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[ash-isnt-writing]

whump ahead or whatever. idk i’m tired and bored.

“Wakey wakey, princess.”

Prince Sorrel Cedar hissed as bright, white light flooded his tired eyes as bindings secured around his laid out form. He’d been woken the same nearly every morning for the past two weeks, and it was just as startling each time.

He dreaded this part of every singly day. The rest wasn’t great either, but this particular part hurt the most. When Rohesia was the cruelest to him, peeling away his flesh and leaving him to regenerate.

“Surely there’s anything else you can have as of breakfast time?” Sorrel sighed, glaring at her. His vision lagged behind, dragging across his field of view until it focused.

“Yes, but, routine is important” Rohesia replied. “Flesh is incredibly good for your skin, you know.”

“Ironic much?”

“Ironic is certainly a word for it.”

“Can you just get it over with already?” Sorrel grumbled, earning a small laugh from his tormentor’s tinted red lips.

“You’re very sour this morning, Sorrel” Rohesia replied, striding across the room toward him. “I hope I won’t have to say the same about your blood.”

Sorrel tensed, shifting in place. He knew, by now, there was no struggling, but how he wished that he could. “I think I have every right to be.”

“I don’t think you do” Rohesia replied. “Besides, if you’re anything like your father-“

“I’m nothing like my father!” Sorrel spat. It was the part that hurt him the most. Being compared to him. The only person probably any worse than Rohesia. “…Just fucking get it over with already.”

“Alright, alright” She chuckled, pulling a sharpened chunk of intentionally dirtied obsidian from her pocket. “You asked for it.”

[secretwhumplair]

I had a dream that was not so much whumpy as. Whump aftermath/backstory-y? Idk how much sense this makes but I'll put it here.

Basically there's this council of mages who have been having trouble with an ImmortalTM - a distinct, highly dangerous class of being. They have a list of known immortals but they don't know which one it is so they have a meeting where they go down the list and try to figure out who's the most likely suspect.

One of them is known as the sphinx, and was imprisoned by one of the mages a while ago after a long and whumpy struggle - being such creatures of magic, what an immortal can do to a mage is far beyond anything a regular human could survive. However, this is more of a conceptual prison. The sphinx can cause no harm currently, but what it apparently can do is promptly show up when it is discussed to scare the younger mages and re-traumatize its "plaything".

It's only a matter of time until it escapes its prison - whether it's tomorrow or next century. Immortals can wait, and mages, too, live long lives, especially when fatefully intertwined with an immortal. And when the time comes, it'll come straight for the mage who defeated it.

He felt its presence before he could see it; it was as if the room suddenly darkened, just on a whole different plane than light.

He had long since gotten used to the sphinx; it haunted him far too often, whether it was memory or something more. It was harmless now, he reminded himself.

What surprised him more were the screams rippling through the rest of the court. Some stumbled towards the far wall or exit, or dove behind chairs; some raised their staffs or hands in defense.

"Oh. You're really here."

"Why did you doubt?" the sphinx purred, stepping out in front of him. Its frills nearly brushed the ceiling. "Have you been dreaming of me?"

"You have no access to my mind." His voice came out far too feeble; it sounded like he was trying to convince himself, and he wasn't surprised the sphinx latched on to it.

"How can you be so sure? We've been so intimate." It flopped down in the center of the room, rolled on its back while twisting to look into his face. The movement was the most cat-like thing about it, really. He wondered why they even called it the sphinx. Maybe now that they'd seen it, the others wondered too.

"After all, what could be more intimate than holding someone's beating heart in your hand?"

[darkplaceblankface]

⚡Masterlist⚡

"dawg I got a final tomorrow and I'm reading erotic techno brainwash torture. I'm never seeing the pearly gates." - one of my readers

Hey, y'all, I’m Mocha, and this is my blog! All in all, it's a whump blog! I like to make pretty men suffer, so there will be a lot of that. But mostly by the hands of women, interpret that how you will.

I'm 25, she/her, you know the vibes.

TikTok for ILF-verse: @mocha2383

AO3: SilentMocha (formerly MinaMocha)

What I write...do be extreme. It's a rollercoaster ride out here. If something really bothers, lmk and I'll tag. My ao3 works are heavily tagged.

My inbox is very open, including requests/prompts. If you inspire me and identify yourself, I will shout you out in my author's notes on Ao3. Be warned. ;) Ha. My ask box is as open as James'... let's not go there.

I also answer any and all questions about the ILFverse (my beta reader never hears the end of it). I'm even open to suggestions and requests for those WIPs.

Am I going to act like I haven't been on Tumblr for 10 years and never worked a serious blog? Yeah. :) <3

I've been whumping it for a long time but I love hypnosis/mind control/brainwashing (par for the course, ifykyk) or anything psychological in general. That goes for procedures (sorry, Ben), conditioning (sorry, Paddy), and just all forms of mind manipulation.

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⚡Series⚡

If Power Remains

A series about a totalitarian matriarchy that started after women were suddenly blessed or perhaps cursed, with superhuman abilities. The roles are very, very reversed and cruelty toward men becomes the norm.

Main things that all ILF-verse stories have: Slave whump, fem/dom, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity, public humiliation, dehumanization, torture, stockholm syndrome, abuse, multiple whumpers and whumpees, carewhumpers, yandere ;)

⚡Main Story⚡

IF POWER REMAINS

If Lightning Falls

A story about what seems like dust settling on a growing empire. The Six Sisters rule the world, all at their feet. But love, rebellion, and betrayal test their bonds, tempers, and trauma.

Explanation on why ILE went away & plans about it

If Serpents Lie - coming soon

⚡Side Stories & Companions⚡

THE REGIME STORIES

If Rooms Were Sweet: Liam and Anika

The story of Liam, a ridge resident, and his desperate effort to escape by seducing a girl he used to know. That girl being a top brass Mindworker...

THE REBELLION STORIES

If Spiders Live : Ben's Story

POV of Benedict Andante, the former medical student forced into the role of the Southern Rebels' demo expert. He tries to maintain his faith, despite the will of a witch who tests it. While his sins slowly crawl up his neck.

If Facts Were Simple: Patrick's Story

The POV of the Northern Rebels' bomber, Dr. Patrick Maxwell, and his spiral into insanity and self-hatred before his capture by Colonel Wiseman. His mind is a twisted thing, but he's not afraid of anything, especially not the dark, because he's growing strong in a world that can't love him.

Snippets with Inspiration for IFWS

[justplainwhump]

Styling

Felix gets Ali a job opportunity at WRU.

Loosely aligned with the Pet Safety Series. Follows [Felix].

Content / warnings: BBU, an outsider being drawn into the system, reluctant(?) whumper pov. BBU-typical dubcon/noncon implied at the end; not explicit. Something more about WRU demo pets.

Ali had left early in the morning, after their first night. But on the kitchen counter, Felix had found a wrapped up sandwich, a bottle of water and an Aspirin. A phone number had been written all over the sandwich bag. Let me know if you liked it - A.

Smiling, Felix had texted him a photo of his lunch in the park behind the facility, careful not to reveal the location.

Ali had replied with a photo of a sandwich just like the one he'd made him, not hiding his work place, a luxury hair salon down town. Oh, look what I'm having! It's a match.

One thing led to the other, one night to the next, and to Felix' own surprise Ali grew into a constant in his life, the light touch of his kisses, the warmth of his body, the smell of his cooking, the sight of his dark eyes drinking him in in the morning.

