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sighs dreamily... recaptured whumpees...

how does it happen?

are they dragged, kicking and screaming?

do they wake up back in that all-to-familiar room?

are they caught alone, and all of that sweet, sweet conditioning kicks right back in even though theyve tried soo hard to undo it?

do they sacrifice themselves to protect someone else from the same fate, more willing to suffer again then have someone else go through what they did?

how does whumpee react?

do their scars start to itch?

do they reopen that box of memories they've shoved to the back of their mind, desperately try to remember how to survive?

are they confident about being saved? or do they know that this time, whumper won't let them escape?

how quickly do they fall back into old patterns? do they even have the strength to fight back this time?

how does whumper react?

are they disappointed? angry? pleased?

do they make promises of better (or worse) treatment?

do they carve back open those old wounds, piece by piece? do they reminisce on all the good times?

so many ideas... drop your own plssss (or if you have stories with this posted, drop a link!)

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“I won’t be reduced to your fucking plaything!” Whumper laughed, “Oh, do you not remember the evening I took you, kicking and screaming? Or the day I whipped you until you passed out? Or yesterday, when you begged me not to slice up your precious feet? That made quite the mess.”

Whumper tilted Whumpee’s chin up with a dagger. Whumpee glared up at them, the tears in their eyes betraying their defiant expression. Whumper smiled.

“Don’t you get it, Whumpee? You’ve always been my plaything.”

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Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2025

It was tough to pick from all you guys' amazing suggestions, but we managed to end up with a lovely list of prompts to work with, AND not a single repeat prompt from last year which we found quite important. Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you. Your works can be separate onshots or one continuous fic.

How do I interpret these prompts?

Creativity is the name of the game here! If you don't understand a prompt, feel free to send us an ask about it. However, the important thing is you're free to interpret the prompts however you want. For example, 'heat' could be literal (fever, heatstroke, burn wounds) or figurative (somebody getting heat for something). The dialogue prompts are allowed to be slightly rewritten to fit better for the character whose mouth it's coming out of. As long as you're having fun!

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice. This will count as having covered that day for completionists.

How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?

It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There is an AO3 collection to add your fics to. It will be revealed and linked here closer to the start of the event.

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1

Collapsed lung, Contusion, "Well, that shouldn't have happened."

October 2 

Amputation, Gunshot, "It's not worth your life!"

October 3 

Secondary drowning, Compartment syndrome, "Please don't leave me!”

October 4

Frostbite, Heat, "I can make it all better."

October 5

Torture, Withholding aid, "How do you want me to punish you?"

October 6 

Self-inflicted injury, Rocky recovery, "If I tell you what they made me do, you won't be able to look at me the same."

October 7

Starvation, Foodborne illness, "They put something in my system, I can't think straight."

October 8

Hit and run, Adrenaline, “I can’t stop!”

October 9

Emotional manipulation,  Cassandra truth, “You asked for this.”

October 10 

Blood poisoning, Hypoxia, "What were you thinking?"

October 11

Sleep deprivation, Whiplash, “Be careful, they’re watching us.”

October 12

Dislocation, Dizziness, “Don’t pass out on me.”

October 13 

Ransom, Tranquilizer, "I trusted you!"

October 14 

Self-surgery, Unconsciousness, "Look who's awake."

October 15

Came back wrong, Cannibalism, "You weren't supposed to die first."

October 16

Leashed, Painful shapeshifting, "Hold them down."

October 17

Drug side effects, Desperation, "It's fine, I can walk it off."

October 18

Captivity, Loss of powers, "Do you even know how to use that?"

October 19

Broken bone, blood loss, "When I finish patching you up I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you."

October 20

Irredeemable, Before it starts/After it's over, "I didn't react the way I should have, I'm sorry."

October 21

Stranded, Search and rescue, "You really think they're gonna look for you?"

October 22

Estranged, Changed dynamic, “Who did this to you?!”

October 23

Restraints, Obsession, “Aren’t you feisty?”

October 24

Denial, Working through the pain, “What have you done to yourself?”

October 25

Magical bind, Pinned down, "And what do we have here?"

October 26

Defanging/Declawing, pulled feathers, “This should teach you to behave next time.”

October 27

Sensory overload, Catatonic, "Don't pretend to understand."

October 28

Hospital/Doctor’s visit, Medical power of attorney, "Why can't I remember?"

October 29

Childhood trauma, Guilt, "I didn't mean to."

October 30

Cleaning injuries, Labored breathing, “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

October 31

Body horror, Enucleation, "I am the monster you made me!"

