first masterlist
content: second person pov, choose your own adventure, nonhuman whumper, demon whumper, multiple whumpers, knives, stabbed, torture, defiant whumpee, drunk whumpee, substance use whump (alcohol)
"Slit it, then. Less fun for you."
Tears were still streaming down your face, but your voice didn't shake. You were determined. Ready to die, just to spite him.
Dmitry stared at you, his grip tightening on your collar. "Svetka, would you get me my knife?" he asked, measured. Your heart was beating out of your chest.
"Dima..." she began, but Dmitry held up a hand to stop her.
"Would you?"
She sighed and stood up. "You dug this hole for yourself," she said as she passed you.
You were so drunk, you hardly cared. If you died, you died.
"Are you really just gonna kill them?" Mika asked, pouting.
"We can pick up someone else on our way home," Pavel assured him, and you wondered just how many people's lives were ruined crossing paths with this bunch.
Svetlana returned not a minute later, knife in hand. She handed it to Dmitry.
"Felix might've lived to stab me in the back," he whispered, "but that was the first and last time I got lenient with any one of you little shits."
He hooked the knife under your shirt and cut it off of you. Then, he put the point of the blade against your abdomen.
"What are you—"
You couldn't finish before he started pushing it in, slowly. You wriggled and screamed, the collar shocking you, and you tried to stop his hand. Your one-handed attempt was no match for his inhuman strength.
He pushed it in to the hilt. The bleeding was still controlled. If he pulled it out, you would definitely bleed to death. Hell, you might bleed to death internally, no matter what you did.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please—"
"Do it. Pull it out. Slit my damn throat. Coward."
"If you want to hear me beg, you chose the wrong person."
"Are you sure you don't have a suture kit Alex can use?"
"Help? Somebody?"
"You're insane! You're gonna kill me!"
Scream.