Decided to go back and salvage some old, unposted stuff from whump events I never completed.
Contains: mouth whump, teeth pulling, blood, violence, injury, fade to black noncon, whumper POV
“Please, I don’t want to die,” Kaden sobs. “What did I do? What do you want from me?”
“Oh, relax,” Ripley says, crouching down in front of him, twisting a pair of pliers around in his fingers. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet. What could possibly have given you the idea that I’m going to kill you?”
Kaden’s quivering lips shut, his wet eyes turning towards the walls, which are covered in tools. Ripley follows his gaze. Some are usual household necessities. Some are…sharper. Ripley laughs at his expression when they meet eyes again.
“Alright, you got me. But I’m not going to yet.”
Kaden’s face whitens even further.
“Where would be the fun in that?” He asks, coming closer. Kaden struggles against the ropes tying him to the pillar of Ripley’s basement. Ripley settles himself on top of the young man’s legs and holds up the pliers. “Now, open up.” Kaden shakes his head. “Sorry, did that sound like a question? Open your fucking mouth, or I’ll do it for you.”
Another shake. Ripley sighs and grabs his cheeks. “Fine, make this hard.” He slams his head against the pillar. Once, twice. Another time, for good measure, until the man is dazed enough for Ripley to force his mouth open. He closes the pliers around Kaden’s first tooth. It’s exceedingly hard to pull out a healthy tooth, Ripley finds. It takes a couple tries, twisting and yanking while Kaden struggles and sobs. Tightening his grip on the pliers, he tugs one last time, his muscles straining. At last, it comes free. Blood quickly follows, and Kaden begins screaming. The rest of the process is just as arduous, some teeth are even harder to get free. By the time he’s finished, he feels rather accomplished. Standing, he shakes with anticipation of his reward. Or perhaps it's just muscle tremors? Doesn’t matter. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down. Kaden looks up at him, blood still dripping from his lips, a different kind of horror spreading across his face.
“Say ‘ah’,” Ripley chuckles.