Alt prompts:

1) Mutation

2) Knife/Gun to the throat

3) Nonhuman pet whumpee

4) Chronic condition

5) No-win scenario

6) Blinded

7) Memory trigger

8) Mercy

9) "This isn't how I wanted you to find out."

10) “Get yourself out of here! I’ll be fine.”

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decentralize and clean up your life!!!

use overdrive, libby, hoopla, cloudlibrary, and kanopy instead of amazon and audible.

use firefox or librewolf (open-source fork of firefox) instead of chrome or opera (both are made with chromium, which blocks functionality for ad-blockers. firefox isn't based on chromium).

use mega instead of google drive

get rid of bloatware

use libreoffice instead of microsoft office suite

get free stuff with the help of r/FREEMEDIAHECKYEAH, r/piracy and r/roms

use trakt (for shows and movies), letterboxd (just movies), or TMB instead of IMDB (owned by amazon).

use storygraph instead of goodreads (owned by amazon).

use darkpatterns to find mobile game with no ads or microtransactions

use mediahuman or cobalt to download music, or support your favorite artists directly through bandcamp

make youtube bearable by using mtube, newpipe, or the unhook extension on chrome, firefox, or microsoft edge

use search for a cause, ecosia, or ocean hero to support the environment instead of google

use thriftbooks to buy new or used books (they also have manga, textbooks, home goods, CDs, DVDs, and blurays)

use flashpoint to play archived online flash games

find books, movies, games, etc. on the internet archive! for starters, here's a bunch of David Attenborough documentaries and all of the Animorphs books

burn your music onto cds

use pdf24 (available online or as a desktop app) instead of adobe

use thunderbird, mailfence, countermail, edison mail, or tuta instead of gmail

remove bloatware on windows PC, macOS, and iOS X

remove bloatware on samsung X

use pixelfed instead of instagram or meta

use project gutenberg for free public domain books, and librivox for public domain books and audiobooks

use the seal app (android only) to download video and audio

use ellipsus instead of microsoft word or google docs

use mastodon instead of twitter

use peertube to create a network of small video hosting providers (disclaimer: not a 1:1 alternative to youtube)

use threema and signal for encrypted communication, on mobile and desktop

use qwant and startpage for secure internet browsers

use syncthing to securely transfer files between devices

learn how to jailbreak your kindle/ereader if you have one (wiki and video walkthrough)

use riseup’s email and VPN for secure communication (aimed towards activists)

use cryptpad and collabora instead of the microsoft office suite

use google takeout to export the data on your google account

use library extension to look for books on online stores and find them at your library

remove paywalls with removepaywalls

install the open-source adblocker ublock origin

install sponsorblock to skip sponsored segments on youtube videos

use bookfinder to look for the cheapest available listings of books, including textbooks

learn a language through mango (duolingo laid off some of its employees and now relies on AI translations) for free with a library card or through your school

edit photos with photopea

edit pdfs with foxit and sumatrapdf

download music with doubledouble

take notes offline and collaborate securely with obsidian

for android tv, use smarttube and cloudstream (ad-free, open-source)

change your OS to linux

changelog:

removed ground news (uses AI to summarize articles)

removed unroll.me (sells your data)

removed proton mail and drive (AI assistant feature, claims of CEO Andy Yen supporting Trump, please DM if you have proof I can add here)

removed NCH suite (only has very basic free features, puts watermark on anything saved)

notes:

this post blew up while I wasn’t looking (the end of my semester was hellish, and i recently came back from a 3-week family vacation). thanks so much for all the suggestions! <3

i included Ecosia because of their financial transparency. It’s physically impossible that they plant a tree for every search, but their profits still go towards projects including reforestation and solar energy. i view their actions as a net-positive

feel free to add more alternatives, resources or advice in the reblogs or replies, and i'll add them to the main post <3

last updated: june 14th 2025

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whumpers who are so sadistic or cruel that they can start punishing people and then halfway through forget that it's a punishment but keep going just for the love of the game

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Recovery (lights on version under the cut)

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WHUMPTOBER 2025: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2025 — The Eighth Year!

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation CHALLENGE (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are four prompts for each day of the month, giving 124 for you to play with! There is also a list of 18 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

All prompts are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

You can produce work in any media you choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). You can participate as much or as little as you want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

Information on how to TAG is here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

This year’s playlist can be found here.

The ‘Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt’ post can be found here.

And our 'Resources for Writing Sensitive Topics’ post is here.

We’re very excited to see the community come together for yet another year of Whumptober! Go ham with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the best of luck, but most importantly: HAVE FUN!

Happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

Text versions of the prompts, including a google doc format, are posted below the cut!

A Google Doc of the prompts can be found here for easy copy-and-pasting!

