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[a-muzzled-hound]

RED WINE

TW/CW!!: Finger snapping, hand/finger stomped on, dislocation, severe mistreatment, pet-related whump/servant whump, dislocated joints, masquerade party

Calming, dark victorian music would be playing throughout the whole manor, it was something Ashtyn had never seen he believes, although he has heard all about these sorts of things. But was he ever at one in his life beforehand? No. And especially not as a servant, he’s been standing there for god knows how long, ever since the party started, watching as men, and women would enter the ballroom, in their fancy masks, greeting each one, getting pecked at from time to time, after all. He was just 17 soon to be 18, and it was something to these “people” to see such a young man working.

The man who had taken him in the first place would be standing across the room, handing out glasses and greeting his guests with a pleasant satisfied smile, as Ashtyns leg grew stiff, he had no choice but to stand still with his tray of wine glasses, no one has requested for the young man, he definitely looked sharp but, if they only knew how exhausted he was. Was he just going to stand there all night long? He couldn’t, he just could-

“Ashtyn.”

Ashtyns head perked up and looked around meeting the eyes of this man, who had taken him in earlier this year, his name would be “Gabriel Schaeffer”. He owned this fancy large estate, being quite wealthy in the business he had created for himself, housing ashtyn here as his “Guard dog” a pathetic one sure, but a "Good dog". Nodding towards Gabriel.

      “Come over here, there's some men here that’d like to speak with you.”

Gabriels' hand would wave over to Ashtyn, to Ashtyns demise his legs were so stiff, and holding a tray of fancy wine glasses, his heart sort of dropped, his eyes looking down at his legs standing there for a moment, his facial expression went sour the moment he attempted to move his leg, it instantly sending sharp pains, looking for somewhere he could maybe place the tray down. Oh no. He’d look around even more anxious, there was no table nearby he could set it down or anyone he could even ask if he could in the first place! When he looked back over at “Mr. Scaeffer” his eyes were locked deadly on Ashtyns, examining every moment Ashtyn made, Ashtyns face went pale, panic drowned him, immediately broke eye contact with Mr. Schaeffer

Ashtyn had no choice there, he had to move, he would quickly attempt moving his leg down a few inches in front of him, regretting right then, his whole body weight piling onto that leg, pain screamed in his face, scrunching all of his facial features together, him stumbling forward all at once, eyes would jump onto ashtyn with that stumble, shit! He needed to get himself together quickly- he can’t do this. Not now, he really needed to stop this.

He’d wave the tray in front of himself as an attempt to gain some balance in the pose he was in, his legs still trembling, and once when he finally gained that ounce of balance he needed back to regain all of the balance back in his body, his legs fell asleep. Falling straight forward, yelping out in utter surprise, the glasses.. Shattering across the floor with wine splattered and staining the wood floors, Ashtyns arms bringing themselves to cover his face, he stayed there in silence, not daring to stand up, he **knew** all eyes were on him, the eyes hidden by these sparkly, shiny, mysterious masks, he even started to hear whispering. 

      He could just curl up in a ball right there and die

”ASHTYN.”

His heart sunk right in his stomach his leg twitching, his face planted right on his forearms, heels would click against the floorboards getting louder and louder, after this loud clatter of a wine glass getting set down on what can be assumed as one of the glass tables sat out, the clicks of gabes heels would grow so loud it felt as if ashtyns ears were ringing, they were ringing. They had to be ringing. He didn’t dare to look up, his heart pounding against his own skin* 

The whispering would come to a halt fully when Mr. Schaeffer stopped, the heels stopped out of nowhere, Ashtyn would stay there.. Surprisingly, he couldn't find the strength to look up at this tall, strong, looming man who was furious with him, if it wasn’t apparent enough, everyone was watching surely. It’d be dead silence for about a minute, Mr Schaeffer waiting there with his eyes locked on Ashtyn, before speaking up again, there was obvious disappointment founded there

        **”Alright. You don’t want to get up and deal with this like a man? Prop your hands out, both of them”

*Ashtyn’s eyes would look up, his eyes instead looking up at Mr. Schaeffer, they went to  the tray which was kicked aside of Mr. Schaeffers left heel, he must have not heard that.. The heel clicks were so brain numbing, he couldn’t focus on anything else. Then gradually looked over at Mr. Schaeffer, they were bloodshot red, wiping his eyes slightly with his shoulder, just looking around. He felt nauseous when he actually saw all of the eyes on him, reading the eyes from person to person, each one were different, but they were all looking at ashtyn with curiosity, why did Mr. Schaeffer need his hands, after enough looking around he hurriedly looked back up at Mr. Schaeffer himself.. Hestitanly holding his hands out, holding them out as if they were waiting to receive a treat, as if they were puppy paws, he was surely going to pay for taking so long to put them out* 

“ACK!! AH! OW!!!!”

Ashtyn screamed, biting down on his lip as he’d attempt pulling his hand back, fighting off tears painfully, stinging hot tears, only able to squeeze one of his hands out, as the party guests gasped almost on command, just trying to squeeze his fingers away, Mr. Schaeffers heels had stomped right on ashtyns fingers, keeping them trapped, the more he tried to get his fingers released, his tears would weep themslelves out

”PL-PLEASE-SIR! IMSORRYI-ImSORRY!”

Ashtyn hurriedly yelped out, his teeth chattering against each other, his eyes widening as they opened seeing his fingers getting squeezed by the twisting motions of Mr. Schaeffers heel, there was no remorse on Mr. Scaeffers end though. Infact he had a small, half lipped wide smile, his eyes eventually meeting Ashtyns, with the smile dropping as he made eye contact

        “Other hand, Ashtyn.”

Ashtyns head would drop, tears dripping right onto the floorboards, his back hunching upwards before dropping flat, his other hand slowly, gradually placing itself out, it was shaking in fear, flinching horribly every few seconds, some giggling being heard in the crowd of people, he felt shame, he felt hopeless, he felt horrible, he felt dreadful, he deserved this though..- All of that would be cut shortly as his other hand got stomped on, his whole body shook as his cry was suffocated into his left shoulder, and his whole face was pink, the same pink tone an flamingo is

His fingers be crushed, one by one, underneath the force of Mr. Schaeffers heel, some pained grunting would come from ashtyn as each one was crushed, letting out a sharp cry when he heard that little..

CRACK!

His heart dropped, as the pain was imaciline, it was so awful, he didnt know.. How long he’d have to bear with this, did his fingers break? It really felt like the bone broke, dislocated.. Maybe.. There was a crack from the bone, and cracks. Theyre never good, and the fact that the heel dug in deeper. That did the trick

***“ACGH! AHH!!-!!!! AH!!”**

Ashtyns head shot up, screaming on top of his lungs, his scream grew rasp, as his dog collar flashed itself, jesus. The heel really dug all the way through his skin, It.. It fucking dislocated! He.. He broke out into sobs in the dark environment, sobbing the same way a baby would, he couldnt bear this, and when the heel moved onto his thumb, he was trembling with everything he had not to move his hand away, it would get worse if he tried moving his hands away. So.. He kept them out on this ‘wonderful’ display. Just as expected with enough pressure applied with the jamming on his thumb, it dislocated, emerged this blood-curdling scream out of him planting his head against his tricep banging it against his own tricep to take out some frustration, these hot stinging tears streamed down his face and didnt take a break on Ashtyn, no, no, no.*

“Alright kid, easy part is over.”

This hard, grimy, stressful pressure on his thumb would be lifted, ashtyns heart skipping a beat after that was said, easy part..? What..? His eyes would slowly look up at Mr. Schaeffer, they were bloodshot red with pink puffed cheeks, w-wha-..? His hands shook around in a bubble almost. He- Why didn’t he just get up in the first place?! W-Why?

His knees would had already themselves up to Ashtyns chest, barely holding the capability of even building himself up, as he nodded, uttering out a tear-filled* “Y-Yes. Sir!!” *his emotional state was hinted in his breaking-up voice, as he’d slowly stumble up, collecting himself together last moment his hands dropping to his side, his eyes would take a look around suddenly, shame really struck him.

  ”Right, since you could not get up, *simple am I right?* And then get a mop and dust pan, *also simple*, you’ll pick up the glass with your hands and lick the wine off of the ground, I hope I make myself clear”

“..Y-Yes sir.”

Ashtyn was in shock, there’s no denying but, if he said the wrong thing here, think about how utterly humiliated he would be, in front of all of these people. I mean- he had already been humiliated to itty bits, he just had his fingers dislocated!

through his teary eyes they made their way back to the wine, slowly kneeling down with some snot and tears getting mixed on his face as he wiped his face with his sleeves the best he could, he’d attempt to keep his eyes away from the dislocated fingers.. maybe. If he didn’t look at them, they wouldnt feel so bad as if he did look at them.

Ashtyn bowed his head in stinging pain, struggling to do what Mr. Scaeffer requested. Lick the wine just hurriedly licking at the wine when he snapped back into the reality of things, Mr Schaefer was waiting, that. Did not do Ashtyn's fingers have any hood last time this man had to wait, did it?

Ashtyn would continuously licking on it, despite all of the shoes that had hit the spot, despite all of the grim that had once been on this floor, despite all of the people that had once stood on this spot, but hey! The floors are freshly shined but those humiliating thoughts was waving around the back of Ashtyn’s mind, as he’d lick, lick, and lick up the wine as well as he could, scraping his tongue on this spot

This wine licking would go on for quite some time, hurriedly trying to lick all of it all, even licking off of his tears at some point. Once he figured this would be good enough, he’d tilt his head up to look at Mr Schaefer, mumbling

“D-D— is this-is good enough..?”

”Speak up.”

Ahtyn would swallow this huge lump in his throat with his eyes perfectly facing Mr Schaffer’s eyes, before speaking up after a long pause of attempting not to cry

“D-.. do you think thi-this is good enough- sir?”

Mr schaeffers eyes would run across the floor it was clean, glossy even, only thing left was the broken glass left across the floor, he’d give Ashtyn this approving nod

It felt as if a weight just got lifted on him. But it was shortly put back on when he realized the glass, it was ensured that he was going to cut his hands on the glass, not to mention they hurled so much from earlier he doubted himself. But, what was he going to say? do?

He would scoot himself over to the ground where some of the first glass remained, some laughter could be heard from behind him, attempting to ignore it. He knew he looked stupid. He didn’t need anyone else to say it. his hands would approach one glass shard shakily attempting to grab it pricking his ring finger, ashtyn jumping back abit grinding his teeth back and forth to not scream or have a breakdown, he’d just attempt to grab it again instead with two hands, with some discussion stirring up, it most certainly was not good.

