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AYYY SO CUTEEE 🤌

couldn't get my hair right 🥹

Tagging: @ash-reh @miireux134 @someoneoninternettt @noeul-whumpsss

This is literally so adorable !!!

Feel free to make one too ;)

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Right right 😔

Don't fuss over a post >.<. And we all know how great you are alright?? 🫶🫶 You're the reason I got into writing this in the first place ^^

Also too many imojies

100 POSTS DONE MY BABIES!!! <3

A HUGE COINCIDENCE THAT I JUST HIT MY ONE YEAR BLOGIVERSARY AND ALSO MANAGED TO KNOCK OUT MY 100TH POST!!!🥳

I did not AT ALL plan to write this much. And the way my followers have been increasing a lot these days is really making me get out my bed and do something productive. AND WHAT CAN BE MORE PRODUCTIVE THAN WRITING WHUMP??? YEAHHHHHH

Anyways, I just wanted to say I really appreciate all of you reading my time-pass stuff. And people like @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees, @whatwasmyprevioususername and @lordcatwich who're always liking my posts (me side-eyeing @watermelon-dont-grow-on-trees who's there liking every single post of mine since the starting of this blog)

You might think I don't notice these things but I do. I really do and it really brings a smile to my face. Anyways I love all of you pookies reading this <3. Tysm!!!

I was waiting for 100 posts to be done to create it as an excuse to let it out.

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Love in an elevator

Or better yet, ‘Whump in an elevator’ because we.need.more.elevator.whump!

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1 - Continued from Part 3

Tagging: @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

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Jay had spent his evening googling all sorts of hand injuries and rejected them all as excuses. Until the answer slapped him in the face, or burned his hand rather, when he was making himself a cup of tea. The cup was too hot for his sensitive hand to hold and the heat sparked his brain to work. Burned hand on the kettle. Perfect.

Wasted an entire evening on that and he didn’t see a lot of people today, nor did anyone ask or give him weird looks, but well, all part of the anxiety.

Best to have an excuse ready. It had served him well over these past few weeks to come prepared and even though some people started to become sceptical, Jay knew it was human nature that when push came to shove, they didn’t want to know either way. Some people had already stopped asking, though he could feel their eyes lasering in his back when he stumbled to the coffee machine. But his closer friends and colleagues were more persistent.

He sighed. The office space was starting to empty out. He glanced at the time. 5.15pm. Not too bad. Would make it home on time today. He had a slight glimmer of hope that he’d have a quiet evening. Zayne didn’t usually come around every night.

“Jay, someone’s waiting for you out front.”

Keep reading

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What up, whump fam?!

June of Doom 2024 Prompts!

We've brought back some old favorites/ popular prompts from last year with a healthy dash of new!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, mood boards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!). You can do one or all of the prompts on any given day, and if none are to your liking, check out the alternate prompts!

Two rules this year!

As with last year, tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.

AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.

Text list below the cut for easier crossings-off. And don't forget to tag @juneofdoom so I can reblog your awesome here! Have fun!

“Help me.”                                        | Failed Escape | On the Run | Fetal Position |

“It didn’t have to be this way.”             | Scream | Double Cross | Made to Watch |

“Well, well, well…”                            | Hiding | Ambushed | Stalking |

“Does that hurt?”                               | Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”                 | Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |

“They don’t care about you.”               | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |

“What happened?”                            | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

“This is your last chance.”                    | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |

“I made a mistake.”                            | Accident | Acceptance | Blame |

“Can you hear me?”                           | Fear | Smoke | Phone Call |

“We’re out of time.”                           | Bleeding Out | Collapse | Flatline |

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”        | Dehydration | Grief | Coma |

“Wait!”                                             | Sacrifice | Adrenaline | Cornered |

“What were you thinking?”                  | Surrender | Human Shield | Outmatched |

“Get me out of here!”                         | Rescue | Chainsaw | Presumed Dead |

“At least it can’t get any worse.”           | Secret | Stranded | Setback |

“You don’t want to do that.”                | Struggle | Blackmail | Desperate Measures |

“I’m fine.”                                         | Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

“This can’t be happening!”                  | Sobbing | Straitjacket | Dissociation |

“I can handle it.”                                | Scrape | Panic Attack | Neglect |

“Let’s play a game. “                           | Stairs | Pressure Points | Trap Door |

