#imprisoned

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The Torture of the Vestal Virgin by Jean-Frédéric Schall

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If Scarecrow doesn't calm down, he's going to be kindling.

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[bobauthorman]

One Piece is a story about freedom...

...But our hero sure gets put into a cage a lot.

[whumpetywhump]

Bad And Crazy - Ep. 12

[thunderstruccc]

The grippers are out

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My uni teacher who was apparently a former inmate was hired by Americans on a high security prison project because of his knowledge of brand new laser technology, only to end up imprisoned by them in said prison.

[dingbatnix]

Sooooo I had Imprisoned thoughts : D

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Poor Sapnap isn't doing well, but he has taken care of his wounds as best he can. He's wrapped his cut with strips of his overshirt, and used the rest of it as a sling for his arm. His bandana has been repurposed as a hair tie for a bun, because otherwise his hair (soaked through and wet) clings to his face and neck and it's gross.

Dream tries to strike up conversations pretty often, but Sapnap usually blows him off, or ignores him. He doesn't try and fight, or hurt Dream physically, too afraid for Karl's safety, but that doesn't mean he can't cuss the absolute shit out of Dream.

Sapnap can't do much but sleep and (very rarely) talk to Dream, so he's incredibly bored out of his mind. Sometimes he can hear Dream's plans, when the man is muttering to himself, and sometimes he can hear Dream speaking to someone else (was that...Punz?) but other than that...his life has become very boring.

The worst part is, he can't really exercise, due to his wounds, and the lack of space in Dream's stomach, so he can feel himself becoming weaker and weaker and weaker.

...he doesn't know if he'll ever get out. Sapnap has never known the effects of depression...but now? He was learning.

...he hates it.

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So! Those are my thoughts! Poor Sapnap is struggling, oh no. Will he ever manage to escape? Will someone rescue him? Will he re-befriend Dream and get let out? Who knows! For now, tho, he's kinda stuck : D

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Part 2: They Thought He was the Villain

CONTINUATION :)

Note- Sorry the partner isn't in this one but there is a good amount of mentioned torture, non con manhandling, nonsexual nudity etc... BUT she will return!

Part 1

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When they took the hood off of him he was in a concrete room. He kept his eyes on his knees on the floor, not daring to bring them any higher. At least the tears had stopped, dried salt on his cheeks now.

“Villain, you stayed hidden for quite some time. I have to say I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were capable of that.”

The boots in front of him were familiar. He knew these boots. He would never forget them. It was foolish of him to think that he could leave them in the past.

A hand reached down and took his chin to lift it. He closed his eyes, clenching them shut.

“Look at me Villain, open your eyes.”

The fingers gripped tighter, verging on painful… a warning.

“Open them.”

So he did. In front of him, better illuminated, was the personification of his nightmares, the Captain.

“You know…. I couldn’t have shocked you back there. But it was good to know you still respond to the threat. Perhaps our training was more effective than I thought.”

He couldn’t have… But the words- the feeling, so visceral. It hadn’t crossed his mind to not obey, nothing had in fact. Just pure fear. And now shame. Coiling deep in him, so pathetic.

And now the collar was back too, the Captain linked a finger through it, Villain winced at the touch, all to aware of how easy it was to set off.

“You’re quieter now. I like that. I wonder if that pretty girl liked that. Does she know what you did? Or more to the point, what I did to you?”

He shook his head minutely, pathetic tears threatening again.

“Should have known that would you ruin more lives while you were out, more than your own… Good thing we’ve got you back home, huh?”

He blinked back the tears, trying not to make a sound but not lifting his hands to wipe them away. Not that he could.

“I asked you a question, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir-“ Villain whispered back with a quivering voice.

The grip tightened again. He choked on his congestion trying to speak, “I- am happy to be home -sir.” Tears wouldn’t stop falling.

He sighed and paced the room a few steps away from him, “…But you’re going to have to be punished for what you did- all the time and resources wasted on bringing you back. You know that right? How wasteful you’ve been?”

He closed his eyes again, tears spilling out silently as he nodded.

“Mhm." Then he paused for a few beats, perhaps savoring the moment, "If you don’t fight it, it may be easier, it’s up to you.”

It wouldn’t be easier, he knew that.

“Bring him over to intake. We will begin in the morning once he’s processed.”

Rough hands grabbed him, pulling him up off his knees and dragging him forward. He trained his eyes back downwards, too familiar with what would come next.

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First they removed the chains. Then his clothes- just a pair of boxers and thin pajama pants anyway. Then he was chained to the shower room wall for the power washing.

…

He wish he didn’t scream.

—-

After:

The institutional lice powder,

Shaving his head- the long inches of freedom sheared away to the floor,

Dental and cavity checks,

... Then the first dose.

—-

“Villian, you know how this goes. Take it.”

The guard was impatient, irritated when Villain didn’t open his mouth for the tablets to be poured in.

But Villain couldn’t open his mouth. It wasn’t a choice so much as a sheer inability to. He wasn’t crying anymore, he was too dehydrated for that. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t… willingly take it again.

“They said he was already trained.”

