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[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember 19 & 20

Exhaustion, Drugged

tw syringe

@whumpcember

While the man was gone, Stella tried to take a peak inside his bag. It was left open on the table, in easy reach if only her arms weren't cuffed down. She stretched her neck, but it wasn't enough. She gave up after a while.

The man walked back in as she started to doze off, head hanging. He clapped his hands, startling her awake. Stella put herself back together quickly, glaring at the man.

"A little tired?" the man asked, grinning. Stella refused to answer. The man shrugged. "I'll let you sleep, even give you a bed, if you answer my questions."

"Never," Stella said. Her hands were in fists in the cuffs. The man only shrugged again, walking towards his bag. Stella stiffened, the smell of burnt hair still fresh in her mind. Would he burn her skin this time? Whatever he pulled out, she was sure she could take it. Mostly.

The man pulled out a syringe, tapping it lightly to remove any air bubbles. He pulled the cap off, turning to Stella. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle, so she sat stock still as he poked her, injecting her with... something. It didn't hurt any worse than any vaccine she had received in her life. He did it with practiced ease, although Stella doubted the man had any actual medical training. Didn't doctors have a thing about not causing harm?

"I'll bet you're wondering what that does," the man said, watching her. Stella glared, schooling her expression. The man grinned. "No? You'll figure it out, eventually. In the mean time..." The man pulled a taser out of the bag, turning it on. The buzz caused a shiver to run down Stella's spine, but she did her best to hide it. He jabbed it into her arm, the same one he injected her in, and she saw white.

Stella's throat hurt. Her body hurt. Her arm hurt. Above all, she was so, so tired. She had probably been awake for a full 24 hours at this point, but she had discovered what the injection did while she was being electrocuted. She couldn't fall asleep, nor could she even fall unconscious. The drug kept her awake to feel all of the pain she was put through. It had been hours, and it still hadn't worn off yet. When would it wear off!? Her eyes felt heavy, but it didn't matter if she closed them or not. The heaviness remained, and she remained in the present, twitching still from the electricity. The torture had officially started, and it felt far worse than she could've imagined. So she sat, awake, waiting for the drug to wear off so she could fall into blissful sleep, or unconsciousness at the very least.

Then the man came back into the room, carrying another syringe.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 17

(skipped 15 and 16, but I'm back now!)

Fire

Stella sat in a small white room, hands cuffed to the table in front of her. Her legs were ziptied to the legs of the chair she sat in. There was another chair in front of her, across the table, but it was empty. She had been alone for what felt like forever, but was actually a few hours. She had tapped her fingers on the table for a while, but had gotten bored of it. Her head leaned back, braids hanging down, and sighed. If she was going to be tortured, get it over with already. She hated to be still, hated to be bored.

She regretted the thought immediately when the door swung open, revealing a sturdily built man in camo pants and a green tank top. He stalked toward the table, setting down a black duffel bag. Stella lifted up her head, scowling at him. So this was her torturer. Pretty stereotypical to send in a big strong guy to intimidate the prisoner. She wasn't impressed.

The man walked behind her chair, grabbing the top of it. Stella stiffened slightly, but didn't move otherwise. She wasn't scared.

"Well, well. I didn't expect the rebels to be a group of little brats, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You neer have been able to make any big moves against us, have you?" the man asked. Stella rolled her eyes, not responding. Once he got her talking, he would start asking more critical questions, and she wasn't planning on answering any of them.

"Not a talker, are you? That's okay. I've broken stronger than you before." The man grabbed his bag, unzipping the top. He pulled out a small torch. Stella watched as he held the button, turning the torch on. A small flame shot out. Stella grit her teeth, trying not to flinch away as the flame was brought close to her face. She could feel the heat, sucking the moisture from her face, stinging her eyes. She sat frozen, unblinking, but then the torch was pulled away, turned off. And relit. Right at the ends of her hair.

She didn't even notice at first, just heard the torch flick on behind her. Then she smelled the rancid scent of burning hair. She breathed heavily through her nose, still trying not to react. He was just burning her hair? It was long, she'd be fine, it'd probably burn out before it reached her head. The smell wasn't the only thing making her sick, though.

Stella could feel her head getting lighter, could feel the fire grow against her back. She worried her shirt would catch fire, but she didn't dare move. She wasn't trying to be stoic anymore, just trying to keep the fire contained to something relatively inconsequential, like her hair. She loved her hair, but she loved her skin a hell of a lot more.

The man was standing over her, arms crossed. He didn't say anything, but he wore a smug grin. Stella felt a burning heat on her neck. She twitched. Stay still, stay still. She knew the man was enjoying watching her sweat, and he was waiting for her to beg, or to move and burn herself. She refused to do either.

The man grabbed the ends of her hair before it burned her head, smothering the fire. Her head spun from the relief, her shoulders fell, and her hands relaxed from the fists they had become. She hadn't even noticed how tense she had become.

"That's it?" she dared to ask, smirking uneasily. The man actually laughed at her.