That glass shard pricked his ring finger once again, slicing it, he had no choice. He’d attempt a different technique, sweeping the glass onto his palm, which was shaking so, it wasnt all that good, but hey. Atleast it wasnt pricking his finger as much as the previous technique was, just picking up, dropping it, picking it back up nervously, prick. Sure the shards cut his fingers, but, what debate did ashtyn have? When he was almost done, the glass shards he had collected would be stained bright red, with his finger tips having so many cuts, his hands were such a gory mess, it was honestly scary to ashtyn, the fact that he was doing this to himself, gave him the chills. Why? Hes always been hurt, in every way, why is it so heartbreaking now?

Once he was done, he’d place them on the tray with some glass shards still launched in some open cuts, although these glass shards were TINY, he couldn't deal with them now.. Maybe later on, but, his hands, he couldnt touch them, so. That is what made picking up the tray so difficult, the glass shards, the dislocated fingers, the pain, and the mental torment reminders from the frequent giggles from the crowd, he’d stay there adjusting his grip on the tray to hurt least, although. It was pretty much useless, he held it in both of his palms, standing up, standing right infront of Mr. Scaeffer, having a quivering lip

“Go put the tray in the dish washer, now. And head straight to your room, I am disappointed, I expected so much better out of you. And you know that.”

“Y-Y-..” 

“Yes.. sir."

[cerebraljopper]

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[a-muzzled-hound]

“CAN'T MAKE AN OMELET WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW DAYS”

DAY 13 - WHUMPTOBER

Trigger warning! Bad timeline, dislocating shoulder, cracking, relocating shoulder, barbed wire / barbed wire restraints, pet whump, punishment, 

Here we are again, but this time, Ashtyn's punishment would make sense. In his little “Doggy duel” he lost, with every punch he threw, getting thrown by his shoulder, and kept on missing. Which would be his biggest mistake in the fight, losing awfully. 

At Least the men gave Ashtyn about an hour to rest considering he passed out due to a straight jab to the side of his head, owch. 

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When Ashtyn woke up, he’d be getting barbed wire wrapped around his wrists to the chair arms, waking up to the smell of his own flesh getting cut by the barbed wire. Of course, nobody was holding him down but the men would be standing there to make sure nothing escalated. So! Like any human response, he’d scream, yelping as he’d stand up with his right leg trying to pull his arm away from the barb wire, causing even more damage as a response.

His forearms tissue just got ripped as he’d stand up with the barbed wire, piercing even more in, with every tug he gave, screaming out in pain. “TAK-A- TAKE IT OFF!” 

Alyx would loudly speak up, taking his approach walking to Ashtyn “SIT, DOWN.” 

Tears would start filling at the corners of ashtyn's eyes, it felt like they were burning as he’d bite right down on his bottom lip, with the skin of ashtyn's lip, getting bitten right off, as he’d continue desperately in an rather hopeless manner to remove his bleeding wrist from the barb wire, with it continuing to dig deeper. 

Alyx would just grab ahold of ashtyn's shoulder, jerking him back over to the chair, and propping him down into the chair, ashtyn would just steam up into a fit, and hitted, smacked- whatever, towards alyx's way, with ashtyn jerking the free hand down, grabbing more barbed wire and wrapping it around ashtyn's wrist, with it getting cut from every movement ashtyn conducted to avoid it getting restrained-

Ashtyn's head would finally get the memo after some blood curdling screams, with stompings of his feet against the chair, his head hitching back against the chair's head placement with his face going red, inhales would be taken, just to have a sob filled exhale afterwards. 

"He should be good, he can stomp whenever he wants. It won't change anything." Vincent spoke, with ashtyn's head resting to his shoulder, with tears rolling down his face. 

Vincent would just grab the other shoulder, as Alyx went to the other shoulder, grabbing hold of a death grip on that shoulder, with Ashtyn's head still resting against his shoulder, completely out of it, looking as if he was going to faint. 

SNAPP-SNAP!! 

Both of his shoulders would be forcibly dislocated, getting moved completely out of place, right at the same time to add insult to injury.

Ashtyn's shoulders shot up, against the rope he'd begin hysterical crying out, screams emerged from his lungs as his heart was pounding at an inconsistent beat, against his chest, it felt like it honestly got ripped out right there. 

But the pain didn't stop there, they'd of course let the pain settle there for a good minute, after all, it was a dislocated shoulder. But they'd keep their grip on the shoulder, keeping Ashtyn as still they could hold him, but all Ashtyn could do was stomp, kick his feet around, letting out rather frustrated noises in his cries with every kick he made, not being all that effective. 

And once that minute passed, their death grip came crawling back, tightening the grip on where the bone had been dislocated to, slowly beginning to move it back to place in his shoulder, Ashtyn boiling over & letting out an rather alarming scream, with that being all that he could do was deal with the overgrowing pain he felt. His whole upper body was so stiff. 

“FUCU-UC- FUCK!!” Got screamed out repeatedly with a mix of obscene swears and screamed out pleads, following from every light push given the dislocated shoulder, pushing it back into its original placement, til it’d finally pop back into proper placement, leaving ashtyn to pant out his discomfort, as his leg would bounce up and down his head bowing down as tears fell to his lap 

For the next few minutes, the agonizing progress of dislocating and relocating ashtyn's shoulder placement would be repeated, for nearly 10 more minutes, giving barely enough time to breathe through the painful progress. 

Once it was over, ashtyn's head would be loling around in an extremely fatigued state, unable to put things together from how fatigue he was, with tears endlessly rolling down his face, his face could have been mistaken for a tomato from how red it was, with snot drooping down to make that the cherry on top.

It sounded like Ashtyn was trying to get something out, but the only thing that came out of his lips would be stammered breaths and cries. He really was a distraught wreck, he just really couldn’t think straight, his shoulders have been dislocated and then forced back into place, just to get moved out of place a few seconds later. The only thing he could do to show any resilience is looking away. And even when he did, he’d be faced by one of the men, with one being placed on each side of his shoulder. 

“We’ll stop here, it’s not like there’s not much this little ‘guy’ can do afterall, we’ll just leave him here.” 

An enervated voice spoke, it was Alyxs, as the death grips on ashtyn's shoulders would be loosen, getting left off. 

“You’re right.” Vincent responded in a rather bored tone, getting about 7 reps of dislocating and relocating in for the day! Yippee~! Vincent's eyes would be darted on ashtyns, maintaining brief eye contact, ashtyn having an hate shaked filled look in his eyes, with the eye contact getting broken off when he swallowed one of his sobs. 

It goes without saying, the men were anything BUT done with ashtyn, but of course, it was getting late. And both of the men were drained, they’d pick up tomorrow morning. Within just a few minutes they’d leave on their own terms. Ashtyn couldn’t help but sit in agonizing, stabbing pain, til his dog tiredness got to him, and he passed out, his head hanging low. 

[a-muzzled-hound]

“What could go wrong?”

DAY 12 - WHUMPTOBER

Rusty nails, mayday may day! Cave in 

CONTENT!/TRIGGER WARNING!: Continued story from day 11, rusty nails, punishment, rope/tough rope, burning nails/burning metal, no comfort, rope restraints

Ashtyn would already be sat on one of the metal foldable chairs they would keep in the corner of the shed, his arms restrained strictly with rope on the arm sides, his ankles, quads, his torso would be tied up as well to the chair that'd sit in the middle of the shed, right in front of the counters

It'd take him a minute to wake up, and by then, everything was set up on the counter right behind him, 10 rusty nails, a pliers, and a singular lighter, and of course that's all they needed for what they planned on doing. 

His eyes would roll up feeling stinging pain in his knee, that’d still be wrapped up rather poorly in rags, as he’d realize rather quickly that he was tied up- and quite securely to the chair, limiting pretty much every movement he made, getting out of the daze of sweet unconsciousness, as he’d look up at, fixing his gaze to his surroundings, with his insides falling apart when he realized what was happening. 

“You’re finally awake, it took you long enough, but we did have plenty of time at least to get everything ready for sweet little, you.” Alyx would speak up amongst the other men, standing right infront of ashtyn,  take a long good, gander down at ashtyn. His words expressed sarcasm to the boy in his statements.  

Ashtyn would speak up shakily “It- hurted- I’m fucking sorry! I wa-was.. Going to return!” it just felt as if an noose was getting tied to his neck, and proceeded to get choked by the noose, with his voice squeaking abit, in an act to hold back any tears

“That is such utter bullshit.” Alyx spoke up with a darting glare, following that statement up “You know damn well, once your knee was feeling a-okay, you’d run to the gates and attempt your escape. PATHETIC!” 

Ashtyn would shake his head with a rather resilient look on his face, it truly was something to be entertained by. But- on ashtyns end, there wasn’t anything to say anymore. Alyx was right- He was going to attempt an escape once his knee felt somewhat better.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Was uttered as the lighter and pliers were picked up by alyx, with him holding the pliers ends up to the flame of the lighter, flaming it up, so when it touched any bare skin or anything really- it’d burn right through. He’d just bow his head down in shame, balling up his fists tightly knowing this whole procedure all too well. 

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After a solid minute of ashtyn, bowing his head in shame with his fists twitching in fear, just doing his best to distract himself from what’s going on, what surrounds him, who’s around him. The pilers would finally be hot enough, with the jaws of the pliers having some steam coming off of them just from how hot the metal had gotten. 

“C’mon, open your palm.” Vincent spoke up, peering down at ashtyn next to alyx.

Ashtyn would hesitate abit with his fist just shaking more, til his hand would slowly squeeze itself open, still refusing to look his head looking to the side, with his eyes squinted shut, his hands shaking just wouldn't stop despite being open, with it flinching a few times. 

Til suddenly the burning hot jaws of the pliers would be twisted onto ashtyns ring finger, as tears flushed out of ashtyns eyes, erupting an blood curdling scream with all of the fight getting crashed into ashtyn all at once, the struggle started all over again 

“FUCK, FUCK!!- FA-FWUC!!! AGH!!!” Screaming continued blocking out any words he was trying to get out for this period of time, only making out blabberings, which soon turned into blabberes out please as his finger would get twisted by the burning hot jaws of the pliers, getting twisted quite slowly, til it took a whole other direction, getting QUICKLY twisted

CRRRKKKK—... 

SNAP! 

The bone in his ring finger was completely bent, with ashtyns releasing an pretty uncontrolled scream, jerking around quite a bit in the ropes, just trying again and again to pull his knees up, and his arms side ways, but, that didn't last for long, did it? 

Alyx would slam his own hand on top of ashtyns palm, removing the pliers from his ring finger as he does it, sending ashtyn into a flight response as his head shot back and looked at alyx then his palm through tears that would be racing out of his eyes at a rapid rate, shaking his head no

Alyx would just take a gander at ashtyn "No?" 

Ashtyn of course immediately nodded, again and again, nods, with his crying showing no sign of a pause, despite him sucking in some of the tears, for them to flush out moments later with his breaths. 

"Right, we'll move on then, twisting fingers never really were my favorite thing to do."

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Ashtyn would chuckle lightly, releasing more sobs as his head fell down shortly after, his back hitching around, a bit, his hand going limp as alyx would go ahead and grabbed half of the rusty nails on the counter behind ashtyn, with Vincent grabbing the other half. 

