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Awww, are you scared somebody's gonna hear you because you're just way too ticklish? Don't worry. I'm not that mean.
*covers your mouth with my hand*
Now nobody will hear you while I tickle every sane thought out of your head. You're welcome!
Whumper hiding behind a wall, with Whumpee held in one arm, gagging them with their hand, while their free hand holds a gun as they wait for Caretaker to come around the corner...
Someone searching for Whumpee. They can hear them calling their name just beyond the door. But Whumper has a hand to their mouth and a knife to their throat.
Dead and Alive
Whumping the Whumpers - Part Forty-nine
(tw: fear of death, the vague cousin of suicidal ideation, burning, branding mention, manhandling, hand gag, lovers quarrel </3) [Previous | Masterpost | Next]
Anna stumbled along, wrist locked in the tall man’s grip. He was gentle, but firm as he pulled her from the room. To his credit, he did try to convince Anna to walk alongside him, but once she made it abundantly clear that she wouldn’t leave the cell - not without Nate there to tell her to - the man had grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the bed and into the hallway. Toward the stairs, then up them. Then finally - through the door she’d dared to go through so long ago. At least, it seemed like it had happened long ago. Perhaps it was a year. Perhaps it was last week. Time here seemed to warble and wind and stretch moments into eternities, shapeless as a Lovecraftian horror. There was pain and there was time. And neither of them followed the rules this world had set for them to follow.
Anna started pulling against the man properly once they were in the narrow hallway outside the basement.
“N-nonono please-“
“I’m trying to help you,” he grumbled, switching hands so he could scoop an arm around her back and tug her along more fully.
She didn’t know how to tell him that this wouldn’t help. That Nate would hurt her so badly for being out at all - regardless of why. His punishments never made sense at all.
Before she could try to put it into words, she froze in place, staring wide-eyed at Nate who was jogging down the stairs. Everything locked up as she processed. This was the end. She was going to die.
Nate looked a bit disheveled, wearing pajama pants and a hoodie. His hair was still wet - and Anna could swear she saw a few suds of soap clinging to his brow. There was a wild kind of fury in his eyes, but in a second, it snapped away.
He leaned against the bannister, a lazy grin sliding onto his face. “Oh good - you two have met~!”
Ethan’s grip didn’t relent as he glared at Nate. “What the fuck is this?”
Nate frowned, gesturing to Anna. “It’s a girl. Don’t treat her like a thing.” almost pouting.
Ethan scoffed, fingertips almost bruising into Anna’s side. “You know what I mean. What the fuck is she doing here??”
“I was out the other day and-“
“Don’t bullshit me - I know she’s from Redd’s.”
Nate sighed, taking the last few steps down to the main floor of the foyer. “I don’t see why you’re so pissed. It’s not like I’m cheating on you or something.”
Anna could hear the squeak of Ethan’s grinding teeth. She tucked further into him and was rewarded by his hand shifting from her waist to a protective grip around her shoulders.
“I said you couldn’t keep her!”
“Oh, do you own her or something? You get to decide?”
“Yes! Yes I get to fucking decide - You don’t get to do this shit while I’m here.”
Nate sighed, arms folding. “Fine. I won’t get another one.” The smile had clattered away and his eyes had lost the sparkle they seemed to always have.
“And you’re going to let her go.”
Nate sputtered in confusion. “No- no nonono- you know I can’t do that. It’ll get us both killed.”
“Yeah? If you die for being a soulless bastard, at least you’ll have done one good thing in your life.”
Nate glared at him, fingers curling wrinkles into the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “She’s going to go to the cops and we won’t be able to get to the rest of your list.”
“She can stay quiet - Can’t you?” His face turned down to Anna.
Anna’s eyes flickered between the two of them - both staring at her now. She twitched a nod, shrinking down.
“See?” Ethan gestured over her. “She’s not stupid. It’ll be fine. We’ll just drop her off and she can say she was wandering for a month or two after Redd’s bunker was cracked open - just scared of him finding her again.”
Nate groaned, rubbing at one of his eyes. “..E, this is so stupid.”
“Yeah,” he spat. “It was stupid to take her. So you’re gonna fix it.”
Nate’s eyes found Ethan’s again, resigned but still holding a bit of loathing. “What if I don’t?”
“Then I’m not giving you any more names.”
Nate groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “..fine. I’ll bring her somewhere tomorrow.”
“No,” Ethan pulled her toward the door. “We’re going right now.”
More groaning trailed after them, and Anna heard the scraping jingle of keys. “Fine.”
Both Nate and ‘E’ were silent the entire drive. E sat in the back with her while Nate drove. The car stopped about half an hour later, pulled into a random alley.