*

"You don't actually sell cars, do you?"

It was one of the days where Ali worked an afternoon shift, while Felix had to get ready in the morning. With one leg in the dress pants, Felix paused and turned towards Ali.

"Does it matter?"

"Depends." Ali stared at him, hesitating. "Is it people?"

"Depends," Felix replied. "Some would say so. It's a matter of definition, really." He pulled the pants over his other leg and zipped them close. A part of him was getting ready to run and not see Ali again. Would be a shame, really. He'd started to like him. "They were people once. They signed up for it though."

"Pets." Ali stated it without judgement, only mild curiosity. "You're selling pets. You work for WRU?"

"Mh." Felix met Ali's gaze. "Does it... change things?"

Ali squinted, lost in thought for a moment, before he shook his head. "You think it should?"

"I've had dates who got judgmental." Felix shrugged. "It's a pretty controversial business."

"We do have pets in the salon sometimes." Ali pushed himself up in the bed. "A handful of our clients own Guards or Romantics. They bring them in, too, and we style them. I don't judge." He picked up Felix shirt and tossed it to him. "I do judge you for lying to me."

"I would've told you," Felix said, catching the shirt, heart racing at the boldness of his next suggestion. "In fact, Ali, I think I might have a job for you."

***

Ali Beheshti was and had always been a cautious man. His parents had been refugees, and a lot of their mannerisms and fears had been passed down to him. Don't trust the system. Don't trust people who pretend to know what's good for you. Stick to your own business. Always know a way out.

The first time the gates of a WRU facility slid open for him and then closed behind you with a small hiss, he wondered how Felix Kane had made him so readily betray this very part of himself.

Then Felix jogged up to him with that easy smile of his that could light up an entire room, and Ali forbid his thoughts to venture further down that route.

"So glad that you could make it! Big day today. Important client, some heartbroken youtuber who's been talked into a bet that not even a WRU pet could make him not think about his ex. However this trial ends, our products will be on thousands of screens, and I want them to look great."

Ali slapped the large trolley that held his equipment, swallowing down the unease roiling in his stomach. "I've got my red carpet set with me. I can make them camera ready."

They stepped into an elevator, and Felix pressed a kiss on the side of Ali's neck. "You're a saviour."

"Thank me later." Ali gently pushed Felix away. "This is a professional call, remember?"

"Sure." Felix grinned and swiped his id over the keypad. "I will thank you alright, love."

Ali eyed the keypad. Designed to make sure nobody could get in without a permission. Or out. "These pets," he said. "They signed up for this, right?"

"'Course they did." Felix raised an eyebrow. "They all do. Otherwise it would be illegal, wouldn't it? The ones you're going to meet - our demo pets - they have heartbreaking pasts. They're so much better off with us than they've been before. WRU saved them."

"Then why does the security look like a prison?"

Felix didn't miss a beat. "Maybe it rather looks like bank? They're worth a lot. Them and us put a lot of effort into training them to be at their best. People want to steal them. Others want to liberate them. Idiots, really. Our pets don't want to be liberated." He cast Ali a warm smile. "They're very obedient. You're safe. You don't need to worry."

"I, um. Never mind." He had not worried about that. He was too sceptical, probably. Definitely. Right? His parents had just messed him up with their fear of evil governments and imprisonment. "I... Why don't give me a quick run down already? How many are there, what styles do you want? A story you want their looks to tell?"

There were eight in Felix' responsibilty, Ali learned, eight of the so-called Romantics, various genders, various ethnical backgrounds, various stories to tell. The girl next door, the buff teddy bear, the quiet enigma, the dirty little secret, the soft dreamer, the confident performer, the spoiled princess, the devoted servant. Ali didn't dare ask, how the roles were assigned. How the people they'd been before were moulded into these shapes. It all had happened before. They signed up for it. Felix just did the sales part. And Ali just styled them. It wasn't as if his real life clients didn't come to him with stories just like these as well. Just yesterday one of hie regulars had requested to be styled like "Sin itself". This was just another job, one that challenged him in the best ways, one that paid extraordinilarily well - and one that would do a favor to the man he'd love to call his boyfriend some day. A great chance, that's what this was. Nothing less, nothing more.

Felix introduced him to the pets, one by one. They weren't supposed to be in the room together, he explained, only with clients present. Having them bond, to influence each other, would mess with their carefully calibrated training. Ali didn't try to understand that; these intricacies of Felix' job didn't need to bother him.

All of the pets that sat down in the chair in front of him shared an extraordinary beauty. All shared a quiet obedience, and the same set of mannerisms. And all of them flirted with Felix, who just replied with a generous smile. This was the one thing that did bother Ali. But then again, when Felix looked away from them, and at Ali, to give some quiet pointers at what to do, Felix' smile shifted into another one, a more private, cheeky, honest one. These were pets. Ali was a person. It wasn't the same.

"That's Noor," Felix said, when he brought over the last one, a slim man with long black hair an almost ethereal elegance to his movements. He was pierced in his lip and eyebrow, and as easily to see through his fishnet top, also elsewhere on his body. Ali found himself wonder, if that was all of it. Then, if that was exactly what he was meant to wonder about. He inhaled softly, counted to ten, hoping to banish the faint blush creeping up in his cheeks. Or the thought, of how well Felix would know the answer to that.

"Good morning, Mister Ali," Noor said softly.

"Noor?" Ali raised a brow. "A Persian name?"

"He got here right after I met you." Felix smiled. "Couldn't stop thinking about you. So I named him in your honor."

"That's-" Ali frowned. Creepy, a part of his mind whispered. Sweet, another part insisted. "Special," he settled.

Noor slid into the chair in front of him, gaze cast down, not meeting Ali's in the mirror. What had Felix said in that first night? About one of his so called "cars"? Totalled, by a client. Had to be replaced. Noor must've been the replacement. How long would he make it, then? How long the others? Ali swallowed, reached for Noor's long hair instead, letting his hands run through them carefully. It was beautiful, smooth and heavy and soothing. Could need a little more conditioner, maybe. Better care for the tips.

"Noor's the dirty little secret," Felix said, almost affectionate. "I want his hair open, shining, but in a way that makes you want to grab it, pull him around by it, you know?"

Ali wasn't sure if it was the request that made him shiver, or the way he exactly knew the feeling Felix described.

"I do", he said, his voice cracking a little. "I can do that. I'll wash his hair first, add a little treatment."

Felix nodded. "He's been good. You can be gentle."

He'd been like that before, too. Advised Ali, on how gentle to be, as if the hair styling was a part of a regimen of rewards and punishment.

Ali had mostly ignored it. He was always gentle. It would make him a horrible hairdresser, not to take care of the people- humans- beings, in the chair in front of him.

"Sure," he said anyways, and gestured Noor over to the washing basin. He checked the water temperature himself - he'd learned already at pet number three, that they'd say the temperature was fine with perfectly content smiles and soft voices, regardless if it was scalding or freezing. "You good?", he asked, still, mostly from habit.

Noor hummed in reply, a soft, peaceful noise, as Ali gently started massaging his scalp under the warm water.

Ali looked up at Felix, leaning in the door with his arms crossed, watching them with a soft smile. "He's enjoying it," he observed. "I'd love to switch places."

"Later," Ali said.