“What’s the bad news?”                      | Poison | Bedridden | Cauterization |

“You’re doing great.”                         | Trembling | Gaslighting | Rules |

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”                  | Blankets | Stitches | Bandages |

“I should have listened to you.”           | Guilt | Backseat | Failure |

“Don’t lie to me.”                               | Rage | Choke | Paranoia |

“Or what?”                                       | Defiance | Display | Last Resort |

“Say something.”                               | Numb | Cold Shoulder | Gag |

“I’m so cold.”                                    | Delirium | Fever | Exposure |

“Breathe, damn you!”                         | Shock | Asphyxiation | Emergency Room |

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

“Who did this to you?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not okay.”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“You poor thing.”

Attending Your Own Funeral

Broken Glass

Mask

Whip

Obedience

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100 POSTS DONE MY BABIES!!! <3

A HUGE COINCIDENCE THAT I JUST HIT MY ONE YEAR BLOGIVERSARY AND ALSO MANAGED TO KNOCK OUT MY 100TH POST!!!🥳

I did not AT ALL plan to write this much. And the way my followers have been increasing a lot these days is really making me get out my bed and do something productive. AND WHAT CAN BE MORE PRODUCTIVE THAN WRITING WHUMP??? YEAHHHHHH

Anyways, I just wanted to say I really appreciate all of you reading my time-pass stuff. And people like @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees, @whatwasmyprevioususername and @lordcatwich who're always liking my posts (me side-eyeing @watermelon-dont-grow-on-trees who's there liking every single post of mine since the starting of this blog)

You might think I don't notice these things but I do. I really do and it really brings a smile to my face. Anyways I love all of you pookies reading this <3. Tysm!!!

I was waiting for 100 posts to be done to create it as an excuse to let it out.

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BLOODBOUND

CW: captivity, violence, blood, fear, and psychological distress.

The darkness was thick around Whumpee, suffocating, as he lay there, strapped to a chair, his wrists bound tight. Every breath he took felt heavy, laden with the scent of blood that filled the air, a potent mixture of terror and sickened anticipation as to what was to come for him. Though, he had a feeling he didn't want to know

The silence was suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on Whumpee, amplifying the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. Each beat seemed to reverberate through the room, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Every second stretched out like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing in the hollow chamber, a drumbeat of dread in the darkness only to be broken by the soft footsteps making the floorboard creak

Then, like a serpent slithering through the darkness, a voice cut through the silence, sending icy tendrils of fear snaking down Whumpee's spine. "You're going to enjoy this," it hissed, a sinister promise dripping with malice.

The vampire emerged from the shadows, his form a twisted silhouette against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. Blood-red eyes gleamed with unholy hunger, sharp fangs glistening in the darkness like daggers waiting to strike. Whumpee's breath caught in his throat, terror seizing him in its icy grip.

Whumpee's heart hammered against his chest like a trapped animal, desperate for escape. He tried to scream, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a choked whimper as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's neck.

"You're my little blood bag, aren't you?" the vampire whispered, his voice a twisted caress that sent shivers racing across Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee wanted to deny it, to defy him with every fiber of his being, but the fear held him captive, rendering him powerless. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood on his skin as he sobbed quietly, a silent plea for mercy.

The vampire chuckled darkly, a sound that chilled Whumpee to the core. "Such a delicious fear," he murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I can taste it on the air." His eyes suddenly glistened with a sinister gleam staring right at Whumpee's terrified face, reflecting the dim light in the room like shards of ice.

A whimper escaped Whumpee's lips as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's skin. The scent of blood grew stronger, mingling with the sickly sweet aroma of decay that permeated the room. Whumpee's stomach churned with revulsion, bile rising in his throat.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Let me go."

But the vampire only laughed, a sound devoid of warmth or mercy. "Oh, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You don't understand. You were never meant to leave this place."

Dread coiled in the pit of Whumpee's stomach, threatening to consume him whole. A sob tore from his throat as he closed his eyes tight, not sure if it were from fear or just from the much awaited anticipation that the vampire would devoid him of blood completely this time leaving him dead. Anything to leave this hell of a place.

The pain was unlike anything Whumpee had ever experienced, a searing agony that tore through him like wildfire, consuming him from the inside out. A guttural cry escaped his lips, torn from the depths of his agony, echoing through the darkened room along with body-wrecking sobs.

