful in it.”

Elliot’s face turned bright pink as he violently shook his head. “N-No, I-I wasn’t—I wasn’t—”

“Take a deep breath, hon. It’s all right, I promise.” Colleen guided him through his deep breaths until he was calm enough to speak. “That’s good,” she praised. “Now, do you want to go in?”

Embarrassed, Elliot turned his face toward the ground. He shook his head. “N-No, I-I can’t w-wear s-something like that.”

“Well, why not? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Elliot glanced back into the store, eyeing every woman that walked in and out. He wedged his lower lip between his teeth. “M-Master—Master a-always s-said I-I was a-asking for it when-when I dr-dressed like that,” he admitted.

Colleen’s heart broke at that. “Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t ask for it. No one asks for that. You were put through hell and nothing you could’ve done or worn would ever justify what that monster did to you.”

Elliot stared at his feet as he traced the lines on the tile with the tip of his shoe. “He-He wasn’t a-always a m-monster. S-Sometimes he was n-nice to me.”

“You mean sometimes he treated you like a person?”

Elliot hesitated before slowly shaking his head. “But-But sometimes he’d p-pet my head or-or call me p-pretty.”

Colleen sighed and kneeled down so her face was level with Elliot’s. “Honey, that’s not kindness. That’s manipulation.” Elliot’s expression twisted into that of confusion, so Colleen continued, “It’s easy to hate an abuser when they hurt you. It’s harder when they’re occasionally kind.”

Elliot was silent and Colleen glanced back at the knee-length dress the boy had been eyeing. “I won’t force you to try it on, but I do think you’d look beautiful in it.”

Elliot stared at the dress and released a heavy sigh. “Do you really think so?” Colleen nodded enthusiastically as she gently squeezed both of the boy’s hands. “I-I guess I could just tr-try it.”

Colleen smiled proudly. “Let’s go then. We can try some other stuff on too if you want,” she said as they entered the small boutique.

“You-You don’t think p-people would j-judge me?” He asked.

“For what?

Elliot’s face reddened. “For-For being a boy tr-trying on a dress.”

“Sweetheart, no one is gonna judge you. And if they do, I’ll be here to protect you. I promise.”

Despite the many things he wanted to say in response, Elliot kept his mouth shut.

He tried to ignore the looks the other patrons gave as he and Colleen maneuvered through the boutique. Elliot quietly followed behind the tall woman, keeping his head low so as not to draw attention to himself. He let Colleen find the dress he’d been eyeing and scan the sizes until she found one that would fit his emaciated frame.

Elliot thought Colleen said something to him as she placed the dress into his arms and lightly shoved him toward the dressing rooms, but he was too far buried beneath his own thoughts to process what it was. Entering the dressing room, Elliot struggled to avoid his own reflection in the floor-length mirror, but it was almost unavoidable. As he peeled off his oversized t-shirt, he caught a glimpse of his ribs trying to push through his skin and the bruises that littered his arms from when Christian’s friend had grabbed him and dragged him down the alley.

Elliot tore his gaze from his reflection, blinking back the tears welling in his eyes, and pulled the green dress over his head. He smoothed out the soft fabric and tightened the black belt so it snugly fit his slim waist. Already, he felt humiliated. Without even looking at himself, he knew he wasn’t pretty enough for a dress like this. Despite that, the second he put it on, Christian’s voice echoed through his head.

“That little slut was asking for it! With those cute little short skirts he wears? He was practically begging to get felt up!”

Tears dripped down his chin as he tightly gripped the hem of the dress. He sniffled, a quiet sob escaping his throat.

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SLUT!!”

Elliot flinched at the awful memory. It was all his fault. Everything that happened to him was his fault; that had been beaten into him time and time again. All because of the way he dressed.

Stupid slut, desperate whore, needy bitch, worthless fucktoy

There was a gentle knock on the dressing room door, quickly followed by Colleen’s soft voice. “Honey? Is everything okay?”

Elliot wanted to lie, to wipe his tears and tell her that everything was fine, but he couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come, no matter how hard he tried to push them out. “N-No,” he finally answered, his voice quivering.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Colleen said. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t—I can’t d-do this,” he sobbed, dropping onto the bench lining the wall of the dressing room. He buried his face in his hands.

“Honey, can I come in?” Sniffling, Elliot reached across the small space and flicked the flimsy lock off of the dressing room door. Colleen quickly entered and quietly shut the door behind her. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, gathering the crying boy in her arms as she sat beside him. Elliot sobbed into the older woman’s shoulder, his fists grasping her sleeves. “What happened?”

Elliot shook his head. “I can’t—I can’t d-do it.”

“Can’t do what, honey?”

“W-Wear this dress. I’m not p-pretty enough. I’m nothing but a s-slut.”

Colleen held him tighter. “Oh, Elliot, you are not a slut. I think you look beautiful.”

The younger man shook his head again. “You’re just s-saying that.”

“I promise I’m not.” Colleen gently released him from her hug and held him at arm’s length with her hands on his shoulders. “Elliot, you are a beautiful young man. What happened to you does not define who or what you are, nor does it mean you can’t wear something that makes you feel pretty.”

Elliot tried to wipe away his ever-flowing tears with the back of his hand. “But-But I don’t feel pretty.”

Colleen tilted her head slightly as she gently asked, “Did you actually look at yourself?” Elliot’s cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of pink as he turned his face away from Colleen’s scrutinizing gaze. That was all the response Colleen needed. She stood to her feet and gently tugged Elliot off of the bench as well. She guided him to stand directly in front of the mirror, rubbing his shoulders as she did. Elliot kept his head tilted toward the ground. “Honey, please just take a look,” Colleen gently coaxed.

She gave you a command, mutt. Only bad dogs ignore a command from a superior.

Elliot hesitantly lifted his gaze from the tiled floor and set it upon his reflection, his eyes widening as his mind processed what he was seeing. The deep green dress fit him well; the sleeves bunched up slightly around his wrists, the skirt flowing beautifully down to his knees. The black belt cinched his waist, but the wide skirt kept him from appearing too skinny. To Elliot’s genuine shock, Colleen was right.