"That wasn't the interrogation," he said. "We do that to all long term prisoners. We're not going to take care of your hair. You don't need it here anyway." With that, the man left, leaving the duffel bag tantalizingly open on the table. Stella's stomach twisted violently. She wasn't scared yet, but she felt deeply uneasy. She swung her head around, feeling the heated edges of her remaining hair hit her face. She felt ash tickle her face. She hated how impersonal losing it was. It wasn't even a haircut, or shaving, as dehumanizing as those would be. She was barely touched. She already hated that man.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 14

Cornered

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Avery messed up.

He had been cleaning dishes, like normal, when a plate slipped out of his hands. He had watched with horror as it crashed to the ground, breaking into tiny, sharp shards. He ran to grab a broom and clean it up, but it was too late. A guard heard the commotion and ran into the room. Avery ran into the knight, stumbling back.

"Running away from your mess, are you?" the guard said, walking towards Avery. Avery backed away.

"N-no, sir! I was g-getting a broom, sir!" he insisted. The guard only narrowed his eyes at the boy. Avery backed away further.

"Don't talk back!" the guard bellowed. Avery flinched away, hitting the wall behind him. The guard walked up to him, hovering over the shorter boy. Avery was frozen, cowering against the wall, unable to escape even if he wanted to. The guard lifted an armored hand and backhanded him, the edges of the iron gauntlet scratching into Avery's face.

"Now, clean up that mess, lazy boy!" the knight ordered. Avery nodded, shaking and unable to speak. The knight walked back to his post nearby, but Avery refused to walk past him to get the broom. So, he swept the pieces of plate in his palm. The big pieces were easy enough to clean up, but the small pieces poked into his hand and created little cuts. When every piece was off the floor, Avery resumed his task, hands stinging from the soap and water and face dripping blood. He was much more careful, shaking as he slowly washed every dish.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Days 12 & 13

Touch-starved, restraints

@whumpcember

Casey was chained up and alone for a week before they started to miss Seraphina. Yes, she tortured them, but she also spoke, was the only human voice they heard other than their own in the cold dungeon. So cold. What they wouldn't give to have her hand in their hair again...

No. No! They're doing it again. They're breaking. They shifted in their chains, the heavy metal causing their healing arm to ache. Seraphina was actually letting them heal a bit. Their arm no longer felt as if it was split in half, and their other arm only stung a little bit. The whip marks on their back were little more than scars. They would take all the pain back if it meant someone came to visit, even if it was Seraphina. They hated themself for it.

Casey recognized the footsteps coming to their cell. She was coming back! They felt their heart drop. They couldn't decide if they should be excited or terrified, and that in itself made them scared. They used to be so strong...

"What's wrong, little mage?" Seraphina asked with faux concern. Casey curled into themself, not answering. They knew what was coming. The woman only grinned at them. "You're being unusually good today, not talking back. Did someone miss me?"

How did she know? She had done this before, clearly. Casey was falling right into her trap. They didn't meet her eyes, curling up further, their chains clinking.

"You deserve a reward! How about I leave you alone for a few more days?" Seraphina said. Casey's head popped up.

"No!" They spoke before thinking. They knew it was a trap. She was controlling them, she was training them, and they were letting her. More than that, they were welcoming it. They just couldn't handle being alone for another second. "Please, please don't leave... master."

The cell door creaked open. Seraphina crouched in front of them, petting their head. "All you had to do was ask," she said. Casey leaned into the touch, ignoring that their head was screaming at them to pull away.

[doggonewhumper]

Reyna

(some worldbuilding i need to get down in text)

Reyna was sick for most of her life- as long as she could remember. Her body would ache so badly that she couldn't move, her head would feel like it was being crushed by tons of stone, and her throat would burn from coughing. She tried to ignore the pain, to live normally, but inevitably, a worse pain would wash over her, knocking her down and leaving her bedridden once again.

Her brother, Roman, did everything he could for her. Without parents to rely on, he had to find her doctors himself. They traveled from village to village, Roman picking up every job available, to see the so-called "best" doctors in town. They were all either stumped, or fakes, sending Reyna home with orders of bedrest or potions that wouldn't work. Reyna was sick of seeing doctors, but her brother had one more trick up his sleeve.

Roman spent every last coin he and Reyna had to send a letter to the castle, asking if Reyna could see the king and queen's doctor. Healer Ruby was renowned for healing every ailment that came to the royal family, whether it was a simple cough or a deadly plague. If anyone could heal Reyna, it was her. Roman didn't actually expect an answer back, but he wanted to try everything, even if it was impossible.

Then a letter from the castle came back.

The siblings read it together, sitting on Reyna's bed. Roman slowly unfolded the crisp paper, eyes immediately scanning the message.

"They said yes!?" Reyna gasped. Roman laughed, nodding.

"Yes! All I have to do is work in the castle! I'll be a knight, and you'll be healthy. It's a win-win." Reyna frowned. She hadn't known Roman wanted to be a knight. What other dreams had he set aside to take care of her?

Roman was a spectacular knight, as they both expected, and Reyna turned out to be a spectacular patient. The first day she saw Healer Ruby, she was bedridden from the long journey to the castle. The healer checked her heart, and her breathing, and her eyes. She asked Reyna about her symptoms. It was all awfully familiar to Reyna, but she didn't take out her frustration on the healer. Then the woman clapped her hands, startling the girl.

"I think I've figured out what's wrong. It's not uncommon, this ailment, but it's almost never diagnosed. Most people with this illness don't want to see a doctor."

