Content Warnings: breaking bones, captivity, male whumpee, female whumper
Doctor Nightshade descended into the basement. Her place of refuge, where she could lower all judgements and preconcieved notions, and most importantly of all, no longer be bound to the rules of polite society. In her hands she held a rather large mallet, one she had taken off of a servant with the excuse of wanting to do some personal physical exertion.
"Good afternoon, Fletcher," the young doctor spoke.
"Doctor!" Fletcher whined, leaning forward. The chain around his throat became taut.
"Yes, I'm glad to see you too. Straighten your legs out for me, dear."
Fletcher did as he was told.
"I trust you aren't afraid of a little blood?"
Fletcher shook his head.
"Good."
Dr Nightshade loaded up the hammer behind herself and swung. A sickening crack echoed through the cellar as Fletcher's leg bent in ways it was not supposed to. The boy screamed bloody murder, trying to crawl away from the doctor. But she was unrelenting, blow after blow breaking bones and bruising his delicate skin. It was, all in all, a brief yet intense assault. Patience was not something the young doctor had much of today. Dr Nightshade set aside the bloodstained mallet.
"Well done, Fletcher."
The young man didn't respond, crying and holding a broken arm.
"I'll take care of that for you. It would be cruel of me to make you suffer," Dr Nightshade patted him on the head. Fletcher smiled meekly in return.
I had no idea what to write so I shat this out lmao. if this is the first post of mine you see im sorry