“See?” Colleen said. “You’re beautiful.”

Elliot’s mind was struggling to make sense of what he was seeing.

Stop looking, you self-obsessed whore! Just because you look nice for once does not make you pretty!

But Elliot couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. Despite the hateful voice continuously trying to tear him down, Elliot couldn’t help but admit to himself that he liked how he looked. Even if this was only temporary, it was undeniable how he looked in that moment.

“I-I look p-pretty,” he mumbled to himself.

Colleen smiled proudly. “You are pretty. I’m so glad this dress is helping you see that, but it’s all you. The dress isn’t making you pretty. You already are.”

Elliot didn’t believe her. It was just the dress and he knew that, but he didn’t want this feeling to go away. It was so rare for Elliot to feel good about himself. He wasn’t ready to let it go. “Can-Can we get it?” he asked hesitantly.

Colleen squeezed both of his shoulders encouragingly. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you want to try anything else on before we do?”

Elliot finally tore his gaze from his reflection in order to look at the woman towering over him. “Can-Can I?”

“Of course!” Colleen exclaimed. “We can do anything you want. If you want to spend all day in this store, that’s what we’ll do. I just want you to be happy, hon.”

Elliot furrowed his brow. “Why-Why are you being s-so nice to me?”

“Because I care about you,” she admitted. “I know we don’t know each other very well, but I can tell that you’re a good person, Elliot. You didn’t deserve what happened to you, and if I can do something to bring a little joy into your life, then I’m happy to do it. You deserve to be happy.”

Elliot didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t remember the last time so many people cared so deeply about his happiness. It was a comforting but also deeply overwhelming feeling. He’d grown so used to relying on his own comfort and only seeing other people as potential abusers. The mix of emotions whirling inside of him was impossible to understand.

Elliot turned his face away from Colleen’s as his cheeks began to warm and turn an embarrassing shade of pink. She smiled at his rather obvious attempt to hide. “Would you like me to pick you out some more outfits to try on?” Elliot hesitated, still staring at his reflection, before giving a slight nod. “Okay, hon. I’ll be right back,” Colleen said as she slipped out of the dressing room with a smile on her face. Elliot was too preoccupied with his appearance to lock it behind her.

As selfish as it felt to admit it, he liked feeling pretty. It had been so long since he’d felt comfortable wearing feminine clothing and he had forgotten what it felt like. It used to make him feel confident and powerful, but ever since Christian had used it as an excuse for what he’d done, Elliot couldn’t bear to wear any of his old clothes. He wondered if any of them would even fit him anymore.

Elliot shook those thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to think about Christian or how much weight he’d lost in the sixteen months he’d been gone.

Elliot smoothed his hands over the soft material of his dress, gently swishing the wide skirt from side to side. Despite the angry voice shouting hurtful things inside his head, Elliot let himself indulge in his whole appearance; not just the dress. And as he met the deep blue eyes of his reflection, he did something that his friends would be sorry they missed.

He smiled.

-

Elliot is finally on a path to recovery!!

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Content: harsh language, degradation, dehumanization, abuse, enslavement, captivity, pet whumpee

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Elliot hated being alone. He hated it almost as much as he hated being around Christian. Although, at this point, it wasn’t hatred he felt towards Christian anymore; it was pure, unadulterated terror. He wanted to hate him. He wanted to rebel and create as much trouble for Christian as he could, but it had been months since his kidnapping, and by then, Christian had surely beaten all the defiance out of him.

Perhaps that was why he didn’t fight back when Christian suddenly dragged him out of the basement and stuffed him into the tiny, revealing outfit he was currently wearing. It was a black, incredibly tight waistcoat over a white dress shirt that didn’t even reach his belly button and tiny black shorts. Elliot wanted to complain, but it was the closest thing to clothes he’d been given since he had become Christian’s pet.

“Master?” he said, as he put on the sleek black shoes that Christian had handed him. The word still tasted rancid in his mouth, but he preferred it over being whipped bloody and gagged for days on end.

“Did I give you permission to fucking speak?” Christian spat back. Elliot flinched. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Christian so tense, and he wished he could deny the cold terror it instilled in him. “Just get dressed.”

“But why?” Elliot asked, without thinking. Christian glared down at him, and he instantly averted his gaze. “I’m s-sorry. I-I just mean that-that you’ve n-never given me c-clothes before.”

“Well, isn’t it your lucky day?”

Elliot bit back a whimper and continued to sloppily tie his shoes. “Are-Are your f-friends coming over?” he hesitantly asked.

“No,” Christian said. “My family is.”

So that explained it. Christian had never gotten along well with his family, especially after they had his little brother.

Elliot’s eyes widened. “What?” he exclaimed, without thinking. “You want me dr-dressed like this in front of your f-fifteen-year-old brother?” The next thing Elliot knew, he was on the floor, his cheek stinging where Christian had backhanded him. He yelped and held a shaking hand to his cheek.

“How dare you speak that way to me? Remember your place, you pathetic fucking rodent!”

Elliot sniffled and pushed himself off the floor. “I-I’m sorry, Master. I d-didn’t mean to f-forget my-my place. P-Please for-forgive me.”

Christian spat on him and Elliot resisted the urge to cry. He wiped the spittle from his face and chanced a look up at Christian, his lower lip wobbling. Christian glowered at him and shook his head disapprovingly. “Get dressed, you ugly mutt.”

“Y-Yes, Master,” Elliot said as he finished tying his shoes. He couldn’t help the small semblance of hope he felt. Perhaps this was his chance to finally get some help. “I-I’m finished, M-Master.”

“Fucking finally.” Christian grabbed Elliot under his arm and hauled him to his feet. Elliot squeaked as the taller man yanked him down the hallway and into the living room. Elliot struggled to keep up, as he’d grown too used to crawling. “So, here’s the deal, mutt,” Christian said as he shoved Elliot onto the sofa. “My parents and brother are going to be here any minute. They don’t know I have a pet and frankly, they don’t need to. So, you’re going to pretend to be my servant instead. With me so far, pet?” Elliot nodded, shaking like a leaf with Christian towering over him. “Good. You’re going to be a good boy tonight, aren’t you?”