Ashtyn's laughter would be hitched in between his crystal, as he'd look at the rusty nails with some old blood stained on them still, as he stared, his crying worsened. There was really no stopping Ashtyn's cries, other than.. More pain! 

Alyx would take his hand, spreading his palm out on the chairs arm rest, laying the nails out aside, taking one of the five he had. And propping it right on ashtyn's pinky fingers, knuckle. With ashtyn's hand making slight twitches in utter horror. Alyx picks up a perfectly sized hammer for bashing the nail right in his knuckles. 

And within a few seconds of anticipating for the big bang, it happened, the nail was BASHED, down by the hammer alyx wielded, with the nail going right through the knuckles bone marrow, striking his knuckles nerve, and to add insult to injury, the hammers face striked the knuckle right after the bashing

   The crying was endless on ashtyns ends, with his crys cracking infrequently, his throat feeling weak, it wouldn’t take long for Vincent would follow the same path with alyx lending him the hammer, violently bashing the nail down with the hammer's face, over and over again. 

Ashtyn's struggle didn't stop, it worsened, with his tugs against the rope becoming violent with every tug, worsening the blisters he gained from how tough the material the rope is, he'd keep on turning in the chair, looking honestly a bit wheezy from just looking at the graphic display that were his hands. 

Soon enough, the two men had already went through with every knuckle went through, and without realizing, ashtyn had collapsed to unconsciousness in the chair, with his salty tears drying on his face, same with the heavy snot that had came from his nose, through all of those hysterical sobs. 

But, There's always time for a good beating.

[a-muzzled-hound]

“911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

DAY 11 - WHUMPTOBER

Sloppy bandages, self done bandages, makeshift splint

TRIGGER WARNING/CONTENT!: Reopened wound, knee injury/worsening injury, concrete burns, attempted escape, slight/light pet whump, training, selfdone bandages/diy bandages, bad storyline (ish- this continues sort of.)

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"he'd fall right down on the payment, his scar that was on his knee from just last week, after well, you know~ concrete burns, the scar opened right up,  delightful!

Let out an blood cuddling scream then sob, instantly reaching for his knee only for alyx to kneel down, and pull Ashtyn's arms behind his own back, twisting them together

Ashtyn really couldn't help but jerk forward with loud crying coming from him with screams poking in between some of the crys, with him blabbering on about freeing him, and how it hurted, so, fucking, bad. 

  So in between one of the men just yelling at ashtyn for slackness, he'd scramble himself up, holding his knee for a moment. 

"DOWN." 

Ashtyns knee would wince every time he'd attempt to set it down, balancing against one of the mens chest, taking him 10 trys to finally set the knee down with his face red, and all snotty. 

After 25 seconds, of drilled in instructions of what to do from the man that was right behind ashtyn, he'd get pushed slightly with an ton of blood from the injury flowing down his shin, crying even more as he'd just cover his eyes shaking his head

     "Cmon, get on with it."

Ashtyn would wince as he'd look at the knee, having a hard time moving it, he needed.. Aid! Right now! So he'd look around, with the men's gaze locked on ashtyn, with ashtyn looking ahead, with him turning and dashing off to God knows where.. 

Heavy heart poundings were pounding out of ashtyn's chest as he’d hold his knee, tears trickling out of his eyes once he got a fresh breath of air, and they did not stop then, they kept on flowing out. With hysterical sobs getting choked out of him. 

'C-Cm'-mon..!!" A pitiful panicked voice came out from him, as he'd hold his knee up to his chest facing to the shed right behind him, with burning hot tears drizzling down his chin, onto his chest, looking back at the knee injury, the blood ran all down his leg onto his shoes, holding his knee tightly to his chest

Bandages! He needed bandages.. Blood was flowing at such a rapid rate from his knee, it was an gift he had the opportunity to run away from them. 

He’d just wait a few moments holding his knee directly to his chest letting out all of his heavy breathing out, with some of his breathing stammering over other breathes he’d release to cool his adrenaline rush 

Distant callings would get yelled out “ASHTYNN! GET OUT, AL-FUCKING-READY!” 

Ashtyn would just rock himself back and forth, biting down on his lip, with the yellings becoming more distant with them heading the opposite opposing side of the estate, with him beginning to lower his knee from his chest, resting his head into his blood soaked knee, with it stinging an tremendous lot, and his tears sliding down his knee did not help with the stinging.

Once it had progressed in ashtyns mind the men had moved more away, in search for him he’d crawl over to the shed, pushing it open with the lock breaking quite a while ago.. Thank god, he’d hurry himself inside shutting the door behind him.

To say the least, ashtyn moved way too fast for his own good, with his head spinning once the door closed behind him, resting up against the door.

After about two minutes of catching himself and breathing his head slowly lifted itself up, revealing a red, tear filled face, with exhaustion expressed all over it, his eyes feeling heavy, as his eyes went right to left, immediately frightened with what he saw.. With his eyes heaviness immediately taking a 360 turn, feeling light as a feather now.

Normally, sheds have gardening tools, housework tools, maybe some storage even? But this one.. No, not at all. There would be torture devices all across it, with some workshop counters at one of the corners, and that wasn’t all, the more his eyes skimmed the room, rope, knives, saws, tool boxes, all that kind of stuff, with even some blood that must be extremely dried up from how well it blended with the floor. 

He froze there with his eyes tearing up as he’d look behind himself anxiously feeling as if someone was watching him. Quickly wiping his eyes with his forearm as he felt the tears watering up in his eyes with his facial expression doing its best to look fierce.. He needed- AID. FIRST, AID.”  his breathing was rapid, and he didn’t even realize as he’d crawl with his knee up to his side to prevent any further damage from crawling on pretty much all fours. As he’d go to the counters, opening one out of the six drawers on the cabinets, being exposed to the smell of rotten flesh.. That they were just– keeping there!! He nearly gagged as he smelt it, it definitely was.. Rotten

 He’d just close that drawer, opening the next 3, getting greeted with surgical tools, or some jars of dead parts, he.. Didn’t enjoy this little surprise, til he’d hurriedly rush for anything, grabbing some small remainders of rope he saw by some of the jars with tears stinging his eyes just from how hot they were, happening all from the overbearing worry of, was an part of him going to be in one of these drawers?! What would happen!?

All of thoses thoughts overwhelmed him as he’d keep hurrying to find some first aid kit! All he could find would be dried out, used, rags, that was honestly the best he could find, thin ropes and a stack of dried out cloths

He'd just grab an handful of the rags, placing them right on his knee, grunting in pain from the dried out texture, and the fact he was putting something that wasn't his hand, over the gory wound, slowly beginning to place the rags all over his knee tying it gently with only one knot around his knee cap to secure the 'Bandages', he'd of course be panting, hating the feeling of touching gory stuff himself 

Of course finally when he got the 'bandages' wrapped up on his knee, he'd fall to his sides, holding onto his knee as he'd pant, somewhat rocking his knee, as if it was his baby, sniffling as he'd lay there 

Soon enough, he fell asleep with out even knowing, he was safe! Just for a few minutes. Before the men came banging on the shed, ashtyn still laying there unconscious. 

"Stupid, fucking mutt."

[a-muzzled-hound]

“POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS”

DAY 10 - WHUMPTOBER

Taser - Whipping - Waterboarding 

TRIGGER WARNING/CONTENT!!: Whipping, lashes, shock/electricity, bad timeline, cornering, stress position, stern tone, crampness/claustophobia, constant jerking around

Ashtyn would be cornered, being backed into a tiny cramped corner in the exposed area of the basement, fighting off the quick hands coming his way nonstop in a distraught fit, Vincent  would just be patiently waiting holding a rope, growing furious with Ashtyn's attitude. 

Alyx & Finex would finally grab a hold of onto Ashtyn wrists, with Alyx grabbing ahold of Ashtyn's right wrist, finex grabbing ahold of the left wrist. Placing a death grip as the two would firmly tug Ashtyn upwards, keeping that death grip firm as it could possibly be. 

  Tears had squeezed themselves out of the corners Ashtyn's eyes, streaming down his cheeks, his knees going weak right when he was yanked, only being supported, only by his wrists, he couldn’t help but tug against the two, jumping back to his legs, ripping his face away from even looking at them with more tears racing down his face the more he combated against this. 

And just like that, with one more jerk from Alyx & Finex, with ashtyn's slim, bruised wrist, his withstanding fell right through.

“NO-!!” 

Ashtyn's legs instantly grew wobbly, resulting in them dropping exactly how an ragdoll would, with his bottom lip beginning to tremble, despite this he’d maintain his protest of even looking at them, as hitching huffs came from his chest, ensuring that he was definitely having a panic attack, barely managing to even shake his own head with him clenching his teeth, to prevent any more sobs to get out of him, which just turned out to be defective only seconds later with an sob breaking through his teeth, his head hanging low, as his tears fell onto the ground below him. 

Of course it didn't stay like that forever, it just couldn’t, so after a few seconds of giving Ashtyn that little ‘reward’, Alyx instructed in a loud stern voice, with his voice easily overpowering the tear filled sobs “STAND UP.” didn’t help the only eyes that were on him, were sharp razor bladed glares, piercing right through ashtyn's guts, tearing his guts apart over and over again.

Ashtyn's mentality broke quickly, all over again.. It really was an exhausting pattern for him

He’d slightly tilt his head before giving a quick nod, with his head still facing the wall, squeaking out an “H–.. I-it.. huu-uh-hurts!” his ankles would bring themselves up slowly, as he’d speak up, his knees being rather wobbly once they stood up. 

Alyx & Finex, would look at eachother with honestly annoyance expressed in their facial expressions exchanged with each other, before looking back at Ashtyn with their annoyance expressed strongly, Vincent speaking up “Then you’ll be kneeling for your punishment. K N E E L I N G ! “ 

Ashtyns face couldn’t help but look startled by that, kneeling–? That sounds easy enough!

Til of course his wrists got drop after about two seconds, with his whole body dropping like a ragdoll after a moments of weak wobbling. And don’t forget, Vincent has been waiting for quite some time, so he would have to be most annoyed with this. 

 Within just a second he would hold onto his wrists, cringing as he'd look at the bruising that appeared onto both of his wrists, with burning hot tears continuing to stream down his red cheeks, shutting his eyes closed not able to look at it, biting right down on his bottom lip as a way to cope with this stinging pain

   Vincent voice spoke up, it was extremely annoyed and bothered tone spoke up "On your knees, heels UP. Not tucked underneath. And keep your arms behind your back, keep them together." 

 Ashtyn's gave an shakes out nod after a bit of hesitation was shown in his face, before he'd turn himself to be facing the wall, with his legs remaining under him, as he'd just place his arms behind him, on his back folded together. 

Of course he'd have everything done correct besides one thing! His heels weren't pointed up, keeping him in the exact stress position Vincent demanded. 