Noor's shoulders seemed to relax, his breath slowing, as Ali's fingers deftly worked his temples. He wondered quietly, how often the pets received something like that. A reward like that. And what it was for. What being good might encompass.

"You look good together," Felix said. "My favorite pet. And my... favorite person."

"Shush", Ali hissed, unable to hide the blush in his cheeks. "We're working."

"He's asleep." Felix nodded at Noor. "You're doing wonders on him. And it's good. He needs to relax anyway. I'm not meant to do favorites of course, but he is the best of them. I bet he'll be chosen today."

"Quiet," Ali muttered. His favorite person. He hadn't expected how nervous these words would made him feel. "I can't focus."

"I find it hard, too." Felix winked. "I'll think about this picture all day."

Ali reached for the conditioner and decidedly stared down onto Noor's beautiful, ink black hair, determined not to let Felix' words overwhelm him.

Thankfully, Felix did vanish shortly after, probably doing whatever else he needed to prepare for the evening, and Ali could focus on his job.

Felix returned, just as Ali finished blow drying Noor's hair. The pet looked stunning - of course he did. Ali was good at his job, after all. He worked out some strands, artfully twisting them, before he spun the chair towards Felix. "What do you think?"

"Stunning," Felix said, gaze more on Ali than on his model. "There's just something missing, for that freshly fucked look I was going for."

Ali frowned, ready to lash out against that criticism, but Felix was faster, looking at Noor now.

"Noor, dear, do you like what my friend did?"

"Yes, Felix." For the first time, Noor did look up at Ali in the mirror, a shy smile dancing on his pierced lip. "He was very nice."

"I think so, too. And I think you should thank him properly, don't you?"

Noor nodded, and before Ali could properly react to the innuendo, even make sense of what he wanted, his mind lost somewhere between Noor's smile and Felix' voice, the pet swung himself over the chairs armrest and dropped on his knees in front of Ali, looking up at him from deep brown eyes. His teeth played with the piercing in his lower lip, and there was a small dimple in one cheek, when he smiled.

Ali was dizzy. "I-- I don't think-"

"I can't tip you as you deserve, this is a company invoice after all," Felix said. "But I - we - can make you feel good anyway. Believe me. Noor will blow your mind." He smirked. "Literally."

"I- I styled his hair, but-" Ali wanted this. He didn't want it. His pants were awfully tight suddenly, his mind blank. Fuck. He should've been prepared, right? Had he been? Did he want this? He wondered how that piercing would feel.

"I respect if you don't want it, of course, I do, I just thought..." Felix voice was soft. "My boyfriend deserves some relaxation, too."

There was a soft touch between his legs, a hand moving over to his zipper. Ali didn't fight it. Boyfriend. Felix called him his boyfriend. And he wanted him to feel good. Noor wanted it, too. And fuck, if Ali's body wasn't craving it as well.

Felix smiled and stepped in.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Ali asked, huskily, as he felt his pants pulled down, and soft lips wander down his hips.

"If you want to be?"

Ali nodded, unable to speak, and Felix's lips found his just in time for Felix' mouth to absorb the little whimper escaping him when Noor took him in.

"I love you," Felix breathed into their kiss, and whatever Ali's treachereous mind had been whispering was blown away entirely.

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 8 - Torture Tuesday (Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”)

No matter how much you squirm you won’t get out - Universe

TW/CW: Conditioned whumpee, creepy/initimate Whumper, angel whumpee, demon whumper, supernatural whump, psychological whump, past physical whump, made to kneel, brainwashing Word count: 541

Harmonia had been sitting on her knees in the middle of the hall for quite some time now. Motionless like the marble floor underneath her. Perfect posture as was expected of her, perfect for an angel. The cuts in her arms and legs bleeding slowly and shining, making her into a flawless art piece. At least that's what Electra had said. And she was always right after all. Without any doubt. She knew what was right for her and what not.

The angel had barely noticed that the demoness had entered the room. Her once so sharp senses and hypervigilance had been trained out of her. They weren't cute. But now the demoness hand sneaked undeneath her lowered head and tilted it up by the chin. A little static shock going out from the touch, almost as if when you touch metal in winter. Both creatures making eye contact; galcier blue and azur blue.

"You're so much prettier this way, my little doll." She stroked her cheek with a perfectly manecured claw. "Do you remember how you were before, I wonder?", she mused.

Harmonia held eye contact since that was what Electra expected of her. But the comment filled her with dread. Her old self had been flawed, dirty and thinking about it was prohibited. She had been lost, constantly searching for her purpose. Until Electra finally gave her one. She didn't want to get punished, she had been doing well!

"Come on, my little angel. You're free to speak."

Harmonia took in a deep breath. The light robes in which she'd been clothes moving at the movement. The first one in hours. Her legs had gone numb a long time ago. "I only have a few fuzzy memories, M'am. Nothing I want to remember, if I'm allowed to say so?"

Electra smiled. She pulled her hand back and ordered Harmonia to stay like that before pacing the room slowly. "You are allowed. And I understand that you don't like to remember it, your old you was flawed, I'm sure you remember that. Lost and misguided and deprived of love. You were downright aggressive and hurt many people. And you hurt a lot. I took that pain off you and helped you cope. It isn't nice to forget about that pain? Isn't it comfortable where you are now? You don't ever want to get back, and why would you. Those people that called themselves your family didn't want you. I do. And I can make you look so noble and pretty." She scooped up a few drops of thick, shining light on her index finger and held it to the angels snow white wings. "Like this."

Harmonia's eyes stared up at the demoness from her peripheral vision, completely bewitched and in awe. She agreed with every word from her lips. Because of course she did. "Yes, M'am. Thank you, M'am."

Electra grinned sadistically, sticking her bloodied finger in front of Harmonia's face. "Clean.", she ordered. And watched as her doll instantly complied and licked her own blood off the demons finger. Even if she cut her tongue in the process. The rush of power and satisfaction was overwhelming. "Good doll.", she praised. Now kneel again, make sure you don't stop shining...(!)"

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @shattermind-8

[abhainnwhump]

1, 5, 15

1: What got you into whump?

Probably watching cartoons as a kid with whump elements. I mentioned this in my first post, but My Little Pony and Ninjago were the two main ones. I didn't actually know there was a word for all of the kidnapping and brainwashing tropes I loved so much until I was browsing Pinterest and I saw something like "Whump prompt 37".

5: Whumper-turned-Whumpee or Whumpee-turned-Whumper?

That's a hard one! But I'm going to go Whumpee turned Whumper. Whumpee takes their trauma out in an unhealthy way and traumatizes others. It's more shocking to the characters around them, especially if they were sweet before the whumpening.

15: How many whump related OCs do you have? How many have you posted?

I have a lot of OCs, but most are for my fantasy-horror-comedy novel series. I plan to post more about that at some point because oh boy do I have a lot to say.

Three of the four main characters, Ronan, Cara, and Tristan have all been whumped in some way. Ronan gets kidnapped and tortured as he's kept hostage, Cara gets possessed by a demoness named Styx and Tristan got manipulated by another demon named Acheron at 11 and it cost him an eye. Juniper is the last member of the quartet, but I can't bring myself to hurt her. Not severely anyways.

I've mentioned Melody in a post before. I plan to post her series at some point. She gets mentally and physically torn apart by a siren named Seren.

So in total, at least five, and I've only posted two.