A radio screech filled the room, “Medication reinforcement for Prisoner 3620.”

There was no retreating, he was already surrounded.

The steel door buzzed and clicked.

—-

Everything else went quickly after that. He fought, or at least he tried.

They beat him until he was wheezing on the floor and then pried open his mouth, poured the pills in, and closed it for him, holding his nose closed and massaging his throat to force him to swallow.

He wasn’t given clothing yet, that was to be earned.

—-

Then he was alone.

Not that it mattered. He was too disoriented to even know that. But he knew there was a grief.

He was home again.

—-

“Villain, I am surprised you refused your medication yesterday, I thought you liked it, a pathetic thing like you, the sedation must be a relief.”

His left cheek was still on the concrete floor, eyes vaguely unfocused staring ahead at the boots again.

“But then again, I knew a little obedience training would be in order, I work miracles but you did weasel out after all...

Don’t worry though, you’ll never want to do that again.”

He blinked.

A boot caught him in the stomach.

“Are you listening, Prisoner 3620? I am going to make you good again, better than before and I am going to enjoy it… You might not though.” There was a familiar smile. A familiar pleased voice.

“Get him up.”

Two guards shifted him to sitting against the wall of his cell. Again, the hand under his chin, so he made eye contact. Like he was trained.

The man kept speaking but the words warped and muddled in the air, the medication was taking him under again.

Then the beating began. Again.

Then he was wet, soaking and cold. The beating continued. There was blood in the water.

The voices continued. He tried to drag himself away at one point. Then the shocks started. He stopped trying to get away. He thought he remembered how this went. Someone laughed. Then black.

…

Then there were the boots again, he didn’t know how he got there, he couldn’t quite focus.

Shock- He understood this. They wanted him to pay attention.

He was being dragged somewhere. He wouldn’t get into the chair, more shocks. Why did he have to be bad. He didn’t like being bad.

He woke up in a chair, strapped in. How had he gotten there?

There were men in white coats. Another injection.

Another?

“My shifts ending in 20, up for a drink after?”

“Sure, Marie’s at her sisters tonight with the kids.”

“Poor bastard, we’re going to have to hose off the chair after.”

A laugh.

“Get Simmons to do it.”

He was on the ground. Boots.

He was wet. Soaked through.

Blood or water?

“Villian, one last time, will you do as the captain says or would you like more shocks?”

What did the captain say?

He was drowning, he couldn’t breath.

He was on the ground.

Why didn’t he have any clothes on?

Where was F-?

“If he won’t eat, force feed, he doesn’t get out that easy.”

Ground. Something sharp.

Boots.

Electricity.

Water.

Boots.

Crying.

And crying.

“Pathetic piece of shit. How’d he ever manage to get out in the first place?”

“Beats me, but when it happened, the Captain went ballistic, something in him snapped. Obsessed with the bastard… accidentally killed a different prisoner right after.”

“You think he’ll kill this one?”

“No, but the poor bastard would be lucky if he did.”

Shock. Puddle of water.

Someone was stroking his head. Someone was combing his wet blood soaked hair with their fingers.

“That’s it... attaboy, you’re learning again.”

He groaned a small pitiful noise.

“You can be good, you’re showing me that right now. Mhm… Good boy.”

His head wasn’t on the concrete and there were no boots.

His head was on khaki. A leg.

“Ah-ah. Don’t move.”

A hand gripped his hair. It hurt. A warning.

He thought it had been buzzed? When was that?

He stopped. And his breathing stopped too. But the bone deep pain in every inch of his body persisted.

“I bet you wish you were dead right now.” The voice mused playfully.

Did he? It made sense, maybe he did.

The hand went back to stroking, “Too bad you’re mine. And you’re going to stay here forever... Never allowed to die. Never allowed to leave.”

He thinks he remembers this. Something like this before.

He’s home. Isn’t he?

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Febwhump 2023 - No.14 - Captivity

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

Bheem works to rescue the best friend he wrongly believed had betrayed him, in the masterpiece of bromantic cinema that is RRR.

[castelias-cat-queen]

Well! That was a nasty fight, wasn't it?

How embarrassing that it ended in my loss, on live television no less.

Still! Life goes on! Ç'est la vie, as they say in Kalos.

I'm quite the shrewd businesswoman, you know. The moment I realised I wasn't winning back there I started building some new little ventures in my head.

So far, they've been wonderfully successful, as you can see by my access to a Rotom Phone... I even have a Pellipper Mail setup, straight to my 'Cell.'

Though, to call it that is a bit of a misnomer. I've already upgraded quite a bit. I have my own shower, kitchen, and private garden here... Though not without tremendous effort, of course.

All in all, I think I'll quite enjoy this new direction that life is taking me~!

See you around, darlings~

Toodles~!

:)

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Changing of the Guard, Part 2

WoW Birthday Whump Day 13: Natural disaster / Shock collar / "Shut up!"

Prompt List

first part

TW: imprisoned, electrocution, earthquake

Context: It has been several weeks since Henry has been appointed as Dragon Keeper. Arcturus has come to value their friendship. But the magic designed to keep Arcturus imprisoned might be stronger than Henry had anticipated.

