When this day began Whumper didn't expect to find themselves at the wrong side of a blade by the time it ended.
Yet here they were, lying in their bed while Whumpees dark silhouette held a knife high above them in their slightly trembling hands.
Whumper sighed, they weren't really in the mood to dish out a punishment right now, having been asleep and all but seems like their little toy wasn't giving them a choice. And so they slowly started sitting up, careful not to lose sight of the weapon.
"Don't-don't fucking move!", Whumpee warned, hands holding the knife handle tighter. "Don't move or I swear we will finally get to find out what your blood looks and tastes like instead of mine!"
Whumper hesitated only a moment at that. Only long enough to shoot their insubordinate little plaything a look.
That was all it took for Whumpee's eyes to widen so delicously and their hands to start trembling, holding the knife closer to their body again.
So now Whumper could finally sit up and move their legs over the edge of the bed, however not turning on the nightstand lamp, not yet.
„So let‘s talk.“
„I don‘t want to fucking talk! I want to end this!“, Whumpee yelled.
„Quiet!", Whumper commanded, voice suddenly rising as well, still rough from sleep.
"Let‘s discuss," they continued normally again, "Why I find myself on the end of a blade by someone whom I‘ve taught what happens if they ever dare to try and harm me. Let‘s philosophize about how you are out of your room which you were just recently locked into due to random disobedience.
„Stop it! Stop talking!“, Whumpee yelled, interrupting Whumper and wrapping their shaking fingers closer around the hilt of the knife. Knuckles having turned white.
„Because you told me to? Demanded it? I thought I had ingrained into you where your place is.
Do you earnestly think holding that knife in your hands is what gives you power?
First, it was your friends‘s safety as leverage that gave me power. And after that, my sweet, mine, slowly but surely, it was my efforts and your losses that gave me power.
Every time you cowered when I threatened. Each time you begged after I dealt that one drop too much pain, and every single time you surrendered to the comfort only I provided you.“
"Shut up, shut the fuck up.", Whumpee demanded but it was more akin to a whimper now.
"No, you will be silent!", Whumper yelled, quickly standing up now with a lot of noise. Making himself large. "Why should I tolerate such insoltent behaviour from a nothing like you!?"
Whumpee whimpered violently and dropped to the floor. Scrambling backwards on their knees.
„I own you, and you best remember that you are nothing without me.“
Whumper stepped to Whumpee, backing them against a wall by their mere approach, and leaning down. They trapped Whumpee‘s jaw in their hand and forcefully tilted it up against the terrified flinches and trembling.
„So. One more time. Do you think you get to demand anything?“
Whumpees eyes downcast in Whumper‘s hold. „No, Whumper.“
„And do you think its okay to blatantly break the rules I set for you, escape your room, Draw A Blade At Me!? Especially for something like you, my sweet little puppet?“
A tear escaped Whumpees eye. „No, Whumper, I‘m sorry. I shouldn’t have done any of it.“
„Very good, darling.“ Whumper reached behind them where the knife had been left abandoned on the floor and picked it up before straightening up and turning on the nightstand lamp. Moving over to their desk they grabbed a length of course rope.
„Whumpee. Get on your knees prettily, by the bed. Don‘t move.“, they ordered.
Their victim immediately complied and while Whumper tied them down in a kneeling stress position the only thing going through Whumpees mind besides dull shock and adrenaline was self-loathing.
Of course they had to go and mess things up. Why could they think that that they could be anything more than a plaything for torture successfully. Anything more than a slave. Thin was the only thing they were good for. And Whumper was the only one merciful enough to let them try anew time and time again. This was all their worth, hoping for anything else was foolish and pathetic. Gosh they were so sorry. And so gross.
Whumper finished tying the last knot and gave Whumpee a kiss on the forehead before violently stabbing the knife into the floorboards before their tied up plaything.
„I‘ll talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart.“
And with that the nightstand lamp turned off once more. Leaving familiar darkness and familiar words to mingle in Whumpees sleepess brain.
Day 22 - Torture Tuesday (Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.”)
"Torture, watching stuff, singing"
TW/CW: Forced to kneel, livestreamed torture, multiple different torture methods, whipping deluxe, knife whump, multiple whumpers-sorta, creepy/intimate whumper, electrocution whump, taunting, prideful whumpee, scared whumpee, smug whumper, quick mentions/implications of non-con and cannibalism, cursing
Word count: 2'544
Adam had spent the last hours setting up everything on his laptop. Camera, livestream, cash automatics. He was sitting popped up against the wall of the pool, occasionally lifting his gaze from the screen to leer over at Lyra.
Lyra was camped in the middle of the room, sitting as straight as possible on a metal floor for hours. She refused to sit to the other side of the room, now knowing what Adam was planning. But also knew it was pointless to try and sit next to him. At best he would just close his laptop, at worst he would...Do something. Taunt her or use it as a opportunity for a punishment. So she stayed right where she was, sitting straight, observing Adam or thinking.
Adam hit a few last clicks until everything was ready and connected. Then he set his laptop aside and caught Lyra's gaze with a sneer. "Well then, feel free to see for yourself. I know you've been dying to know what I'm doing."
