Whumptober Day 11 Alternative Prompt: Panic.
A/N: woohoo my nervous boyo himself!!
β Iyrle Gambit (a collaborative OC created by @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @paranoia-exe and me!!) (Living Weapon Whumpee) he/him
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Iyrle whimpered, sinking down the wall of the basement and burying his face in trembling hands, broken sobs filling the silence of the β for once β silent house. He just couldn't handle this.
Foster and Madir were so demanding. He didn't even want to be here; he was taken against his own will similar to Carmen and Haedrin, hated by Foster for being "inhuman" and being pressured by Madir to do things that made him want to be sick just thinking about it.
He didn't know what he'd done wrong to deserve this sort of captivity. Used by a group of strangers as some sort of fucking guard dog, watching some poor man get hurt in their basement and capturing him when he got away. He didn't want to hurt the guy, but Madir and Foster forced him to.
At least right now he was alone. No demands in a British and German accent, no sobs and screams and whimpers.. just peace and quiet. It was a rare sort of thing here, so he savoured each second as if it were the last.
He just wanted to go home. If not there, then to a safe place with nicer people. With Carmen and Haedrin. Yes, that would be nice. If only.
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