Elliot nodded again. “Yes, Master. I-I’ll be a g-good boy.”

Christian smirked and ruffled Elliot’s hair, earning a small flinch from the younger man. “That’s what I like to hear. Oh, and one more thing.” Christian quickly wrapped his hand around Elliot’s throat and squeezed. Elliot gasped and choked, tears welling in his eyes and slipping down his sunken cheeks. “If you say anything about what you really are or how I treat you, if you do anything to try and escape, if you so much as utter the word help to anyone, I will cut each and every one of your fingers off and send them to your little team one by one. Do I make myself clear?”

Elliot nodded, unable to speak with Christian cutting off his air supply. Christian abruptly released him just in time for the doorbell to ring. Both men turned their attention to the front door. Elliot was frozen in place, still struggling to catch his breath.

Christian turned to face his pet and said, “Well? Open it.” When Elliot still didn’t move, Christian grabbed him by the arm and shoved him toward the front door. “Go, you stupid dog!”

Elliot stumbled but was able to regain his balance. He whimpered and opened the door with shaking hands. Standing behind it were three people, each much taller than Elliot.

The man he assumed to be Christian’s father towered almost two feet above Elliot, it seemed. He had short salt and pepper hair and a graying mustache. Christian’s mother was shorter than her husband, but she too towered over Elliot. She had long, dark hair that was curled and reached all the way down her back. The boy that Elliot assumed to be Christian’s little brother had moderately lighter hair than both his parents and brother. He had light blue eyes like his mother, while Christian had clearly gotten his pitch-black eyes from his father.

“Who the hell are you?” Christian’s father asked as Elliot finished taking in their appearances.

Elliot didn’t know how to answer. “U-Um…I-I’m Master Ch-Christian’s servant.”

Christian’s mother looked him up and down and chuckled. “Then, what are you standing there for?”

“O-Oh! S-Sorry, Miss.”

Elliot opened the door and gestured for the three of them to enter. As they did so, he heard Christian’s father whisper, “One can’t expect Christian of all people to find competent help, Regina.” Christian’s mother laughed at that.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Christian’s brother asked, a look of disgust on his face as he handed over his coat.

Elliot glanced down at himself and cringed inwardly. “This-This is the uniform that-that Master as r-required me to w-wear.”

Christian’s brother scoffed. “Sorry I asked. Remind me to never ask you to speak again.”

Elliot lowered his gaze and nodded. “S-Sorry, Sir.”

“Connor, be nice,” Christian’s mother, Regina, said. “The servant can’t help what he is.”

As offended as Elliot probably should’ve been, he found it more refreshing to be referred to as “he” instead of as “it”. Elliot forced a smile and led them to the living room.

…

Elliot didn’t know what he was doing. Christian hadn’t given him any instructions aside from don’t tell anyone the truth and don’t ask for help. Christian didn’t trust him to be alone, so he wasn’t allowed to leave the living room, but he also wasn’t allowed to use any of the furniture or engage in any conversations, so he elected to stand silently in the corner and await direction.

He wasn’t used to being on his feet for long periods of time anymore, which added to the aching in his soles. He shifted his weight from side to side, unable to find a comfortable position. His hands remained folded behind his back, and he kept his head tilted forward slightly. His muscles were shaking, and he silently hoped that someone would give him an order, just to free him from his mental and physical anguish.

As if on cue, Christian’s mother, Regina, raised an arm toward the sky and snapped her fingers, shouting, “Servant!” in order to get his attention. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Elliot rushed over to her, careful not to trip over his own feet. “Y-Yes, ma’am?” he asked.

Regina held her cup out to him. “Another. And make it quick.”

Elliot took her glass in shaking hands and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

As he steadily walked to the kitchen, he heard the deep, gravelly voice of Christian’s father say, “Respect is a virtue, Regina. Especially to those we deem beneath us.”

Regina scoffed. “Don’t tell me you can look at that servant and think it deserves respect, Arthur. It dresses like a whore.”

Christian laughed at his mother’s comment. “You know, funny thing. When I picked up my servant, it was nothing but a prostitute.” Elliot’s heart dropped and he felt the blood drain from his face.

Connor burst into laughter. “Really? That makes so much sense.”

Christian nodded. “It was a pathetic sight. Poor thing was selling its body on a street corner when I pulled up. It was so grateful to me, but I’m still trying to train it.” As the sound of Connor and Regina’s laughter filled the air, Elliot tore himself away from the doorway. Tears filled his eyes while he filled Regina’s empty glass with blood-red wine. Every part of his body was trembling, and as he turned to return to the living room, he nearly dropped the glass in shock.

The tall, imposing, and silent figure of Christian’s father, Arthur, stood there, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

Panic swelled in the pit of Elliot’s stomach. “I-I’m so sorry, Sir. I promise I’m hurrying. I-I just don’t want to spill Miss Regina’s—”

Arthur held up a hand, and Elliot’s mouth instinctually snapped shut. Elliot anxiously stood there, Regina’s glass in hand, as he waited for Arthur to speak. When he finally did, Elliot was shocked at the question he asked. “What is your name?”

Stunned, Elliot waited a couple seconds before he said, “Um…pardon, Sir?”

“Your name,” Arthur repeated. “What is your name?” Elliot nervously glanced at the door separating them from the living room, from Christian’s wrath if Elliot were to answer truthfully. “Christian isn’t here,” Arthur said, clearly noticing Elliot’s fear. “I asked you a question.”

Elliot nodded. “Y-Yes, Sir. My-My name is E-Elliot.” It took everything in him to say those words. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard his name, let alone spoken it aloud.

“Elliot,” Arthur repeated.

“Yes, Sir.”

Arthur was quiet for several long, agonizing moments. “How do you like it here, Elliot?” he finally asked.