Lyra narrowed her eyes, internally she was seething. Adam once again got her right where he wanted her. But she might as well indulge him now, it was better than waiting for him to commence his sick game. So she clumsily stood up, trying not to fall on blood-less legs. Once she got to about an arm's length away, bit more, she stopped. Remaining standing.
Adam smiled at her. „Sit your ass down, before I break your kneecaps and make you.“, he threatened saccharinely sweet.
Lyra glared but yielded nevertheless. Sitting down with her legs propped up. „So what‘s now?“
Adam in one fluid motion reached out for his laptop and turned it screen facing Lyra. So that his plaything could see the waiting screen of a livestream including a few of the set ups. The camera showing a dimly lit tiled looking just like…The storage rooms of this building…! Oh no. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Lyra‘s face slowly losing colour as realization set in told Adam everything he needed to know. „You value your cute little defiance like it’s gold. Well tonight its gonna benefit me.“
„What‘s your plan?“, Lyra asked, banishing the fear out of her voice as well possible. She knew that some people on the dark web watched and payed for live streams of people getting tortured or eaten or…other things. Adam bringing this up terrified her to the bone because it wasn‘t him! It didn‘t fit his usual style. And that made it and him unpredictable.
„Where would be the fun in telling you beforehand?“
„You do know that streaming is a hardworking field, I’m sure even more so in the dark web. I doubt you‘re even gonna get one viewer. You can’t do this shit from scratch.“
„Oh yeah. You‘re probably right. I guess then we‘ll just have to work up to it regularly, am I right?“, Adam mused.
Lyra closed her mouth. If looks could kill...She hated when he twisted her words. And he always did.
„Or you know. We could just assume that I prepared and thought of that already.“
In front of Lyra‘s inner eye the last couple serious torture sessions flashed by. All of them had have a camera present. Sometimes in the corner, sometimes directly in front of her. „Oh you motherfucker…!“
„Finally counted one and one together, hm? You‘re already known, sweetheart. And now move!“ He grabbed her by arm and stood up, effectively dragging her along. Towards the edge of the basin and then pulling her out, after climbing out first.
With one arm keeping a bruising grip on Lyra and the other one carrying the laptop, they made their way down to the storage rooms.
They had originally been used to keep PE equipment and were quite large. Now Adam had turned them into his personal torture video stage.
Lyra wanted to resist so badly but if she trashed and Adam‘s laptop dropped then…Yeah she'd rather not imagine. Instead her thoughts drifted to what Adam could do to her for views...But that wasn't something she wanted to dwell on either. Especially because she wasn't so sure where his limits laid...Not anymore.
It was really hard for Adam to keep himself from laughing since he could basically hear the panicked wheels turn in Lyra's mind. It was a little nerve wrecking for him as well, seeing that he never did anything like it.
After setting down his laptop, he led Lyra to a pole in the middle of the room. Untangling the shackled lengths of chain and letting them run over his hands loudly. Just playing with his prey.
"Stop looking at me like I'm meat and get to the point.", Lyra impulsively spat out. Immediately regretting it at Adam's delighted grin.
"Aww.", He closed in on her. "What's wrong, Thýma? Hm. You're not scared, are you?"
Lyra's gulped, her breath hitching as her personal space was reduced to ashes. "Scared that you're going to mess up and embarrass us both." she answered, attempting to sound unimpressed. It clearly wasn't working. She hated when he got this close. Hated it.
The red haired guy stepped even closer, seeing clearly through her facade. He raised his hand and with one singular finger tilted her chin up until she was all but forced to keep eye contact with him. "Oh please, Lyra. We both know you can't lie. Not to me."
Adrenaline surged through Lyra's veins like lightning. She knew she should say something, anything. To save her mask, but she couldn't.
Adam laughed. "Save yourself the trouble." He dropped her chin and returned to pulling the chains to a ring at the top of the pole and locking Lyra's wrist in the metal shackles. Currently they were long enough for her to stand with her arms stretched above her.
Then he went to turn on the camera, he also had a projector attatched to his computer, projecting the video of the livestream to the wall opposite of Lyra. So she could see everything, see herself.
When everything was working and double-checked he started the stream and put on a mask. Then he added a title at the top of the frame "Forced to kneel"
Lyra gluped hard. She did already not like this game. And yet she knew she wouldn't just give up. Couldn't. And deep, sharp grief flamed up in her chest at that.
Adam now began to talk again, pacing the area with slow, measured steps: "I'm sure your eyesight is good enough to see the title of today's session. That's where were gonna be by the end of it. When people come to watch they can donate money and wish for certain things to happen to you. Any questions?"
"Fuck you, you little shit!"
"Guess not then, let's get started, shall we?", he said and unfurled a whip at arm's length. This particular whip was loosely wrapped with barbed wire. When he aimed two lashes to the floor to warm up his wrist the sharp sound was layered with the tear of metal hitting metal.
Lyra shivered as she saw the whip. She hated wips. But so did Adam?? Didn't seem to matter though. She was just about ready to lose it at that, the feeling of losing her grip on everything she thought she had analyzed!
No. Fuck that, ignore it for now and just focus on what's happening now. Don't break the rules.
Without further warning Adam snapped his wrist and the whip hit Lyra across her collarbone, immediately drawing blood and tearing skin from the impact and the barbed wire. Blood quickly quelling out of the torn skin.