"Why not?" Reyna asked. She wanted to know everything there was to know about her condition.

"Because what you have is called 'magical consumption.' It's when a powerful mage doesn't use their magic for a long time. The treatment is-"

"A powerful mage!?" Reyna hissed. Was this lady crazy? "I can't be a mage! I've never had magic. Besides, if I did have magic, I would've been killed long ago. How can you be sosure of this?"

"I'm sure because I see it all the time, in prisoners of the castle. All of the mages that are captured and sent here eventually fall ill with the same symptoms. Not one of them has lasted an entire year in captivity," the healer responded. Reyna only grew more perplexed.

"I've had this my whole life, though. Why didn't it kill me within a year?" Why do I get to live?

"You have a special type of magic, one I am deeply familiar with. You're a healer, Reyna. Your magic is simultaneously hurting and healing you. That's why you get better and worse. Don't worry, I won't tell."

"Because you have healing magic too! What'll you do if the king finds out? He hates mages!" Healer Ruby shook her head, smiling at the younger woman.

"I'll never be found out, because the king will always pretend he doesn't know. My knowledge of illness and injury is unmatched, even among magical healers. He would be a fool to get rid of me, and he knows it."

"One more question then," Reyna requested, growing less fearful and more confident by the second. The healer nodded, waiting. "Will you teach me to be a great healer too?"

"Of course!"

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 11

Infection

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Melody was recaptured by the cultists. Dragged from her resting place under the trees, she was take to their temple. Her injured wings had dragged on the ground, the bandages over them tearing, the wounds reopening. She didn't bother struggling, not after they put a runed collar on her, blocking her powers. She might as well have been human with how weak she was.

She was kept in a musty cell in the basement. She frowned at the idea of a place of worship having a cell, but these weren't your average worshippers, they were cultists. Their ideas of worship were violent and skewed. There was no bed, only stone floors and stone walls. Despite this, she decided to sleep, hoping it was all a nightmare (she knew it wasn't).

She woke up after her short nap with fuzzy vision and chills. She shivered, sweating. Her head felt full of cotton and fluff, yet at the same time, it felt achy and heavy. She could barely keep her eyes open, so she slept again.

She awoke again to a group of cultists staring at her. She mustered up a glare, but didn't have the strength for much else. Her mouth was too dry, her body too hot and cold, her wings too pained. The cultists were talking, she noticed, but she didn't care. One of the cultists came into her cell, reaching for her wings. That made her care. She struggled to move away, to fight, but her limbs were weak and sore, so she only flailed around uselessly as the cultist grabbed one of her wings. He ripped the remaining bandages off, revealing red-hot, seeping burns and scrapes. They smelled less like burnt flesh now, more like infection. It would be sickening, if she weren't already feeling too sick to care.

"That's what's causing the thing to be sick!" the cutist said. The leader nodded. He came into the cell as well, taking hold of the wing, running his hand over the wounded flesh, ripping off the few remaining feathers. Melody hissed in pain.

"The infection is too strong. We don't have the medicine to spare," the other cultist outside her cell said. "We should let it die, find another one."

Melody took care to hide her relief. Death would allow her to regenerate, to go back home, to possibly heal her wings. She welcomed death, even if it would be a long, painful one. Then the leader shook his head, and her hope diminished.

"No, no. Finding another one would be much too difficult. Besides, we don't have to use our medicine supplies. There's another way."

"What is it?" one of the cultists asked. Melody's heart froze when the leader spoke again, eyes widening.

"Amputation."

[worldofwhumpcraft]

Whump Dialogue

"You'll never be wanted, do you understand? You're a disgusting, bloated, filthy stray. I can't believe I paid for you. The only reason I haven't choked the life out of you is to get my money's worth. You should be fucking grateful to be alive. "

[doggonewhumper]

Casey fell to the floor with a thud, holding their stomach. Seraphina never resorted to beatings before, always liked to use tools, so she must have been very, very angry at them. They hadn't tried to escape, had even called her master (albeit reluctantly), but she still kicked them while they were down.

"Stop! Why are you doing this? Stop!" Casey cried out. Seraphina stopped, only to glare at them, grabbing them by the neck and pulling them to their knees.

"Why? I don't need a reason why. You're a mage. You'll never be wanted, do you understand? You're a disgusting, filthy stray. The only reason I haven't choked the life out of you is because the king doesn't want you dead yet. You should be fucking grateful to be alive. So thank me," she ordered. Casey shook their head.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to thank you for beating me up! I will never be that broken. Ever. Your words mean nothing to me."

"Don't be so sure of yourself, little mage. You'll be thanking me by the time I'm done with you, they always do." Seraphina continues beating the mage, kicking their back and sides as they curled up on the floor. They groaned with every bruising hit, until a particularly hard kick caused one of their ribs to snap. Then they screamed.

Casey begged her to stop in between kicks, but she was unrelenting. Blood poured from their nose after a kick to the face, and at least two more ribs were broken. Their broken arm, although recently splinted, was stomped on, pulling another pained scream out of them. She only stopped when a kick to the gut caused them to cough up blood, adding to the dark stains on the ground.