Elliot didn’t know how to answer. He was alarmed by the use of his real name. His skin prickled, as though he expected Christian to appear out of nowhere and beat him for being stupid enough to share it. Elliot shook that thought from his head as his gaze flicked from the floor to Christian’s father and back again. What could he possibly say to answer that question? The only rule Christian had given him was not to tell the truth, but he’d never been a very good liar either. “U-Um…it-it’s nice, Sir.”

Arthur hummed in response. “How does Christian treat you?”

Elliot’s stomach dropped and he hoped Arthur didn’t notice the way his face drained of color. “He-He’s s-stern with me, but-but he’s kind. I-I’m sorry, Sir, but I really should be getting Miss Regina her—”

Arthur held up his hand again. Elliot bit his tongue to keep from whimpering pathetically. “You’re not a very good liar.”

Elliot struggled to hold back his tears. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Don’t be. I should be apologizing for the way I’ve raised my children. You see, unlike them, I’ve actually worked for everything I have. My wife and children have simply been handed everything. They don’t understand how hard it is to work for something.”

Elliot nodded. “Y-Yes, Sir. I-I’m sorry, but I should r-really get—”

“Pet!” Christian’s voice shouted. Elliot flinched, just barely able to make out Christian’s imposing figure in the doorway behind his father’s. Arthur turned to look at his oldest and Christian forced a smile. “Sorry to interrupt, Dad. Mom’s waiting for her wine.”

“Of course,” Arthur said. “I was just getting to know Elliot.” Elliot’s heart stopped and his stomach sank. His mind went white and he, once again, nearly dropped the wine glass clasped between his sweaty palms.

Christian laughed a little, but Elliot could clearly see the fire behind his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t come rescue you sooner, then,” he joked. Christian and his father exchanged a few more words, but Elliot couldn’t hear anything over the blood pounding in his ears. His eyes met the floor and when he looked up again, Arthur was gone and a furious Christian stood in his place.

Elliot whimpered, tears flooding his eyes. “M-Master, I—”

“Save it,” Christian snapped. He used two terrifyingly gentle fingers to tilt Elliot’s head upwards. “You’re lucky I can’t hurt you while my family is here, mutt. But the second they leave, I’ll make sure you never defy me again. Understood?”

Elliot nodded, swallowing down the bile rising up his throat. His skin burned where Christian touched him.

Elliot didn’t take a single breath until he’d handed the wine to Christian’s mother.

. . .

The next three hours were agonizing, and Elliot felt his stomach churn as he gently closed the door behind Christian’s family. He didn’t even have time to turn around before Christian grabbed him by the hair and started dragging him back down to the basement.

Elliot yelped in shock, struggling to keep up with Christian’s pace. “M-Master, p-please—”

“Shut up!” Christian shouted as he wrenched open the basement door and shoved Elliot down the concrete stairs. Elliot sobbed when he hit the ground, wrapping his arms around himself as if that would protect him from his master’s fiery wrath. Elliot didn’t bother pushing himself up as he listened to Christian’s thunderous footsteps grow nearer. “Look at me, slave!” he commanded.

Elliot flinched at the degrading title and did as he was told, shakily pushing himself into a sitting position and staring up at his owner with tearful, apologetic eyes.

Christian glowered at him, his face a mask of pure disgust. He shook his head and spat on the small man at his feet. Elliot gasped and cried harder as he wiped the spittle from his face. “You’re pathetic,” Christian said. Elliot lowered his head to hide his tears. “So disappointing. And here I thought you were finally learning your place.”

“I-I am, Master!” Elliot tried to assure him. “I p-promise I am! If-If you’ll j-just let me explain—” A swift kicked to the side of his face sent Elliot sprawling across the basement floor. He whimpered, tears flowing harder.

“I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of you, mutt! Unless those words are ‘yes, Master.’ Understand?”

Elliot pushed himself back into his submissive kneeling position, keeping his head lowered. “Y-Yes, M-Master.”

Christian spat on him again, the glob of saliva this time landing in Elliot’s hair. Elliot flinched and sobbed again. He didn’t understand what he’d done to deserve being treated like this. He didn’t fight back as Christian forcefully removed his servant’s uniform, uncovering the many bruises, scrapes, and gashes that adorned the man’s small, underfed body. Elliot shivered, glancing up at Christian with tears in his eyes as Christian clasped a tight collar around Elliot’s throat.

“What do you have to say for yourself, mutt?”

Elliot sniffled and did his best to show his remorse clearly on his face. “I-I’m sorry, Master.”

“Yeah, you will be.” Christian angrily stormed toward the back of the basement. Elliot flinched as Christian passed him. He knew what was coming when he listened to the sound of weapons and torture devices clattering around behind him. He refused to turn and look. He needed to be good. After what he’d done, he needed to prove that he was still a good boy.

When Christian returned holding a muzzle and a cat o nine tails, Elliot’s stomach sank, and tears burst from his eyes.

“Just got this in yesterday, mutt. Figured this is as good a time as any to test it out,” Christian said.

Elliot sobbed. “I-I’m so sorry, Master. I w-wasn’t thinking. I’m just a s-stupid, brainless m-mutt. P-Please, h-have m-mercy.” Elliot pressed his forehead to the floor, just like he knew Christian liked. “Please, Master. Your-Your worthless pet is s-so sorry.”

Christian kneeled in front of his groveling pet and guided Elliot’s head upwards using two gentle fingers. Elliot stared up at him with bloodshot eyes, terrified of the blank expression that his master wore. “What is your name, pet?”

Elliot hunched into himself a little. “This-This stupid mutt doesn’t h-have one, Master.” He hated degrading himself. Each time he did, he tried to remind himself that he was only doing it to survive while he waited for his friends to find him. Yet, every time he did it, he believed it a little bit more.

“Good,” Christian praised. “And what are you?”

Elliot’s lower lip started trembling. “A-A filthy d-dog, Master.”