The hit tore an involuntary scream from Lyra's throat, despite her having braced for the pain. The barbed wire's impact on her skin amplified the fire to a thousand. Instinctely Lyra had ripped her arms down and now the shackles were biting into the tender skin around her wrists. "Ughfuck. Fuck you, Adam!", she bit out hatefully, voice pressed from pain. Then she got distracted by the projected life steam of herself. Oh gods. There was someone, there were people. Not many so far, but oh gods there were other people, seeing her, watching her get tortured. More danger more danger more danger.
Adam followed his plaything's horrified gaze and smiled broadly. "Welcome, welcome. Enjoy the show or influence it. Its about to become so much fun."
Lyra stretched her legs again until they supported her weight and held her chin up high.
She would not be reduced to a pathetic, sobbing mess for these people!
When Adam flicked the whip again it hit Lyra square across her thighs. Blood splattered across the floor as he hit the thighs right afterwards again. And then again.
At that point her legs were a bloody, torn mess and the chains on her arms were straining in the shackles, trying to hold her body up while her legs turned into pure pain and fire. With how much pressure she pressed her teeth together in order to keep control it was a miracle they hadn't shattered yet.
Suddenly a loud ping sound interrupted the two and both looked over to the projected livestreamed. Lyra looked away as she saw herself as if burned but then couldn't stand not knowing what was going to happen so she looked back. Someone had donated money. Adam grinned as he approached the laptop. "Thank you so much username for your donation. I will now spin this lovely wheel you see here-he pulled a previously opened tab into the screen-"And whatever we hit I'm going to do to her."
Adam clicked the wheel and it sprang to live, turning into a mix of colour before eventually settling on: Electrocution. "Ah a classic, wonderful." He minimized the tab again before spinning around on his wheel and all but skipping towards a small table and rummaging on it before turning around with a taser in hand. "Now." He approached Lyra, his entire attention noticably falling on only her. "Where to start, where to start. What should I do, hm?", he asked luringly. Without activating it yet he placed the taser against the enby's side.
Lyra who was painfully, horribly reminded of many other tortures at once tried to figure out the best strategy through the fog of pain fear. But it felt like grasping at nothing.
"Come on now, Lyra, suggest something or I'm going to make it twice as bad."
"Okay, fine. But under protest. Under the arms, the skin there is quite sensitive isn't it..." She wanted to rip her own tongue out.
"How right you are.", he exclaimed, smiling and in the next moment jabbed the taser on exactly onto that place. Stepping aside to show the camera fully just how much she convulsed and shook under the elecricity. A beautifully raw and half-repressed scream rang through the room and Adam could see tears glistering in Lyra's eyes when she opened them again. Still pressing the taser into her skin he let it travel over her stomach and ribs to the other armpit. But before he shocked he looked to the stream.
There was a comment being read out loud: "Non-con?"
"No.", Adam simply replied, before turning around again. He scooped his hand under Lyra's head and tilted it up, making her hold eye contact.
Lyra, still shaking from the aftershocks, bit back a terrified whimper at the question but relief drippled through her veins at Adam's rejection. She didn't pull away when he lifted her head, needing the gentle touch in all of this, even for just a moment.
Adam's neutral expression turned into a snarl as he released her head and jabbed the taser into her throat with force.
Lyra's entire mind exploded into pain as guttural, strained noises wound themselves out of her throat. As fast as it started as fast it was done.
Then a new donation goal was reached and Adam let off his prey to step towards his laptop. Electrocution had already been removed. After spinning for a few moments the wheel landed on "Knives"
Perfect. One last gig. He had already collected a lot of money for a an experiment.
Adam walked back to the table set the taser down only to pick up a fitted blindfold with which he walked back to Lyra.
"What's your plan?", she rapsed out as she saw her tormentor approach with the blindfold. For her taste it had been enough about thirthy minutes ago already, she thought sarcastically. Exhaustion stained her being and she wanted only to cower somewhere in a darkened corner alone. Far away from these other people, with their obscune and sadistic comments, and away from Adam. She did not want the blindfold and whatever it entailed.
"Oh you'll see. Or...well you won't. But I'm sure you'll feel it.", he grinned and pulled the blindfold over her braided hair and over her eyes. Then he walked back to the table and off camera took off his shoes before picking up a set of knives and the taser.
The comments on the screen turned even more euphoric as Adam approached Lyra again with this setup.
Lyra couldn't see any of that, didn't know what was going on. And she detested it! Anxiously she strained to try and hear Adam's foosteps, maybe he was still at the laptop or the table. But then she flinched hard and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as electricity crackled to live right next to her left ear. A terrified whump escaped her lips. And then she heard Adam's laughter. Mocking, luring and sadistic. And way.too close. Suddenly cold metal glided across her lips, the blade of a knive!
"So, Thýma, what's it going to be...? Are you going to kneel?", Adam asked. With a quick motion of his hands he lengthened the chains so Lyra would be able to fall to her knees.
"No.", Lyra protested weakly. Nearly whispering.
Adam chuckled and continued to circled Lyra, cutting her on different patches of skin, different directions, no rhytm, catching her off guard every time and scaring her.
With one last glance to the timer on his clock he soundlessly stepped behind Lyra and swiftly cut a harsh line from the bottom of her spine upwards. Knowing damn well what it would do.