[thewhumpingbunny]

Okay this sounds like a Whumper desperately in love with their Whumpee. I love the song "Every Time we Touch", and it's usually so upbeat and bouncy. This makes it moody and creepy, and I... FUCKING HELL, I have an animatic of Mateus singing this to a picture of Lucia in my head right now.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Ash the last reblog made me super curious. Could you tell us a little about the training and life of a demo pet? How they are picked? - theo-

CW: BBU, WRU, pet whump, docile whumpee, implied fade-to-black noncon, creepy whumpers, noncon touch (nonsexual)

The pet swallowed back his nerves and tried to stand very still, with a slight, friendly smile on his face. Position One, the first and easiest one to learn - hands clasped behind his back, spine straight, chin slightly tucked and eyes respectfully down.

He felt the shift of his soft leather collar against his Adam's apple, the warmth of its presence a constant reminder that as long as he had it on, nothing all that bad would happen to him. He would be safe... as safe as he could be.

His handler kept one hand on the trainee's back, her palm warm through the thin white t-shirt, fingers scratching just a little between his shoulder blades. She was kind - Handler Hanover was. She brought extra food from home, let the trainee prove his gratitude and devotion on his knees or his back and rewarded him all the time.

Most handlers didn't give you rewards, they just took from you. Handler Hanover was different.

The trainee liked her.

Handler Hanover knocked at the door, three sharp raps.

An unfamiliar voice spoke from inside. "Come in, Sarah." When Handler Hanover opened the door, the trainee looked up from under his eyelashes, biting down on his lower lip just a little to keep himself silent. Pets should be seen and not heard, not unless someone wants to hear them.

There was a man sitting at a desk in a three-piece suit, leaning back in his chair and looking at the trainee over the rims of his reading glasses. He was older, but there was something stern about him. The trainee pushed himself a little closer against Handler Hanover's side.

She murmured soothing reassurances against his ear.

"Is this him?" The man said, looking the trainee over. "Your recommendation?"

"Yes." Handler Hanover gently nudged the trainee forward, and he moved fluidly, sliding immediately into Position Two, kneeling with hands on thighs. He allowed Handler Hanover to raise his chin so the man could look over his face. "He's perfect, absolutely perfect. You couldn't do better."

"He does have the right kind of face." The man pushed himself to standing, walking over to them and then in a slow circle around the two. Finally, he stopped, taking a little of the trainee's black hair between finger and thumb, rubbing them together. "He's striking, very striking."

"He is." Handler Hanover's voice took on a soft warmth, and the trainee flushed, happy with her praise, a smile toying at his lips that he couldn't quite hide.

The man paused, looking his expression over, eyebrows raising. "My God, he's gorgeous. What's his des?"

"Platonic, he's scheduled for the companionship track, but I heard you were looking for someone to help with demos at the new location in the Pacific market, and... he speaks Japanese like a native." Handler Hanover laughed, and the trainee smiled along with her because it made her happy to see him smile. "Probably he was one, who knows? He walked in on his own, so..." She shrugged.

"Fair enough. But if he has family looking for him..."

"I don't think he does. I took the liberty of looking over his intake paperwork before I submitted his recommendation, and we did a pretty thorough background check at the time. He's got no one but us, sir."

The man laughed, then. The pet tried to keep smiling, to match his mirth. "Excellent. What are his skills?"

"Conversation - he's going to make a great actor for the Pacific market, sir. He's perfect at mirroring, too." Handler Hanover touched the back of his neck, just above his collar, and he shivered, black eyes slowly closing. He tipped his head to the side into the man's touch, while shifting to welcome hers. "He'll also provide, well, any kind of companionship you want."

"I thought you said his des was Platonic." The man sounded thoughtful. He brushed the backs of his knuckles against the trainee's cheek, and the trainee turned to press a kiss to a ring on his left ring finger, looking up through his eyelashes.

"It was, but... it seemed like such a waste... I took some liberties."

"I can see that." The man snorted, then turned and walked back to his desk. "Can he dance? Sing? There's a music management company in Tokyo talking about looking into a demo pet as a new musical artist."

"He can sing," Handler Hanover nodded, touching the pet's neck twice, and he remembered the signal to climb immediately to his feet. "He doesn't dance, but he's a quick learner."

"Perfect. It's good publicity for us, if we get a famous J-Pop singer who's one of ours," The man said. He looked the trainee over again. There was a pause. "Are you the only one who has... taken liberties?"

"No, sir." Handler Hanover shrugged. "Handler Petrus has been with him."

The trainee felt a shock of cold in his heart, closing his eyes and trying not to think about Handler Petrus.

"Good. Then he knows men, too. Take a long lunch, Sarah." The man grinned, leaning back in his chair again. "Take a very long lunch."

He smiled the same way Handler Petrus did, and the trainee turned to look at Handler Hanover, imploring, even pleading - but knowing better than to say a single word out loud.

"You'll be fine," Handler Hanover assured him, patting the side of his face gently. "I'll come back and I'll bring you something special, okay?"

"Yes, Handler," The trainee whispered. "But-"

"You want to get out of here, right?" Handler Hanover said, teasing, kind. "Of course you do. Being a demo is your ticket out. Just make my boss happy and you'll be a flight to Tokyo in a month or less, I promise. You deserve this, you've been amazing. Just... be amazing for a little longer, for Mr. Solomon, okay? Can you do that for me? If you go demo, sweetheart... you get a name."

The promise of a name...

The trainee nodded, trying to ignore his pounding heart, the dip of nausea and fear in his stomach. "I-... I want a name, Handler."

"I know. Just be good for Mr. Solomon. I'll be back for you." She gave him one more smile and left.

The door latched behind her with an awful, sickening finality, and the trainee turned back to look at the man at the desk - Mr. Solomon.

Mr. Solomon beckoned him with two fingers, crooked, and the trainee took a deep breath.

He straightened his spine.

He smiled, matching the man's happiness to have him all to himself, as if he felt it, too.

Mr. Solomon pointed to the floor and he sank gracefully to his knees, letting the man's thick fingers raise the delicate point of his chin, his thumb press into his bottom lip. "Hinata," He said, softly. "That will be your name. 'Hinata'. You're going to do very well, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." The trainee's eyes closed, and he kept smiling.

Dread pooled inside him as the man pulled him forwards by the grip on his chin, but he kept smiling.

[pretty-thoughts-and-a-pen]

Bleeding Red Within Black Walls

Two

Tag list: @killtheprotagonist

(I get to have a tag list??? Wild! If anyone else wants to be added let me know.)

CW: captivity, forced to watch, vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, supernatural whump

A tear slipped down Meher's cheek. It dripped off her chin and barely avoided falling into the bowl of water she held in her shaking hands. And yet, if the bowl had been filled with salt water all the way to the brim, she still would've had less reservations about drinking it.

For several seconds, she stared at the clear liquid as if in a trance, refusing to move a muscle from her position where she knelt next to the bed on which Juliet sat. The lady tapped her foot rhythmically, impatiently, and even with her head bowed Meher was entirely sure the cruel smirk on Juliet's face was still there.

A sharp cry eventually made Meher look up.

Immediately, she wished she hadn't. Her face twisted in despair at the sight of Anahita, sitting next to Juliet, leaning towards her due to the callous grip pulling on her hair. Juliet twisted her hand, making Anahita's head turn with the effort to relieve the pain in her scalp, and her bound hands shot up to try to pull off the grasp. Her efforts went to waste. Juliet was much, much stronger.

