#tw. torture

[rie-092]

I saw 18 and the lyrics and instantly thought of Dion Agriche and now I need it so badly pretty please 🥹

EVENT'S ENTRY OO5 : DARK HORSE

[ yandere! dion agriche ]

notes: the event ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

dion never wanted a doll. he never asked for a doll.

that was one thing that the members of agriche family knew.

and there were two reasons why he did that. first, he was busy with the missions that his father assigned to him. and second, he find it revolting. since on his eyes, he was much different than his mother. he never found any joy on tormenting those dolls, unlike his mother.

but it changed when he met you, cassis pedelian's younger sister. the one who got kidnapped along with her older brother. the one that got her eyes gouged by lant— he changed his mind.

look at you, so pitiful, so bloodied.

he felt himself smirking as he looked down at you. chained on the chair, as cassis pedelian glared at him. spouting nonsense about not touching his younger sister. but dion didn't care at all.

he just wants to know. he was curious about you and your bond with cassis. because he never had a bond like that with his siblings. so, he started wondering. if he get you, will he be able to understand?

after visiting you on the prison. he decided to pay his father a visit. which is unusual, according to lant. and what's more unusual was dion's request.

“ give me ( name ) pedelian, father. ”

it wasn't a request. it was a command. something that dion, his beloved killing machine never did. and that's the how you became dion's beloved doll.

and that news attracted the unwanted attention of his siblings.

yet, dion didn't care. he never cared.

the only thing on his mind right now was to satisfy his curiosities about you.

for someone who was known for being a killing machine, dion was gentle. atleast that's how you see him. helping you on taking bath, making sure that you were properly taken care of.

he made sure to do those things by himself since dion doesn't have any servants. and he will never asked for any servants after the countless attempts of taking his life by his previous servants.

but why does he was taking care of you again? was it because he wanted to take care of you? of course not. because he wants you to depend on him.

and dion even go far on removing your chains and changing the bandage around your eye everyday.

but there was one thing dion made clear to you. never leave his room. because according to him, it was dangerous. which is true. but there is also another reason that he never tell you.

and that is— he never want anyone to lay their hand on you. not roxana, jeremy, his mother, his father, nor his siblings. because the moment his father gave you to him, you were already his.

as a yandere, dion was possessive and territorial. this guy will even go far and carving his name on your pretty skin if it is needed.

but there's no need to go far when you're already listening well to him. and besides, he can tell it clearly that you, his beloved doll— was clearly falling for him.

and did i forgot to tell you that after he got you from his father. he always made sure to finish any missions that he got from his father the day he gave it to him and go home immediately?

it was kind of exhilarating for dion to have someone waiting for him.

but one day, by the time he came back. along with the dress that he knew that would look good on you.

he found you, on his room. coughing blood— your blood streaming from your ears, nose and even the bandage around your eyes were bloodied.

then he realized, someone touched you. someone dared to poison you. and dion lost his mind— which is unusual since dion never thought that he would care for you to the point that he would kill for you.

lant never said anything. he just let his favorite son tortured the person who poisoned you. he just let him wander to the estate bloodied as he goes back to his room, to you.

don't worry, it'll be alright. dion is here, so— focus on recovering, okay, his dearest doll?

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“ so..... you want to play with magic that much, huh? ”

[mj-iza-writer]

Caretaker turned Whumper

Whumpee tearfully watched as the guards pulled Caretaker up from cuddling with them on the floor.

"We can cuddle more when I'm back", Caretaker promised as they were led to the door, "everything is alright."

Whumpee nodded and faked a smile.

The door closed behind Caretaker and the guards. Whumpee was alone again.

They huddled into the corner of the room still wrapped in the blanket Caretaker had comforted them with earlier.

"They promised not to hurt you as long as I did what was asked of me. I'm going to do it because I-I need to keep you safe", Caretaker had profusely promised multiple times, "as long as you are safe, t-that is all that matters. Just behave and don't get yourself into trouble while I'm away."