But beneath the pain, there was something else, something perverse and unsettling—a sickening pleasure that twisted his insides into knots.

Why did it feel like this? Why did his body betray him, responding to the vampire's touch with a sickening kind of euphoria?

"W-Why?" he gasped, the word torn from him as he managed to catch a breath, from the sobbing and screaming. "Why does it feel like-like this?"

The vampire's laughter filled the air, making Whumpee flinch violently. "Because, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "your body knows its place. It knows that you belong to me now."

Whumpee clenched his teeth, trying to stifle the screams that threatened to escape his lips, but it was futile. The vampire drank deeply, greedily, his lips pressed against Whumpee's skin like a lover's kiss, as Whumpee felt himself growing weaker with each passing moment.

He's nothing but a vessel to the vampire, a mere pawn in his twisted game of dominance and submission.

And as the darkness closed in around him, Whumpee couldn't help but let out one last single sob wondering if he would ever escape this nightmare alive, or if he would remain forever trapped in the vampire's web of darkness and despair.

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Traumatized whumpees!!!

I absolutely adore when whumpee they're just so.. so traumatized that they think they're just so so scared of every single thing around them. Whumper has broken them so deep that they don't even know what to believe now and what not to. Fear is the only thing they know. Even after being rescued.

Like just look at this

The whumpee huddled in the corner of the dimly lit room, their knees drawn up to their chest, trembling with fear. Each creak of the floorboards sent shivers down their spine, and every flicker of the dying candle intensified their sense of impending doom. They knew escape was futile, trapped in the clutches of their merciless whumper. Tears streaked down their dirt-streaked cheeks as they prayed for a sliver of hope to pierce through the darkness.

Bonus points if they don't believe Caretaker that they're Actually safe. How could they be anyways? After everything Whumper had made them go through how could they ever believe anyone? They're all lying. All of them. Just to laugh at whumpee once he actually believes them.

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SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#3: The dance of pain

Previous/ Masterlist

CW: Pet whump, violence, torture, psychological manipulation, dominating whumper, captivity, slavery, stress position, power dynamics

As Andrey's hand reached out for the knife, Noah's heart raced like a wild beast trapped in a cage, its frantic beats echoing in his ears, each pulse a drumbeat of impending doom. The glint of the blade sent a shiver down his spine, his mind swirling with horrific visions of what was to come.

"Please... don't..." Noah's voice quivered, barely audible over the thunderous pounding of his own heart. But his plea fell on deaf ears as Andrey's cruel smirk widened, relishing Noah's fear like a sadistic predator savoring its prey's distress.

With agonizing slowness, Andrey dragged the tip of the knife along Noah's chest, the cold steel leaving a trail of icy dread in its wake. Noah's breath hitched as the fabric of his shirt parted under the blade, exposing his vulnerable skin to the mercy of Andrey's whims.

Relief washed over him momentarily when Andrey placed the knife down, only to be swiftly replaced by dread as Andrey's hand reached for the whip. Noah had almost forgotten about the whip... almost.

The crack of the whip split the air, causing Noah to flinch violently at the sound. He couldn't fathom the agony of that thing lashing against his body.

"You're all bark and no bite, huh? Look at you," Andrey sneered, creeping up behind Noah, tracing his back with the whip. "You were cussing me out only a few minutes ago. But you're just a little pest, waiting to be squished when brought in front of fear."

"I'm not... I'm not just some... some pest..." Noah's voice trembled with defiance, but it was a feeble flame struggling to burn against the gale of Andrey's cruelty.

Andrey's laughter echoed in the chamber, a chilling melody that danced on the edge of madness. "Oh, but you are, pet," he taunted, his voice dripping with venom as he circled Noah like a vulture eyeing its prey. "A pathetic little pest, begging for mercy from its master."

With a snarl, Andrey brought the whip down upon Noah's back savagely. The crack of leather against flesh echoed through the chamber, sending shivers racing down Noah's spine as pain exploded across his body like wildfire.

He had never experienced anything like this before. His whole back was on fire, and he felt as if he couldn't do something as simple as breathe.

Before Noah could recover from the brutal hit, Andrey brought the whip down again, making Noah scream out loud from the searing pain.

"Not so mouthy now, are we?" Andrey mocked, bringing the whip down once again.