Meher turned to Juliet with tears pricking her eyes. "Please…" The word tumbled out of chapped lips, a plea for mercy for the both of them. Juliet's response was to pout as if she was the one being cruelly used in the situation.

"Get to it, already. Do you know how hard it was for me to fix up holy water? Me?"

The words grated on Meher's last nerves. She wanted to cry, scream, beg and yell at the same time, knowing Juliet had likely done nothing more than handle a cross on a stick from five feet away. And Meher was being asked to do so much worse.

But she forced herself to, knowing her situation was hopeless, and also because her sister was in the grasp of that demoness and Meher couldn't stand putting her in danger. Naturally, in the end, Juliet won out.

In one swift motion, Meher tipped back the bowl and poured the water straight down her throat.

All at once, too much of everything crashed onto Meher. Every millimetre of skin that the holy water touched burned at a devastating rate. Her mouth was on fire, tongue scorched and the inside of her cheeks seemed to be peeling away. The walls of her throat screamed with pain and every inch of her being seemed to light up with more of the same, following the descent of the water. Meher's mouth was pulled so wide open in a soundless scream, that her lips were taut and her cheeks ached under the strain. Seconds felt like hours as she waited for the bowl, which had previously seemed so tiny, to empty out.

The pain didn't stop when it did.

Meher couldn't keep her eyes open. Her body was being torched from the inside out, all the pain concentrated in her stomach and not nullifying in the least. She shook violently and struggled to stay on her knees, her head falling forward and hitting the floor, while her arms curled around her and desperately squeezed to get some form of relief. The tears were falling faster now, endless. Against this onslaught, she could only keep her eyes tightly shut, and listen to the sounds of Juliet's delighted laughter and claps.

If she had managed to look, she would've only been met with the sight of utter horror on her sister's face, one that would've certainly broken her heart. Perhaps it was all for the better.

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 3 - Trauma Thursday (Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”)

"No matter how much you squirm you won't get away" - Universe

TW/CW: Angel whumpee, demon whumper, electrocution, food whump, dehumanization, degradation, mind games, conditioning, physical whump, psycholgical whump, group whump(?), scared whumpee, reluctant whumpee, merciless whumper (here), Word count: 981

"And remember if anyone tries to help her you're all going to pay for it!", Electra warned her dolls. The group of them seated around the banquet table. Only one seat was still free, the one at the very top. The demoness standing next to the table. She gave the nixie sitting there one last gentle yet posessive pet over her head before leaving the room-letting the next events unfold.

Harmonia was let out of her room at the same time as Electra left the other one. They didn't cross each other but the angel had gotten pretty strict instructions on how to behave. Instructions she still didn't like but decided to disgruntedly accept to avoid more pain. At least she'd get food from whatever this was going to be. "Simple Dinner" she had said. Likely story!

Accompanied guarded by maids the former mercenary made it to the prepared room. The two servants halted at the door and gestured for her to go inside. They would wait outside.

Alright then, let's do this. She pushed open the doors and entered the, compared, small dining hall. Inside there were already a small amount and variety of creatures sitting around a banquet table. She scanned the room. Nobody was looking at her or rather dared to look at her. Of course, I'm new, the walking time bomb, the health hazard, she thought bitterly. Even if deep down she knew it wasn't fair of her. They most likely all went through the same things she had. Was going through. They were all stolen and captured creatures, imprisoned and trained for her profit. But wait-! Another hushed look around the room confirmed it. There was only one seat still free. At the top of the table. Harmonia's wings flapped nervously. Her muscles twitching as if before the hairy part of a mission. She Electra had instructed her clearly to be seated by the time she returned to the hall. And the punish for disobedience in front of other people was much higher than without other people, that much she had learned even in these few times. Still something about that seat didn't seem right to her. Something was off. But maybe she was simply over-reactive after all the torture. Most likely Electra just wanted to have her isolated and spotlighted and that's why she was seated there. Either way she didn't have time to waste, if she wasn't seated there would be hell to pay! So come on, just sit down! Now! Carefully she walked to the seat and sat down on it, examing her enviroment closely.

The nixie who previously had Electra's attention drops her head a little lower. The faintest ghost of a guluteral sound escaping from her body but otherwise nothing. Like all the others. Mute, still, waiting.

Then two decorated wooden door wings behind Harmonia opened. It made the angel shiver but she managed to resist the urge to jerk around and see what was going on and probably break a rule. They did nothing wrong, they did nothing wrong, they followed the order, they were seated. A pale hand appeared in Harmonia's peripheral vision. Moving forward until settling casually on the armrest of the lean chair she was sitting in. Then a cold voice.

"Harmonia, my dearest. What do you think you're doing?"

Oh. OH GOD. Her actual name. She used her actual name! Harmonia froze from head to toe completely without magic. Her spine felt as if drenched in ice water. She didn't dare speak-couldn't.

While the one hand stayed where it was Electra's other hand weaved into Harmonia's rosey, messy hair and at once pulled back harshly. "I asked you a question, doll. And when I do that I expect an answer! Understand!?", the demoness hissed coldly.

The angel whimpered. She forced herself to speak: "Yes, M'am. I apologize." With her head angeled she was forced to maintain eye contact with Electra. Vainly she searched in those glacier eyes for mercy. Or at least a sign that her apology had been good enough. But there was no mercy to be found.

"I'm waiting, Harmonia.", the demoness warned. Small strings of electricity crackling out of her fingertips into Harmonia's scalp.

Another broken whimper. Even with so little the pain was excruciating. Directly into her head. Question, right the question! "I-Your order was that I be seated when you arrive I only attempted to follow your orders, M'am."

"And you think you did well? Do you believe, my little angel, that I am satisifed with the result?"

"No-No, M'am. But I'm sorry I don't know what I did wrong."

Electra's grip in her hair tightened and at once she brutually pulled her head to the side and threw the starved body onto the surprisngly dirty floor, leaving the chair miraciously standing. Her ice blue eyes looked down at the sad figure in the dirt. "May this be a reminder to you to never. ever. attempt to sit where I sit. You are all but the dirt underneath my sole! Something like you could never be someone like me, doll! Remember this. And know your place!" And with those words she turned away and sat down, ordering her still seated dolls to look up and look alive and waited for dinner to be served.

Harmonia didn't get up, she just lay there in the dirt on her bruised side. Didn't dare move without permission. A silent tear rolling down her face-not shining. Her head still felt on fire inside. When the food was finally served Harmonia took a plate-probably originally known for her and threw it onto the dirty floor next to her, uncaring off the shards digging into her marble skin. Electra looked down at her angel, then without another word she stepped on the food and dug it deeper into the dirt with her heel.

"Eat!", she ordered simply.