"Thank you!" Casey coughed out, years of manners winning out over their pride. They immediately realized what it was they had done, though. Seraphina grinned at them. They had thanked her for letting them live after all.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 10

Freezing

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Duke slammed the door behind him, standing outside the safehouse. He needed a moment alone, after finding out his sister was trapped in the same compound that he was imprisoned in. He knew firsthand that they would not be kind, and it tore him up inside knowing that Stella was in enemy hands. He paced, blowing on his hands to chase away the winter chill.

Curled up on the floor, preserving what little heat he had left, rubbing his hands together...

Duke shook his head. He couldn't believe he was traumatized, refused to believe that his short captivity had a lasting effect on him, yet there he was, having flashbacks. He grumpily sat on the cold grass, leaning back against the house, shivering.

Shivering, nonstop shivering, then it stopped, comfortable warmth replacing it, making him sleepy, maybe he should shut his eyes...

Duke jumped up. Fine, maybe he was a little traumatized. He couldn't handle the cold, the memories of freezing, of seeing his breath clouding in front of him, feeling his limbs stiffen until he couldn't move, feeling his hands go numb and pale, long hours of cold, cold, cold...

He ran inside, rushing to the bathroom. His hands had gone stiff, just like in his memories, and he needed it to stop. His fingers ached from the cold, even though it wasn't even that cold outside. It certainly hadn't hit freezing yet. Still, he turned on the shower, using the hottest setting. Duke used to love sitting outside, even when it was cold. It was an escape from the struggles of leading a rebellion. Now, he couldn't handle a little chill. He stepped into the shower, clothes and all, and stood in the burning water, letting the steam fill his lungs. The hot water stung his hands, but it was better then the creeping numbness that had taken hold.

He had to admit it. Duke was traumatized. And his sister would be, too. Curling up on the shower floor, Duke began to cry.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 9

Brainwashing

@whumpcember

tw for cuts on the arm, blood; NO suicide, self-harm, or suicidal ideation

Seraphina visited Casey many times over the next week. She removed the knife from their arm, only to stab it into their leg when they disobeyed her. They refused to call her "master," or anything of the sort, which lead to punishment.

Then she made a mistake.

Casey noticed it immediately. She forgot to lock the cell door. They wanted to scream their excitement out, but that would be a big mistake. So they silently grinned, waiting an hour after Seraphina left before slowly opening the creaky door. They looked around, seeing no guards, then hurried in the direction they saw Seraphina go. That wold be where the exit was, they reasoned. Their broken arm ached, but they stayed quiet, sneaking down the hallway. They reached a crossroad, picking a random direction. There was no way to know which was the right way.

They kept walking until they found a stairway. Stairs meant freedom! Casey ran for the steps, scraping their bare feet on the ground. They almost made it, they almost-!

Casey screamed as someone grabbed their hair from behind. They struggled, scratching at the hand, but their captor was wearing armor. They heard steps coming down the stairs, but they didn't need to see the person to know who it was. Seraphina came into view, grinning her sadistic smile. Casey only struggled more, thrashing, but the guard holding them pulled their hair harshly, slamming them into the wall to subdue them. When they finally stopped moving, Seraphina approached.

"You really thought I would be careless enough to leave that door open? I'm insulted. I really expected at least a little respect at this point, but I guess that was hoping for too much from you."

Casey growled in response. Seraphina's grin only widened, and she reached out, petting Casey on the head. When they reared their head to bite her, she slapped them, causing their already aching head to spin.

"Looks like you need another lesson," she said, pulling out her knife. "Take it back to its cell."

The guard nodded, pulling Casey by the hair to their cell. They struggled at first, but, getting nowhere, decided to let themself be dragged. They were tossed into their cell.

"That'll be all," Seraphina told the guard, before straddling the mage still on the ground. They looked up at her with defiance, glaring and baring their teeth.

"Tch. What did I say about acting like an animal? Anyway, this punishment will only end if you beg me to stop. Say 'please stop master,' and I will stop. I'll even take care of your wounds. Now, hold still." With that, Seraphina took Casey's arm, the one that hadn't been broken and stabbed through, and started cutting thin gashes down the arm, all the way from their wrist to their elbow. Casey couldn't fight, not with their other arm so badly injured, but they didn't think this punishment was too bad. They could handle it.

It wasn't until their entire forearm, front and back, was covered in lines that they started to doubt. The burn from the cuts was urelenting, almost worse than the initial sting of the knife being inserted. Blood dripped down their arm, covering the floor. Gods, they were going to bleed out! Still, they held out, grimacing and hissing as she started on their upper arm, drawing lines from their shoulder to their elbow with the knife. Tears began to drip from their eyes, wetting their hair and the floor.

They finally thought about giving in when she started slicing into their hand. The knife dragged from the tip of their finger to their wrist, and it stung, burning like their hand was on fire. Their hand twitched, agitating the cut and sending sharp pains across their palm. They couldn't take any more.

"Please! Please stop!" Casey finally begged. Seraphina shook her head, drawing the knife down their hand again.

"Almost, little mage, almost. You know what you have to say," she said. Casey gritted their teeth. Then she raised the knife for another cut, and they broke.

"Fine, fine! Please stop, master, please!" Casey yelled. Seraphina immediately put the knife away, patting their head. They didn't pull away this time, exhausted from the pain.

"Good mage! Was that so hard? Now stay here, I'm going to get some bandages and medicine for that arm."

