#Captivity

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"Open it." For my boy Josh (prompt for the five sentence fic!)

"Open it."

It isn't a request.

It's a dare. An ice-cold threat that freezes Josh to the spot. He stands paralyzed, his clammy palm welded to the doorknob. Josh's sorry life flashes before his bloodshot eyes, and his freedom taunts him from the other side of the unlocked door. It calls him, it pulls him like a magnet.

Josh wants to live, and not just survive. He wants his life back. His simple, mundane life. He'd give anything and everything to blend back into the world and fade into the background.

"Go on, Joshy. See what happens the second you open that door." Felix stalks closer but Josh doesn't face him. He can't face him. With his puffy, tear-stained cheeks and deer-in-headlight eyes. Josh's ears prick up at the sound of slow footsteps coming to a stop just over his shoulder.

"You know I'd catch you, don't you, honey?" Felix half purrs, half growls. Josh's thumping heart falls to the pit of his stomach. "God have mercy on you, I'd hunt you down like a wild animal. And when I finally find you...?"

Josh physically cringes and shrivels up as Felix nibbles at Josh's neck and kisses the dip of his collarbone. Felix slowly reaches around to place his hand on top of Josh's shaking one, on the door handle, and pulls it away.

"I'd snap your legs like twigs," Felix whispers in Josh's ear. "I would just love you bed-bound. It would be my dream come true, baby... the things I'd do to you..."

Josh hears Felix actually lick his lips and his gut suddenly twists. Josh thought his life was already a fate worse than death...somehow, it can get worse. He spins around to face Felix, eyes blown wide and sparkling - his lip wobbling like a small child.

It's a risk he's not willing to take. Any foolish bravery suddenly dissolves and his fight or flight suddenly switches off. Josh just feels empty.

He collapses into Felix's arms in a slump. His body rockets with sobs as Felix cradles him and smoothes the jet-black hair over his scalp.

"Sweet boy," Felix mumurs dotingly, "sweet, confused little boy. You know you belong with me, don't you?"

Josh nods miserably into Felix's chest.

"I'm the only one who knows you inside and out, who will take care of your every want and need. You'll never leave me, baby-blue."

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WoW Birthday Whump Day 5

Prompts: Scream / Captivity / “NO!” Additional content: Whumpee and Caretaker are both captives, Caretaker listens to Whumpee being tortured through a wall.

Caretaker leans against the thin wall, pressing their forehead to it. They’re alone now. Whumper had come in a few minutes ago and dragged Whumpee away. 

They can hear voices on the other side of the wall - muffled conversation. The occasional slapping sound followed by a yelp or whimper. It’s killing Caretaker to listen to, knowing there’s nothing they can do to help their friend. 

Then, a scream pierces through the wall.

Caretaker shoots to their feet, wide eyed. “Whumpee! No!” They pound their fist on the wall but it does nothing to quiet the screaming. “Stop it! Don’t hurt them!”

A deathly silence falls over the room, leaving Caretaker panting and holding back tears.

Then the screaming stars up again. It doesn't stop for hours. When Whumpee is tossed back into the cell they're bloody and broken, flinching at every movement as Caretaker draws them into their arms.

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 28 - Fight/Flight/Freeze

Perhaps the first mistake was thinking that a risen demon could be trapped and tamed like some creature, instead of treating Mariano like the person he is.

The second mistake was forgetting that people can and will figure out how to open locks if given enough time and half an opportunity.

The third was thinking that begging for mercy would do anything for you.

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Thylacines sunbathing at the Hobart Zoo By: Unknown photographer Unknown year

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Best ways to restrain your Whumpees (a subjective scale)

Tied to a chair: 7/10. Classic, gets the job done. Rub their skin raw while you're at it.

Cuffed to the chair: 9/10. The more cuffs the better. Sure, cuff each wrist to an arm chair. But what if you also cuffed their wrists together with just enough slack so their circulation doesn't cut off? ... what if you didn't give them enough slack? What about their legs?

