whumper brutalizing whumpees body, through horrible cuts and wounds that promise a scar. or my personal favorite forced organ removals either non-vital or vital whatever whumpee can handle, well it doesn't matter if they can handle it or not ;)
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Okay, so I went a little in between on these. Hopefully it works! This fun, very fucked up scene is from Shattered Soul, the sequel to my novel. (wip intro link)
Whump Tropes: Brutal physical whump/Gore
Contents/TWs: male "whumpee", female "whumper" who is a fire goddess, there's definitely some brutalizing, and while there's not organ removal, there is a hand inside a body and a diaphragm that gets ripped apart, so I thought it might at least partially count :), I'm not even sure what to call this trope tbh lol, torture, gore, suffocation, the appearance of character death (he doesn't die, for reasons I have redacted from this sample lol), other than the redactions this is unedited, ~375 words
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She stabbed her nails into Serin's left flank, digging deep to release a wave of blistering heat that seared his insides. His eyes flew open as he screamed, the sound bouncing around the room and lighting up Malachiah's face with glee as she captured his eyes with her hypnosis.
Taloned mental claws tore through the barriers of his mind even as she tore her nails through his midsection.
The pain was unbearable, mentally and physically. Hot blood spilled from his side, scalding the flesh on his back as it pooled under him on the table. Fire tore through his mind, digging into his memories, where absolutely nothing was safe, nothing was secret.
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Sobs tore through him when Malachiah released his mind.
The goddess leaned down, licked at the trail of his tears with a tongue that scraped his cheek like sandpaper. Her taloned hand scraped down his chest, then probed inside the gashes she'd already made in his side. He screamed, arching his back against the agonizing pressure of her fingers inside his body.
Malachiah flexed her hand, and her nails tore through something else inside him, something that felt important. His heart fluttered when he failed to draw his next breath, then accelerated into full panic mode when the next one wouldn't come either. Malachiah watched him struggle with hooded eyes, and Serin now knew that even if he suffocated here and died, it wouldn't last. With that thought, the full weight of hopeless despair came crashing down on him. The tears streaming down his face didn't quite blur his vision enough to hide the rapturous expression that crossed the Reaper's face.
Ahh, yes, there it is. Hopelessness has the sweetest taste of all the emotions. This will open up a whole new world of possibilities for us, darling Serin.
Someone cleared their throat from the room's entrance. Serin's chest spasmed when she withdrew her hand, the wrongness of her hand slithering out from inside his body making him shudder as much as his useless attempts to breathe. Through his tears and the tunnel vision that was settling in, he watched Malachiah step away from the table. Watched her leave him strapped there, laying in a pool of his own blood, slowly suffocating.