“Yes, and you’ve been a very bad boy today, mutt,” Christian said. Elliot whimpered, his gaze wavering. “However, that pathetic little display may have granted you a bit of leniency.” Elliot’s eyes lit up a little. “So, I’ll give you a choice, mutt. For your punishment, you can either take the cat o nine tails or you can put on a little show for me.”

Elliot shuddered. Neither option sounded appealing. “Wh-What kind of show, M-Master?”

Christian smirked maliciously, which made Elliot’s blood run cold. “You can show me how a real dog acts.”

Confused, Elliot furrowed his brows and tilted his head slightly. “M-Master, I-I don’t unders—”

“No, no, no,” Christian interrupted. “Real dogs don’t speak, mutt. What do real dogs do?”

Elliot’s heart dropped. “Master—" A harsh smack to the side of his face cut him off before he could say anything further. Elliot whimpered.

“What. Do. Real. Dogs. Do?” Christian repeated.

With tears steadily streaming down his burning cheeks, Elliot nervously shifted and barked, trying his best to imitate the sound a real dog would make.

Christian chuckled, but he wasn’t satisfied. “I couldn’t hear you, mutt. Look up at me and do it again.”

Elliot did as he was told, slowly lifting his head so he could meet Christian’s amused gaze. Only, when Elliot looked up, it wasn’t Christian’s eyes he was looking into; it was the lens of a camera. Elliot’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but quickly stopped himself. He whimpered again, his face burning several shades of red.

“Well?” Christian said. “Go on, mutt. Bark like a good little doggy.”

Teary-eyed, Elliot’s gaze met that of the camera. As he caught sight of his own reflection in the lens, his eyes went wide. His bottom lip was split, dark circles were painted beneath his tired eyes, and his skin was devoid of color. He didn’t recognize the person that stared back at him.

No. Person wasn’t the right word. The pathetic creature in his reflection wasn’t a person anymore, if it ever even was.

As it stared into the lifeless eyes of its own reflection, Elliot Pet did the only thing its empty mind could comprehend.

It obeyed.

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Worthless - Part 23

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Content: former pet whumpee, self-deprecation, self-hatred, strong language

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lyra answered.

Karine wasn’t convinced. “I thought we all agreed to delete the pictures and block Christian’s number. In fact, that was your idea. So, why didn’t you do it?”

Lyra glanced at the door leading to the kitchen and lowered her voice so only Karine could hear. “I don’t think you want the answer to that, Kar, but I’ll tell you if you promise not to blow up at me.”

Karine crossed her arms and quirked a brow. “I can’t make any promises.”

Lyra glanced at the door again, as though they expected someone to be listening on the other side. Their voice was barely a whisper when they said, “Remember that solo mission I took a couple weeks ago?” Karine nodded. Lyra took a deep breath. “Well, that was a mission to look for Christian.”

“A mission orchestrated by who?” Karine interrupted.

Lyra rolled her eyes. “Would you let me finish?” Karine ground her jaw, but she stayed quiet as the caretaker continued. “Since before we found Elliot, I’ve been working with Gary Newbar to try and track Christian down.” Karine’s eyes widened and her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but Lyra spoke again before she had the chance. “Before you say anything, I want you to think about this. It took us sixteen months to find Elliot on our own and I don’t want to risk Christian coming back for him and taking him away somewhere where we’ll never see him again. We can’t take care of Elliot and look for Christian on our own. That’s why I’m working with Gary.”

Karine’s face was beet-red, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “May I speak now?” she asked, her voice terrifyingly calm. Lyra nodded. Karine took a deep breath to steady herself. “Now, I’m hoping that you didn’t just admit what I think you did but let me clarify anyway. Are we talking about the same Gary Newbar that formed this team?” Lyra nodded. “The same one we worked for for two years? The same one that royally fucked us over and tried to split us up?”

“That’s the one.”

Karine delivered a swift smack to Lyra’s left shoulder. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Lyra? That man can’t be trusted!”

“You think I don’t remember what he did? I’m well aware, but unlike you, I’m not willing to risk Elliot’s safety over your petty grudge. Gary has resources and connections, and if working with him is what it takes to keep my brother safe, then so be it.”

Karine shook her head. “We’ll discuss that more later, but that still doesn’t answer my question. Why did you keep the pictures?”

“Because after the mission, Gary told me to notify him if Christian ever tried to contact us. I needed to keep the pictures as proof,” Lyra admitted.

“And you didn’t think this was something you should share with the rest of us?”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Lyra said. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I don’t care what it takes or who I have to owe a favor to, I am not going to let that monster take Elliot again.” Karine was silent for a beat. When she didn’t say anything, Lyra continued, “You can be mad at me all you want, Kar, but I don’t regret it. I will do anything to keep Elliot safe.”

Karine sighed. “I know. I don’t blame you. We all see Elliot as our brother. I just wish you had told me.”

“What would you have done if I had? Tried to stop me?”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Karine admitted. “I just feel like we all need to be more honest with each other. For Elliot’s sake.” Lyra nodded in agreement as Karine took a deep breath. Her shoulders heaved as she released it. “In that case, there’s something that I have to tell you.” Lyra raised an eyebrow. “I only found out earlier today, and things have been emotional since we got back, so don’t blame me for not telling anyone immediately?”

Lyra was skeptical. “What is it?”

Karine sighed. “I know where Christian is.”

. . .

Elliot stared into the contents of his mug as his tea began to steep. He shoved his hands into his lap to quell their shaking. Everything was out in the open now. There were no more secrets about what he’d gone through. Not only did his teammates know what had been done to him, they’d seen almost everything. He’d tried to put on a brave face when he scrolled through those pictures, but inside, he felt a mixture of shame, disgust, and unadulterated hatred for himself.

Colleen, seeming to notice his growing unease, slowly lowered herself into the chair directly beside him. “How are you feeling, hun?”

Elliot looked up at her. After all the chaos that had taken place over the last eight hours, he’d nearly forgotten she was there. It took him a moment to register that she’d asked him a question. His mind was still reeling from the intense emotions that had been forced to the surface. “O-Oh,” he finally said. “I-I don’t know. S-Sorry, Miss Colleen.”