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @shattermind-8

[auroragehenna]

No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Failed Escape

AI-less Whumptober

Day 20 Dehumanisation, Master and Servant kinda,

TW/CW: Failed escape, electrocution, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, quick mild gore warning, a bit of enviromental whump? Somehow??, more magic whump, light wing whump, Word count: 1'326

Harmonia had waited until the house had finally gotten quiet. She was incredibly battered after today’s torture but she had to bring up the strength for this. Since today’s torture had finally ended and she was dragged back to her quarters she had been pacing her room. Changing potions and places in unequal sequences. Harmonia suspected that she was being watched and she had to make sure she wouldn’t attract attention when she would get up eventually. She had to get out of this hellhole. She just had to. Out of here. Probably out of Gehenna. And then…somewhere. She didn’t know where and she didn’t have time to think about it any further now. Her next change was about to happen, and that one would be it. She got up from in front of the fire and walked over to the door. She leaned her back against the door and slowly slid down into a crouching sit. From there she knotted her hands into each other and tried as inconspicuously as possible to get the magic gem she stole out from under her skin. Where she shoved it in a few days ago through a cut Electra had given her. Harmonia tried her best to suppress any sounds of pain as she was forced to re-open the barely healed cut with her nails. She had to keep quiet. There! It was bloody and greasy, but it would still work. Slowly she shoved the gem towards the door and when they touched, she heard the most beautiful sound. The soft click of the lock. Carefully, she got up, ripped a part of her clothing, and make-shift-bandaged her arm with it. If she failed, Electra’s anger about the ruined clothing would be the least of her problems, she thought. Slowly she got up and squeezed herself through the door. No guards. That was weird. And concerning. Then again, the demoness had quite the ego. Wouldn’t it be like her to be so sure of herself? Doesn’t matter, she didn’t have time for this. Harmonia would have preferred to fly; she would have preferred to be as fast as possible. But she couldn’t risk the airflow alarming somebody and she had to stay low-key. So she conquered meter and meter. Hallway after hallway in this labyrinth. Always looking over her shoulder. Neck, eyes, and ears straining to pick something up. Heart racing. Finally, after what felt like eons she arrived at a backdoor that led outside. She pressed the gem at the door, praying even though it was useless down here. Blessedly the door opened and she walked outside onto wet grass. Quietly she hushed through the door and closed it behind her. Finally, she could spread her wings. They have been itching to move. She slowly flew a few meters straight into the air, keeping close to the house wall. Before she could go, she needed to make sure there weren’t any guards outside either. But even as she reached the pointy end of the roof, there was nobody in sight. There was a thunderstorm, but she was assuming that was always the case here with Electra being a lightning demon and all. Harmonia turned around and flew towards one of the edges of the mansion. The one where there were a lot of trees and bushes. The only test left was now the barriers. She had memorized and inquired how many and at what point the barriers were. As she reached the first one and fortunately passed though it started to rain. Maybe she could really do this. Through the second barrier, stronger rain now. She avoided the tree crowns, getting more and more reckless in the need to escape. She was soaked as she reached the third barrier and pressed the gem against it. It gave and then everything exploded in white.

--

Wet. Wet and constant. That was what Harmonia felt as soon as she was able to feel anything again. Anything aside from pain. She turned her head and something stung faintly in her cheek. Grass. She was laying on grass. “Get up! You weren’t even unconscious, so get. Up!”, Electra ordered her angel with a voice colder than a glacier and with a far more dangerous edge.

Groaning Harmonia got up on all fours only to be kicked in the side by Electra’s boot and end up on her stomach again and push herself back up on her knees. Truthfully damage control was useless at this point but she couldn’t help clinging to the hope that it would help at least a tiny bit. She only now noticed that her wings felt like they were on fire and as she turned her head a micro-bit she knew why. Countless feathers were black and scorched. Her beautiful wings. That and the realisation that she failed was enough to make tears well up in her eyes.

“I am not even going to waste my breath on you too much. You know what you’ve done. You will face the consequences for it tomorrow. Follow me, you won’t be going back to your quarters tonight, obviously, your loyalties are not sufficiently adapted yet.”

“This can’t be happening. I was so close”, Harmonia whispered to herself.

Electra who had already started walking back towards the house stopped in her tracks. She didn’t turn around but her cold expression suddenly started to melt a bit until it broke into a grin. She chuckled. “Do you really believe that?”

Harmonia looked up to her silhouette through the hazeof tears in her eyes.

“You really believe that was all you? Oh, my stupid, stupid doll. Never make the mistake of underestimating me again. All of it, from the gemstones to you stealing one, over the unguarded perimeter, all of it, was a set-up. A test if you want. And you failed. And in the morning you will pay the consequences for your actions. Now! Move!”

Harmonia got up on shaky legs and winced when her burned feathers shuffled. She didn’t want to make the demoness even more mad so she hurried behind her. They really didn’t go the way to her own quarters. Electra led her up the stairs. No word was spoken but there was a tension in the air around them and Harmonia was sure it wasn’t just her imagination. Who knew with that woman. Finally, they halted in front of a big double door. Carved into the wood were the outlines of jewels and lightning flashes and much more.

A maid waiting outside the door opened it and let the two of them in. It was a big room kept in low lighting, with a grand bed, many windows and another cheminee.

Electra ordered Harmonia to wait and walked to the bed. Once there she crouched down and pulled out a heavy chain from underneath the bed. On the end of the chain, there was a thin metal collar. She ordered Harmonia to come and kneel next to her.

Harmonia did as she was told and Electra closed the collar around her throat and connected the short chain to the bedpost next to her head. Then she walked to a cupboard and pulled out a rope. With that, she walked back to Harmonia and ordered her to stretch out her legs. After she had bound them together she spoke again: “You will sleep here for the next time. Until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. And a word of advice, you don’t want to disturb me. Now, sleep.”

Again Harmonia did as she was told, what choice does she really have? She turned around with her bound legs and laid down on her stomach, her head resting on her arms to prevent the collar and chain from digging into her. From the exhaustion and the pain, she fell asleep pretty fast, she could just hope, that she could bear whatever was going to happen tomorrow…

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @whumpasaurus101, @ailesswhumptober

[auroragehenna]

No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TW: Electrocution, knife whump, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, non-con touch (non-sexual

Word count: 2‘043

Harmonia was once again questioning her life choices. But this time she fucked up big time. And that even though everything was going so well. Even if she was still new to the people that had hired her, she was sure she could pull this off if she put her all into it. Now she was lying next to her target, partially restraining one of the princess’s arms and one of her own arms stretched out over the princess’s throat. Her right arm was restrained by the other girl whose free hand was around her own throat. When she finally managed to pry the hand away from her throat, the partially restrained arm managed a touch in return.

“I don’t necessarily need to choke you Angel and you know it. Do you know that at a certain voltage lightning becomes really hot?”, the princess taunts.

Harmonia subconsciously tried to wiggle away from the touches on her throat, but it was no use. A dulled-out part of her brain wondered weakly about the lightning. Didn’t the princess have different magic?

“So, what are you going to do, huh? Torture me? Interrogate me simultaneously? Kill me?”

“So impatient.” The princess laughed.” It’s like you’re begging me to hurt you.”

Harmonia scoffs: “You wish.”

“Oh, sweetheart if I wanted to get you begging I could. But that’s no fun yet.”

“I. would. rather. die.” Harmonia shoots back. “Alright, sure.” The princess conjures a ball of lightning. After a few moments, she begins to speak again. “Okay, that voltage should be deadly even for angels.”

In the next second, she directs the lightning onto Harmonia.

And the last thing Harmonia knows is every fibre of her being on fire, every muscle contracted. Then blackness.

Electra got up on her feet and swooped the unconscious angel into her arms. Then she went to the door, laid a hand on it, and watched as the rectangle turned into a portal looking into a room with a stone floor, no windows and a cheminee. The demoness walked through the portal and entered the other room.