"Cmon, heels up."

Ashton would mutter something underneath his breath to himself with his heels standing up, grinding his frail teeth, which ached quite a lot, considering his teeth were in horrible condition. He hasn't brushed his teeth with anything, most were missing, with multiple cavities. It ached, like hell. 

Ashtyn would grab ahold onto the folded arms, with vincents leather gloves taking an squeezing grip on ashtyn's arms as he’d begin tying the folded arms with the rope up, Ashtyn's head couldn't help but drop, grunting out as the grinding of his teeth, really hurted him, with tears dripping down his face onto the ground in front of him.

"--Ok-okay-!!" Ashtyn's help couldn't help but ball up into fists, his facial features scrunching together in discomfort with more tears flushing from his eyes as an result to the scrunched up facial features, as the rope would get tied from the mutts wrists up to his shoulders, keeping them looking like a tightly wrapped Christmas present. 

It'd take not too long, til ashtyn would be positioned where Vincent found suitable, sitting on his knees, facing a wall, with his arms tied tightly, causing some light blistering just from what type of rope was used to tie his arms, with the knotted rope getting attached to an ceiling hook right above of him, securing him to stay in that over growing stressful position, and to finish it off. He was shirtless with only boxers on, covering him up. 

Of course Ashtyn had some anxious ideas of what would happen, was he going to be drenched in boiling water? Ice cold water? Whipped? Stabbed?! Well, two of those ideas were correct. 

It’d take a minute for anything to start, alyx, finex, and vincent speaking amongst themselves as ashtyn couldn’t do anything about this situation, with his feet soles shaking a bit as they’d stand tall, supporting ashtyn up, along with his arms keeping him in that exact position. Shedding tears by the minute. Before, an whip would be loudly cracked

Ashtyns head shot back to see what it was, his eyes dilating in panic once he saw the whip getting stroked against vincents forearm to warm it up before he started lashing ashtyn with the whip, Ashtyn couldn’t help but fight this off from the sudden horrified fear, rapidly attempt untying his blistering arms, as if there weren’t double knots in rope keeping his arms together. 

Finex would just walk over to the side of ashtyn, his tone speaking of no emotion, although frustration could be hinted at his words “Keep that head down.” Ashtyn's head would just whip itself to the opposing side of finex, make every effort to jerk his arms out of the rope with his crying making itself much more louder. 

“KEEP, YOUR, HEAD, DOWN.” Finexes tone went from 1 to 10 rather quickly, speaking in a strict stern manner, taking a hold of ashtyn's head for himself, keeping it straight down. Using both of his hands to keep it there with some jerking around on ashtyns end nearly forgetting about the whip, reminded of that once. The whip would get lashed out, cracking ashtyn straight down his back, Vincent sending out three lashes right after that.

Ashtyns first body response was to fight back, his soles trembling as he’d release an blood curdling scream which would be quickly cut off, with alyx sneaking up behind him, covering his mouth with an rag, just any regular rag they’d use to soak blood in the basement, resulting in ashtyn muffling out an rather blood curdling screams with the soles of his feet dropping, with quick lashes from the whip getting sent out to the soles of his feet, with ashtyn fixing that after a few seconds of non stop thrashing would get sent to his ankles, the soles of his feet trembling 

To cope with the thrashing, ashtyn would bite down onto the rag with everything he had, as some blood would trickle from the fresh marks, and once that started, the whip would re extend to be striking ashtyn's back, with non stop pained cracking being an huge theme for the next minute.

—--

Ashtyn would only seek out, getting away from the back his back hunching up after every few cracks to perhaps avoid the next one that was guaranteed to come, with erratic breathing being huffed out of his chest, almost choking on each sob he let out into the rag, with some drool dripping down his chin just to give an idea of how hysterical this was. 

Of course, after one whole minute of this, the cracking would stop for a moment, giving enough time for the blood to start to ooze out of the fresh cuts out of the sharp lash marks all across his back, which would be nothing to what it would be like in 8 minutes. With loud muffled screaming and sobs going right to the drenched rag, his head dropping, out of breathe.

That’d be plenty of time for ashtyn to gather himself, as the rag held up cover ashtyn's mouth would settle for only a second ashtyn sobbing into it, tip it'd get pushed back over ashtyn's mouth to gag the screaming

CRACK!!!!! 

More & more cracks would be slashed out from the whip were coming ashtyns way. The thrashing was becoming endless, the constant whippings were awful, with his back and his legs in agonizing pain, with blood starting to trail down from the scars. After about 3 more minutes of this, with rare breakings occurring in between that time, lasting only around 7 seconds, for ashtyn to get some air in his lungs

After the 10th break out of the 3 minutes, which was the last break, ending this with him choking out, sobs, coughing even more into the soaked rag that’d keep him gag, with his eyes squinted closed from all of the lashing, his fists balled up tightly, his fists going through the same pattern of ‘whip, flinch’ his fists still going into the progress of flinching, to add onto it, his forehead was drenched of sweat, falling down every few seconds from how much sweat had built up. 

 hwith his words stammering over each other in a 

“PL-llweASE! EASE!!!! STOP!- STOP IT!!”

sense of the situation, his back felt like an bag of rocks. 

"We're almost done." Fines spoke up, walking over to the counter, grabbing an fresh bottle of rubbing alcohol, proceeding to walk back, he did take joy in finishing things up for the group. 

Almost? That was.. No.

Ashtyn would just barely manage to shake his head no, repeatedly unable to make sense of the situation, his back felt like an bag of rocks. 

"We're almost done." Fines spoke up, walking over to the counter, grabbing a fresh bottle of rubbing alcohol, proceeding to walk back, he did take joy in finishing things up for the group. 

Almost? That was.. No.

Ashtyn's hand would just stretch out in an attempt to reach for something, anything really, but did he get anything? Yes! 

After a few seconds of ashtyn doing that, rubbing alcohol would get spilled all the lash marks, from the harsh, slapped on each other whip lashings, it was stinging- Nah, that'd be the last way you could describe the pain, his back it'd feel as if gasoline had gotten spilled all over it and sent to ablaze

With barely time for ashtyn to react, the rag could quickly get pressed against ashtyn's lips, covering barely. As the rubbing alcohol would continue to get drenched, til it was empty, the fresh burning hot marks, would foam up, sending ashtyn into shock for a good few seconds, with an ear piercing scream coming from him, and it didn’t stop there, more came out, with them barely getting muffled by the rag, til the rag would be basically stuffed in ashtyn's mouth, with his bite hitting hard on the mouth as his screamings begun to turn hoarse but the screaming didn’t stop then, nor did his heavy flow of tears. 

They’d continue for about another minute with some of his screams turning out to sound like croaks from the rag, soles of his feet going flat right then as his shoulders would tremble ever so slightly. 

(i have no ideas of how to end this-)

[a-muzzled-hound]

"THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

DAY 9 - WHUMPTOBER

Sleeping in shifts - tossing & turning - caught in a storm

Trigger warning/Content!! Sleep troubles, thunderstorm, little comfort, threatening sceranio, cliff hanger, brief panic attack

Ashtyn would be clutching his teddy bear tightly with the teddy bear filthy as always with just even more blood stains on it, as he would have quite a lot of trouble finding the best sleeping position with the amount of injuries that he did, about every sleeping position hurted, deciding on fetal position, keeping his teddy bear on his side, acting as an pillow for his sides to keep the pain tolerable, already struggling with quite a lot.

He was struggling with breathing, even in his sleep unable to breathe smoothly as he would have otherwise, heavy bruising and gazzes with some blisters on his shoulder being caused from branding, he just did his best to not show any weakness, it really was a struggle when every night he would fall asleep crying silently from how much throbbing pain he was in nonstop.

This night would be pretty difficult to fall asleep, with there already being so struggle just to fall asleep to begin with. On this night there would be an loud, roaring thunderstorm right outside that has been going on for quite abit, sounding as if it was never going to end from how long it’s been storming outside. Everytime ashtyn would be right about to fall into a sweet unconscious, an sharp crack of the thunder outside would strike right on time.

He really wasn’t able to get any sleep, hugging himself, with his arms tightly folded together to give himself some warmth and comfort, as he’d roll himself from side to side, keeping the teddy bear tucked underneath his folded arms, grinding his teeth with every roll he did.

The only good thought he had in this time was that he wasn’t out there in the cold, freezing, pouring night, knowing damn well how it felt to be out there, it felt horrible even suffering from hypothermia on one of these specific, “special” nights from how freezing it got, and to think he was only ten at the time too.

He’d try to shakily whisper to himself “It’s okay.. Everythings okay-!” Just to be cut off by a loud cackling laugh of a thunderbolt from outside, laughing right in his face, nothing was okay! Nothing would EVER be okay! So of course he’d let out a utterly frightened scream, with his first reaction going to where the stairs would be in the pitch blackness of the basement, with his tightly folded arms going up to the sides of his head, covering his ears. With his arms starting to wobble abit out of pure fear, did he wake one of the men up?!

—

Of course that fear had came true, with unrecognizable groaning being heard through the flooring, with floor creaks followed by the groans of one of the men waking up from the sudden screaming, would muffle into ashtyn's ears, with him trying to think of an quick fix, pretend he was sleeping?! Coward in the corner, his lip couldn’t help but shake abit, fighting back the urge to burst into tears from how exhausted he was. He was not up for any punishment, but he knew for a fact, some harsh, sharp, punishment was coming his way.

It was to be expected by now, ashtyn barely even have the strength to begin with even dare pretend he was sleeping after that loud scream, that clearly came from him, his eyes darting quickly to be locked on the door as the heavy footsteps got louder and louder, creaking the floorboards with ashtyn's face scrunching up, attempting to take in deep breathes to soothe maybe some of the thoughts of what would happen, which man was it, how loud the yelling would get.

But with each floorboard creak, it felt like a siren flaring into his ears, each possibility flooding into his head, with the door knob twisting before unlocking the door with an clicking signaling it to Ashtyn, followed by the door creaking wide open with the light peeking down the stairs. Revealing who it was as the man walked down stairs in an pretty passive aggressive manner, with the lights flickering on once the man reached the light switch.

—-

[a-muzzled-hound]

“EVERYTHING HURTS & I’M DYING!”

WHUMPTOBER - DAY 8

stomach pains - head trauma - back from dead

TRIGGERWARNING/CONTENT!! Pet training/exercise training, concrete burns, face trauma, pet whump, head trauma, knee injury, teeth whump, shock collar, no comfort/LIKE- NO COMFORT.

It was about any other training day, ashtyn jogging around the guarded estate, for however miles vincent would request on that day, and as always vincent, demetrius, and alyx would be there, for obvious reasons, they were taking the doggy out on a ‘walk’!

Sadly enough, the mutt never really got all that exercise to say the least, to say the least. He was skinny, scrawny, fragile, frail, and useless at everything. Anything that he was given the task of doing, even if it was just sweeping up the floors, he’d fail. Always getting demeaned for it.