Seraphina left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Casey looked at it with longing, but stayed put. They knew better now.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 8 (Alt 1)

Stabbed

Casey sat curled up in their cell, waiting. For what, they weren't sure, but they knew it would be bad. Their back still stung under the bandages from the last time they were dragged from their cell. They couldn't sleep on their back, which annoyed them to no end. Their arm was left broken after they lashed out at that girl, and since then, no one had come to their cell, not even to feed them. They had a bucket with relatively clean water to drink, but it was running low. Something had to give.

Footsteps echoed down the stone corridors, causing Casey to lift up their head. There it was. Their next torture.

The person who appeared was not who Casey expected. They expected a guard, or a burly, brutish man, or a sly torturer. The black-haired woman with red-painted lips who came into view didn't seem to fit that. Casey had no idea how wrong they were.

Seraphina was normally busy training servants, but she was asked to handle this mage because of how dangerous they had proven to be. She had broken the spirits of even the most rebellious of servants, so if anyone could tame the mage, it would be her. She stopped in front of the cell, looking the mage over. Long black hair, malnourished, dirty, broken arm, bandaged back. Eyes wide and wary. It looked to her like an easy case.

"Hello little mage. Can you speak?" she asked. Start simple. The mage only glared at her, baring its teeth. She grinned.

"Fine. Don't talk. We'll get to that eventually. Today is just an introduction. I am Seraphina, your new trainer, but you may refer to me as master and master only." The mage growled at that. Oh, it was a feisty one. She was going to have fun with this one. "Don't growl at me like an animal if you don't want to be treated like one. That has earned you a punishment. Give me your arm."

The mage pulled its arms close to their chest, curling away from her. Seraphina shook her head, amused, before unlocking the cell and opening the door. As soon as she got through the doorway, the mage tried to run for it. Grabbing them by the arm, she pulled the mage back into the cell, throwing them against the wall. She grabbed their broken arm and stabbed it with the knife hidden in her belt, pinning it to the wall. The mage screamed out in pain, arm twitching. Even so, they still looked at her with rage and rebelliousness.

"That was for trying to escape. I was only going to scratch your arm, but if you insist on being bad, I will continue to use more severe punishments. Consider this your first lesson: never run from me," Seraphina lectured. The mage only writhed in pain, their arm oddly bent and bleeding. Their eyes were closed tight. "I'll leave you to think about what you've done."

As Seraphina walked away, Casey desperately wished for her, or anyone, to come back and free them. They wouldn't beg for it though, so they sat in silence, suffering. Waiting.

[doggonewhumper]

Pleeaaassee can we get part two of prompt 3??? I loved it so much it's really intriguing - you really don't have to if you don't want to but it was really good

(thank you so much! have some recovery and comfort :) )

(anyone, feel free to send requests)

Set directly after this

When the team got Duke back to their base, they immediately carried him in, rushing to the bathroom.

"Put him in the bath. I'll start the water," Maribelle said.

"Won't that just put him into shock?" Stella asked, fidgeting her hands. Maribelle shook her head.

"Only if we use hot water. Cool water should be perfect, then we'll slowly warm it up."

Ponytail carefully set Duke in the water after removing his shirt and pants. Stella knelt down by the tub, holding Duke's head above water.

"When'll he wake up?" Ponytail asked. The girls both shrugged.

After slowly warming in the bath, Duke was wrapped in towels and carried to his bed, where he was covered in every blanket in the base. His hands, feet, ears, and nose were still red, but they no longer felt frighteningly cold. The team hoped they had avoided any permanent damage.

Duke woke up late that night. The team had decided to take turns sleeping and watching him. Ponytail was sitting by Duke's bed, trying to stay awake while the other slept, when he woke.

"W-what happened?" Duke asked softly, shivering. Ponytail jumped out of his seat, suddenly wide awake.

"Duke! Thank god! We were all so worried, you were so cold, like an icicle! You were captured in the enemy's base, remember? They locked you in some type of freezer, the jerks," Ponytail rambled. Duke blinked slowly.

"Yeah, I remember. I don't remember you guys coming to ge me, though."

Rushed footsteps approached the room, and the door opened to reveal Stella and Maribelle. Mari was barely awake, but she still grinned when she saw Duke was awake. Stella practically tackled her bedridden brother, hugging him tightly.

"Don't ever do that to me again! You nearly froze to death!" Stella scolded. Duke rolled his eyes, but hugged her back.

"It's not like I chose to be locked up," he quipped.

"Alright, sleepover," Maribelle said. She had gone back to her room and brought back a pillow. She stole the top blanket off from Duke and curled up on the floor. Ponytail and Stella ran out of the room for their own pillows, much to Duke's amusement. By the time they came back, Duke had already fallen asleep, cozy and warm and safe.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 7

Fainting

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Melody knew she was going to have a bad time, but she had no choice. Protecting humans was her primary directive, and if she was too chicken to do that, then what kind of angel was she?

The cultists were dragging a young woman to their altar. There were leather restraints on it, ready to hold the helpless victim still for their ceremony. Melody took a deep breath, then appeared before the cultitsts.

"An angel!" they gasped, all with varying degrees of awe and fear and anger.