There already waiting were two other creatures.

“You, clean this!”, she ordered a boy that appeared to be a fey. “And you, go fetch me some clothes, I think the same size as yours should suffice.”, she ordered an older-looking centaur.

The two creatures hurried to do as told and shortly after both tasks were completed. The two returned to their places in front of their owner, kneeling with lowered heads.

Electra approached them and halted a few paces before them. “Rise.”, she ordered, more gently this time. The creatures instantly obeyed, standing in front of her and shyly holding eye contact. Then Electra gently stroked their hair. “Well done, my dolls.” She could feel how eagerly her dolls leaned into her touch. Then she heard Harmonia move a bit behind her. She let go of her dolls and tried not to visibly enjoy the despair in their eyes at that. “Leave us.”, she ordered and they left the room.

-----

Slowly but surely Harmonia came out of the thick black. Regaining each sense after the other. She felt groggy as if she got run over by a herd of pegasi. Next, she registered that she was laying on her stomach and tried to stretch her wings but nothing happened. Trying to move a finger or her legs did her no good either. That sped up her coming back to consciousness drastically because now adrenaline pumped through her veins. Harmonia tried to move her head; that was the only thing that worked. However, she froze right back up as she heard steps echo through the room behind her. It couldn’t be a big room if it reverberated like that she thought dully. The steps come to a halt next to Harmonia’s head and, even with her instincts screaming at her not to, she turned her head towards them.

“So, finally awake huh angel? You nearly had me worried if I took too much voltage and if you’re so much more fragile than the other angels I met.”

Harmonia recognized the voice and finally through clouded consciousness and adrenaline her memories set in.

“Demon-bitch.”, she pressed out in response.

The other just laughed. Ma’am will do just fine.”

„Go home!“

The demon‘s smile dropped off her face and the playful spark left her eyes. She stepped closer, crouched down, and grabbed Harmonia by the throat, nails digging into the skin ever so slightly. „Watch your mouth, dear. You won‘t like what happens otherwise.“

“Oh, really?”, Harmonia choked out before the demon cut off her air completely. Slowly Harmonia runs out of air but not without glaring daggers at her capturer.

Moments before the angel could pass out, the other let go and got up again. She moved her finger a tiny bit and watched the young woman start to cough and curl in on herself ever so slightly. Her eyes widen in surprise before white, marble-like fingers reach up to her throat to gently touch the sensitive red. She squeezes her eyes shut for a second before the moment’s gone and she straightens up again.

With a kick, the demon turns Harmonia on her back, where she puts a foot on her stomach, pressing down. “I technically just wanted to get you settled in right now, but if it’s your wish to misbehave then I can reschedule and we’ll hold your first lesson instead. What will it be?”

Harmonia narrowed her eyes in pure hatred but then retreated to a neutral expression and body language.

„Very good. Sit up.“

Harmonia pushes herself up, into a sitting position and stretches her wings.

„Now kneel.“

Harmonia’s eyes snap up and find hers. She straightens up and barely noticeably holds her head up higher. Her whole face is now closed off again.

The demon sighs. “Listen here doll. We both know how you got here. It was your own fault really. You and your pile of puny little feathered choir kids tried to assassinate a princess of Gehenna. You greatly underestimated the difficulty of doing that and ran into our trap. My trap. That goes to show that you obviously weren’t made for complexity. So, I took you in and now all you have to do is look pretty, entertain me, and obey. And we can do this the hard way or the easy way, both works well for me, just know that eventually, the ending will always be the same.”

Harmonia stayed stoic but the demon could see a flicker in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Alright then, the hard way. I’m just going to make some things clear before we begin. My name is Electra but you won’t address me like that. You will address me as Ma’am. Always. You will do whatever I say and remember the rules I give you. Break a rule you will get punished depending on the severity of your disobedience. Behave nicely and you get rewards. Understood, so far doll?”

“I heard you.”, the angel bit out.

“Excuse me?” Electra’s voice got a threatening nuance.

“I heard you…Ma’am.”, she forced out eventually.

It was painfully forced but it was something. Progress is progress Electra thought to herself.

“Now then. Let’s start with your training, shall we.”

And before Harmonia could react her body lit up in pain and the air filled with the crackling of electricity and Harmonia’s half-suppressed groans.

After what feels like a whole eternity Electra draws back her electricity. She inspects the angel laying before her on the ground. Still twitching from the electricity left in her body. “Kneel.”, Electra orders.

“Fu-Fuck-you.”, Harmonia bites out. She glares up at her in rage.

“Hmm, seems like this isn’t going with you, is it? Pure physical pain isn’t your thing, huh, doll? Let’s try something else as well. She pushed her hand forward towards Harmonia, who was thrown against a wall of the room. There she kept her, not being able to move a finger. Her angel’s eyes went wide as she watched Electra slowly advance towards her. “I believe you got something wrong here, my dear doll. You believe you’re your own person. You believe this isn’t your life. That I am…unjust.” Electra came to a halt in front of Harmonia. “That faux life of yours ended the second you took on that job. This is your life now. I am your life now! You will comply, and if you keep up your defiant façade I will put you through worse than you could even fathom. But that’s messy. So, I will give you a gift, a warning, not to defy me.” Electra burned away Harmonia’s shirt and lit up her finger with lightning. “Don’t worry, this won’t shock you.” She pressed her finger on the skin above Harmonia’s heart and let the lightning sink into her skin.

“You demon-bitch, what did you do to me?!-Argh!”

Pleased with herself Electra sees tiny lines spread out from the angel’s heart, carving themselves into her skin. There was no blood flowing out but Electra made had made sure it hurt.

Harmonia follows her gaze and sees the lines as well. They reminded her of cracks, or rather…lightning and she knew she would shudder if she could. “Wtf did you do?!”

This time her angel only sucked in air sharply in response to more pain flaring up.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dear doll, you really need to get brighter.”

This earned her a sarcastic look from her angel which resulted in the carved lines spreading out more.

Electra grabbed her angel by the jaw and leaned in close as she said: “Understand that you are mine to own and mine to do whatever I please with. This is your only purpose.” She shifted her hand to caress the side of her face, claws ever so slightly touching the skin. With a flick of her hand, she released her angel and swiftly caught her in what seemed like a hug. Gently she then started to pet her doll’s wings and murmured in her ear: “Do you understand that now, doll?”

Harmonia was sure her tormentor could feel how she was shaking against her. She had the urge to twitch her wings away from the touch but was too scared that the demon might hurt them.

“I’m waiting, Harmonia-doll.”

Harmonia choked on air before she managed a shaky. “Yes, Ma’am. I understand.”

“You understand what? Say it, doll.”

“I understand that this is my purpose. That I am yours to own, yours to do whatever you please to do with me. Ma’am.”

“Very good, doll.”

Harmonia avoided her tormentor’s cold eyes when she finally let go of her after a last pet over her wings. Electra observed her angel for a few moments. She was not perfectly happy with her progress yet but could see that her angel was too emotional to work efficiently.

“I will send a maid to bring you food and water to wash yourself. You are to not interact with them, they won’t react to you anyway. Do that and then go to sleep. I expect you well rested and ready for tomorrow’s training. Do you understand, doll?”

“I understand, Ma’am.”, Harmonia answered, now more exhausted than scared.