Whumpee was never told what Caretaker had to do to ensure their safety. They didn't dare ask either.

Whumpee jumped when the door opened.

Another guard came in with a tray of food and set it on the metal table.

"Eat."

The guard turned, and started for the door.

"Th-thankyou", Whumpee cautiously spoke.

The guard turned back to them and huffed.

Whumpee cowarded into the corner as much as they could.

The guard reached for the door after hearing Whumpee's whimpered apology.

Caretaker stood in the viewing room.

Someone was being stripped and tied to Caretaker's work bench.

Caretaker watched through the one-way mirror to make sure the setup was correct.

Whumper came in and stood next to Caretaker.

"How's Whumpee doing this afternoon?", Whumper asked curiously.

Caretaker side glanced Whumper before turning to them.

"What?", Whumper shrugged, "I can't ask how one of my prisoners is doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out if you are being serious or if this is one of your sick games", Caretaker frowned.

"I'm being serious. They looked cold yesterday, that's how they got the extra blanket", Whumper talked nonchalantly, "I asked one of the guards to warm up the room. I don't know if you noticed."

"You were in the room?", Caretaker glared, "with Whumpee?"

"Only to give them a blanket and a head pat. They are so brave", Whumper grinned, "trusting you and all."

Caretaker stepped daringly toward Whumper... fist ready to fight.

"Uh-uh", Whumper warned as they pulled out a remote, "I'd hate to ruin their lunch", Whumper pointed at a screen that had video feed of the room Whumpee and Caretaker were kept in.

Caretaker turned quickly to look, "don't", they warned.

Caretaker saw Whumper press the warning button.

"No", Whumpee's whimpers could be heard on the monitor. They quickly reached and felt the shock collar that was locked around their neck, "please, mercy. I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.

"Please don't", Caretaker turned to Whumper, "I-I'm sorry."

"That's more like it", Whumper smirked, "sorry Whumpee, my finger hit the wrong button", Whumper spoke into a mic that connected to the room.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee shakingly shrunk to the floor, abandoning the tray of food they were just about to eat.

"Please tell them to eat", Caretaker pleaded.

The screen turned off, and Caretaker blinked away tears.

"What? Is the big bad Caretaker crying... for some prisoner", Whumper mocked, "is it from the guilt you feel from what you've done to them that drives you to protect them now? Is it some sort of attempt to repent?"

"No, th-they were the only one who forgave me for what I did", Caretaker admitted. They thought back to that night, "they don't see me as the monster you've made me."

A while ago, Caretaker had acted out against Whumper. As punishment, Caretaker had been locked in a full room. Everyone they had tortured for Whumper was also locked in that room with them. Caretaker had taken refuge against the wall and had buried their head into their lap to hide from the hateful but well-deserved torment they were receiving. They were as much a prisoner as everyone else was, but no one understood that. They were just as evil as Whumper.

"That dirt and blood covered hand reached for your hand", Whumper spoke out loud, "such a touching story. Whumpee sat with you all night, even though you had just tortured them earlier."

Caretaker fought back tears.

"How dangerous for yourself to have something weighing you down like that. You are really stuck. Whatever you do could impact that one", Whumper chuckled, "you've always been good at getting answers for me. That's why I let you keep Whumpee with you as a little pet. I figured that it would keep you in line. Plus, I really didn't have any plans for Whumpee. They would have probably died had you not taken them."

Caretaker frowned, "they're not a pet."

"Whatever you say", Whumper laughed, "good luck with this one by the way", Whumper looked into the interrogation room again, "they're a real piece of work. I'll feed the questions in to them like normal."

"Please let me see Whumpee one more time", Caretaker pleaded, "I'll do what I must as per our agreement. Just please."

Whumper nodded at the person in charge of the screens.

A full image of Whumpee came up again.

Caretaker sniffled.

"Whumpee, Caretaker would like you to eat your meal", Whumper talked into the mic.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee jumped at the sound Whumper's voice.