The crack of leather against skin echoed through the room followed by Noah's raspy screaming. His body convulsed with each brutal strike, his muscles tensing and contorting in agony. He bit down hard on his lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding his mouth as he fought to stifle the screams clawing at his throat.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he hung suspended in the suffocating darkness of his despair. Every fiber of his being screamed for Andrey to stop. To stop all of this. He just wanted to go back home to his mother. Was that too much to ask for? To have freedom?

Unfortunately for him, it was too much to ask for. If by any chance Noah had found the courage and lung capacity between the lashes to speak the same, Andrey would've probably left him half-dead in the chamber.

"With every lash, I will give you a rule to follow, and you will repeat after me. Understood?" When no response was given except for small sobs, Andrey grabbed Noah's hair, pulling his head back as the other cried out.

"Understood?"

Noah managed a weak nod, blinking through his blurred vision. Andrey decided to let the lack of a vocal answer slide, sensing Noah's unfamiliarity with his twisted game.

Another lash landed on Noah's back with a harsh crack. "You will address me as Sir. Using my name will only land you with more punishment."

Noah could hardly think, let alone be expected to repeat these sick rules that Andrey was concocting for him. A sob tore from his throat. Andrey only rewarded him with two consecutive lashes when hr decided Noah was taking too long to speak.

"I-I will address you by Sir."

"You will not show me any attitude."

With every rule, a white-hot searing pain overcame him from the whip.

"S-STOP! PLEASE!"

Andrey rolled his eyes, delivering another lash "Not what I want to hear, pet."

Noah felt his fingers growing numb, the cuffs digging into his wrists, raw and bleeding. "I-I will n-not show... atti-attitude," he stammered, his voice fading into a broken murmur.

"You will speak only when spoken to unless it's absolutely necessary."

A strained groan escaped his lips as his head lolled forward. A broken scream tore from his lips when Andrey dug his finger into one of his wounds. "Wake yourself up."

"I will- I-I will only speak when spo-spoken to..." Noah stuttered, his words muddled by tears and pain. He tripped over slurred words, simply breaking down into more sobs.

Each lash of the whip seared into his flesh, each command drilled into his shattered psyche, stripping away every ounce of his humanity until there was nothing left but a hollow shell, a puppet dancing to Andrey's twisted desires. Noah's eyes eventually closed, his head slumping forward as the much awaited unconsciousness welcomed him.

And in that suffocating darkness, Noah prayed for a miracle, a glimmer of hope to break through the despair that threatened to consume him whole. But in the heart of Andrey's chamber, hope was a fragile whisper drowned out by the cruel laughter of a tormentor who reveled in the suffering of his prey.

Taglist: @ash-reh @anutz1234 @miireux134 @whatwasmyprevioususername @nuriiz134

@parasitebunny @morning-star-whump (let me know if you want to be added or removed <3)

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Heyoooo how are youuuu and I wanna say this whipping chapter is hella good Andrey teaching him the rules with every whip is AMAZING JDJDHDHFDHJDJD

AAAAAAA TYSMMM!!!!! sbhfnsjindjc you're so nice istgg!! This motivates me to torture Noah baby more hehhe

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Traumatized whumpees!!!

I absolutely adore when whumpee they're just so.. so traumatized that they think they're just so so scared of every single thing around them. Whumper has broken them so deep that they don't even know what to believe now and what not to. Fear is the only thing they know. Even after being rescued.

Like just look at this

The whumpee huddled in the corner of the dimly lit room, their knees drawn up to their chest, trembling with fear. Each creak of the floorboards sent shivers down their spine, and every flicker of the dying candle intensified their sense of impending doom. They knew escape was futile, trapped in the clutches of their merciless whumper. Tears streaked down their dirt-streaked cheeks as they prayed for a sliver of hope to pierce through the darkness.

Bonus points if they don't believe Caretaker that they're Actually safe. How could they be anyways? After everything Whumper had made them go through how could they ever believe anyone? They're all lying. All of them. Just to laugh at whumpee once he actually believes them.

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SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#3: The dance of pain

Previous/ Masterlist

CW: Pet whump, violence, torture, psychological manipulation, dominating whumper, captivity, slavery, stress position, power dynamics

As Andrey's hand reached out for the knife, Noah's heart raced like a wild beast trapped in a cage, its frantic beats echoing in his ears, each pulse a drumbeat of impending doom. The glint of the blade sent a shiver down his spine, his mind swirling with horrific visions of what was to come.