"Let her go," Melody demanded, voice booming. One of the cultists turned tail and ran, not looking back. The leader, however, looked confidently, defiantly, at her.

"Or what?" he asked. "I know angels can't hurt humans. You can't do a thing to us!"

"No, I can't. But if you let her go, you can have me in her place. Angel blood works far better in your rituals, doesn't it?"

"Fine. Let the girl go," the leader said. The young woman was released, having never even touched the altar. She thanked Melody, then ran off. The leader then pointed at the angel. "Prepare it for the ceremony instead."

The cultists grabbed Melody, who didn't fight them, and dragged her to the altar. They first dressed her in gaudy clothes with jingling gold accents. Then they pulled her onto the altar and tied her wrists and ankles to the corners. To her surprise, the cultists grabbed her wings, spreading them open to their full length.

"What are you doing? I agreed to give you my blood for your ritual," Melody said, confused. The cult leader laughed at her.

"Well, I have a different idea. Yes, sacrificing angel blood is good. Sacrificing an angel's wings, though, that's even better!"

Melody struggled, flapping her wings against the hands holding them. She tried to use her powers, to teleport away, but they wouldn't work.

"Don't bother trying to escape. The runes on the altar prevent any magic from being used except our own, including yours." The leader took a pitcher and poured the contents on Melody's wings. Oil. She struggled harder, but more cultists held her feathers in their fists, holding the wings in place. The remaining cultists starting chanting, and the leader lit a torch.

"No, no!" Melody screamed, but they ignored her, chanting over her cries. The leader grinned at her, then lit her wings on fire.

Pain.

It was all-consuming, intense, icy heat that covered her wings and burned into her very soul. She could feel her feathers shriveling, turning to ash at her sides. She had never felt such pain. Between the smoke and the burning, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't, she couldn't. The chanting around her faded into muffled droning, her gasping screams quieting to desperate whines, then to nothing. She no longer had the strength to fight her restraints, going limp.

The last thing she thought, before everything faded to black, was at least it wasn't the girl...

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember 6

Nightmares

@whumpcember

"You're not being very good, darling. I'm going to have to punish you."

"No, no, I'll be good, please!"

The woman perused her table of tools, stopping at a familiar one. A whip. It had more tails than Avery remembered, though.

"No, no! Please!"

"You had your chance darling. Now face the wall, unless you would rather I whip your front instead. That would hurt more..."

Avery did as he was told, turning to face the cold, stone wall. Tears dripped from his jaw onto the rough floor. He heard the many tails of the whip hit the ground as the woman pulled her arm back. It was a familiar sound, one he had heard often. Usually, she mad him count, but this time, he was given no warning before the whip shot towards him, whistling before it finally made contact-

"Wake up! Avery, wake up!" He was being shaken gently, but he jumped and fell off the bed in his haste to get away from the touch.

"Huh?" The room he was in was familiar, but not in the same way as the stone room. This room was warm and cozy, with potions and ingredients lining the walls. He had fallen off of one of four beds that lined the wall opposite the door, with curtains between each one. There was a window, open to let in fresh air and the smell of flowers growing outside. His back didn't burn with cuts from the whip. He was alone, except for a red-haired girl staring wide eyed at him. Reyna, not the woman from his dream.

"You were screaming in your sleep! What a horrible nightmare it must have been!" Reyna said. She didn't mention what he had said.

"O-oh, sorry. W-what are you doing h-here?" Avery asked. He fidgeted with the edge of his tunic so she couldn't see his hands shake.

"I came to bring you dinner, since you're still not feeling well," Reyna replied, picking up a tray of food. "I can leave, if you need to be alone."

"Y-yeah. Th-thank you," Avery said, nodding. He carefully took the tray and set it on his lap. Reyna left, closing the door softly behind her. Avery set the food aside once she left. He hugged himself curling into a ball in bed. It felt so, so real...

[whumperofworlds]

A Caretaker/team member who got into a bad argument with Whumpee. They were so mad at Whumpee they wished that something bad happened to them (ie, "I wish you were kidnapped so I don't have to see your face again!")

Oops when that wish actually became true, and Whumpee is now in serious trouble...

[doggonewhumper]

"Well maybe the mission wouldn't have failed if you hadn't been captured!" Stella yelled. Duke crossed his arms, remembering the cold cell he was put in.

"Maybe I wouldn't have been captured if you knew how to actually form a plan!" he retorted. Stella scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"My plan wasn't the problem. It was your inability to follow through with it!"

"God, you're so arrogant. I wish it was you who had to go in there, then you would see how hard it was to avoid being caught. Follow through with your own plans." With that, Duke stomped off to join the rest of the group at their map, fuming.

"Maybe I will! I'll show you my plans aren't bad!" Stella called after him. Why did she have to join her brother's rebel group again? He was such a tool! She could probably start her own group, one that would be far more successful without him. In fact, she could get the information they needed all by herself. She'd show him just how simple it really was.

Stella packed a bag with a couple snacks, water, her lockpicks, various tools, and a decoder. That was everything Duke had brought, and subsequently lost, in his last mission.I was bad enough the enemy got ahold of some of their tech, but to blame her, when he was clearly the incompetant one, boiled her blood. She pulled gloves over her hands and slung the bag over her shoulder. All they needed was a stupid four-digit code, how hard could it be?