"I hit the button accidentally. You are not going to be shocked right now", Whumper smiled as Whumpee nervously nodded.

"Now go make me proud", Whumper chuckled.

Caretaker rubbing water on fresh wip markings, which caused the prisoner to writh and gasp on the table. Caretaker dug their fingers into the person's abdomen to signify it was completed.

"It seems you think you've finished?", Whumper questioned over the radio, "you finish when I say."

"Th-they answered your questions", Caretaker looked at the glass, "they can't take anymore. They'll die if we continue."

"Someone will be getting electrocuted", Whumper chuckled, "I'm done with that prisoner. They can die now. You either turn the level up to max on the probes attached to them or I'll shock Whumpee. Do you understand."

Whumper pointed at the person, who then turned on a screen in the room Caretaker was in.

"No Whumpee, please don't make me... I can't take a life... I can't do what you are asking me to do."

"Such a shame", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee grabbed the collar and screamed.

"Whumpee", Caretaker yelled, "please stop."

"This will keep happening. Do what you're told", Whumper ordered, "protect your pet."

"I-I'm sorry", Caretaker hurried to the machine.

"No, no, no", the person pleaded.

Caretaker paused before hitting the button.

Whumpee screamed, "Caretaker help!"

Caretaker to panicked and hit the button.

They shielded themself as the prisoner sparked. The screams matched Whumpee's until both quieted.

"How far did you turn that up?", Whumper laughed, "I think you roasted them."

"I-I don't know, you said turn it up. I can't think straight when someone I love is being electrocuted", Caretaker frowned, "Whumpee?"

"A little shaken up... they're fine", Whumper laughed, "good work today. Someone will be in to get you momentarily."

Caretaker cautiously walked around the table. They couldn't look at the smoking body. They only stared at the monitor.

Whumpee had collapsed on the floor and was gasping for breath.

"Please no more" Whumpee mumbled repeatedly between gasp, "please?"

Caretaker hurried into the room and dropped to the floor by Whumpee.

Whumpee whimpered when they saw Caretaker, then tears started to fall.

"I am so sorry", Caretaker pulled them close, "I wasn't fast enough, and you got hurt. I am so sorry."

Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest.

"I-it hurts", Whumpee cried.

"I know, I'm sorry", Caretaker pulled them even closer and sighed, "I'm sorry for everything."

Whumpee calmed a little now that they were in Caretaker's arms.

"I'm so sorry", Caretaker whispered continually, "I'm so sorry". It was the only thing they could say.

Whumpee jumped when the door opened.

Whumper sauntered in.

Whumpee whimpered and hid their face into Caretaker's chest.

"Aw", Whumper circled them both, "if only they knew."

Caretaker glared up at Whumper.

"I'm a bad Whumpee. Please have mercy", Whumpee pleaded.

Caretaker rubbed their back, "no Whumpee. That was my fault. I-I'll...", Caretaker bit their lip, their glare deepened, "I-I'll make sure it doesn't happen again", Caretaker blinked away tears.

They were both very stuck. Caretaker had a weakness, and Whumper was going to use it. There was nothing that could be done to stop it, either. The only way to protect Whumpee was to play Whumper's game.

"I'm glad to hear that", Whumper gleefully turned to the door when they heard someone opening it, "oh look, dinner. I'll leave you both to it then."

Caretaker sighed when they watched the guard come in with two trays.

"I need you to eat Whumpee... come along", Caretaker stood and helped the shaking Whumpee up, "I'll help you eat. I'm so sorry."

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Angst Starter for @southern-belle-outcasts​

The interesting thing about having your DNA spliced with another mutant’s was that it was painful. It wasn’t as simple as insert needle here and wait for results. No, it was worse than that. There was a certain amount of torture that had to be inflicted on the human body to make it accept the DNA splicing, at least according to his captors, and that was what Tony couldn’t stand. 

