Oooh. #1 in the whimper category, your choice of OCs
anon, this is absolutely devious. thank you so so much!
whump dialogue prompts
cw: escaped whumpee, returned whumper, bbu, implied training and conditioning, pet whump, noncon touch.
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“Beg." Rhiannon drawled, striding towards him.
Emmett shook his head. For every step she took forward, he took two backwards. He couldn't see the door and wouldn't dare turn his head to find it. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to pounce on him, to drag him down any faster than he already knew she could.
She cleared her throat, tossing curls over her shoulder. Her eyes were cold and steady; she knew what she wanted and knew how to gain it. It sent a shiver through his skin, despite the cool room around them. "Beg on your knees, Em."
He cursed as his body began to respond. He sank to his knees, a hand stuck to the wall just behind him. Not the door, not even close. All of the training he thought he had successfully suppressed bloomed back to horrifying life within him. He swallowed hard, seeing before him the careful trap that had been laid for him.
And suddenly she was on him. Looming over him, all that chill radiating from her and freezing him to his very core. Her hand gripped his jaw tightly. Her nails sunk into his skin, a blunt echo of his past life. He swallowed tightly, fear gripping him in a way it had not for close to four years.
"Beg me to let you leave," Rhiannon hissed.
"Please." Emmett hated himself for giving in.
"That's a good boy." She squeezed farther, an insidious light bursting behind her eyes. "Beg for me, Em. I want to hear you beg for your little boy, your pretty wife. I want to hear you beg for mercy." Her hand trailed from his jaw to his neck, squeezing even tighter and she herself sunk into a crouch. She forced his head back against the wall. "I can keep you here, Emmett. I could keep you here forever. You'd never see her again, never have another show..."
"N-no, please."
"Never see that new baby of yours." Rhiannon grinned, vicious and sharp. "I should have thought of that, way back when. Stupid me, focused only on getting parts and staying relevant. If I had just gotten you to knock me up, you could still be just mine."
Emmett's breath came hard and fast, panicked and stilted. He couldn't get a good breath around her palm and fingers; his lungs were working too fast to let much in anyway. He blinked, tears prickling already. Begging was beneath him; it wasn't him anymore.
But it is, a voice in his head taunted.
And it was right.
He was on his knees, at her orders, even after so much separation. After an escape and a renewed life, he would still collapse under her orders. Her silvered tongue, wrapping around his bones, trapping him there for as long as she liked.
He thought of Faye, of August napping in his arms, of the nursery mural he had yet to finish. Still graphite sketch marks on the walls, not a speck of color yet. His body went heavy and limp with the sadness. He wanted to see them again, wanted to hold them again.
The only way out was through, and Emmett did not want to.
There was no other option.
"P-Please, miss." The words flowed out of him with embarrassing ease. His face flushed hot with shame, cooled only by the tears now spilling down them. "Please. Please let me go home, miss."
Rhiannon's grin widened. She was pleased. "You get to go when I say, Emmy."
His heart sunk. "Miss-."
"Oh your back, Emmett." She snapped in the air. "Kit, get over here. You're going to help me with our guest."