Thankfully, this day Ashtyn made it to five minutes! That has to be a record, but of course, he was expected to keep running like this for an hour, an, hour. He just couldn’t do that, especially with how wheezy he was getting, gasping desperately for any air, til he’d look at demetrius who would be leading, lunging forward with one leg to grab ahold of him.

Of course, lunging while in a panicked frenzy and rushed, he really wasn’t able to jog anymore, his legs tripping over each other, barely avoiding falling every time up till now, Falling straight to the payment sidewalk, face first with his knees taking quite a bit of damage as well, but not as much as his face had, with the left side of his head hitting the payment aswell while he was falling, taking of course some trauma from that.

His mind raced as his back hunch up freezing there for a good two seconds, as his breathing increased more and more, his arms racing up to his face within a matter of time, holding onto his agonized, with his face going panicked, as he felt the swelling from the freshly fractured nose, making what can only be described as a awful, cringe crunching noise, as blood would quickly fill his palms, but not only his fucked up nose, his mouth.

His front tooth had just fallen out onto the pavement in front of him, with some of his bottom teeth going loose, with one of them even feeling as if there was any touch to them, it was just going to pop out.

And of course, that wasn’t all to the blunt fall

His knee caps and abit of his shins were just now reacting to the concrete burns letting out an blood curdling scream, not to mention, his sweat were getting into the burn, making it even more unbearable with the blood curdling screaming stopping for barely a second just to start again, and louder as the pain became more and more insufferable, blood staining the gray sidewalk from how bad of a burn it was.

“HE-HELP!!OH- HW-EL- ULP!!!” More blood curdling screams continued right after as blood drizzled down his hands to the pavement, calling out for emergency attention as bluntness from the strike to the side of his head was starting to get the better of him, tears leaked, and leaked from his eyes, falling down to the ground, following the same pattern the blood was going, within every panicked and rushed breath he took

—-

Of course the three would stop in their tracks to look at ashtyn, all three of them found this to be an inconvenience if anything. With Demetrius speaking up to ashtyn, providing as much sympathy as the other two did for the helpless mutt

“GET UP!”

Raising the remote that controlled any shocks executed through the shock collar, as an warning.

Of course, ashtyn really didn’t want any more trouble, with every one he received being violent, containing quite a high amount of voltage in just one shock. He’d scurry to pick himself up in a rush, with tears overflowing his eyes when he brought his left leg up to stand up, falling to his side, his left side

Bringing even more trauma than he already had to the left side of his head hollering out an blood curdling scream as an shock was executed through the shock collar, mid interrupting the horrific screaming, with him beginning to choke on his sobs, his alphabet slurring, speaking in an rushed manner, suffering from an fresh new concussion in that very moment! Yippee!

“STO-TA– STA-SOBTOP!!”

Demetrius spoke again, in a stern, heartless manner “GET. UP!”

Ashtyn's eyes just scrunched tightly closed, holding onto his left side of his head, dizziness striking him as his pupils went uneven to each other, his left one going a bit bigger than the other one. As his screaming continued after a moment of agonized grunting to maybe hold back the pain.. But holding that amount of agonizing pain back for even just a few seconds, wasn’t possible.

Of course as he’d start screaming another shock was executed to him. “GET UP.” Vincent's heel boot would kick directly to ashtyn's gut that was left wide open, leading to him coughing out a unreal amount of blood. Coughing more and more that’d lead up to that amount of blood. As the last of his tears flushed out, with him fainting from so many underlying things, stacked together just like a sandwich, the shock, the pain, the dizziness, the utter disorientation he’s been put through.

The three men of course, decided to call it quits, afterall, what good is a dog that is dead?

[a-muzzled-hound]

"THE WAY YOU SHAKE & SHIVER"

DAY 7 - WHUMPTOBER

Shaking hands, seizures, silent panic attack 

Trigger warnings!/Content: Serve suicidal thoughts, suicide related topic/discussion, cellar, no comfort, panic attack, poor conditons, jailing conditons, tramua, isolation

  Ashtyn would be sitting down in an corner in the freezing, unforgiving jjail cell they made for him in the rather large spacious basement filled with all sorts of torture devices and stuff of the sorts, which he was kept in for all hours of the day that weren’t spent on violent beatings to the boy, training sessions, etc, with the basement being pitch black, which really did freak ashtyns mind out quite abit, was someone secretly hiding? Was there a bug crawling on him?? 

His knees would be held up to his chest, with his teddy bear right to his chest, to bring some comfort and warmth to him, with him breathing on his knee caps, his head facing down and against his kneecaps, with him wearing the same ol’ insubstantial, rags that were overall just thrown together in the sewing progress, accompanied by tightly wrapped blood stained, filthy bandages, that gave an awful odor of blood and burnt tissue, not getting changed out ever since they were first wrapped on him.

          The more he sat in silence and the dark began to hover over him, despite it being pitch black, and night time, the thought of sleep just wasn’t on his mind, nor probably coming any time soon. 

        He’d look around in the pitch darkness with the outlines of the shelves, tools, restraints starting to point out to him, atleast in his mind considering all he has done for the past few weeks was stay in this cell with tightly kept, rusting jail bars keeping the cell contained to keep the mutt inside. 

The thoughts of so many different things, but each negative, cluttered his mind, even more every minute he sat there ‘Am I just a toy?’, ‘am I all that my parents sold me for?’, ‘what if I’m not even half the price they sold me for?’, ‘Can’t do anything correct’, with thoses anxious thoughts increasingly turning into straight up suicidal thoughts, how he was going to do it, not any ‘How am I going to escape?’, instead consisting of ‘How will I kill myself?’ with his breathing starting to increase, following each few thoughts, feeling as if he was getting smothered. 

His teddy bear would be pressed even closer to his chest with his escalating heartbeat pounding against the teddy bear, as his knees got closer to his chest, with his teddy bear being placed on his quads, which brought aching pain with 2 of his left ribs being broken after quite abit of bruising done to them, being broken a few days prior, which only brought some light shaking to his left leg, followed with his hands that’d be holding onto the sides of his knees starting to tremble, with his muscles going into a state of anxiety. 

His head would of course be aching like a fire extinguisher would repeatedly be banged against it, his brains feeling like smushed up rotten potatoes, losing about all control he had at that point, with his hands fleeing to the sides of his head trying to soothe it as tears would prickle at his eyelids like thorns, his vision begun to get blurry, til everything was blurred out, and tears choking their way out of Ashtyn's eyes, gliding down his cheeks, that’d turn rosy, with the tears making his unsteadiness even more worse, tears streamed down to his teddy bears head

The feelings really did drown him, with all being ever so negative, wanting nothing more than to die right there, he didn’t care if he was stabbed repeatedly, shot, venom injected into him, fell off a building, caving into these thoughts. More and more tears streamed down his face, it felt like he was getting strangled every time he breathed, with every minute passing by, as sweat began to roll down the sides of his face, down his chin and down his neck. His knees growing to be rather wobbly, unable to stay in place, hypervelination starting to take place, all of this happened unexpectedly too, he didn’t understand a damn thing that was going on, nor did he have the thought to progress to understand it. 

He would remain in this awful state, trying to cool his fast paced breathing not having the best of luck with it, with these god awful thoughts coming back, every time he attempted to take a deep breath with more tears choking out, still curled up in a ball. He was doing everything.. He could do, there was nothing to aspire, hope for. Everytime he tried coping with the panic attack all he could think was ‘cool down’, with every negative thought he had flooding back in. 

His shaking hands went to cover his face, with disheveled hope, fleeing into his trembling palms, with short intakes of breathe, wiping his rosy red cheeks every few seconds to clear some of tears, his lip trembling as he’d do so, his whole face was red at this point. All he could do was cry at this point, cry silently with quick shaking breaths being a common theme, waiting til maybe, he would pass out?

But that never came, all he could do was cry, weep, silently in the solus cell, only accompanied by his teddy bear with tears drenched on its head from how much crying he had conducted for almost 15 minutes now, taking him fully 24 minutes, to begin even attempt to settle down, everything he has been through has been so damaging, not only to his body, but to his mental state even more, worsening every day, resulting in a daily worsening fear, of- well- fear. He feared messing up, he feared tripping, he feared crying, he feared yelling, he feared himself, he feared everything, he feared, fear. And didn’t even know it. 

The dizziness of this panic attack was an huge contribute to why he couldn’t think straight, process what was happening, til his panic attack would somewhat cool down when he’d just try to pay more attention to his teddy bear than himself, hugging it tightly, not even hugging, squeezing it as pained tears would continue pouring like an river down his face, collecting at his chin before falling down onto his teddy bear even more. 

The teddy bear honestly did settle the panic attack abit overtime, Ashtyn finally having something to actually hold onto that felt close enough to home, a friend, a pet, something, to feel affection from. 

He’d basically cling onto the teddy bear for 5 more minutes with it about settling him down, like an child getting tucked into bed, planting his tear stained, sweat, cherry red fatigue face onto the top of his teddy bears head, with his panic attack recovering into falling asleep, not peacefully of course but, finally.. He finally took the calmest breath he had taken in the past 30 minutes. 

- All he could manage to do before he fell off into sleep was pray he didn’t wake up the next morning. -

[a-muzzled-hound]

“I’ve got a pulse”

DAY 6 - WHUMPTOBER

Ransom video, I've got a pulse, screams from across the hall

TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENT!: Stress situation, cardiac arrest, descripition of stressful torture, serious injury/blunt item injury, restraints/table restraints, oc, tramua oc, no comfort

    Ashtyn of course would be laying ontop of an table restrained lightly compared to previous situations, after an pretty stressful situation, with no response coming from him, and when I say stressful I mean stressful, yelling, shouting, bones struck with an hammer, and violent jamming with a screwdriver to the knuckles, for every scream, with him finally fainting, an bloody, sweat drenched mess, with his tears beginning to dry up, blending with some blood stains on his face, with the screwdriver even being jammed on his ear loop, which gives you an good idea of how hard he was crying, not given the simple access to scream, being gagged with an blood dried rag which had been used on ashtyn not too long ago, now being used for some gag?! Not even washed either.

    Of course two men would stay to make sure Ashtyn had a pulse, still alive, still workable to train even more, Demetrius and Vincent would be the two men who really were the ones in charge, being rather stern, doing most of the yelling to freak the poor kid out to his withered ends. 

Demetrius would finally feel for ashtyns pulse, feeling it via the middle of his chest, with his heart rate growing weaker and weaker the past few 2 minutes, til it had stop, nothing which is what demetrius exactly felt, no pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing. Ashtyn had never looked this peaceful either, once in his life til maybe he was a toddler? Maybe.. That is rather slim maybe too. 