After the first week, he’d stopped praying for rescue and resigned himself to his situation, strapped to this table, being experimented on by a man who called himself Ajax, of all things. It sounded like a cheesy Bond villain name to him, and he’d said as much, but all that had resulted in was another round of painful electrocution and some tutting in disappointment when they didn’t get the results that they were looking for. What exactly they were looking for, Tony didn’t know. For all that his captor was a Bond villain wannabe, he hadn’t been particularly loquacious with his plan.

Tony wanted to hope for rescue, but he knew the realities. He was just one mutant in a city full of them, where crimes against mutants were common and there weren’t that many people who actually cared that much about them. There was only so much that could be done to save someone like him, and he was a man living alone, who had taken a vacation from work. He hadn’t even been missed, of that he was sure. No one would know he was gone. It was an ideal situation for Ajax, the fuckhead. 

The only hope he had was that one of the other people Ajax had in this facility would be missed. If someone launched a rescue for one of them, then maybe he would stand a chance, maybe he could be rescued. His hope wasn’t very strong though. Mutants weren’t typically missed.

It was another torture session, with Tony being put in the ice tank that he hated more than any of the other tortures, when he noticed something different. He was fighting, kicking and screaming to try not to go in the tank, when he got a glimpse of someone new being strapped to a table. It was a kid, and Tony felt his anger rise up for the first time since he’d resigned himself to being here. 

He wasn’t going to stand by and let a kid be tortured, couldn’t do that, not while he was still alive. He kicked out at Angel Dust as she started lowering him into the ice tank, trying to get loose, even though his hands were bound above him. If there was a kid involved, he needed to get loose, needed to help.

That was the last thought that ran through his head before he was submerged in the ice water. As he thrashed, fighting not to gasp for breath, he could only hope that someone was coming to save the kid. No kid deserved to go through this. Tony could handle it himself, but kids, kids deserved better.

For the first time since he’d been taken, Tony hoped someone came soon, as soon as fucking possible, before that kid could be hurt. No kid deserved this.

[mijongsuk]

.bite your tongue

tw: implied torture

Jongsuk swept into the restaurant, ignoring the sign hanging on the door that cheerfully declared the store was closed. He was flanked by two men, one of whom hung back to lock the door behind them, ensuring that they wouldn’t be interrupted. The dining room dimmed as the other drew the blinds.

Summoned by the tinkling of the bell above the door, the owner of the shop emerged from the back, smile on his face and dish towel in his hands. “I’m very sorry, but we’re closed for the afternoon” he began, wiping his hands before fumbling for the pair of glasses hanging around his neck. He clumsily slid them onto his nose.

The instant that his vision came into focus, the old man recoiled.

Jongsuk flashed him a smile. “Expecting company?” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blazer, the picture of nonchalance. His smile took on a predatory edge as he watched the shop owner swallow thickly and retreat a step back.

“D-Dante. What a surprise,” he stammered, snatching the dish towel off of the cabinet and beginning to wring it in his hands, uneasy. “To what do I owe the honor? The end of the month isn’t for another w-week.”

“I’m not here for your books, ahjussi.”

The shop owner’s shaky smile slid. He quickly recovered and forced a laugh, moving to the counter to fetch a menu. “I see. You’ve come for a bite, have you? I was just closing down the kitchen, but I’ll of course make an exception for you boys. What are you hungry for?” He shuffled around the counter to where Jongsuk and his men stood. The old man held out the menu with a trembling hand. “I’ve got a fresh batch of kimchi-jjigae still cooling on the stove. How about it?”

Jongsuk spared the menu a disinterested glance. “I’ve heard that you’ve made a new friend, ahjussi. Will the detective be coming for lunch as well?”

The menu fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

With speed borne of true terror, the store owner fled towards the back of the store and into the kitchen.

Jongsuk heaved a sigh.

“Go,” he instructed his companions.

