Warnings: Whump typical warnings like injury, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, blood, wounds, etc. See each individual piece for further warnings. Of course, I’m not condoning criminal behavior or any of that.
Whumpril Prompts, day 1-3: Distress call, Panic attack, Insomnia, “get some rest” ,Rope burn, knife to throat, "hold still"
Jada rose from the desk, taking slow, taunting steps toward the bound man. For all the shit he talked and the names he called her, he was surely crying like a little bitch now.
All 220 pounds and 5’11 of him, slouched over, head lowered, tears mixing with the blood on his stained face; snot dripping on this expensive suit. He stopped moving too, aside from the heavy breathing, his wrist red and raw with rope burn.
“We didn’t have to go this route, I told you.” she pointed her blade at him, the tip still dripping with his blood, “If you play nice, I play nice. But no, you had to be difficult.”
Jada climbed onto his lap, used one hand to grab his hair, and yanked his head back while placing the sharp edge of the blade against his neck.
Angry red eyes stared back at her, a hint of defiance in them, despite the weakened state of his body. They stared at each other for a few seconds before he started to move again.
Jada cut his neck, a small surface cut, “hold still!”
He stopped moving.
“Tell me where the fuck she is, and our little date ends. Or, we can make this last all night, I have time,” she glided the sharp edge over his jawline, then slipped it behind his left ear. “What’s more important, loyalty to that asshole boss of yours, or your body parts? I will start cutting them off - “ She added pressure, nicking the back of his ear.
The man broke, he started to speak but all that came out was mumbled words through the tape.
“Ready to play nice?” She tore the tape off his mouth without warning and he screamed as it stung his already sore skin, “I could give you another one of these - “She lowered the knife to his side where she cut him earlier, then slid the blade in again.
He jolted and screamed, begging her to stop.
Jada hummed and pulled the knife out before continuing, “Or, I would call my partner back in here," she shrugged, "and he’s not as nice as I am. But you know that, you’ve spent time with him.”
A dark grin drew on her lips. The man shook his head desperately, he’d had enough, fuck his boss, plus he didn’t need that sick bastard partner of hers pushing him any further over the edge.
“Use your words, come on.” Jada tapped the blade against his lips as he stammered, finding his voice again.
The door swung open and then closed, and she could feel her partner hovering behind her.
The man’s eyes jumped to Lloyd, then back to her, “ I-I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything!”
“Boring,” Lloyd, walked around them, stood behind the man, and grabbed his head roughly, “I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