"Where's Stella?" Mari asked. Duke rolled his eyes.

"Probably stewing in her room or something. We got into it earlier."

"We heard. But that was, like, three hours ago. I've never seen her mad for that long," Ponytail said. Duke shrugged.

"I'll go check on her," Mari sighed. The two siblings argued a lot, but they never stayed angry for long. She wondered what Stella was doing in there for so long.

Mari knocked on the door carefully. "Stella? Hello?" No answer. Maribelle turned the handle. It was unlocked. The door slowly swung open, revealing Stella's bedroom. The closet was open, clothes on the floor, and the bed was unmade. Folded blankets in various colors and textures sat on the floor at the end of the bed. Maps and notebooks littered littered the floor. The computer in the room, with its various monitors, was off. Stella was nowhere to be find.

Stella snuck into the compound through the vents, watching carefully. When the coast was clear, she dropped down into an empty hallway. She softly stepped to the nearest intersection, looking both ways. More empty hallways. She checked her map, turned left, and kept going. This is easy, she thought. She avoided every camera, using her decoder to hack them. Easy. She found the room with the code they needed, sticking the decoder to the door. Hell, maybe she'll get the papers in the room instead of just grabbing the code to the door and leaving, since things were going so well. That would show Duke.

The decoder beeped softly, revealing the code as 8659. Stella grinned and punched the code into the keypad. The door slid open, revealing rows of filing cabinets. Stella took a deep breath, then went inside, rifling through the first cabinet. She put each paper back meticulously after looking at it, making sure every page was in its place. Before she turned to the next one, she felt something shove into her back. A stun gun.

"Freeze!" a voice ordered. She froze. Just like Duke had said, she had been caught.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember Day 5

Impaled

tw death, blood

@whumpcember

Word got around somehow, in a nearby village, that a demoness had been sighted. Violet wasn't worried about it; wouldn't be the first time she was hunted. Although, this would be the first time she was hunted with an angel at her side. Melody had hidden her damaged wings so she could lay on her back and watch the night sky. She was blissfully unaware of the dangers coming after them. Violet thought about running, but she couldn't leave her new, weak friend behind.

The humans came with spears, pitchforks, and torches. Melody sat up, wincing. The fire reflected in her wide eyes, illuminating her fear. She hugged herself, crawling backwards until she hit a tree. No, no more fire. The villagers didn't seem to notice her, though. They were focused on the demoness.

"Look! It's got someone captive!" one human yelled. The others roared in rage, pointing their weapons at Violet. She raised her hands, preparing to curse them all with horrific visions so she could escape with Melody, when she felt a stabbing pain shoot through her. She looked down. A spear stuck out of her stomach, causing blood to drip from the wound down her dress. One of the humans had gotten behind her somehow. Enraged, she raised her hands high and shot lightening at the humans, killing them instantly. When all the humans had stopped seizing, she turned to Melody. The angel was curled against a tree, rocking back and forth, whimpering. Violet waved her hand, putting out all of the torches.

"Get up! We have to get away from here," Violet ordered. Melody didn't move. Violet stepped forward, but collapsed to the ground before she could go any further. More blood had soaked her dress, covering the grass beneath her. She was a demoness, death was only an inconvenience, but damn did it hurt. She would have a nasty scar when she reincarnated.

Melody finally looked up, noticing it had gone quiet, and saw Violet collapse. She gasped at the spear impaling her new friend. She crawled over to Violet, grabbing the demoness' arms.

"You can't die! You haven't told me how to save my wings!" she cried. Violet raised an eyebrow. Girl had her priorities. She gently squeezed the angel's shoulder.

"It's okay," she soothed. She coughed, blood spraying out of her mouth. Her time was coming. "It's okay. I won't die permanently. You can summon me back."

"Summoning a demon?! On purpose? I don't even know how!" Melody cried out. Why was everything so complicated? Violet only grinned.

"I'm sure... you can figure it out..." she wheezed. She grabbed the handle of the spear and snapped it with little effort, pulling both halves out of her. Her blood poured out even faster, and she faded away before Melody could come up with a response, body disintegrating into a cloud of ashes.

[doggonewhumper]

Whupcember 4

Hidden Injury

@whumpcember

There was a servant in the castle who was about Reyna's age, so when Roman told her to "go make some friends," she decided to talk to him. He was a quiet boy with fluffy blond hair and cloudy blue eyes, short, but still taller than her. She went out of her way to say hi to him every day, and after about a week, he opened up to some small talk.

"I'm Reyna. What's your name?"

"A-avery. It's Avery," he stuttered, hands shaking a little as he wiped a plate clean. He didn't look at her, keeping his eyes on his task,but she had a name now, so that was a good start.

The next day, she met him as he was setting the long, ornate table with silverware for the king's dinner. He hadn't noticed her yet. She saw his hands were steady and sure, meticulousy placing each fork and spoon in the perfect spot. She almost left, not wanting to interrupt him, but he turned and noticed her.

"Oh! Hello, um, Reyna. Wha- Do you need something?" he asked. His hands shook again.

"No, it's alright. I didn't mean to distract you," Reyna replied. "I can go, so you can work in peace."

"No! Er, I mean, you don't have to- to leave. I'm okay with company," Avery said.