He followed the pair at a more sedate pace, taking his time to round the counter as the sounds of a scuffle filled the empty restaurant. He heard the crash of a shelf being upended. Judging by the cursing coming from the back, the shop owner had tipped it in a last-ditch attempt to escape.

It didn’t matter if the old man managed to reach the back door though; they’d blocked it from the outside before ever setting foot inside the store. The man was trapped. Jongsuk just needed to give him a little time to figure that out for himself.

It seemed that his timing had been generous enough. The moment that Jongsuk entered the kitchen, he spotted the shop owner cowering against the exit with either of his men looming over him.

“You’re really raising too much of a fuss, don’t you think?” He picked his way around the mess of the fallen shelf. Broken glass littered the floor and reflected the florescent lighting from overhead, mixing with spilled rice and beans in a blend of color. It was probably the nicest the floor had looked since the restaurant opened its doors, Jongsuk mused wryly.

“Please, just let me explain,” the old man pleaded, craning his neck to peek at Jongsuk over the shoulders of the men cornering him, “I swear, it isn’t what it seems. I was only–”

“Show him to a chair, gentlemen. I’d hate for him to work himself up to a heart attack before we’re finished here.”

He wandered over to the counter as they complied. Jongsuk yanked open the nearest drawer without an ounce of finesse, sifting through the mix of utensils inside before letting the drawer fall off its track. It clattered to the floor, wood splintering, contents joining the mess of glass and rice scattered across the busted tile. He moved on to the next drawer and repeated the process until he found what he was looking for.

Fish pliers in hand, Jongsuk turned back to the trio, smile as sharp as his eyes.

“Now. Let’s see just how loose your tongue is, ahjussi.”

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

...Deceit sat there,silently screaming in pain as scales were raked from his face,though he could not see well,he did not miss the smirk on Romans face. A blue blurr lingered in the background,held back by another mush of colour. Deceit just wanted it all to stop,he just-

...

*holding stick* Roman, i will HIT YOU!

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He woke up in a cage. He didn’t know what had happened. One minute, he was on a mission in France, and the next he was here, in a cage barely big enough for him to do more than sit up, crouched in a defensive position, not that it would do him much good. His arms were captured behind him, hands in cuffs that he couldn’t get out of because he couldn’t see them. He was effectively defenseless, trussed up like a present for whoever had taken him. All he could do was wait.

He didn’t have to wait long. They came before he had even finished processing that he’d been taken, three men in long white coats, a familiar and archaic symbol on their breasts. It had him snorting, derision clear in his voice when he spoke.

“HYDRA? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I thought you guys were taken care of, kaputz, done for, gonezo. What the fuck are you doing kidnapping SHIELD agents now? You can’t actually think that this will have any benefit for you. I’m not going to tell you anything, and SHIELD isn’t going to launch a rescue mission for me for at least another 48 hours. You’re wasting your time, boys. Might as well just go back and get fucked.”

One of the men reached into the cage with a cattle prod, a legitimate cattle prod, Tony almost laughed, and shocked him, causing him to jump in the tight space. It didn’t do him much good, he couldn’t escape the electric shock, but it did shut him up for a second while he yelped in pain. 

“You are not here because you are a SHIELD agent, Anthony DiNozzo, codename Adonis,” the man in the middle spoke, and yep- he sounded like a Bond villain alright. “You are here because of your mutation. HYDRA has much use for a man of your talents. We must begin with taking away your memories. I’m sure you understand.”

Tony blanched at that. He knew what that meant. Everyone at SHIELD knew about The Chair and what it had done to Barnes. But all the chairs were supposed to have been destroyed. Then again, HYDRA was supposed to have been destroyed, but when you cut one head off multiple heads grow back in its place, or so the saying goes. He wanted to lash out, to fight back, knew he could, even with his hands tied behind his back the way they were, but in this cage, he was helpless, stuck like a turkey waiting to become Thanksgiving dinner.