"Please... don't..." Noah's voice quivered, barely audible over the thunderous pounding of his own heart. But his plea fell on deaf ears as Andrey's cruel smirk widened, relishing Noah's fear like a sadistic predator savoring its prey's distress.

With agonizing slowness, Andrey dragged the tip of the knife along Noah's chest, the cold steel leaving a trail of icy dread in its wake. Noah's breath hitched as the fabric of his shirt parted under the blade, exposing his vulnerable skin to the mercy of Andrey's whims.

Relief washed over him momentarily when Andrey placed the knife down, only to be swiftly replaced by dread as Andrey's hand reached for the whip. Noah had almost forgotten about the whip... almost.

The crack of the whip split the air, causing Noah to flinch violently at the sound. He couldn't fathom the agony of that thing lashing against his body.

"You're all bark and no bite, huh? Look at you," Andrey sneered, creeping up behind Noah, tracing his back with the whip. "You were cussing me out only a few minutes ago. But you're just a little pest, waiting to be squished when brought in front of fear."

"I'm not... I'm not just some... some pest..." Noah's voice trembled with defiance, but it was a feeble flame struggling to burn against the gale of Andrey's cruelty.

Andrey's laughter echoed in the chamber, a chilling melody that danced on the edge of madness. "Oh, but you are, pet," he taunted, his voice dripping with venom as he circled Noah like a vulture eyeing its prey. "A pathetic little pest, begging for mercy from its master."

With a snarl, Andrey brought the whip down upon Noah's back savagely. The crack of leather against flesh echoed through the chamber, sending shivers racing down Noah's spine as pain exploded across his body like wildfire.

He had never experienced anything like this before. His whole back was on fire, and he felt as if he couldn't do something as simple as breathe.

Before Noah could recover from the brutal hit, Andrey brought the whip down again, making Noah scream out loud from the searing pain.

"Not so mouthy now, are we?" Andrey mocked, bringing the whip down once again.

The crack of leather against skin echoed through the room followed by Noah's raspy screaming. His body convulsed with each brutal strike, his muscles tensing and contorting in agony. He bit down hard on his lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding his mouth as he fought to stifle the screams clawing at his throat.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he hung suspended in the suffocating darkness of his despair. Every fiber of his being screamed for Andrey to stop. To stop all of this. He just wanted to go back home to his mother. Was that too much to ask for? To have freedom?

Unfortunately for him, it was too much to ask for. If by any chance Noah had found the courage and lung capacity between the lashes to speak the same, Andrey would've probably left him half-dead in the chamber.

"With every lash, I will give you a rule to follow, and you will repeat after me. Understood?" When no response was given except for small sobs, Andrey grabbed Noah's hair, pulling his head back as the other cried out.

"Understood?"

Noah managed a weak nod, blinking through his blurred vision. Andrey decided to let the lack of a vocal answer slide, sensing Noah's unfamiliarity with his twisted game.

Another lash landed on Noah's back with a harsh crack. "You will address me as Sir. Using my name will only land you with more punishment."

Noah could hardly think, let alone be expected to repeat these sick rules that Andrey was concocting for him. A sob tore from his throat. Andrey only rewarded him with two consecutive lashes when hr decided Noah was taking too long to speak.

"I-I will address you by Sir."

"You will not show me any attitude."

With every rule, a white-hot searing pain overcame him from the whip.

"S-STOP! PLEASE!"

Andrey rolled his eyes, delivering another lash "Not what I want to hear, pet."

Noah felt his fingers growing numb, the cuffs digging into his wrists, raw and bleeding. "I-I will n-not show... atti-attitude," he stammered, his voice fading into a broken murmur.

"You will speak only when spoken to unless it's absolutely necessary."

A strained groan escaped his lips as his head lolled forward. A broken scream tore from his lips when Andrey dug his finger into one of his wounds. "Wake yourself up."

"I will- I-I will only speak when spo-spoken to..." Noah stuttered, his words muddled by tears and pain. He tripped over slurred words, simply breaking down into more sobs.