Lyra screamed, her eyes widening underneath the blindfold as her body collapsed to the floor, crashing to its knees.
Oh no. SHIT.
She wanted to stand up but her legs didn't want to comply, the open wounds on the floor felt as if her legs had been dipped into pure acid. Tears welled up in her eyes, dampening the blindfold as her whole body shook.
Suddenly a hand was placed a top her head, forcefully pressing it even lower the next second. "Told you it would always end like this.", Adam's voice sounded above her.
The pleased viewers behind the screens had watched everything and heard everything thanks to mics attatched to Adam and the pole. They surely would have had more money and motivation to continue but as the masked torturer stepped towards his laptop the livestream cut off roughly and dissapeared. Session over, thank you for watching and donating.
Day 3 Secondary drowning, Compartment syndrome, "Please don't leave me!”
TW/CW: Thalasaphobia (point nemo), murder, mer-whumper. betrayal (by (best) friend), left for dead / sacrified, implied "cannibalism", implied drugging, blunt force head injury
Word count: 2'423
These are characters I made up for this story but that you most likely won‘t see again.
„Oh for Fuck‘s sake!“, Juniper crused while trying to move the jammed steering lever of the sail-ship.
A head popped up from the narrow staircase unterdeck. Arja. „What‘s wrong?“
„The steering, its jammed again.“, Juniper explained, exasperation heavy in her voice.
„Let me try. Maybe we get the same miracle twice.“ Arja now fully climbed the stairs and stepped across the deck, after so many weeks on the ocean their sense of balance was used to the unsteady ground.
Ooh my god, we’re never gonna make it.“, she groaned halfheartedly. The ghost of a grin dancing across her face.
„Nah, nah. Come on, you can‘t leave your best-friend alone here mentally. Have some confidence, Juni.“
Arja‘s slender fingers wrapped around two of the handles, not yet pulling. Their piercing eyes staring at their best friend.
"Juni, help me out here? Steady that part while I work.“, Arja finally said, their brows scrunched together now.
Juniper immediately shifted her position to do as their best friend instructed and stabilized the more breakable parts.
„You know I don‘t like when you call me that,“, she reminded them while gripping tight.
With joined forces they managed to loosen the steering wheel and Arja offered to adjust course a bit. After all they'd probably been stuck with this error for some hours now.
"I really don't know how it happened, I didn't do anything crazy or wrong during dawn-watch.", Juniper explained helplessly.
"Don't worry about it, Juni.", Arja reassured. These things happen. As long as we figure our mistakes out and fix them."
She looked away, ashamed somehow, didn't even really know why.
"I'm gonna hit the deck, get some shut-eye. Talk to you later. I'll make sure to not sleep long, I'll be awake long before shift-change."
Don't worry, June. I got it."
- -
When Juniper woke back up, her eyes focused on the shallow wooden ceiling of the cabin she shared with Arja. She felt groggy, way more groggy than she should for just a couple hours of sleep. She also noticed there was an odd taste in her mouth, sort of dusty, bitter.
Probably just the old air down here or something.
Arja was still sitting in the same area of their ship when the young woman climbed up the short flight of stairs, but they looked startled. Or maybe she was just seeing things again.
"Morning Sleepyhead.", Arja greeted with a grin. Quickly letting their compass disappear into w pocket. „Longer nap after all?" They nodded their head to the side.
Juniper‘s confused, sleepy gaze followed their movement and now it was their turn to act startled. it was nearly past sunset!
"Oh my god, how did it get so late? I set an alarm on my phone and everything? How? Arja I'm so sorry, gosh I don't know how that happened either."
"Really? I didn't hear anything. And you slept like a stone. But that's alright, you still have a bit before shift change anyways, but you could prepare dinner?"
"On it!", she agreed, starting to gather their seating pillows and tables immediately.
"Atta, girl."
Juniper rolled her eyes at her best friend with a grin.
- -
By the time they'd eaten it had become night.
Weirdly enough Arja had prohibited Juniper from turning on any of their lamps. Said it wouldn't be for long but right now was not a good time, and so they ate in darkness. Juniper was the way less eyperienced sailor anyways and so they didn't want to question their best friend's intuition. It'd only be rude and trouble.
But now Arja had placed both their dishes back dowstairs and had returned with something heavy they dropped onto the deck. And after that, finally, Arja turned on the closest lamp.
The woman quickly turned her face away, wanting to avoid the pain of getting blinded. That's how her eyes fell onto something huge in the water. A scarily large red Buoy.
She'd seen that before. She'd seen it before in videos, news articles and scary story reddit threads.
They were not supposed to be anywhere NEAR that thing!!
It signaled a location called Point Nemo!
Right when Juniper flipped her head back around to mention it, she saw a smudge of colour and then pain exploded in her head.
She collaped onto her side, sliding half off the bench. Her head pounding heavily. Something had hit her over the head. Something or someone.
Finally Junipers eyes settled on Arja again. Arja who was holding the small fire-extinguisher they were carrying on board.
"Arja, what…? What are you doing?"
Arja only raised the metal cylinder again and relished in how Juniper flichned and cowered away instantly.
"Naww, don't worry.", Arja laughed. Throwing the cylinder down on the floor. "I just needed to get you a little dizzy."