Demetrius would immediately grab vincent over “The kid isn’t breathing-” demetrius glance went to vincent who had his back facing demitrus and the fully, unconscious and unresponding half guard dog, and half human pre teenager. 

Vincent eyes widened as he’d look back, taking a few steps back to the table as ashtyn would lay, with his facial muscles relaxed, with every other muscle relaxed, despite how swollen and bruised- fractured even. Relaxed..

 “I’ve got this.” Vincent would say in an serious tone with his eyes switching back into an cold look as he’d apply both of his hands to the upper area of ashtyn's chest, considering he isn’t an grown adult, with it injuring ashtyn, even killing him if he had applied his hands any lower, mumbling 30 to himself, for each chest compression he did he counted up, giving ashtyn brief moments of air, mouth to mouth as he’d repeat the progress, right after untying the bloody cloth gag, setting it aside

“Fucking- okay.. Twenty two, twenty three, twenty four,  just more softer as ashtyn's face would begin to scrunch up slowly “We’ve got an mutt, restored back to health, a pulse, whatever you’d call it.”

He’d turn his head to the side in an sort of awful, daze looking up at vincent with tears unintentionally streaming down his face trying to raise his arms up from the restraints still kept him to wipe his face, with his teeth gritting as brain struck right in the back of his head, shaking it softly with all of the blood fully dried up, not to mention the slightly chipped bones from the hammer strikes from earlier kicked in 

Demetrius would speak up “No reason to stay down here then.” Ashtyn would just look at the men, almost.. Furious I guess you could call it, but all he could do was glare and grind his teeth with his canines doing most of the grinding, tugging his wrists up trying to raise himself up.. Although, that's quite impossible. 

Vincent “Right, let’s go then.” he’d take one last cold, heartless gander at Ashtyn's agonized scrunched face

Ashtyns heart longing to be pounding heavily, pounding one at a time, holding his tongue back, with the two older men walking up the creaking stairs, slamming the door behind themselves, with the sound of a clicking lock heard as it got shut, with all of ashtyns, held back crying immediately emerged from Ashtyn, taking him only a few seconds for it all to erupt out of him, with the hysterical nonstop blubbering, sobs, weeping had exhausted himself out taking him quite abit for him to get it all out, with tears cruising down the sides of his face with them starting to soak some of Ashtyns hair from how many had flushed out of his eyes, it felt as if he was dough getting flatten by an rolling pin, from how the exhaustment got to him, he truly felt like a slob as the fatigueness was getting to him for the last few minutes, with no suprise, Ashtyn passed out right on the freezing cold table, with any warmth generated from all of the unimaginable aching pain and tears.

[a-muzzled-hound]

"Running out of air"

DAY 5 - WHUMPTOBER 

Trigger warning/content!!!: Minor abuse, dog/pet whump, forced bathing, mention of previous injuries, kidnapping, shock collar, inflicted, noncon bathing, noncon stripping

Word count: 1317

  “FUCK! GET OFF OF ME!” Vincent would be basically be dragging half nacked ashtyn, with only a few flimsy ripped up rags barely covering the boy up, getting dragged over to the bathroom with the bathtub already filled to the brim for ashtyn, with him being covered in cuts, scratches, blood, dirt, and some dried up vomit from his literally second day here.

  Ashtyn would continue hitting at vincent, breathing quickly with vincent just shoving ashtyns face upwards, by the boys jaw, dropping him after an quick kick he gave to vincents side “HOME!-- I WanNNa gO- HOME!”  Ashtyn would scramble up, making an run for it, only to be shoved back to the ground with tears flushing from his eyes from the rough shove, getting shoved by Demetrius “Kid. You’re NOT. Going home.” Demetrius would take a few more steps forward, quickly slamming the heel of his boot onto ashtyns 

Of course his reaction was screaming ontop of his lungs, tears flushing down his face, getting shocked right after by the shock collar they had attached on him, as he’d attempt crawling away, this was definitely the most fight the boy has put up since hes gotten here. His teeth would be grinding in frustration, with tightly clenched and shaking fists, he’d get yanked up by Vincent “Intolerant fucking mutt.” the grip from vincent was iron on ashtyn as ashtyns tears would start to soak through Vincent's blazer “STOP! STOPPPP!!” the poor mutts voice was breaking up, trying his best to get away from vincent, but it simply hurted too much to move his wrists that had the iron locked grip on them, with vincent swaying ashtyns fully over his shoulder “STOP!--” *Brrzzt! An strong electric shock wave entered ashtyn once again, with the shocks getting controlled by demitrus, twitching by it, his whole face was squinted up as he’d be forced into the bathroom, with demitrus following as well, with the other captors elsewhere

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  Ashtyns body would just get set back down to ground level with him immediately holding onto the sink, with his ankle weak– he’d look up at the men with an pounding heartbeat and flaring nostrils. “C’mon pal, time for ‘bathtime’.” Ashtyn would immediately shake his head no, with him falling sideways on his left ankle in these few moments, quickly rebalancing himself on the sinks ledge, after every time, with even more tears flushing from his eyes  

 “You NEED. A BATH.” Vincent's voice spoke up, stern and straight forward as ever. With ashtyns eyes darting to vincent flinching a bit, he was just so- fucking- frightening to ashtyn, covering his ears. Maybe it was because he brought ashtyn, maybe it was just his face, maybe it was just the mans voice, who knows~  Ashtyn would shake his head no, still resisting to cooperate, which just resulted in the two mens losing their patience, walking toward ashtyn, with demetrius locking the bathrooms door

“N-No..!-- Fuck! OFF!” he’d just drop to his knees onto the bathroom tiles, as the men would literally be coming toward the stubby boys way. Ashtyn was having an awful panic attack, shaking his head no, laying down immediately with his ankle aching too much to support him. 

“Grab him.” Vincent spoke, sending a straight kick to ashlyns face, resulting in a small nose bleed, and the mutt balling up into a ball, doing his best to become tiny, and tinier, to the point he didn’t even exist anymore. “C’mon buddy. You’re taking a bath now.” Demitruses would snatch at ashtyn's wrists, collecting the mutts wrists together. “NO!” Ashtyn would scream, with it being difficult to see anything through his tears 

Once demetrius had brought ashtyn up, to his level, the mutt would receive multiple harsh slappings across his face, pretty much dangling the boy from his right wrist, with his left one being pretty bruised up to begin with prior to this whole conflict. “THIS ISN’T UP TO YOU. UNDERSTOOD?!”  Ashtyn would nod after a moment of wheezing breaths, holding onto the side of his face, trembling like he was digged in snow. Freezing.. Demitrus would drop ashtyn's trembling body right by the bathtub, with his handprint freshly imprinted onto both sides of the mutts cheeks. Muttering to himself “m-mmmom….” over and over again, as quiet as he could as tears kept on falling from his eyes, doing his best to cover his face as vincent would strip ashtyn of the filmsy rags 

“IN.” 

You’d think ashtyn would learn to just comply with them, right? Apparently, he hasn’t. Ashtyn would shake his head non stop, squirming his knees up to his chest. “Did, I STUTTER? IN.” Vincent repeated himself in an much more irritated tone of voice

“PL-PleeAse- AGH!!” Greeted with another shock, for the ‘mutts behavior’ just breaking ashtyn down “IN.” ashtyn would shake his head, falling to the ground, grabbing at the shock collar with his grubby hands trying to take it off, his face was in agonizing pain, discomfort, expressing it more and more somehow, with each tug he gave the shock collar, resulting into more shocks being executed to the mutt for the next few hopeless and even pityful attempts.  “PLEASE, PLEA-ASeEE!!” 

   Vincent would just snatch the boy roughly up, man handling the mutt, til he’d have ashtyn up to the ledge of the bathtub, to be knocked down and down again ached ashtyn, and all he had strength for was for pressing his hands against on the bath tubs ledge, doing his best to force himself away, although he quickly got overpowered by vincents strength, just looking at the bath tub with tear filled eyes, only being able to see some of the hot steam that came from the bath, with it being a hot one. 

  He’d be heavily sobbing at this point, with his eyes darting everywhere, not wanting to go in that bath- he really, really was doing his best. But his best wasn’t enough, nor will it ever be enough. And just like that he was sunk underneath, head first with demitruses holding the mutts head under water for quite a bit, resulting in blood curdling screaming from underneath the water, and splashing around, with his facial features tightly scrunching up, as vincent would finish the job, picking up ashtyn from the waist and tossing him in, with ashtyn only getting an gasp before demitrus sunk his head back in the bath tub with quite abit of force and pressure 

“THIS WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE EASIER, IF YOU’D JUST COMPLIED.”

 Afterwards!! </3

Ashtyn would be getting out, the bathtubs water would be straight filthy with all of the dirt, blood, excessive filth getting rougly scrubbed off, leaving ashtyn with light scratches from the sponge used on him and some light burning from the waters temperature.

Demitrus would scoff underneath his breathe as he’d be grabbing an towel off of an rack for ashtyn. “Such a fucking defiant mutt, we’re going to fix that up in no time.” How kind!!

Ashtyn was just more worried about his tears streaming down his face wiping them constantly with his arm, than getting something to dry off with, covering his eyes to prevent more tears flushing out as he’d be wrapped in an towel, and sent back down to the cold concreted basement with an pair of clothes laid out on the floor for him prior to this, I mean to be fair  if you the clothes barely were clothes, they had rips in them, mainly on the sides and it was cheap material, easy for more ripping and tearing to be done to it, sniffing as he’d collapse being all alone now, just crying himself to sleep that night balled in a ball.

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[a-muzzled-hound]

"Waking up disoreinated"

WHUMPTOBER! DAY 4

Trigger warning!!:No comfort, isolation, disorientation, serve injuries, pet related whump, kid/pre teen whump, trauma, panic attack

Ashtyn would finally wake up after about 6 hours of precious sleep- and right after an lengthy torture session of him and what can be said, his fighting ‘trainers’ although, theyre much more like dog trainers, treating him as such. Blood seeping through his filmsy clothes, waking up to his still untreated injuries, with the only thing given to him was an shit load of drugs to drug him up for the unimaginable slow progress of pain they had put him through for about 3 hours.

His head grew heavy as he’d look down at his injuries, an jammed up ankle that had gotten stompped by an boot that can be easily assumed to have spikes right on the heel from the sharp holes imprinted on his ankle

Some stabbings into ashtyns quads, nothing too special just, an knife that slowly got digged in further and further from earlier, with the stabbings digging into his skin, tissue, some veins infact, muscle, with the men not stopping til the whole blade got launched in to take out once ashtyn would give an loud reaction to shock him. With each one going down his right arm, and side of his left leg, both in an pretty straight line, losing quite abit of blood, leaving him pale and fever looking.