E opened the door and coaxed her out. “Find your way to a hospital.”
Anna peered up at him, arms wrapping around herself. Her head was spinning trying to comprehend everything that’d happened.
“And please - don’t say anything. Seriously, you’ll get me killed.” Ethan reached up, straightening where her hair had ruffled.
Anna nodded again, mind feeling hazy. Floaty. “..I won’t.” Her voice didn’t quite feel like her own. It felt airy. Distant.
Ethan nodded and stepped back. “..good luck. I’m sorry. So sorry.”
One more nod from the girl who felt more dead than alive, then e was gone, the door was closed, and the car had driven away before she could process it.
Anna let her eyes wander the dark alley. Somehow her feet found a little hole - a spot tucked between a dumpster and the brick wall. She sat down, trying to feel the cold brick on her back and wondering how she got the blanket that was now wrapped around her shoulders. It was one from Nate’s house, but that’s all she knew.
Silently, Anna breathed.
Anna lived.
Anna didn’t feel alive at all.
___
Anna wasn’t bothering to keep track of the time. She spent moments, minutes, maybe even hours or days, contemplating what had just happened. That she wasn’t going to die. That she was out. That she needed to figure out where to go.
The world around her was sluggish and fogged. Cold nipped at every millimeter of exposed flesh that peeked out from under the blanket. She didn’t shiver. Her body embraced the cold as if it belonged in the core of her bones, freezing her into place and gently ushering her closer and closer to the death she was promised.
A guide. A friend.
When footsteps crunched toward her, grinding over gravel and broken glass, the sun was somehow up. “Why are you still here?”
Anna winced at the sound and let bleary eyes drag upward.
It was Nate. Of course it was Nate. Here to take her away again.
He sighed, offering a gloved hand to her to help her up. Anna instinctively took it, certainly not going to defy an order - even a subtextual one.
Nate tugged her up to her feet, and the cold air rushed in all around her. Her rear was numb from sitting on the cold concrete, and her feet burned and tingled as blood started to flow again.
Nate’s hand brushed over her in huffing pats, smacking away dirt and broken glass. “You’re a mess. You need to get somewhere before you fucking freeze to death.”
Anna looked up at him again, blank confusion in her eyes.
“First, cmere-“
Anna stared, letting him pull the blanket off for her. The cold rushed against her, and finally, Anna’s body started to shiver and shake to block it out.
He tugged up her shirt and clamped a hand over her mouth, shoving her back against the wall. “This time, you stay silent - understand?”
Hot tears felt icy somehow as they fell down her cheeks. She twitched a nod as he pulled out a lighter. No - a torch. “You fell against a burning barrel last night. Understand?”
Anna’s eyes followed the flame once it flicked on - watched it move toward her barely-healed brand.
Tears came faster as she nodded.
Pain engulfed her, fire against ice. It buckled her knees and spun her brain. But she didn’t scream. She gripped Nate’s wrist and coat, sobbing into the hand as clarity slowly sorted itself into her mind.
Pain was pain. She was used to it.
“There.” Nate tugged her shirt back down, pulling a whine from her even as he replaced the blanket around her shoulders. “Kristin’s flower shop is fourteen blocks that way - then three to the right. Across the river. Go there or find a hospital yourself. I don’t care.” He gripped her face in both of his hands, thumbs smearing away tears with far less care than usual. “You don’t say shit about me - understand? You stayed in the bunker after everyone else was rescued from Redd, and he did this. You just got out. Got it? You tell any story besides that, and I will find you. If not me, my friends. We know where Kristin lives. We know where your family lives. We know everything. You want them to take your place?”
Anna’s eyes pleaded up at him as her head shook. “N-no-“
“Then you don’t say shit. Got it?”
Anna nodded frantically. “Pr-omis-e”
“Good girl.” He patted her cheek and stepped back, pointing directly out the alley.
“Fourteen blocks. Three to the right.”
Anna nodded again, tugging the blanket tighter around her and letting her eyes drift that direction.
“Do a good job and you’ll never see me again.” There was none of the playful, warm tone his voice usually held. Only cold frustration.
He didn’t wait to see her try to form a response. He was just gone.
Somehow, Anna started walking.
Kristen was close. Numb feet on a numb mind could bring her to her love. The entire world felt impossible, but walking was something she could handle.
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I need me a man who manhandles me constantly, like maybe just his hands around my waist as he moves me aside or drags me into his lap when I try to sit somewhere else. Makes it even better if he ties me up a bit with his big strong hands or covers my mouth with them to stop me from protesting
Banana Fish - Episode 16 Part 2
Using your hand to cover their mouth so you can feel the vibrations of their laughter.