The young woman crawled away from het supposed best friend, terrified. She didn't know what was going on but was suddenly very, very scared for their life.
Arja climbed higher onto the ship and lit up the beacon lamp, pointing it directly at the buoy.
"Now, of course I could have chosen an easier way to kill you and collect the bounty but where's the fun. And I wanted to see if there was some truth to the myth. So now your only job, is to look pretty and be bait."
"Wait, wait wait! What? You're crazy! Arja, I thought we were friends! What…."
Arja stepped closer, dragging behind them whatever they'd hieved up earlier.
It was a waterproof inflatable bag. Juniper‘s bag!
The enby stepped even closer and seized the terrified other's chin, she was shaking so badly. It was delicous. "Aww, Juni. But we are. Only problem is you're worth a lot of money. Dead. And I happen to be interested in myths and folklore. Two birds with one stone. Its nothing personal."
They obvserved the tears starting to fall from the young woman‘s eyes and grinned. Bowing down to press their lips on hers. It wasn't affection, it wasn't even hunger. It was the pure joy over the other's terror, the taste of their salty tears and the domination.
Juniper was too scared to pull away, and still too out of it from the hit on the head. But suddenly their squirming, shifting hands caught hold of something that rolled toward her with the waves. The fire extinguisher! And in her panic she seized it and jerked it upwards. Against Arja‘s head before scrambling away, trying to get to her feet only to stumbe again in the dim light over rope on the deck.
She barely heard her own whimpering. But she were well heard the laughter behind her. Callous, mocking and dangerous.
Sounds of quick footsteps between them and despite her desperate crawling away she was crashed face first into the deck when Arja brutually stepped down on her back.
"Where would you even go, hm? This is a ship! My ship. Sitting at the most remote place on the entire ocean. Face it, you're completely helpless. And I think that was enough talking for now." They roughly grabbed their ex-friend by the hair and hieved her up.
„Get up. Now!"
Once they were both standing, Arja pulled her victim to the ship’s-rail and pushed her now inflated bag her shaking arms.
“Have fun. I did enjoy your friendship. While it lasted that is."
And with those last words they pushed her over board!
Juniper screamed twice, first at the shove over the edge and then again at hitting the freezing water. Immediately she gulped a mouthful of salty water and grew even more panicked. She usually wasn‘t scared of the ocean but this was something else!
Oh my god, she was going to drown, she was going to die! Oh my god she was going to get eaten by something!
Arja's cruel laughter was what snapped her back to reality.
"If you keep panicking like that, you'll be dead before the fun actually starts.
"You're sick!", Juniper yelled, while frantically paddeling,
She had to get back to the ship, she had to now. It didn't matter that they were there too, she just had to get out of the water, she couldn't die! She couldn't die like this.
Arja fake pouted, "Damn, such harsh words, and here I was thinking you loved me." They saw that their bait was trying to swim back to the ship's ladder and thus quickly gathered something else from their once shared cabin. A long baton like thing with a button at the handle. Arja turned it in their hand as they stepped towards the edge and pressed the button. It immediately cackled to life, drenching their body and features into flashes of light and shadow. „"I wouldn't try that if I were you. Its not enough voltae to kill you.
A cattle prod!? Or something! Where had they been hiding that one!?
Either way Juniper swam back, shocked, she was starting to get lightheaded from the shock and terror. She just wanted it all to stop, wanted a break. Wanted safety. One couldn't be that scared. One couldn't possibly get any more scared.
Juniper held onto her inflated bag of belongings. This wouldn't keep her up forever. And she did NOT want to get eaten.
The Buoy! Quickly she swam back and with a lot of effort slowly managed to climb up the huge thing, just barely finding space to sit on it with her bag tied around it for stability. She could breathe again, finally. A deep breath and her widened eyes found Arja's again. Their ex-best friend and now supposed killer still stood atop the deck, next to the beacon lamp again.
"Please just, I'll do whatever you want, I'll do anything, just please take me with you and don't leave me here.", she begged exhausted.
"Mmh, tempting offer but I want you to be pretty and helpless and bait, can you do that for me?", Arja replied condescendingly.
Juniper‘s despair climbed unfathombly even higher as she shivered on the huge bouye.
This went for what seemed like an eternity but was in actuality just half-an-hour. Her begging falling on deaf ears, leaving a horribly rotting feeling inside of her and on her tongue. It shouldn't be possible for a human being to experience this despair and feel nothing. Yet here they were.
"Ah well, it seems it really is just a bunch of bullshit.", Arja conceeded after another hour had passed. They took out a camera and snapped a clear picture of their victim, shivering. wet and abandoned. All but blue already. Evidence. "I guess this is farewell then. Goodbye, June. I really am going to miss you."
"Please.", she rasped out one last time.
But Arja only turned on the motor and steered the ship away. Leaving the beacon pointed at the buyeon as the only hint they had ever been there once the waves had died down. And that light was growing weaker fast.
A few last tears ran down Juniper‘s cheek as the reality of her miserable, horrific death settled in her bones.
It must have been at leat thirty minutes, or already an hour, only the light on the buyeon remaining now, as a voice suddenly sounded.
"And who might you be?"