"Okay. You're usually working alone, so I thought you preferred that. But I'll stay with you!" Reyna smiled, and Avery smiled uneasily back.

"None of the other servants really, um, like me very much... They say I am given all of the 'easy' jobs," Avery muttered, placing down more silverware. "I just get the jobs that require a, um, a finer hand, I guess. Like placing silverware or dusting fragile relics. Ive never- never been given outside work."

Reyna nodded, listening carefully. That sounded so unfair! It wasn't like he got to choose his tasks. His hands were steady, when he wasn't nervous. She noticed they had stopped shaking while they were talking. Before she could share her sympathy, another servant walked in.

"Avery! You're not slacking, are you? You're here to work, not make friends!"

"No, sir!" Avery yelped. "I am working! R-really hard, I promise!"

The other servant eyed Reyna suspiciously before storming out of the dining hall. Avery had gone red, sheepishly avoiding her gaze again.

"Sorry. We can talk later," Reyna whispered, turning to leave. Avery didn't respond.

Reyna saw Avery dusting the next day, but there was something off about him. His movements were stiff, and he slightly limped when walking to different tables with treasures. He didn't stand straight either, hunching down and curling inward. She didn't want to get him in trouble again, but she had to know what was wrong, if she could help.

"Are you okay?" she asked, walking up to him loudly so he wasn't surprised. He jumped out of his skin anyway.

"Y-yes! I'm fine. J-just fine," Avery stuttered out. He wouldn't look at her.

"Are you sure?" Reyna asked. She saw, now that she was close to him,that he was pale and clammy. Pale and hunched over? Maybe his stomach hurt?

"V-very sure. Very sure."

"Okay... you don't need the healer? It's okay to be sick," Reyna soothed. Avery shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. He was shaking worse than ever. Reyna squinted, but left him be, turning to walk away.

THUMP

Reyna spun around. Avery was curled in on himself on the floor, moaning. Reyna knelt down and gently put a hand on his arm.

"What happened!?" she cried out. Avery looked nervous, but he slowly moved his hands and lifted his shirt, revealing extensive bruising along his stomach. "Who did that?"

Avery flinched. "Um. Th-that servant from yesterday. He didn't like that I-I had a friend, I guess..." Reyna's face turned red, fuming, but Avery grabbed her arm. "P-please don't be mad!"

"I'm not mad at you! I'm mad at him! Why would anyone do this to you!" she hissed. Avery only shook his head.

"It-it is't the first time. P-please, just take me to the h-healer. Don't tell. Please!" he begged. Reyna desperately wanted to get that other servant in trouble, have Roman teach him a lesson, but she couldn't say no to the earnest, desperate look in Avery's eyes. So she simply nodded, not trusting herself not to take out her rage on him, and helped him up. Together, they limped all the way to the healer, arms around each other.

Reyna wouldn't forget that other servant, though.

[doggonewhumper]

Whumpcember 3

Hypothermia

@whumpcember

Duke's mission was simple - follow the officer, and don't get caught. Well, he did the first part mostly right. He had just been turning the corner when the officer jumped him, punching him in the jaw, stunning him. He was dragged to the nearest cell and stripped of his sweatshirt, gloves, shoes and beanie, then left there. There were no windows in the cell, just a couple vents blasting cold air.

He didn't think it was too bad at first, but after God knows how many hours, he was freezing. His teeth chattered, and he couldn't stop shivering. He could see his breath clouding in front of him. He tried to breath some warmth into his hands, but they were painfully cold. He sat curled up in the corner of the cell, trying to preserve some body heat, but he knew it wouldn't help him much.

He didn't realize he had stopped shivering at first. He was in a daze, trying not to fall asleep. His hands and feet were numb, and his fingers were red. Were they going to let him die here? No, he had to survive, he had information. Right? What was that information again? Duke could barely form thoughts. A distant part of him told him to get up, move, jog in place,anything to warm up, but the stiffness in his joints and the fuzzy feeling in his head convinced him otherwise. The only thing he knew that he had to do for sure was stay awake. Stay awake. Stay...

He didn't realize his eyes had closed until they shot open at the sound of an explosion. His vision was blurry, but he could make out three shapes in front of him. When had the door opened?

"Wow, it's freezing in here," one voice said. One of the shapes rubbed their arms.

"Duke! Oh god!" another voice cried. He distantly wanted to comfort the person, but he was too tired, too stiff. All three figures came up to him, one wrapping a coat around his shoulders. Another grabbed his hands, blowing on them and rubbing them. His hands burned at the heat,but he could only muster the energy to moan quietly. Why did he have to stay awake again? A nap would be great right about now.

"Let's get him out of here, quick!" With that he was hoisted up, an arms around two sets of shoulders, feet dragging on the floor. He distantly remembered that he was the tallest person on his team.

"Keep him awake," a voice said as he was set in the back seat of a car. Great. So much for that nap. Two of the voices talked to him, but he didn't listen much. It was the bumps in the road as he was driven off that really kept him awake.

They reached their destination as the two figures started pinching him to keep him awake, a house that the back of his mind told him was safe. He was carried in and set down on the couch. His warming limbs tingled painfully. As he was covered in blanket after blanket, he finally let himself close his eyes. The last thing he heard before drifting off was, "Don't fall asleep..."