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It wasn’t the distant rumbling that signaled to Arcturus that something was off. He was used to inexplicable phenomena in a world where wizards could conjure storms and create fire with nothing but a source to draw from. Earthquakes were uncommon in the valley, sure, but not unheard of.

It was when Henry arrived hours before he was supposed to.

During the weeks since his appointment as Dragon Keeper, Arcturus had gotten to know Henry quite well. More than he had any of his previous Keepers. And the boy had not raised his hand against Arcturus. Not once.

He had a good heart.

Surprising, given the upbringing Arcturus had come to expect of the Order. But such was the passage of time for humans. Death came knocking, and new generations replaced the old, removed from the reasons for their ideologies. And so cultures change. Such a thing was obvious to someone with a longer lifespan, such as Arcturus. But anyone who’s studied history can come to the same conclusion. 

From what Henry had told him during their visits, it was pure luck which resulted in his appointment. He was one of many apprenticed wizards, never even set his sights on Dragon Keeper. But when Lars fell ill, the Order drew lots among the apprentices. It was clear by their actions they did not understand what sort of person was expected to be a Dragon Keeper.

In a way, Arcturus pitied Henry as much as Henry seemed to pity Arcturus. The boy was a black swan among his predecessors. It was only a matter of time before one of the more rigid members noticed his milder disposition. 

So the first thing on Arcturus’ mind when Henry entered the cavern, long before the day had elapsed, was that the Order had discovered what was happening.

“What are you doing here?” Arcturus asked softly.

The boy hesitated, the golden light floating above his hand flickering briefly before stabilizing. He’d gotten better at keeping his magic from reacting to his emotions under Arcturus’ guidance, but he still had far to go. “An earthquake has struck the valley,” he said, “I was sent to make sure you haven’t caused it.”

Arcturus snorted, wisps of smoke puffing from his nostrils. “These chains greatly hamper my magic. I might be able to shake my cavern, but not the entire valley to such magnitude. You know this. Why are you really here?”

Henry was silent for a long time. Far away, deep in the valley, the earthquake continued. The vibrations reaching Arcturus’ prison were pitiful, but it must truly be devastating if he could sense it even at this distance.

“I’ve decided,” the boy finally said, his light brightening, “that we are leaving.”

Arcturus blinked in surprise. “Leaving? We?!” It had been a long, long time since he’d been rendered nearly speechless from shock.

“Yes,” was Henry's response before he crossed the cavern, purpose in his stride. Arcturus watched him carefully. Was this some sort of trick? As the thought crossed his mind, Henry reached Arcturus and put his hands on the chains. He murmured the words to a disintegration spell, one Arcturus hadn’t heard in many, many years.

As the chain crumbled into dust, it glowed with electricity, a last-ditch effort in case of escape. The pain that followed was like a thousand sharp needles digging underneath Arcturus’ scales, burning across his body like wildfire. His muscles spasmed, and he could only watch as Henry crumpled to the floor, shaking and thrashing, the scent of burning flesh heavy in the air.

The shock passed as soon as it had begun, and Arcturus lay limp, focusing on his breathing and trying to remember the spells for healing. The chains were designed specifically for him, they would have released enough electricity to incapacitate him.

The boy had taken most of the bolt upon himself. He wouldn’t survive without intervention. 

And Arcturus would rather spend an eternity imprisoned than do nothing for the first human he ever considered a friend. The words of a healing spell fell from his lips as he struggled to get off the ground. The magic flowed around Henry, mending the damaged skin of his hands and sinking into his body. His muscles relaxed, and his breathing eased as the magic put him into a healing sleep. When he awoke, his memory would be the only thing remaining of the injury.

Arcturus didn’t dare do the same for himself. With Henry now incapacitated, it was up to him to get them both out. He gently picked up the boy in one of his claws and, for the first time in decades, walked along the tunnel to the outside world.

It was snowing, the tiny frozen droplets cold against his scales. Far below, the grove in the valley shook, still affected by the earthquake. Arcturus breathed the freezing air in for several moments before setting his sights south and spreading his wings to their full span.

How good it felt to finally stretch them out after all these years! He doubted he would get very far on them, weak as they were, but it would be far enough. The Order would never find them again.

“Don’t worry, Henry,” he said softly to the sleeping boy, “we’re going home.”

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[a-mentally-ill-writer]

Does anyone else come across caged hilichurls or is it just me

And can someone explain why tf I find this funny as hell

also why the fuck is he in a cage, did he befriend the unusual hilichurl or some shit? And now he’s ostracized from society? Are there some hilichurl laws that we don’t know about? Who makes these decisions? So many unanswered questions, someone get me in contact with that Musk kid who keeps wasting my time with poetry, someone’s gotta have some damn answers

[jodragen]

Bird in A Gilded Cage by jodragen

Sparrow learns that not all Hybrids are friendly…. Wonder if he can sing?

[zukosdualdao]

the completely silent scene of katara refilling water jugs when she sees haru's mother standing alone and then she looks back and katara just knows haru's been taken... completely chilling.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

June 16, 2023 – Matthew 25:37-40

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

New International Version (NIV)