The dying woman flinched so hard she nearly fell off her bouye. But in the last moment she could catch on to the straps of her bag. With heart beating painfully she looked around. In the faint light of the beacon a head had become visible. A head and collarbone, barely more, peeking out of the water. That of a woman, so it seemed. It must have been her who spoke. Was she now already going crazy? Or…What if it was the folklore Arja had been speaking of??
"I--My. Juniper.", the freezing human stammered out, for lack of better courses of action.
"Juniper.", the woman repeated, her dark hair and skin nearly married with the growing darkness. "Whatever are you doing out here, are you…lost?", the woman inquired, as she seemed to grow closer.
Juniper tried to speak but nothing came out. Their headwound was still slightly bleeding, causing a pounding headache, the heartbreak of the betrayal, hurt in her heart and she was going to die!"
"Oh no. Oh my poor dear. You're just doing terrible, aren't you. Here let me help.", the woman said, now in reach to touch the buyeon.
The dark skinned woman now seemingly pulled herself up the red object, uncaring of how the pathetic creature in front of her shied away. Its not like she has anywhere to run anyways.
Juniper pressed her back so hard against the material of the buyeon that she thought it might bruise. The more that strange woman-the hallucination???-pulled herself out of the water the more she could see of her. First there followed a torso, painted with stray wet strings of hair. Then a waist, hip and oh my god! That was NOT human! Scales! Her hips ended in a scaled tail!
The mermaid could practically hear the girl's panicked thoughts. Adorable. She laid her fingers on the girl's mouth, one strong arm now holding herself up while her very long tail was half flapping in the water. The girl stilled, shaking like a leaf from the cold and presumably also fear.
"Its okay. You're okay. I can help you. Just trust me, That's all you have to do. Trust. Me."
The woman could feel that the fingers of the mermaid(?) move from over her mouth where they had silenced her, to her wrist closing around it. She was way too weak from the hypothermia to do something about it.
She couldn't prevent when the woman pulled her slowly off the buyeon, away from the straps of her bag, the red light reflecting barely off her face as it merged more and more with the darkness again.
And then she dropped into the water, face first. It took her oxygen, even as she instinctvely gasped for air. But the flow of freezing, harsh water in her mouth was interrupted as a set of lips pressed firmly against hers. The mermaid.
She was kissing her as the water crashed over her head and darkness reigned fully.
They were going down, quick. Juniper losing any sense of orientation during the kiss.
The next thing she knew for sure was that she could breathe! Underwater!
A sensation quickly followed by blinding pain in her arm.
Before everything mercifully went black.
Day 19 - Sensory Saturday (Disassociation, losing a sense (in a way), “I wish I could get you back.”)
continuation of Day 18 , (OC Sam)
TW/CW: Supernatural dissociation, psychological torture, emotional whump, mind control, possession, friendship dynamics,
Word count: 544
For the entire rest of the day Whumper puppeteered Sam's body through the entire town and outskirts. Purposely being a rude asshole to every person they encountered.
Sam had become more and more hopeless, trapped inside their own body-their own mind. They barely reacted anymore, only wincing at the sharp, cruel words their tongue spit.
Whumper sat Sam's body down on the grass, leaning against a tree. "So my dear little Sam, what do you think? Should we text your friends, do you think they've already recovered?"
Sam didn't think back an answer, just sat in the back of their own mind, head resting on their knees.
The no-reaction left Whumper irritated and they clawed at Sam's mind, deeming Sam's heavy jerk and pained scream as satisfactory. "I don't enjoy being ignored, Sam. Answer me!"
Sam screamed in pain, it felt horrible. It hurt so much and felt so ungraspable. "Okay, okay, I will, just please don't do that again.", they pleaded, trying to deescalate the situation. "Please don't text them. You're only going to hurt them more."
"Oh no, I would never do that." Whumper grinned as they hit up the group chat and called all 4 Friends at once.
Whumpee saw 2 of them picking up then they completely blacked out. They could not see, not hear, not feel. It was torture!
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When Sam finally got access to their senses again their body was standing in front of their community-house again. The voice on the phone just told them to "go fuck themselves". It was Friend1's voice. And they could feel their heart shattering. Whumper explained to them that they had their fun and were gonna let Sam go now. But not without a last parting gift...
Breaking someone's mind wasn't an easy thing to do. It was tricky and a long process but they knew how to get it done. They clawed and scratched and tore at Sam's mind until nothing but grayed shreds was left. It was depressing even for them. They pushed the body forward with magic untill it stumbled into the house and crashed onto the carpet. Loudly, drawing attention. Then Whumper left Sam's destroyed mind and exhausted body. For good.
"...Just leave them. Maybe they're even drunk!"
"...They did to Friend&4? I'm not forgetting that!"
"Their words were really hurtful but..."
"My wrist definitely needed a doctor."
Sam didn't hear it correctly, the discussion of their Friends. They didn't even recognize the voices. Or feel the itchy carpet on their skin. Their eyes were glaced over, staring straight ahead into nothingness.
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Eventually their Friends did pick up that something was wrong and put their anger beside. They sat Sam's limp body down on the couch and tried to get a reaction out of their apathetic, numbed mind. As Friend4 snapped their fingers in front of Sam's eyes blood started to tickle out of their nose. They shared concerned looks but had no idea how to handle the situation.
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Friend2 was the last one that night still sitting by Sam's mind. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I had the feeling something was off, but everyone was so mad and the words were so fucked up."