Of course he’d begin to panic, it felt like he was getting choked by an bare wire from behind, more and more he looked, with the injuries weighing on him, the pain would weigh on him rather quickly as tears began to race down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold flooring gritting his teeth as an attempt to hold back the dying to get out wailing, as he’d look at the tightly closed off bars then his #1 companion for.. how ever long hes had him, years, his stuffed teddybear, then back at the covered injuries, most of it getting covered by his filmsy dirty, stained clothing, as he’d of course wailing loudly unable to hold it back anymore with more and more tears flushing out of his eyes looking around for something to properly aid himself, nothing!

  It hurted to cry, so, so much, but he couldn’t stop, the pain was so much, so overwhelming, he just couldn’t stop, not to mention this is a literal, almost 13 year old, he’d fall to his side, looking down at the injuries in an emotional way like his world just got crushed, although, his ‘world’ or any perspective of it, shattered a LONG, time ago. Any faith he had had been shattered an right infront of him too. And now, this is just proof of how utterly destroyed it is. 

He wanted.. He didn't know what he wanted. Just for this pain to go away, for fucks sake!! He'd cry even louder the more the pain burnt, stung, pierced his mind like an knife getting continuously dragged on the sides of his brain and heart all at once "STOP! STO-AT-STAOP!" He'd just look at the direction of his beloved teddy bear, dragging himself to it with one big drag with only his right arm, holding the teddy bear to his chest trying to take breathes more slower but it was no use, he was basically suffocating the teddybear

His tears did not flee either or stop, as he now had an running nose with snot dripping down his lips, and soon enough down his chin as more screams for help emerged from him. 

"ME-SIHARGH!" Coughing from all of the- well- everything came from his lungs looking up at the staircase in hopes someone would come down "PLEASAG! HE.. HULP! HELP!?" hollering on top of his lungs, now!? Will anyone come now?! The sobbing just continued clutching his teddy bear, falling to his injured side. 

Left there. His face was red, snot covered, tear filled, with a heavily bruised eye and cheekbone. This wasn't right! In any regard.. The fact he was this injured, hurt, young, and worst of all, he had no one else, no one really, nobody could help him out, nor care to help him out.. And all of this, just because his parents didn’t want him anymore, considering he wasn’t good at a single tiny cotton picking thing they asked him to do, failed every single time

Which broke his mental state even more as he'd lay there, squeezing his teddy bear, which already was drenched in dried blood, dead ants and such, filthy.. That teddy bear really did have an awful odor to it, but ashtyn didnt have anything else, anyone else.. Its been all hes had for god knows how long.. He'd just stay there, twisting and turning in the corner wailing with his wailing nearly echoing from how empty and silent the household would be.

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[a-muzzled-hound]

"Gun to temple"

WHUMPTOBER, DAY 3

trigger warning!: Gun/Gun violence, robbery, threats, street crime/violence, manhandling, hysterical setting

  “F- I’M SORRY!--” An strong hook strike went to miles side the moment he spoke even more than he already had, he was getting stuck up by three guys, they definitely weren't younger than him, but not exactly that older either, at most a 4 year difference. With pretty covered faces.

His jaw would bring him to the sidewalk once again, after a strong hook punch, falling right to the payment, covering his face pretty much the moment he fell taking a strong hit to his side, to the point there's a strong chance it’ll start bruising soon. 

   In miles luck, true luck, he was already beaten half to death, just doing his very best to stay awake.. He, really, didn’t want to die. And for someone who found little to no meaning in life, this is really waking him up, and that there might be some, SOME! Meaning to life, but the gift of living to tomorrow isn’t a promise, an guranteene you just get. With the thoughts of “Will I die?”, “What will happen?”, “I don’t have any fucking money on me” occuring, with every free breathe he had, which was pretty brief everytime, usually getting cut off by an kick, stomping, and getting back up forcibly, by an rough and violent yanking of his hair. 

   Not to mention, it was an storming night, rain pouring and flooding the cities streets almost from how heavy the rain was pouring down. And the reason of why miles was out there in the first place, is because he frequents the cities streets more at night, always enjoying the scenery, silence, not getting bothered, bumped into. He enjoyed being invisible and unbothered, so, so much. 

Of course he was aware of the cities crime rate, and how violent and graphic some of the crimes got at times, with reading the newspaper being a hobby of his. But, he never really took it that serious til now, never really seeing any sketchy people when he would walk the streets, always going alone. Which can really explain alot of the situation he’s in right now.

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One of the three guys would get down on his knees, getting his jeans wet in oppose to the dirty puddles that’d start to appear in the threatening alleyway, grabbing ahold onto miles t shirts collar, with his hands clamming up even more, holding on to it with both of his hands, shouting right at him      “Would you JUST, STOP LYING TO US! YOU HAVE SOMETHING VALUABLE ON YOU, TRUST ME, I KNOW!” 

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“SH-SHIT! I REALLY DON’T MAN! PLEASE!!” Miles would shout out defending himself, verbally of course. Him against 3 slightly older guys, not a good combo, plus, he really didn’t have all that much muscle on him, having more of a lean built body type

Of course his face got an straight punch across it "I KNOW YOU'RE LYING! YOU EITHER GIVE IT TO US, OR YOU'LL END UP DEAD!" The guy would of course be yelling, 1, to interrogate and possibly scare Miles to just give it to him, 2. The rain would just cover it from how heavy and loud it was getting with some thunder even occuting. 

"PLEASE MAN!!" 

BAM!!!! 

BOM! a bloody nose, with him getting dropped to the puddle, getting an strong straight forward kick at the left side of his ribs, with his bloody nose leaking into the puddle as his arms fleed to his side hugging it, yelping loudly through his hysterical tears streaming down his face, which just blended in with the rain

The sounds of an pistol getting cocked out came rather quickly right after the kick, and what gave away with it being an gun with the guy reloading it. Miles eyes would peel back at the guy, who just RELOADED a pistol! 

   The other two guys would walk over to miles, just standing in the rain, so of course they're drenched and just would like to hurry this up. Grabbing miles up by his armpits, sort of just yanking him instead. 

    Miles would of course try elbowing them, missing them every time, with his elbows unable to reach, with his arms just getting tightened even more in response. 

His arms were suddenly turned to be tightly squeezed behind his back, with them constantly losing some of their grip to tighten it even more, from the rain. 

The gun would get aimed and with the pistols muzzle getting pressed against miles side temple with his eyes widening, with his left one being bruised badly with a cut right where his eyebrow would be at, from earlier. With tears hysterically flushing out his eyes, and some snot dripping from his nose just to give you the idea of how uncontrolled his emotions were. 

The man would of course load the chamber of the gun with one of the bullets he had put in merely 2 minutes ago. Re pressing it against miles temple, tapping it bluntly against his temple

"Where.IS.IT?"

Miles would finally give up.. He really did have something valuable, it was one of his fathers golden watches, which he had left behind, with his father walking out on his mother, leaving her a single mother as a result. So of course he'd keep that as maybe.. A Remembrance of his father everyday as his breathes were hysterical barely getting out.. He really, really, didn't want to give it.. But he really didn't want to die.. 

"FIIUN-FA-FOK-OKUgH" miles had coughed out that last part, looking down now with the man's tone turning into an much more cold one approach "Where?!" With the man looking at one of the two guys holding him 

Miles would stammer out "C-BR-BRA!" He'd deeply feel emabrass by that– wearing an sports bra, he wasn't trans or anything, he just was recommended one to wear by his mother to carry small things, wads of cash, an picture, anything small 

Of course the guys looked confused tugging miles backwards, in an aggressive manner to see if he was fucking with them, and right now?! "S-SEFI-I-UGH! OUS-! SERIOUS!" Of course the guy with the gun would pull forward with less aggressive on miles drenched shirt collar, drenched with rain and some light blood staining, with it being a white shirt accompanied by a coat, well- once was accompanied by a coat. 

  Of course, as NOT expected, there was an Nike sports bra with an outline of an watch, with the sports bra now being tugged forward and snatching the golden watch out of miles sports bra, pain just struck miles heart like 10 bricks got dropped on it, all at once when the golden watch was snatched

"It could have been SO, SO MUCH EASIER! Shit head!" The man would of course set off a gun shot in the it, just to cause an flinched reaction to miles

A Scream came from miles lungs flinching violently backwards, barely being able to see anything through the blurs, slowly opening his eyes, looking at the man, and once he did he got dropped to his knees on the cold payment of the alleyway as the men ran off. 

   Of course miles would hold his chest wailing to no body.. Not for help.. Just, to himself. 

[a-muzzled-hound]

WHUMPTOBER, DAY 2! "No where to run"

Trigger warning!!: Medical/asylum whump, mental ward/hospital, poor conditions, rage outburst, bottled up emotions

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Hurley would be getting, minute by minute. He dashed through the narrow, stuffy hallways with some of the fluorescent lights flickering, with the asylum not being in the best condition it could be, to be quite honest but hey! It's doing it's best. With loud boots following quickly in a rush from afar, with brief second conversations of where hurley had ran too, hunting every corner hurley had went through

For context of course, hurley got into a huge fight which resulted in a near death for the other patient he’d be fighting with, being caused from the reasoning, the guy had kept on poking out every detail hurley had, his chipped, yellow, sharpened teeth any shark would have, his dirty tail, the ripped fabrics on his clothing from previous outbursts, the stains on his clothes aswell. More and more tiny details with the guy even pulling and poking at the details. Each one, being an insecurity hurley would bury deep underneath his anger, and for more sense, Hurley is part mako shark so, makes sense of how short tempered, aggressive, and violent he was.

And as his consequence from that. 4 Whole days in his cell, with only a styrofoam tray with only rice and an disposable cup of water, through the tray slot every day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, same thing. And right now he was up ended, trying to escape. He did have an advantage over others in the mental hospital, his body strength was equivalent to, two of the guards, maybe even three if they didn’t know proper technique. With the only concern on his mind with the guards is if they had an tranquilizer dart? They definitely did. That’s why he had to keep running, til maybe an exit came up, that he could barge through? Only thing is this hallway had no exits to the outside so he had to keep on rushing through the halls

It was late at night. Atleast for the patients there, with it being 11 o clock. And curfew happening at 9 o clock. With most patients alsleep by now, considering there’s nothing fun to do, each sign above the doors displayed in bold red, giving an glow infact “LOCKED” With the cell number right underneath the signs, being less apparent as the signs were. It’s not like hurley had time to stop and read each cell number individually anyways.

Soon enough, he ran into an corner, he swore, yelling not in any control of his volume, out of breath with pure adrenaline pumping through his blood! “THERE’S SUPPOsED— TO BE A FUC-UCKING DOOR HERE!” He’d bang against the wall with his fist, any chance that the guards and the one doctor following behind, which had came in the first place, for treatment.

He’d spin behind, when it hit him suddenly as he was just catching his breath, that the doors that led, to a separate unit of the mental hospital was on the right side, with him taking the LEFT side, eyes widening while tightly clutching his chest, it felt like his heart was exploding, but.. He had told himself, he wasnt ging to stop running til he made it out!!