“Good.” And with that Electra left the room, magically locking the door again behind her.

Harmonia just stood there, still shaking. How did she get here?? How??? Eventually, she zoned back enough to shake her head and walk to the fireplace. There she sat down, her wings around her and tried to get warm despite the cold of the stone floor and the shock. When the maid came she gladly ate the dinner and washed herself with a warm cloth. After she changed into the new clothing she rolled herself in front of the fireplace, wings covering whatever bit of her they could. She wasn’t given a blanket and the stone was hard but she was used to harsher conditions and terribly exhausted from the torture and the adrenaline. So, she fell asleep quickly. Drifting off in an uneasy rest.

[auroragehenna]

No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friendly chat

CW/TW: Posessive Whumper, fantasy whump, implied family issues, implied fantasy drugs, magic exploitation, Word count: 1'363

Electra summoned Harmonia to one of the living rooms today. Harmonia doesn’t know why; she can’t remember doing anything wrong. At least nothing Electra knows about, besides, there’s never torture in the living rooms. Still, she‘s worried as she follows the two maids through the halls. They never talk to her. Barely look at her. And when they do their gaze is full of scorn. When Harmonia arrives in the living room Electra awaits her in an armchair.

“Sit, doll.”, she orders and points to a little stool diagonal from her chair.

Harmonia gives the stool a look, a glint of disgust hushes over her face and promptly the familiar pain erupts on her torso. But she still sits down.

“How are you, my doll?”

“I am fine. Aside from you know, getting held captive and getting everything taken away from me.”

Electra gave her a cold look and watched as Harmonia twitched and clasped her hand around her shoulder where no doubt the lightning pattern grew again, cutting itself into her marble-like skin. “I would like to get to know you better, doll. So why don’t we talk while you make yourself useful, hm. I hope for your sake that you have practised as I ordered you.”

“I did, Ma’am.”

“Good. Then don’t make me ask twice.”

“Of course not, Ma’am!” Harmonia lowered her head and her gaze started to glaze over. It sickened her to the core to address the demoness like that. To obey whatever she said. To be used this way. But she figured she could mostly stay out of trouble if she went along with it. If she played her part convincingly enough she might just be able to fly under the radar and avoid becoming like the others she sometimes caught a glimpse of. Broken. It worked well so far. Mostly.

Before she could really zone out Electra snapped her fingers in front of her Angel’s face. She flinched and looked back up to her with wide eyes. “Don’t you dare try to ever.hide yourself from me, doll, do you understand!?”

“Understood, I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

Harmonia’s gaze glazed over again and soon enough her eyes started to shimmer. A few moments later brilliant tears started to trickle down her face, filling the room with dancing beams and rainbows. She picked up a vial from the floor next to her and started to carefully collect the tears in that vail.

“Tell me about your heritage.”, Electra’s voice sounded from the armchair diagonally above her.

With a deep breath, Harmonia obeyed: “I was born in Paradisio, coming from a family of low nobility. I made a mistake, messed up my future and they disowned me.

“What mistake?”

“So you know how in noble society there’s always those fancy, pretentious, parties? Yeah, whenever I could, I avoided going there. More often though I had no choice in the matter. And one of those times it happened. I was paying my duty and talking to these peacocks as one of them, a higher rank, approached me. He started harassing me, talking down to me and downright provoking me. I was tyring my best to stay calm but…- “

“You obviously failed.”

Harmonia threw a sarcastic look at the demoness, figuring that the pain was worth it. “Yes. I did. I snapped and I…poured my beverage over his wings.

For the first time in her storytelling, Harmonia gives off a hint of embarrassment.

“You did what now?! Wow. You really have no idea of respect, but nothing to worry about, I will eradicate that. It’s a miracle really that they only shamed and disowned you. Why did you stay in Paradisio?”

Harmonia tried to ignore the threat the demoness dropped so casually and focus on her answer instead. “Where else should I have gone? I don’t know anything else. Thus, I stayed and had to make a living for myself. Even if we were only lowly high-born my parents insisted on a high-standard education for me and my siblings. Thus, I had skills in multiple different branches. But even with that I couldn’t really find a place for myself. That’s how I ended up finding more…unconventional jobs. Finally, I had something I was good at! And I stayed doing that, working for a lot of different people until I ended up here.”

“So, every choice you made, led you to me. Can’t you see? It was supposed to be like this.”

“Oh, get fucked…Ma’am.” She caught another tear in the vial. “Great job Harmonia. That’s staying under the radar.”

Electra’s gaze hardened, but she knew her curse mark was already doing its job punishing her. Instead, she just bowed forward in her armchair, supporting her head in one hand. “Angels are hilarious you know. Though I have to say you aren’t the funniest one.”

“Wow.” Harmonia cocked an eyebrow. “Did you decide to change your game from threatening me to insulting me?”

“Oh no, doll, that wasn’t an insult. You may not be funny, but you’re…intriguing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“For example, for an angel, you swear an awful lot. And you’re wings why are they brown?”

“With all due respect, Ma’am. I’ve already been disowned, shamed, and now captured, why would I still try to refrain from things like swearing? (I have no clue why her wings are brown?)”

“I suppose you’re right. Though you’d do good to remember to hold your tongue here, doll. And just so we’re also clear on that, I will not accept such behaviour as with your higher ranks. Now, the loss of your family, how did that make you feel?”

“I-It hurt of course. Still does a bit. But I’ve come to realise that I don’t want somebody as a family who would cut their loved one off that easily. I made it on my own. Somehow.“ Harmonia collected a last tear and pushed the cork onto the vail.

Well, you’d be a shitty Morningstar. But…there might be something else. Electra thought to herself. „Yes, you did. You had found a place for yourself. Somewhere where you finally…belonged. Right?“, her voice had imperceptibly gotten a luring undertone.

„I…Yes, Ma‘am.“

Electra sighs. „Doll, what did we say happens when you lie to me?“

Harmonia flinched and avoided the demoness‘ eyes until the pain of the marks forced her to look back at her. „…I never really felt like I belonged, Ma‘am. I always felt a bit…lost I suppose. Like…- “

„-Like you didn‘t have a purpose?“, Electra finished her angel‘s sentence. For the pieces finally fell into place. Harmonia just looked at her, not daring to say another word and visibly uncomfortable with the vulnerability this information caused. She sat back in her armchair and looked at Harmonia. „You had a purpose, a life ahead of you as a fair noble lady. Even if you didn’t like it, it gave you structure and identity. But then all of a sudden it got ripped away and you were left to fend for yourself. Always alone. Never right.“ She noticed her angel‘s wings lowering and had to suppress a triumphant grin. „Harmonia you don‘t have to feel like that anymore. I know all of this feels like a curse to you. And it hurts. But it only hurts because you resist. How can you be so sure that this isn‘t what you were supposed to do? We already established that every step you took brought you here, to me. And I took you in, I am giving you my time to help you learn and soon it won‘t hurt anymore. If you just comply, you will see it too. This is where you belong, this is your home.“

Harmonia didn‘t find words but the demoness didn‘t look like she expected a response. She took the vial, opened it, and pulled out a sterile syringe.

„You can go back to your quarters; it is late and you should sleep.“

„Of course, Ma‘am.“, Harmonia managed, she got up on tingling legs and hurried back to her quarters. Once there she rolled herself in front of the fireplace and fell asleep, the woman‘s words repeating in her mind.

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