“Don’t be sorry, hun. Things have been stressful. I’m sorry for dropping in unexpectedly and messing up everyone’s dynamic. I understand now that what happened to you is very serious and I shouldn’t have ignored Landon’s warnings. I’m really sorry, sweetie.”

Elliot shook his head. “It-It’s not your fault. You-You didn’t kn-know.”

Colleen smiled gently at him. “Why don’t you and I go out and do something tomorrow? I feel like we should get to know each other a little bit more.”

Elliot’s blood chilled. “Like-Like what?”

Noticing his unease and the way his demeanor changed, Colleen softened her expression and leaned away from him a bit. “Like going to the mall or maybe the library. Or even just going on a walk. It’s up to you. We also don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable. I know we only just met.”

Elliot shook his head. “It-It’s not that. I-I just…I haven’t really l-left the safehouse since-since I was rescued. Well, un-until today.” His face flushed a shameful shade of red.

“It doesn’t have to be just the two of us,” Colleen said. “We could bring someone you feel safe with or someone you know will protect you. I want to get to know the whole team.”

Elliot shrugged, refusing to lift his gaze from his mug. “I-I don’t know, M-Miss Colleen.”

“That’s okay. I won’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

There was a look of genuine shock on Elliot’s face upon hearing that, which made Colleen’s heart ache.

“Th-Thank you, Miss Colleen,” Elliot finally said. “I-I’ll think about it.”

Colleen nodded. “Don’t worry about it if you don’t want to. I understand and I promise I won’t get mad.”

“You won’t?” he asked.

Colleen shook her head. “I promise. I’m not an angry person. Trust me, Landon inherited all of the anger in our family.” She laughed and a tiny smile appeared briefly on Elliot’s face before it disappeared again. As Elliot opened his mouth to respond, Karine and Lyra entered the kitchen, each looking slightly rattled, but they both forced smiles to their faces when they saw Elliot.

“Feeling any better, bud?” Karine asked.

Elliot didn’t know how to answer. In truth, he was anxious about what they were talking about and why Karine seemed mad at Lyra initially. Now, they looked about as anxious as he felt.

“I-I’m fine,” he answered. “Wh-What were you t-talking about?”

Karine and Lyra shared a quick glance before Lyra smiled and said, “Nothing you need to worry about, El.” She kissed the top of his head and went to make herself some tea.

Stupid dog. If they wanted you to know what they were talking about, they would’ve let you stay to hear it. Don’t tell me you’re forgetting your place already

Elliot took a sip of his tea to hide the growing redness that spread over his cheeks. “Miss-Miss Colleen?” he said as he set down his mug. “I-I think I w-would like to-to go out with you to-tomorrow.”

A large, sincere grin spread across Colleen’s face. “Really? Oh, yay, this will be fun. Any idea where you want to go?”

Elliot shook his head. “I-I think I just-just need to-to get out of the house.”

“How about the mall?” Colleen suggested. “I noticed your room was pretty empty. We could go shopping for some decorations or new clothes maybe. Up to you.”

Elliot nodded, grateful that she was willing to give him a change of scenery. “That-That sounds good.”

“Okay, then. It’s a date!” Colleen exclaimed, her wide smile never leaving her face.

Elliot couldn’t deny the excitement building in his chest at the thought of getting to spend some time alone with Colleen. The woman was a nice change of pace from the people constantly worrying over him. Though she did seem to pity him, she didn’t treat him like he was completely incapable of doing anything on his own. It was refreshing.

Elliot took another sip of tea, unable to fight the small smile tugging at his lips.

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Sorry this took so long to come out. I've been struggling to find motivation to write, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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Humiliation Prompts

These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

♠ Making them beg

♠ Forcing them to strip

♠ Spitting in their mouth

♠ Making them kneel

♠ Dressing them in a degrading outfit

♠ Mocking them for involuntary reactions

♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor

♠ Hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch

♠ Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess

♠ Feeding them spoiled or disgusting food

♠ Hosing them down with cold water

♠ Calling them a mocking nickname or title

♠ Forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees

♠ Leaving them with obvious, hard to hide scars

♠ Branding them as a sign of ownership

♠ Forcing them to divulge past traumas or secrets

♠ Altering or ruining a part of their appearance they take pride in

♠ Rendering them mute or forbidding them to speak

♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes

♠ Assigning them menial labor/chores

♠ Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

♠ Offering them up as the entertainment to party guests to do with as they please

♠ Making derogatory comments about them to others (with them in the room/in earshot) Bonus: force them to agree with these assessments

♠ Gifting them as a slave/servant to someone they formerly outranked

♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc)

♠ Grinding their face into the ground/mud/a mess they made. Bonus: With a foot on the back of their neck or side of their head

♠ Recording them being punished/tortured/etc. Bonus: send these to friends and family OR release them publicly online

♠ Fitting them with a collar

♠ Muzzling them

♠ Making them perform tricks or skills on command

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Anyone who wants to

Want to be whump characters with me?

Do this quiz. (Since some of the possibilities are not-so-nice, if you don’t jibe with your initial result, you’re welcome to retake it, I don’t care.)

Do this picrew, based on both your actual self and your role from the quiz

Tag people, or make it an open tag (or both)!

Open tag, anyone can join!

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How did you first discover the whump community?

-- @whumperofworlds

I found it by scrolling through hurt,comfort prompts on Pinterest and one thing led to another!

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Imagine shitlock’s brother saying okay boomer to him in an argument

Lmfao Christian would lose it but would have to keep his composure to avoid being written out of his parents' will since his brother's the golden child

For those that don't know (cause I can't remember if I've ever mentioned it publicly) Christian has a little brother named Connor, who's 15 years younger than him. I actually have a drabble idea involving Christian's family, so let me know if anyone would be interested in that

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Ah, I'm bored.