Whumptober 2025 Prompt List

No. 1: “Please don’t cry” Lamb to Slaughter | Ceremony | Beg for Forgiveness

No. 2:  “You’ve got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears.” Prophecy | Sewer | Taking Accountability

No. 3: “I look in people’s windows, transfixed by rose golden glows.” Isolation | Candlelight | Found Family

No. 4: “Don’t be scared, I’ve done this before.” Non-Human Whumper | Iron Rod | Loss of Powers

No. 5: “My panic’s at the ceiling, but I’m face down on the carpet.” Quivering | Dream Journal | Phobia

No. 6: “No grave can hold my body down.” Caught in a Net | Medical Restraints | Pinned to the Wall

No. 7: “Tell me that you’re okay, and I’m fine.” Trapped with the Enemy | Elevator | Pushed Beyond Breaking Point

No. 8: “Oh horror, oh horror, what did you see?” Self-Inflicted Injury | Held at Gunpoint | Dissociation

No. 9: “We’ll make it alright to come undone.” Touch | Flashbacks | Scalding

No. 10: “There’s nothing you can ever say, nothing you can ever do.” Without Consent | Secrets | Lips Sewn Shut

No. 11: “Can you get through all the pain inside you?” Hidden Injury | Laceration | Forced Reveal

No. 12: “It’ll be for nothing.” Cardiac Arrest | Sacred Place | Withholding Medical Treatment

No. 13: “How dull is it to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished.” Never Enough | Insignia | Forced Retirement

No. 14: “In the end, it’s worthwhile.” Ignoring an Illness | Body Bag | Wounded Caretaker

No. 15: “You can take a break, if you just tell me that it hurts.” Failed Rescue Attempt | Body Part in the Mail | Live-Streamed Torture

No. 16: “I’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet.” Repressed Trauma | Permanent Marker | Disorientation

No. 17: “Tell me there’s a hope for me.” Internal Bleeding | Coma | Redemption

No. 18: “As the world caves in.” Dystopia | Ruins | Environmental Whump

No. 19: “You’re on your own, lost in the wild.” Dehumanisation | Living Weapon | On Patrol

No. 20: "That's New." Symptomatic | Fancy Event | Resignation

No. 21: “Sold my soul, broke my bones.” Kneeling | Makeshift Splint | Brainwashed

No. 22: “All the battles I want to win, nothing matters but giving in.” Self-Sacrifice | Collar | Hunted for Sport

No. 23: “How’d I get to this place?” Intubation | ICU | Choking

No. 24: “I must confess that I feel like a monster.” Came Back Wrong | Painful Transformation | Amnesia

No. 25: “Have you earned your stripes?” Lost Faith | Collision Course | Left to Die

No. 26: “Nothing like a relapse to rehash the kid who was scared.” Relapse | Drawn Curtains | Power Cut

No. 27: “Would you even want me, looking like a zombie?” Surgical Scars | X-Ray | Bedside Vigil

No. 28: “I could always see straight through you.” Backstabbing | Constellation | Creative Restraints

No. 29: “I hope you see the sun someday in the darkness.” Fainting | Broken Dishes | Last one Standing

No. 30:  “I’m putting my trust in an entire half-empty glass.” Burn it Down | Mirror | Confrontation

No. 31: “Even with the smallest cuts. You can still lose so much blood.” Bleeding Out | Gunshot Wound | Rescued by the Enemy

Alternatives List:

"A smile so bright, he’s the devil in disguise.”

“I hear you’re alive, how disappointing.”

“If all my days are numbered, why do I keep counting?” 

Concussion

Viral

Suicide

Immortality

Jealousy

Organ Theft

Ziptie

Deal with the Devil

Yearning

Innocent Bystander

Unreality

Soulless

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Whumper turning to look at Whumpee in malevolent delight as they say, “Are you crying?”

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Sometimes it's not even about AUs sometimes it's just wanting to put your fav characters in extremely specific scenarios

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🥰 Whumpee who lets themselves be restrained 🥰

When they obediently cross their arms behind their back, and don't fight back as Whumper ties them together, even as a lone tear slips down their cheek. When they outstretch their wrists for Whumper to lock the cuffs around. Slacking their jaw and opening their mouth for the gag, or closing their eyes as the blindfold slips around their eyes...

...Yeah 🫶

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submitted by @asterain

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don’t push yourself to your breaking point wednesday

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left in the dark

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Argument Between Lovers

From this chapter

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I’d choose

Green - goodbye imposter syndrome!

Blue - finally finish my WIPs

That one lighter green - desire to actually write when I sit down, yes please!