The man with the cattle prod came close and jabbed him again, as the third man came to his other side and stuck his arm with something through the bars of the cage. When Tony looked over and saw it was a needle, he knew he was done for. Whatever they were going to do, he wasn’t going to get out of it.

The HYDRA agent was droning on about his evil plan, but Tony wasn’t paying attention to it. No, his mind had gone to Remy, who he had left with a promise that he would return home safely. Remy, who loved him and worried about the work he did for SHIELD. This was going to kill the other man, was going to destroy him. And worst of all, Tony just knew that he wasn’t going to remember a single thing. This HYDRA agent was going to take away the one thing that Tony held most precious in the world, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it. Rage filled him as he locked down his mental shields as tight as he could, even though he knew it would do him no good in the end. They were going to take away the one thing he loved in this world and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Silently, he loosened his shields enough to ping the one mind he knew might have a hope of hearing him, even halfway across the world. ‘Please, if Professor Xavier can hear me, my name is Anthony DiNozzo. Tell Remy I’m sorry.’

[mijongsuk]

❝ you say you want to be KING -

so when I BURN your KINGDOM down, I’ll make SURE

you’re still CHAINED to the THRONE. ❞

[mijongsuk]

.whispers in the dark

↪ SOLO/THREAD DETAILING A MEMORY WITH SOMEONE THAT SHAPED YOUR MUSE

tw: claustrophobia, torture, child abuse

There is an old deep freezer in the far corner of the basement. 

It’s been unplugged for years judging by the smell of it. Even though it’s been emptied of food, the stench of rot remains, strong enough that the first time Jongsuk is forced to climb inside of it he immediately curls over the edge and empties his stomach onto the floor. Before he is done heaving, his head snaps to the side from the force of the backhanding he gets for his mistake. He isn’t given a chance to catch his bearings before he is forced onto his back. The heavy freezer door is slammed shut above him, throwing him into complete darkness, and the drag of a chain tightening around the handle barely audible over Jongsuk’s screams.

He spends two days in that freezer. Two days without food or water, two days lying in his own piss, two days straining his ears for the sound of footsteps on creaky stairs.

It isn’t the old man that finally grants him his freedom, but the oldest of his two brothers. The first sliver of light is almost a worse torture than his imprisonment itself. Jongsuk is too weak to shield his eyes from it, but the other boy seems to have anticipated as much and is quick to click off his flashlight. He holds a finger to Jongsuk’s lips to hush him. The contact startles Jongsuk so much that he cracks his head against the freezer door, but the boy ignores it and shoves a bottle of water into his hands. The crinkle of a rapper seems too loud to Jongsuk’s ears. It doesn’t stop him from fumbling the cap of the bottle open and gulping down its contents so quickly that he chokes on the water, or from snatching the triangle gimbap from his foster brother’s hands to devour it just as quickly. Jongsuk’s stomach churns, rebelling against the nourishment it so desperately needs but is too sensitive to handle, but by some miracle he keeps his meager meal down.

Just as quickly, the empty bottle is snatched from his hands. It disappears down the other boy’s shirt along with the wrapper from the gimbap. “I’m sorry, I have to lock you back up,” he whispers, voice strained as he places a hand on Jongsuk’s head and begins to push. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Jongsuk does not return to his prison without a fight. He lashes out against the boy, flailing and clawing in his desperate attempt to escape, but his body’s too weak. He sobs as the freezer door falls shut. Even with the small bit of food in his belly, Jongsuk barely has the strength to pound his fists against the lid as the chain rattles back into place. Promises fall from Jongsuk’s lips in a desperate tangle as he begs the boy to free him, swearing to behave, to be quiet, to be whatever it is these people want him to be–

But he is left in darkness once more.

Jongsuk never sees the boy again after that night. Sometimes he hears his voice floating down the stairs, and the couple speaks of him whenever CPS drops by. The new script that Jongsuk memorized says that Yoojung left to study abroad in the states. His parents never learned of the night that he helped Jongsuk. 

It is one secret that Jongsuk is willing to keep.