Chained to the chair: 4/10. Oppressive weight is nice and all, but unless you know what you're doing, these are easy to slide off and best used alongside other methods.

Strapped to the chair: 6/10. Better suited for impersonal settings.

Duct taped to the chair: 7/10. Potential 9/10 if you rip the tape off every time you move them. Do you do it hard and fast, listen to their sudden scream? Or do you do it slowly, savor each pitiful little whimper?

(Surgery required) Put magnets in their wrists: 9/10. Make them try to lift their arms, only to feel like their skin is ripping from the inside. Make sure they know you put the magnets in there. Nothing that will make them sick, you reassure. Just making sure they can't go anywhere without you un-magnetizing the arm rests.

Chained to the wall: 7/10. How much room do they have? Is it only one wrist, both on the same chain? Each one on opposite sides of the room? What about ankles? Do their steps rattle? Can they toss and turn in bed without making any noise?

Chained/cuffed to the floor: 10/10. Absolute humiliation. Forced to kneel, bow their head, cower like a dog before you. Their restraints holding them down every time they try to rise against you, reminding them of their place.

Ankles chained to a pole: 6/10. Oh sure, you can run. You just can't go very far. An interesting idea, but overall mediocre.

Leash wrapped around a pole: 8/10. Leave your pet unable to wander too far, perhaps keep their food bowl just out of reach. Make them dependent on you for bathroom breaks, food, and water.

Tied to a beam/pole: 8/10. How big is the pole? Are they tied so tight that all they can do is squeeze their shoulder blades together, and every time they try to relax the ropes tug them back? Is it large enough that their entire arms can wrap around it? A little too big for that? Did you tie up their feet as well?

Tied horizontally to a beam/pole: 9/10. So many ways this could go! Arms and legs above them like they're a pig on a spit, or one of those rotisserie chickens in the grocery store. Arms below, facing up, like they're laying in bed. Forced to look down at how high up they are, unable to do anything to get down.

Dangling by their wrists: 8/10. Once again, a classic choice. Rope or cuffs work here.

Dangling by their hair: 2/10. Not a long-term solution, hair will be pulled out. Only works with certain Whumpees. Only suited for short-term punishments.

Dangling by their neck: 7/10 if done right. Once again, a temporary solution best used to scare and threaten your Whumpee. I cannot overstate that you must be careful with this method if you like to reuse Whumpees. Remember to let your Whumpee down once they pass out!!

Dangling by their leash and collar: 6/10. Same concerns as above.

Dangling by their waist: 4/10. Has some potential, but have not seen it used much if at all.

Dangling by their ankles/feet: 5/10. A good way to disorient and weaken your Whumpee, but must be used in moderation. Excessive blood rush to the head can cause permanent damage and makes your Whumpee less fun to play with.

Standing in water: 4/10. A good short-term punishment, but can cause loss of toes and even feet of water gets too cold. Proceed with caution.

Gags: 9/10! Good for defiant Whumpees, Whumpees in transport, ones who can't learn the lesson not to speak. Just remember to take it off when you want to hear their screams.

Small rooms, holes in the ground, boxes: 8/10. Less about restraint, more containment, but still gets the point across. They cannot escape you, no matter how much they wish to.

I reiterate, leashes: 10/10. Hold their leash at all times, and you'll know when they try to run away.

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Whumpee doesn’t really understand what is going on, everything is happening so fast and their head is pounding so bad.

“hey, can you hear me? Whumpee?” A voice calls out their name. Whumpee raises their head.

“i-i... don’t... understand....i-i...” Whumpee rasps out, before a coughing fit interrupts him. 

“shh, don't force yourself too much. I'll explain everything later, now I'm here and I just wanna help you, ok?”

Whumpee is in so much pain, it's hard to breathe. They’re so weak, they lean onto Caretaker, drowning in their quiet words and soft movements. A tear escapes Whumpee’s eye. It's been so long since they were treated like this, like a human being.

"Caretaker..... " Whumpee manages to say, with a weak, raspy voice. 