Each lash of the whip seared into his flesh, each command drilled into his shattered psyche, stripping away every ounce of his humanity until there was nothing left but a hollow shell, a puppet dancing to Andrey's twisted desires. Noah's eyes eventually closed, his head slumping forward as the much awaited unconsciousness welcomed him.

And in that suffocating darkness, Noah prayed for a miracle, a glimmer of hope to break through the despair that threatened to consume him whole. But in the heart of Andrey's chamber, hope was a fragile whisper drowned out by the cruel laughter of a tormentor who reveled in the suffering of his prey.

Taglist: @ash-reh @anutz1234 @miireux134 @whatwasmyprevioususername @nuriiz134

@parasitebunny @morning-star-whump (let me know if you want to be added or removed <3)

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Hai a request for the ask game of mess with my OCS one no. 64 if you want for Noah :D

LEFT OUT IN THE COLD

FROM THIS ASK GAME

Shackled by Royalty Masterlist

CW: extreme cold exposure, hypothermia, distress, vulnerability, pet whump, dominant whumper, fear of death

The chill of the night air cut through Noah's skin like a blade as Andrey dragged him outside, the bitter cold biting into his flesh with merciless ferocity. Noah's breath formed clouds of mist in the frigid air, his body trembling uncontrollably as he fought against the icy grip of the winter night.

Noah stopped himself from spitting out curses that were burning on the top of his tongue. Andrey had already been in a pretty bad mood today and Noah definitely had no plans of worsening whatever situation Andrey had in mind for him.

Andrey's grip on Noah's arm was like a vice, his fingers digging into Noah's flesh with a cruel intensity as he dragged him further into the darkness. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape as Andrey led Noah deeper into the heart of the chilling night.

Noah's teeth chattered with every step, his body wracked with shivers as he struggled to keep pace with Andrey's relentless stride. The cold seemed to seep into his very bones, a relentless torment that threatened to consume him whole.

As they reached a clearing, Andrey finally released his hold on Noah, the sudden absence of his touch sending a shiver down Noah's spine. He stumbled backwards, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surveyed his surroundings.

What the fuck did this sadist want to do with him today?

Andrey stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke, his voice gloomy and low that cut through the silence like a knife, sending a chill down Noah's spine.

"This is where you'll learn your place, Noah," he spat, his words laced with venomous contempt. "Out here in the cold, where no one will hear your screams."

The prince signed to his guards as they moved closer to Noah, rope in hand. Fucking robots. Bet they can't do shit on their own.

Noah breathed unevenly, unsure if it was because of the undenying cold or the fear radiating inside him.

One of the guards jumped up on Noah wrestling him to get his hands behind his back.

Andrey couldn't help but smile a bit as he saw Noah struggling to escape their grip crying out. Just like a baby bird struggling to fly. Cute.

Noah surprisingly did put up quite a fight with the guards as the Kozlov prince simply watched his pet being tied up to a willow tree.

Noah's heart hammered in his chest as Andrey turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the darkness. Panic clawed at his chest as he realized the gravity of his situation. Alone, exposed, at the mercy of the unforgiving elements.

"W-WAIT! NO! D-DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!"

No response. Not that he was expecting one anyways.

With every passing moment, the cold seemed to sink deeper into Noah's bones, a relentless torment that threatened to break him apart. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying in vain to shield himself from the biting wind.

Alone. Vulnerable. Exposed.

Noah's breaths came out in ragged gasps, each exhale a visible cloud in the icy air. He wanted to hug himself to get some sense of warmth only if his hands weren't tied behind him, forcing him to stand in a painful position with his shoulders stretched uncomfortably.

The cold had already seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core.He glanced around the clearing, the shadows dancing in the moonlight like specters of his worst nightmares. The willow tree loomed over him like a silent sentinel, its branches swaying in the frigid breeze. Noah could feel the icy tendrils of fear creeping up his spine, sending shivers down his already trembling frame.

"P-Please.. G-Get me out of here.." He chittered, his lips turning blue in a fraction of minutes.

The hours stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity as Noah battled against the biting cold. His teeth chattered uncontrollably, his body racked with violent tremors that seemed to shake him to his very core.

He tried to move, to find some semblance of warmth or comfort, but the ropes binding him to the tree held him in place like chains of ice. He was trapped, helpless, at the mercy of the elements.

Desperation clawed at Noah's chest, a primal instinct urging him to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume him. But with each passing moment, the cold seemed to grow more oppressive, suffocating him with its icy embrace.