Day 2 Amputation, Gunshot, "It's not worth your life!"
TW/CW: Human trap, angst, sapphic angst, injected venom, implied attempter vampire murder, SPOP scenes (spoilers) under cut
Word count: 278+
This is a small non-canon piece based on a whump rp we have going on with @princessofhe11
Giada‘s hand closed around the syringe in Lyra‘s hand.
„You don‘t have to do this! There will be another chance, another way. Something will take care of him!“
„I can‘t be sure of that. He will take another one otherwise. They won‘t ever stop. Its worth the high price!“, Lyra replied with emphasis, masking the shaking of her voice.
But its not worth your life. Please. Stay. Don‘t do this. Please stay alive.“, the Italian Vampire pleaded. A mess of chocolate curls falling partially over her face, matching the other‘s hair as they both had not had the time to properly take care of them.
„Isn‘t it? If it can save so many people? So many lives. He won‘t smell the venom, I‘m sure my fear will layer over its smell either way. Will clog out any hint or warning.“
„We could just tell my father! We could tell the Mafia, tell them something.“, Giada pleaded further, hands clasping around her partner‘s as she saw the saddened expression in her eyes.
„I‘m sorry, amore, with his evolved thrall there‘s not really a chance…I wish there was another way. You know I do. I don‘t want to go back to…“, the words died in Lyra‘s throat she gulped and continued anyways. „You at least have a chance. You‘re less…Less damaged. Have a life to return to.“
Lyra smiled fondly at the other. „You‘re still always so beautiful. I am truly sorry I have to do this to you. But its the only way. Its me he wants. And so its me he‘s gonna get.“ The human‘s face turned grim. „And it’s gonna be the last thing he ever tastes!“
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Adora: I'm going to save Etheria, no matter what it takes. Your sacrifice won't be in vain. I promise.
Mara: But at what cost? I never wanted to die. I sacrificed myself so you would never have to. Why are you doing this, Adora?
Adora: It's better this way. My friends will be safe. They'll be happy.
Mara: And you? What do you want when this is all over?
Adora: I...It doesn't matter. I'm She-Ra. This is what I'm supposed to do.
[The image flickers and Mara takes her hands.]
Mara: You're worth more than what you can give to other people. You deserve love, too. You're so close, Adora. Don't give up yet.
Catra: [Desperately] "Don't you get it? I love you. I always have. So please, just this once. Stay!" [Catra and Adora finally intertwine hands.]
Stay." // "It doesn't always have to be you."
Leaving her in the partly filled pool, restrained, and with only swimwear and the windows open was an absolute dickmove! One that would most likely make her sick on top of that. Behind the gag Lyra grinded her teeth. That damn gag too-otherwise she could at least try to scream for help. Or fire for that matter, people never cared if someone else screamed for help...A violent shiver ripped her out of her thoughts, goosebumps covered every inch of her skin. The motion caused tiny waves to ripple and lick higher up on her body. The cold bit! Or at least it used to, by now she was already so cold and sleepy that she barely noticed it anymore. Briefly the proper terminolgy drifted into her paralyzed brain but she couldn't catch it. She depised feeling being so weak.
Packed with heated towels and a shit eating grin Adam had entered the basin hall. He was in swimming short and barefoot and wasted no time to put the towels down and climb into the basin, untying the half-conscious, wet Lyra and carrying her out of the pool. One of the rare times she got out of that hole. Adam carried her towards the girl's changing room, cold metal benches, tiled walls and floor, a broad mirror and many high-placed hair dryer. Carefully he set his dozy victim onto the floor onto the heatend towels, then sat down next to her. From an outlet he pulled a hand-hair dryer towards himself and Lyra, turning it on on medium settings and starting to warm up the freezing body in his arms. She was definitely hypothermic, exactly as planned. He smiled down at her, hungry. Barely open eyes, stiff from the cold and the bindings, goosebumps everywhere. So weak.
He just kept heating her up and drying the water off until she finally started to slowly came back to consciousness. Unfortunately for her.
Lyra's eyes fluttered open slowly, it was so bright, yet so unfocused. Blinking some more times finally drew clear lines into the frame of her view. And there was a good feeling besides the weakness and cold in her body. A gentle touch at her head and arms, subconsciously-before even knowing what it was she leaned into the touch. A dark soft chuckle sounds from above, the sound ringing alarm bells in her mind. Lyra's eyes sprang open and wide-eyes found Adam's face. She might have flinched but now her body was too weak. Instead she tried to pull herself away from him but with a laugh and a simply hand at her waist he could keep her in his arms. Stroking the exposed skin and half dry hair with a decieving gentleness.
"Oh no, no, stay here. There's no need for this to be unpleasant, is there?", Adam said his voice like honey. He cupped her cheek with a hand, thumb brushing right underneath the eye. The long, sharp nail moving just close enough to the eye to be primarily noticed by her. "You have no where to go anyway. So just stay here with me, let yourself enjoy this. Its nice after all, isn't it?"
Lyra closed her eyes against his triggering tone, but she couldn't close her ears. At the hand on her cheek she opened her eyes again and instantly saw the nail in front of her left eye. It terrified her. "It..Its not. nice. You're not nice.", she tried to shoot back but to her displeasure it signifcantly lacked fire.