“Yeah, that's right, I am Caretaker. I am here and I won't let them hurt you anymore..." Caretaker whispers, hugging Whumpee, caressing their dirty, greasy hair.  Whumpee winces in pain and can't help but cry, the happiness and comfort are too much for them to manage.

[whump-bunny]

Thinking about Whumpees in neighboring cells. They have never seen each other's face, but they can talk to each other through the grate in the wall. They keep each other sane, and make life just a little more bearable.

Until one day, when the other Whumpee doesn't answer.

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I, too, like the trope 'forced to listen' with hearing agonising screams from the room at the other side of the cell block.

But I'd like to raise with:

Hearing a single gunshot followed by earth shattering silence from the room at the other side of the cell block.

[kabie-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 13

Prompt: Natural disaster / Shock collar / “Shut up!” Additional content: captivity, servant whumpee

Whumpee is allowed to sing. Usually.

Thing about Whumper is, they never tell Whumpee when they need to be silent. Most of the time they’re allowed to talk to themselves and whistle and sing as muc as they want as they go about their chores. But there are days when silence is a rule, and Whumper refuses to tell them.

That’s what the shock collar is for.

Whumper will wait until they can hear Whumpee’s voice echoing down the corridors, and then they’ll press the button on the little remote in their pocket, listening with a smile as the singing turns into agonized screams. 

“Shut up!” Whumper shouts down the hall.

The screams become muffled as Whumpee clamps their hands over their mouth.

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An Offer You Can't Refuse- Part 2

Part 1

Hero woke up to the feeling of being watched. The weight over their eyes had been lifted, and their restraints had been removed as well, judging by how they were sprawled out in bed. Bed? This bed felt much bigger and softer than their own bed. The feeling of being watched grew stronger. Who cared whose bed it was- who was watching them!? Hero’s eyes snapped open, darting around the room until they landed on- oh. Right. Them. That. This.

“Good morning, Hero,” Supervillain said softly, “I must admit, you slept so long I was worried they had overdosed you, but you seem to be alright. That’s good.”

Alright? Alright!? What about this was alright!?

“Do you often make a habit of watching people sleeping?” Hero blurted.

Did they really just say that!? Hero’s heart hammered in their chest. This was Supervillain they were talking about- one false move and they were dead. No, scratch that, death would be a mercy- surely someone like Supervillain was an expert at dishing out fates worse than death-

Supervillain just chuckled.

“No,” they said, “but after eighteen hours and no sign of you waking, I did want to check up on you. That couldn’t have all been the drugs, I’d wager. Were you overworking yourself before you were abducted?”

“Eighteen-” Hero started.

“Technically twenty-five if we’re being specific,” Supervillain said, “your little snores are quite cute, and did you know you sleep-talk?”

Hero blushed in embarrassment. More than flustered, they felt confused. Supervillain had bought them for… however much they paid for them (Hero couldn’t quite remember) and now they were waking up in a lavish bed while the mastermind made small-talk about the whole thing?

“Are you hungry?” Supervillain prompted.

“Confused.” Hero admitted.

Hero’s stomach didn’t like that answer, and it growled loudly in protest. Supervillain smiled knowingly.

“I’ll have my chef make you something,” they said, getting up, “It would be in your best interest not to leave this room.”

Supervillain left the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Hero waited until their footsteps faded into silence. They sprung out of bed and tried the door. Locked, of course. Hero formed a small icicle in their hand and started to pick the lock. After a couple seconds of picking, the icicle snapped in two. Right, well, time for something more aggressive then. Hero forced the door down with a blast of ice. Stepping over the now-warped door, they looked around for the nearest exit. They ran down a hallway and past a few different doors, before reaching a grand staircase. They checked both ways for signs of Supervillain, then descended the stairs at a breakneck pace.

They realized, as they were rushing to freedom, that they weren’t wearing any shoes. In fact, their entire suit had been replaced by silk sleepwear. Oh well, they’d just have to make a new one when they got out of here. Their hand was on the front doorknob when a rough force yanked them backwards.

Hero yelped in surprise. They craned their neck to see a large, muscular person behind them. They had an earpiece and a small microphone hooked up to them.