"ANDREY! A-ANYONE!? I-I'M SORRY!" He felt something in him break when he apologized like he was submitting himself to Andrey. But what else could he do? He would die if he was left out here in only a thin t-shirt and shorts.

Surely, Andrey couldn't let him die right??

There was no response to his shouting, much to his dismay. Noah felt hot tears trickling down his cheeks before he broke down in sobs and cries. He wanted.. no he needed someone to get him out of here.

As the night wore on, Noah's mind began to blur with exhaustion, his thoughts becoming a jumbled mess of fear and despair. He clung to the hope that somehow, someway, he would survive until morning, but with each passing moment, that hope seemed to fade like a distant memory.

Noah's struggles against the cold grew weaker and weaker. His limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains, and his thoughts became sluggish and muddled, lost in the haze of exhaustion and fear.

The relentless chill seeped deeper into his bones, numbing his senses and clouding his mind with a thick fog of confusion. He could no longer feel his fingers or toes, and every breath he took felt like a struggle against an invisible force, as if the very air around him had turned to ice.

Noah's teeth continued to chatter uncontrollably, the sound a constant reminder of his body's desperate fight against the freezing temperatures. But despite his best efforts, the cold seemed to have taken hold of him, wrapping him in its icy embrace with a merciless grip.

He tried to call out for help once again, to scream into the darkness for someone, anyone, to come to his rescue. A small part of him actually wished for Andrey to come and get him inside.Maybe if he would be good, he could even get something hot to soothe his nerves.

But his voice came out as little more than a weak whisper, lost amidst the howling wind and the rustling of leaves.

Noah's eyelids grew heavy, his vision blurring with each passing moment. He felt himself slipping further and further into the cold embrace of unconsciousness, his thoughts fading into darkness like the dying embers of a fire.

And then, finally, mercifully, Noah succumbed to the cold. The cold wrapped around him like a shroud, swallowing him whole in its frozen embrace.

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HIDE AND SEEK

The night crept in with a cloak of chilling silence, broken only by the distant howl of the wind.

Whumper stood amidst the gnarled trees, a figure shrouded in darkness. He moved with calculated grace, each step a predator's silent stalk.

Whumpee cowered in the corner of the neglected cabin, the wood groaning in protest against the weight of its own decay. Fear coiled around Whumpee's heart like a serpent, its icy grip tightening with every ragged breath.

The door creaked open, hinges protesting the intrusion. Whumpee's gaze darted towards the entrance, trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate hope for help.

Whumper's silhouette loomed in the doorway, a specter of nightmares giving form. His presence suffocated the air, tainting it with the stench of fear.

"Come," Whumper's voice slithered into the room, a serpent's hiss laced with promises of pain. "It's time to play." He said in a sing-song voice as if it was nothing but a mere child's play

Whumpee's heart hammered in his chest, a primal rhythm of terror. He knew escape was futile, trapped in the web of Whumper's twisted game. He slapped a hand to his mouth, trying not to make any noise and drown out his pathetic sobs.

Whumpee could hear whumper's steps coming closer to them as he shut his eyes tight wishing that the walls would somehow swallow him whole. It would be much better than what whumper would have in store for him.

He knew he never should have ran. He should have been good. Now he's going to get himself hurt all over again.

Whumper suddenly jumped up behind whumpee grinning at how the other flinched violently, his eyes widening in terror, to afraid to look at the sadist behind him.

Whumper grabbed whumpee's shirt lifting him up in the air. A task much easier than thought.

"Found you"

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The cold concrete floor sent shivers up Whumpee's spine as they lay there, wrists bound and heart pounding. Whumper's footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room, each step drawing closer, like the slow approach of impending doom.

"You thought you could escape," Whumper's voice dripped with malice, sending a chill down Whumpee's spine. "But you forget, I always find my prey."

Whumpee's breath hitched as Whumper crouched down beside them, a twisted grin etched on their face. The glint of a knife caught the faint light, sending a wave of terror through Whumpee's veins.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Whumper whispered, their breath hot against Whumpee's ear.

Fear consumed Whumpee as Whumper's hand tightened around the handle of the knife, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. In that moment, Whumpee knew there was no escape, only the icy grip of despair tightening around them, suffocating any hope of salvation.

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