@whumpgiftswap round 2 for @all-hail-pigeons
Content: griffin whumpee, burns, disfiguration, branding, loss of limbs, whumper turned whumpee, mentions of eating the human alive, restraints
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The griffin snarled, poised to pounce and unfurling their wings to gain size. The human advanced, unperturbed by the threatening display.
"Let's not have a repeat of that little escape attempt, yeah?" The human quirked its lips in a chiding half smile.
The griffin screeched a warning as it's former food came closer.
The human pulled a long piece of iron from the smelter, the end glowing red and waves of heat spilling off it.
The griffin burst into panicked action, trying to escape. Trying to move. They ended up flailing against their shackles, both humanoid and feline wrists cuffed and chained down. If their wings were free they could've used them to bat the human away but thick cords wound harsh against their feathers.
Wrong. All wrong. The human was their prey. How dare it--
All thoughts ended as the human stuck them with the hot poker. Pain exploded in their left wing and they screamed. The human flinched at the sound but held steady.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air. The griffin squirmed and jerked and flailed, hot tears spilling down their face. The heat didn't relent and soon it started to spread. The griffin shot a wary glance over to find that their wing, their precious wing, was aflame. They whimpered.
They never spoke the human language. It was beneath them. But the human held the poker back in the smelter before turning on them again.
"Please! No, no, no, no! Don't! Please, don't! My wings…" the griffin wailed. Their left wing was still smouldering and screaming in white hot pain. They couldn't do it again. They scurried back, as far as the restraints let them go, until their hind legs hit the wall.
"Oh, c'mon, pretty bird. You so liked to play with me. Is it different when I'm not food?" the human taunted, prey turned predator.
They wanted to gnash and bite and pick apart until the human was screaming for mercy. No playing cat and mouse. They'd tear into its flesh without any further ado. Let it shriek and cry as it was eaten alive.
The human came up, put a bracing elbow in their back, and forced them to the ground. They trembled, pressed against the cold concrete of their personal hell. It was the griffin's turn to shriek and cry and squawk savagely as the human pressed the reheated poker to the other wing.
The griffin was soon reduced to whimpering, the human holding the iron to their wing relentlessly. The energy to fight back was sapped away by the blinding pain.
They could feel their feathers singing away. They wailed again, grief and pain and fury turning their vision red.
Finally, finally, the human relented, standing over them. It patted their head, stroking the feathers there. "No more escape attempts, pet. You'll be good for me, yeah?"
They whined, unable to answer past the throbbing pain. They were far from broken. They were not its pet. But the trickle of fear down their spine whispered that it wouldn't take much more for them to be begging for relief, to be wanted as a pet instead of as this. Their wings… They would never fly again.
The human chuckled, sympathetic and chiding. "Don't worry. We'll break you. Then this will all be so much easier."