“Got ‘em,” they said, “taking them back now.”

The henchman started to drag Hero back by the arm.

“Hey, let me go!” Hero shouted, forming cold energy in their hand and hurling a snowball at the henchman.

“Gah- why you-!”

In shock from getting a snowball to the face, the henchman had let go of Hero, who was now making another run for it.

“C’mere you-”

Hero turned, anger burning in their eyes. If it was a fight this bozo wanted, it was a fight they were going to get. And Hero was going to win.

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A male thylacine who lived at the London Zoo from 1910-1914 By: Zoological Society London 1910s

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Prompt #3477

"You can't keep me as a pet," the villain spat.

Their captor raised an eyebrow. "You're smart enough to know that I absolutely can. Whenever I like, for as long as I like."

"Someone will realise. Someone will come for me."

They sighed. "You're smart enough to know that's not true, either."

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee kidnapped and held for a while.

Problem? They need their mood medicine, and they become more and more angry and defiant the longer they go without it while in captivity.

Cue Whumper being cursed out, threatened, and spat at by Whumpee, and then a few seconds later Whumpee is a crying and babbling mess.

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Warning

"You know what's a shame... Soon, people will not even remember you anymore."

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Whumpee snarled in return, watching with their hands bound behind their back, sitting on their knees as Whumper paced back and forth in front of them.

"I mean, hell, they'll definitely remember you," Whumper continued, ignoring the outburst. "But not in the way you'd want to. Like, how nice you were to them or how much effort you always put into things... how you helped them. Your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, your little preferences, the sound of your voi-- ah, no, wait, they'll definitely remember your voice."

He traced off ominously, a sly grin finally forming on his lips before he carried on.

"Instead, people will look away when your name falls, shudder at the memories the mere mention of you evokes. After a while, they will not even want to think about you. Because the image that comes along with you is too horrible to even think about.

All that you were, it will all be engulfed and you will be so much more. You, my dear, are about to become a warning."

He finally stopped pacing, looked at the stunned Whumpee who finally looked up with fear in their eyes.

"A warning not to mess with me," he said and knelt down in front of them, brushing a lock of hair from their face. "Don't you worry, darling, it's nothing personal."

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Can you tell us about Aaron's last days? 🥺 Or maybe give us a little fluff moment before it all turned on him?!

In Aaron's last days, he'd completely checked out. Felix thought he was coming down with something because Aaron didn't move from his bed, didn't talk, didn't eat. He just kind of stared off into space 💔 He was just waiting for the moment 😭

BUT ANYWAY!!! kind of fluff - I think I've mentioned before that Aaron and Felix actually dated shortly like normal people before it all went down hill (normal people? Felix??? I know right! as normal as Felix can get rlly.) Here's a lil drabble of them at a fairground together 😌

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"What should I call him?"

Aaron wrestles the enormous ginger teddy bear into a hug. It's way too big for him, but he doesn't care. It's his cuddly hostage he refuses to surrender. No-one has ever won a bear at the fairground for him before - his heart won't stop fluttering in his chest.

He was sure the stall was rigged. Those coconuts were not budging. After the fourth round, Aaron was convinced they were glued down. When Felix finally knocked them off by round five, albeit with a now empty wallet, Aaron felt his jaw hit the grass.

"I am not doing the winning AND the naming," Felix chuckles with a mouthful of candy floss, "you gotta pick up some of the slack here, baby."

Felix tosses his rubbish on the floor, much to Aaron's disapproval and a sharp side-eye, but all is forgiven as soon as Felix's arm slinks around his waist and reels him in, hip to hip. He presses his lips into a soft kiss to Aaron's temple, and now his stomach flutters with butterflies too.

Sometimes it all feels too good to be true. But Aaron shoves that voice deep down and buries it where it belongs. It's his self-saboteur trying to ruin something finally good.

"I think 'Calypso'..." Aaron contemplates," like the music they were playing at the stall."

"I think it's perfect, angel. Just like you," Felix purrs.

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Silent screams