"Naww.", he laughed. "But you're still stuck with me, sweetheart. I'm all you've got and just before you seemed to want my touch. Don't worry, you'll get much more of it, after all you're so weak like this. What can you even still do besides just surrender. And enjoy my touch and warmth." He smiled sadistically.
Lyra stared at him full of disdain but eventually averted her eyes. She hated how right he was. She could, and would, right it after she recovered. But for now...The damage would be done. She could only hope that she didn't get sick...
Day 5 - Sensory Saturday (Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”)
"Torture, watching stuff, singing" - Universe
TW/CW: Overstimulation of skin nerve endings, attempted forced to beg, restrains, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, mostly Whumper POV
Word count: 983
"What are you up to this time?", Lyra asked Adam who was standing with his back to her. Staring at an array of tools she knew were there. Talking helped her feel more brave and, more importantly, prepared for whatever was about to happen. As she lay restrained to the dentist chair/bed.
"Questions over questions. Its almost as if you're training to become me.", was all he gave her as a response. He didn't see her perplexed and then disgusted mimic. Now armed with a small pen-like gadget and a duster with long feathers in his hands Adam finally turned back around. "Let's get started, shall we."
Lyra's gaze instantly darted to the items but she couldn't really make sense of them. At the feathers the thought of tickle torture shot into her mind and she paled yet quickly shoved it down. He wouldn't do that…Right? Right?
Adam chuckled at her paled face. "You flatter me, Thýma.", he said walking up to her and laying the tools down next to her onto an attatched plate. "How much I want to know what just went through that precious mind of yours. But alas I have other plans."
With those words he picked up the pen and pressed a button at its side. Electricity crackled to live between two small prongs at the top and he pointed it towards her restrained body before letting it wander over her limbs and torso. Just barely hovering. "Where to start, where to start, hmm?"
Lyra took a composed breath at the elctricity, she knew how it felt but this one looked small in comparison to the others she experienced. But that didn't necessarily mean it was harmless. The anticipation was killing and she wholeheartedily believed that the bastard knew that. As he hovered the pen over her arm Adam's hand brushed her skin and a sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. To her horror.
Adam didn't stop at her intense reaction, only chuckled darkly. Then without further warning he dragged the prongs up Lyra's entire side. Revelling in the way she twitched and convulsed in the restraints. But only little pressed sounds escaped her throat but it was alright, they had time. "How did that feel? Good? Good.", he asked cheerfully, not really wanting or allowing a response before he again dragged it over an exposed patch of skin. This time her left leg, if it wasn't restrained he would get kicked straight into the face.
"Argh.", Lyra grungted through pressed together teeth. "Do you actually know how to use a taser properly or do you need a manual?!", she asked angrily. What was he doing?! This didn't make any sense?
"Huh, oh why is this way of using it not to your preference? I can switch tools its really no trouble at all." Adam put the taser pen down and picked up the feathered duster instead. With his left hand he pushed stray strands of hair out of her face and stroked her cheek, delighting in the way she had nowhere to go. Then with the duster as an expansion of his own arm he carefully, all but gently stroked it over her body. Especially the areas he just electrocuted. Grinning saccharinely sweet at all times.
Lyra's groans nearly turned into whimpers at this. The already sensitive and irritated skin burning and stinging. But she would not give him the satisfaction. No way. Only problem was her nerve endings screaming at her!
Adam now gently stroked the feather tips over Lyra's throat and face, enjoying how her face scrunched up in desperation and she pulled at the restraints that barely allowed for her to turn her head from side to side. But even then she couldn't escape the touch.
Lyra pressed her cheek into the cool leather of the "chair", enjoying the harsh and cold sensation against her burning skin. The small moment of partial reprieve. But she coudln't stay like this forever...She couldn't strand it. Suddenly two warm fingers creeped underneath her cheek and forced her to turn back around.
"Aww, what's wrong, Thýma?", he asked, voice dripping from faux sympathy. He leaned down until the tips of his red hair tickled her face and momentarily coloured it with red maroon lines. "You know how to make this stop.", he explained and cocked his head. Letting the hair over her face move with him.
Lyra could barely focus on what he was saying. Her skin and nerve endings burned! As somebody serverely touch starved she never thought she could feel this way! So desperate to get away from the touch as she was now. With no idea as to how long she could stand this without betraying her own principles.
Adam straightened back up but didn't remove his hand from her face. Instead dragging the nails over it, over the eyelids, cheeks, temples and also the throat.
As Lyra was sure she couldn't handle much more without some kind of stronger reaction than the evidences of weaknesses she had already shown a loud sound tore through the otherwise silent hall.
Adam's face fell into an annoyed snarl as she fished out his phone and walked away to take the call. After an undeterminded amount of time he returned, clearly annoyed. "Well, little bunny, looks like you're lucky, I have to be leave for a while, I'm sure you won't mind staying here for a while, do you." And with those words and a last stroke over her stomach he left.
Lyra was left staying there, half naked and restrained to the chair. Nerve endings still on fire. Finally she was able to take a shuddering breath and let out the whimpers she kept trappen inside for all this time. As much as she appreciated this break, Adam's return was dreaded as the sensory deprivation that would settle in now would make it way worse afterwards...
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