React to this post (like, reblog, or reply) and I'll send a whumpy ask! (Also for those who have whump sideblogs, just reblog or reply so I won't accidentally send a whump ask to your main haha)

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do you like hurt or comfort better (or equal)?

I like equal! Sometimes lean more on each side depending on my mood but in general I like a balance. Thanks for the ask!

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Worthless - Part 22

Masterlist | Previous

Content: mention of past noncon, mention of past abuse, former pet whumpee, self-hatred, self-deprecation

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

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"What do you mean you ran away?" Karine exclaimed, earning a flinch out of Elliot.

"Karine," Yvonne scolded. "Why don't you get the rest of the team while I talk to him?" Elliot whimpered and Yvonne gently rubbed his back. "It's okay, love. You're not in trouble. We just want to understand what happened, that's all."

Elliot didn't relax. The tension in his muscles increased with each member of the team that entered the room. Once everyone had joined them, including Colleen, all eyes fell upon Elliot, who's shoulders sagged beneath the weight.

The looks on everyone's faces betrayed their feelings of confusion and concern.

They're gonna be so angry. They're finally gonna see what an immense disappointment you are

"Elliot," Yvonne began once everyone had settled, "Would you please explain what happened today?"

Elliot's face turned bright red as he lowered his eyes to the ground. "Y-Yes, ma'am." He tried taking a deep breath to steel himself, but his lungs refused to respond. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, muscles aching with the tension that wouldn't subside.

Just get it overwith, you stupid bitch

He didn't have a choice. Everyone's eyes were locked onto him, awaiting an answer. He couldn't bear the awkward silence any longer. So, he forced the words out, "I wasn't kidnapped. I-I r-ran a-away."

Silence befell each person in the room and not a single breath was released. Elliot braced himself for what he knew was coming; the screaming and shouting that would inevitably follow the brief moment of shock.

As the seconds ticked by without a single word uttered, Elliot's anxiety grew. He couldn't bring himself to look at them for fear of the fury he knew masked their faces.

Elliot flinched as a gentle hand fell upon his quivering shoulder. "We're not angry, sweetie," Yvonne's soothing voice assured him. "We just want to know why. Did we do something to hurt you?"

Elliot should've expected that question. Even if they weren't angry at him for running away, they surely would be when they learned why. Elliot shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. "I-I can't—"

"Please," Lyra interrupted, which earned another flinch from Elliot. "Elliot, we don't ever want to hurt you, so if somehow we did, we want to make it better. That's all, I promise."

Elliot nervously glanced up at Lyra. Lyra, who had practically raised Elliot since they were eleven. Lyra, who had to grow up too fast in order to give Elliot the love and protection that a mother should. Lyra, who had called him her brother when he was about to be raped again by Christian's friend. Lyra, who would never let anything bad happen to him.

He could see the hurt in their eyes and he knew it was his fault. He'd done that to them. After everything Lyra had done for him, he had hurt her.

His sister.

Elliot's lower lip wobbled as he stared into their eyes. This wasn't fair to them. They deserved to know. "It-It was right after Miss Colleen had-had helped me with my panic attack. I was scared you-you were gonna send me back, so-so I listened to-to everyone's conversation." He expected a slap to the back of his head, but when it didn't come, he continued. "I h-heard everything. I heard Yvonne t-talking about how-how much it h-hurts everyone to-to see me like this. I heard L-Landon say that M-Master was coming back for-for me." Elliot choked on a sob in his throat. "I-I heard you t-talk about the-the pictures."

It was with that revelation that the air seemed to be sucked from the room. Time stood still and the deafening silence weighed heavily on Elliot's shoulders. Anxious glances were exchanged between everyone in the room, but no one spoke up.

Elliot nervously fidgeted with his hands as the endless silence stretched on. After several long minutes, Lyra was the first to speak up.

"I'm so sorry, sunshine. We didn't want to upset you."

Elliot kept his gaze trained on his quivering hands. "Can I s-see them?"

"We deleted them all," Karine said. "They're gone."

"Actually," Lyra spoke up, "I still have them." They pulled out their phone and handed it to Elliot to look through. Karine's eyes were wide with shock and confusion as she watched Lyra hand her phone to Elliot.

Elliot scrolled, his breath catching in his throat. His stomach did somersaults and his mouth went completely dry.

Elliot squeaked, eyes welling when he reached the end. "I'm sorry you h-had to s-see that," he mumbled, shakily handing Lyra’s phone back to them.

"We're sorry that happened to you, love," Yvonne said. "You didn't deserve any of that."

Elliot choked on a sob in his throat. "I-I'm disgusting."

"You're not disgusting," Broderick cut in. "Christian is disgusting for doing those things to you."

Elliot sniffled and fought back tears. "Wh-Why didn't anyone t-tell me?"

"Because we knew it would upset you," Lyra admitted. "You were just starting to feel safer here and we didn't want to make things worse."

Elliot couldn't hold back anymore. His overwhelming emotions sprung forth and tears cascaded down his face. "I n-never wanted a-anyone to kn-know about this. P-Please don't h-hate me."

"We could never hate you," Lyra assured him. "We love you so much. The only person we hate is Christian.”

Colleen awkwardly stood, recognizing the seriousness of the conversation, as well as her misplaced presence in it. “I’ll…go make some tea,” she mumbled as she quietly excused herself from the conversation. No one paid her quick exit any notice.

Karine gently rubbed his shoulder. “You didn’t deserve that, bud. Christian is a monster.”

Elliot shook his head, staring at where his tears fell onto his lap. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t t-tell anyone. I shouldn’t have k-kept it from you.”

“You told me, remember?” Landon spoke up. Elliot hesitantly glanced up from his lap. “Well, you didn’t technically tell me. It was more like you thought I was gonna…” Landon broke off when he saw the way Elliot’s face blanched and his shoulders shook. “Anyway, what I’m saying is, I’ve known for a while and it never changed my opinion of you.”

Elliot sniffled. “That-That was d-different. I didn’t m-mean to t-tell you, it-it was an accident.” Elliot scrubbed at the tears on his face and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “B-Besides, you-you didn’t know how b-bad it was. You didn’t s-s-see it un-until now.”