So of course he’d dash back to where he had came from, heading to the right hallway, blindly not seeing anyone there, not even hearing, all he could hear was his heart rate that was rather fast.

“GE- UGH!!”

Hurley stumbled a bit backwards, he was obviously not paying attention, bumping right into 2 guards that’d tightly be together acting as one wall. With hurleys glare louring to the guards quickly switching into an south paw stance, breathing even more at a faster rate.

“GET T-HEU FU-Ck-UCK!- GO!!” Taking a pause to stammer some air into his lungs. With his fists clenching themselves. There’d be 6 emergency response guards in total, with his eyes resembling just as daggers would, staring down its victim. Although, I think.. It’s obvious who’s winning this fight for once?

The doctor spoke up in a stern mannered voice, with the doctor folding his arms together in utter disapproval of hurleys escape attempt. Not to mention, the doctor really didn’t tolerate disobedience from anyone below him.

“We can go about this the easy way, do you even have the brains to think of that in the first place? Because you’re just digging yourself further into this mess you’ve made for yourself. First off, you threw about every tray you were given back out, cussing the person who was just trying to serve you, OUT. Through the tray slot mind you, and making your room an mess. We can still go about this the easy way.”

The doctor would pause staring down hurley, being greet with an equally deadly glare, inbetween the guards

“The next move is all yours.”

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Of course hurley chose to do this the hard way, like he was going to just SURRENDER HIMSELF! To pricks! Jackasses! ASSHOLES!

“Like I’M, GOING TO DO THAT!” Hurley spat out, finally caught most of his breath spitting onto the floor just to piss them off even further, snarling through his bare teeth. With his eyes meeting one of the 9 guards faces that were probably ordered in a rush to get over here, considering his face wasn’t properly covered like the 8 other emergency response guards.

“Right.”

The doctor responded, in a stern tone, although it had a little disapproval, just shaking his head, backing up to make space

[a-muzzled-hound]

WHUMPTOBER - Day 1 - "A Little out of ordinary""

OC WHUMP

TRIGGER WARNING / TW!!: Manhandling, restraints, spikes, male whumpee, captive, group whumpers, pet whump, mitten restraints, basement, ropes, chains, animal slaughter house mention, hooks, teen/tramua whump

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“ASSHOLE!!” 13 Year old Ashtyn would wailed out for help, assistance, anything! On Top of his lungs, fighting his arms infront of him despite getting held behind his back with his lungs gasping for air. Burning hot whip slashes all across his back, being stripped shirtless earlier. 

As his neck would get stepped on harshly by Daniel “C’mon kidd!! Take a chill pill!” with the boots pressure, smushing around the back of ashtyn's neck, stepping his boot in further with extending grin. Daniel was the only man that’d be smiling and making true light of the situation. Loving to mess with the poor kid. 

Ashtyns screams just dug themselves out, almost clawing itself out, coughing as he’d scream out even louder as laughter began from daniel. With his boot beginning to lift pressure off of ashtyn's neck, seeking for any oxygen to take in til, daniels boot just stomped itself back onto the back of ashtyn's neck, laughter bursting out once again. 

   Of course this cycle couldn’t go on forever, Vincent speaking up “That’s enough.” The kids head sparked up at vincent only seeing an fazey vision of vincent, with his eyes that were engulfed in tears, with his voice cracking out some more crys between every panicked breath as daniel's boot would slowly be taken off, taking a large STOMP right beside ashtyn's face “C’monn!! No, fucking!! Funnn!” 

  Ashtyn's head almost shrieked back and away from the boot that was just an inch away from the kid's nose, hurriedly exclaiming in a pretty panicked tone of voice, with his words scrambling all over each other “N-No! nO! CAN’T! FUcKinG-UG-N-INGCANT!” Repeating can’t can’t, over, and over again til it became inaudible of what he was trying to say. 

“Whatever you say, dickface.” Vincent responded, as vincent's grip on ashtyn's arm that’d be right behind the kids back, gripped together, as he’d do an facial gesture to Finex to get some rope, returning with rope and mitten restraints, but not any, they were spiked on the inside, Finex would kneel down beginning to harshly throw the rope ends over ashtyn's trembling, sweating arms as he’d start to tie the rope around ashtyn's arms, with each end meeting each other eventually, with his hands gripping onto the ropes tied all over his arms. With Vincent helping out on the left side with the rope tying and knots. 

  Ashtyn would just wail out swears, between his shaked out crys, sobbing more and more in an hysterical manner every time the ropes were tightened to tie a knot, with his teeth grinding once the knots were finished with. Getting yanked upwards by his arms and by his hair. Hair getting tugged by Daninel, and arms getting yanked by Vincent, as Daniel would sort of spin ashtyn's head in small circular motions with a twisted grin. 

“Keep ahold of his arms, tightly, this will hurt.” Alyx spoke in a stern tone, with ashtyn just constantly attempting to turn his head backwards, til.. 

BAM! 

His face was slammed right against the concrete floor of the cold cellar. By who? He couldn’t tell.. With ashtyns back hunching up right afterwards, with some nerves in his brain getting struck from the sudden and aggressive hit, an chipped front tooth, an bleeding nose. Resulting in Ashtyn going silent for a moment, trying to inhale and realize what had just happened! What happened? 

   The mittens would start to get tugged onto ashtyns hands with the mittens restraints being an size smaller than how they’re meant to fit, not to mention they had tiny spikes on the sides, stabbing right after poking at the side of his hands 

“STOP IT! FUCKING- UCKI DFUCKING STO-STOP IT! BBAST..TAURDS!”

His head shot up, just to be driven back to the concrete with his chin taking the drive instead of his face this time around, keeping his jaw shut as his teeth would grind as the spikes would begin to stab into his hands, the more they got secure and forced on his hands. Shaking his head no violently, over and over again, heaving out some screams, for it to just be shut down moments later. 

  Once the mittens were squeezed and pressed on his mitten restraints, with him being especially disobedient today with this. He’d be screaming with his face jerking itself finally out of the mans grasp and screaming on repeat for as long as he could, which didnt last long getting once again, another..

BANG!

Bruising appearing this time on ashtyns right eye, with an cut even appearing only after a few moments from the hard rock concrete floor, resulting into an even more bloodier nose, bruising now appearing on his nose ridge, leaving an blood stain mark on the concrete where his face would be planted to. 

“And to think, we trained you better than this. Looks like we’ll just go back to square one with you buddy.” James spoke up, with him being the one banging and smashing ashtyn's face, and head onto the concrete flooring of the cellar. 

Ashtyns heart grew heavy, having trouble breathing, with blood beginning to finally leak from the mittens, down the boys wrists, and forearms, even getting on vincents hands that’d be keeping sure the mittens would stay on and not fall off after a few movements from ashtyns end if he even dared to. While Alyx would begin to add chains for some form of different restrainment, attaching them to sides of the mitten restraints, that’d have circular open pads for the sole purpose of attaching them to lets say, an wheel chair, an table, chains. Anything really. 

“Lift the mutt up. I need to finish this up.” 

   Finally. James would lift ashtyn up, with him only to be faced with a fuzzy vision of the wall infront of him that’d have an counter with multiple torture devices on two tall shelves that’d be attached together, making one huge shelf, with an counter next to the shelf, with an medical tray containing all kinds of torture instruments, screw drivers, scalpels, knives with switches of a few variety of blades, an hand held drill, etc. It made ashtyn's stomach squeeze into an tight garlic knot, the more he realized what he was looking at, as the fuzzed out vision would leave him for a few moments, just to return right afterwards, not to mention, the mind numbing migraine he was going through, from that rough, and violent bang with his face from earlier. 

    The chains would get extended to more chains, with the chains started to get tightly wrapped around ashtyns waist, acting as an chain belt, getting more chains with the weight starting to get to ashtyn, even more as they’d get wrapped up around his chest, going up and around his shoulders, with them doing a few repeats with the way they had the chains on ashtyns torso. With ashtyn grunting with every chain added onto him. 

After around 6 minutes, they finally had every chain attached that they needed to be on ashtyn. 

   3 Lightweight chains attached to the mitten restraints, around his waist, acting as an belt. 

   8 Chains wrapped tightly around his chest, with 4 chains on each shoulder, with the two separate chain attachments being wrapped together with an lock, with these chains being much more heavier than the simple light weight chains from earlier. Resulting in ashtyn looking down, and almost falling face forward multiple times with james muscle supporting him, with an chuckle expressing his joy seeing ANYONE, really in this certain, fainting mental state. Knowing damn well,, it was just going to get so, so~ worse! 

   Lastly, there were some free chains were right by the wall behind ashtyn, to hold him up in just a moment! 

    Demetrius finally said something, waiting the whole time for this, setting up hooks and all that knick knack on the wall, with his facial expression being rather peeved. “Just bring him over here.” 

Ashtyns face on the other hand, was full of agony, muttering underneath his breath with the few moments of free time he had, despite the tight, chilling and rather uncomfortable restraints on him, with there being so many on him.. Was there more? “N-noa..no.” barely shaking his head, he didn’t know what was behind him. He didn’t want to find out, he was already on the verge of passing out. Right on the line of passing out. 

    “Got you.” Vincent responded with james letting go of ashtyns head of hair, going infront of ashtyn to grab ahold onto the mutts axillas, slowly lifting him up as vincent and alyx, as daniel stood aside making space, walking over to where Demetrius would be. With the three men bringing ashtyn to the wall, with daniel and demetrius taking ahold from there, james picking up the free chains i mentioned earlier, they were definitely new! With all of the chains that were on ashtyn bloody with atleast some rust. 

    The free chains would get attached to the metal hooks, with the hooks being the kind of hooks you’d see in an animal slaughter for hanging cattle, pigs, any farm meat that’d be attached securely to the wall. With the chains getting tossed over the hooks, tightened once the chains came down, making an knot with the chains surprisingly at the very top. As ashtyns would be pressed against the wall, with his jaw just lunging out to maybe bite.. One of the men..? It was useless, with the face just launching itself 2 inches forwards.

    The chains hanging from the hooks would wrap around the chest and shoulder restraints with ashtyn just trying to shrug his shoulders hesitantly beginning to cough abit, shaking his head, with tears bursting out all over again, with the ideas of torture flooding his mind out of nowhere, with the consequences of his defensive attitude from earlier, striking him just now.. As he’d begin to get chained up. 

     With his ankles getting weighted shackles, getting placed on by Daniel, with them having an switch on the sides for spikes to get launched on the inner side of the shackle. Finally, they had him chained up. 

    Arms tied, and chained behind his back, twisted together with his hands an BLOODY, GORY mess underneath thoses tight, compressing mitten restraints, chest, waist, and shoulders firmly secured in the weighted chains, with the ones keeping him up, coordinating between his shoulders and arm pits, being rather secure. Ashtyn looked.. Like a mess to say the least.

“Now we can finally start.” 

Vincent spoke in an cruel voice, turning his back to get the tray of torture instruments.