“Elliot,” Lyra said, gently taking hold of one of his hands and pulling it away from his face. His eyes were bloodshot and overflowing as he stared at them. Lyra sighed. “What that man did to you is unforgivable, but it doesn’t change how much we love you. Nothing could.”

Elliot’s lower lip wobbled. “H-How could it not? I’m r-ruined.”

“Elliot,” Lyra said, gentle but stern. They took hold of his trembling, scarred hands and sighed. “You are not ruined,” they assured him. Despite his hands being trapped between Lyra’s, his eyes remained trained on his lap. “Elliot, look at me.” Elliot suppressed a flinch and did as he was told, meeting Lyra’s gentle gaze with teary eyes. “You are not ruined. You are still the same beautiful, intelligent man that you’ve always been. No one can take that away from you.”

Elliot sniffled. “B-But, I’m d-dirty and u-used.”

Lyra tilted their head sadly. “Elliot, you were raped.” Elliot flinched at the mention of that word. “I know it’s a hard thing to accept, but it was not your fault and you are not dirty because of it.”

Elliot clamped his eyes tightly shut in an attempt to keep his tears at bay. “I'm s-sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.”

Lyra gently squeezed both of his hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for, sunshine. We completely understand. We’re sorry we didn’t tell you about the pictures. We should never have kept that from you.”

“Lyra’s right,” Karine added. “From now on, no more secrets, okay? We will always be honest with you, but you don’t ever have to share anything you’re uncomfortable with. What happened to you is your business.”

Elliot sniffled, refusing to look up from his and Lyra’s interlocked hands. “You-You don’t have to t-tell me e-everything.”

“We’re a team, El. We should always be honest with each other. Right, Lyra?” Karine said, subtly raising an eyebrow.

Lyra nodded, completely oblivious to Karine’s true meaning. “Right. No more secrets between any of us.”

Yvonne and Broderick exchanged a quick glance, though no one else seemed to notice.

Elliot sniffled and nodded. “O-Okay.”

Lyra smiled and gently kissed the top of his head as Colleen peaked her head out of the kitchen. “Hey, I made some tea. Landon told me that peppermint was Elliot’s favorite. Is that okay, hun?”

Elliot nodded and Lyra squeezed his hand. “Let’s all get some tea. It’s been a hard day.” Everyone nodded in agreement and stood up to make their way into the kitchen.

Lyra guided Elliot to his feet and led him toward the kitchen, but a hand on their shoulder stopped them in their tracks. Both Elliot and Lyra turned to see Karine standing there, arms crossed firmly over her chest.

Lyra recognized that look and instantly released their grip on Elliot’s hand. “Go get some tea, sunshine. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Elliot didn’t move. “Wh-What’s going on?” He shakily asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about, bud,” Karine assured him. “I just need to talk to Lyra for a second. That’s all.”

Elliot wasn’t convinced, but it wasn’t in his nature anymore to disobey. Once he had disappeared beyond the confines of the kitchen walls, Lyra turned to Karine and raised their brows. “What is it, Kar?” they whispered.

“We need to talk.”

Lyra rolled their eyes. “Yeah, I guessed as much. What do you think we need to talk about?”

Karine wasn’t amused. With a deadly serious expression on her face, she said, “About why you kept those pictures.”

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Chapter 22 is finally out! Now I have a couple drabble requests to get to that have been sitting in my inbox for who knows how long.😅

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I love how sometimes the whump community is like. “here’s a terrible experience I went through that may or way not have been quite traumatic for me. now here’s how to apply this suffering to your whumpees!”

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Now moved here! Made a whole separate blog on accident lol

side blog to my main one! @rosekins621

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for whumpee <3

1) what's wrong with you?

2) be honest: did you deserve it?

3) what do you think about whumper?

4) what do you think about caretaker?

5) do you have any rules?

6) when was the last time you cried?

7) when was the last time you laughed?

8) does something hurt right now? what is it?

9) do you have others who share your fate? do you wish there were?

10) do you have any triggers?

11) do you have any phobias?

12) have you ever killed? would you?

for whumper <3

13) what's wrong with you?

14) be honest: did they deserve it?

15) what do you think about whumpee?

16) what do you think about caretaker?

17) do you have any pet peeves?

18) what would an ideal victim be like?

19) favourite tool/instrument?

20) aren't you afraid you'll get caught?

21) how are you so hot?

22) do you have any pets? animals.

23) do you have a preferred title or would you rather victims call you by name?

24) have you ever killed? would you?

for caretaker <3

25) what's wrong with you?

26) be honest: don't you deserve better?

27) what do you think about whumpee?

28) what do you think about whumper?

29) do you pity whumpee?

30) don't you ever just want to give up?

31) do you even know what you're doing?

32) how do you keep yourself sane? what is your favourite way to wind down?

33) do you have medical training?

34) isn't there someone you're forgetting to take care of? (yourself, stupid)

35) don't you ever want to take advantage of your position?

36) have you ever killed? would you?

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10 for Elliot

13 and 20 for shitlock

27 & 35 for Landon

(These are fun)

From this ask game

Lol they really are

Elliot:

10. Do you have any triggers?

"Um...I-I don't like b-being touched b-below my waist. I don't like when my wr-wrists are g-grabbed. I dont like being a-approached from behind. Th-There's other stuff, but-but I dont wanna b-bore you by r-rambling."

Christian:

13. What's wrong with you?

"What's wrong with me? Absolutely nothing. I was screwed over and I wanted revenge. Simple as that."

20. Aren't you afraid you'd get caught?

"Caught by who? The police? The team? What are they gonna do? Lock me up? They'll have to find me first."

Landon:

27. What do you think about whumpee?

"He's a great kid and he doesn't deserve the hand he's been dealt. He deserves all the happiness in the world."

35. Don't you ever wanna take advantage of your position?

"Absolutely not. Elliot's been taken advantage of more times than any of us know and I would never even consider adding to that."