So a lot of the same answers as @twigsofmanyfaces and for many of the same reasons. Idc about ‘marketable ideas’ or coherent first drafts, and if I forget my worldbuilding I can consult my notes.

Tagging: @whumped-by-glitter @generic-whumperz @seastarblue @whumpsoda @melpomenelamusa @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees and anyone else who wants to answer

Saw this on Twitter. What 3 potions would you drink?

I would take brown, white, and yellow!

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An old story I’ve been thinking about and decided to rewrite…

cw: institutionalized slavery, whumpee with amnesia, pet whump, abused whumpee, shock collar, depressed whumpee

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Pet stole a scratch at the reddened flesh around his ragged, tattered collar.

Unlike the rest - the little bell above the door licking their ears with excitement and hope of the visitor being interested in a purchase - Pet shrugged off the ingrained call of hope. That instance no longer lingered in him, flame flickered out time and time again as owners refurbished, retrained, or returned.

The shuffles of pets lining the maze of cramped, soiled cages washed the room, each getting into perfect position with their best puppy dog faces, the idea of even being given a mere glance filling their chests with blossoming warmth. Pet stole a glimpse of their kneels and their hanging heads.

The price of giving up on being bought, on trying, would be paid. He would undoubtedly receive some sort of punishment later on - once the buyer had left empty handed like they always did - for his willing disobedience. Maybe, in his twisted and naughty mind, that meant he could feel something other than a sickly nothingness.

Pet stayed in his position, one he rarely left, curled into a ball and sucking in any warmth he could gain from that his body had to offer to the always starkly chill concrete. His dingy cage held nothing but himself and his metal food bowl, one that would probably remain empty for the foreseeable future.

Breathing a hearty release of melted misery, he allowed his eyelids to cradle him back to darkness.

Not to sleep though, not as the front desk man’s words became clearer and clearer as he guided the owner into the last remaining hallway.

“-are all eager to please and be moulded as you see fit, of course.”

Two sets of feet shuffled into hearing distance, that of the pound employee and the buyer.

Pet was still eager to please - he thought so at least. That was so deeply beat into his unconscious, rightfully so, that he couldn’t imagine a day where he wouldn’t be. Even when being purposely bad, Pet couldn’t help the screams of his mind berating him for being so stupid. He couldn’t help the ache of his heart or the tremble of his lip at the thought of disobeying, even as he did it. He never had so much as a want to be bad, just a knowing discipline was all he deserved. Biting his lip hard, Pet shuffled his face between his arms and knees.

“This group is on the much cheaper side, most with irreparable damages. Some have had several owners and aren’t high on our list of demand.”

It was almost as if he had just stabbed Pet right through the chest. As if the employee was talking about him specifically.

A sob clawed at his curling throat as the steps got closer and closer, causing the idiot animal he was to quiver in both fear and anguish. He was so fucking stupid. Thinking he couldn’t hold hope any longer was just a dream, and as they grew near he couldn’t help but wish, if only for a second, that they would give Pet just one last chance. Pet held his breath, hoping to either hold back his insolent whimpers or to even just suffocate himself to death.

“Hello.”

A shiver roll down his back, freezing him rigid in place.

“No name?”

“Most of them don’t have one. They’re just numbers in the system, anyway.”

Were they-

“Can I see your face, please?”

Pet swallowed, gasping for stale air to fill his lungs. Head splitting in two, a spinning sense of sickness infected his brain in seconds.

Were they asking him?

Pet craned his neck, slow and steady, eyes guarded by overgrown, unkempt hair with an arm shielding the lower half of his face.

They couldn’t have been talking to him. He was just another braindead dog, a naughty one as well. Nothing special in the slightest.

But as his dark, dead gaze landed on those filled with life, fenced by rotting wire and accessorized by long, fluttering lashes, with a shallow gasp he ducked swiftly back beneath his knees.

The employee chuckled, weak and irritated. “Please, don’t pay him much mind. That one’s…,” he trailed off, sheepishly, “an odd duck, to say the least.”

The woman, probably blinking coarsely behind her fake eyelashes, asked curiously, “How so?”

He sighed deeply. “His records say he’s had about three different owners. Each one sent him through some different training, and he’s been through more than one refurbishment.” The employee knocked at his cage, shaking the fencing and sending the pet flinching.

“Oh.”

“I’d say they knocked a couple marbles out of place when they did it. He’s got a pretty shit memory. Easily confused, too.” He clicked his pen a few times, tapping it against the clipboard Pet had never seen him without. “He’s a guard dog, even, and those aren’t nearly as popular once they’ve been through an owner or two.”

Laughing a little bit, awkwardly, her fingers curled over the gaps in the fence. “I take it he, uh, doesn’t like to listen?”

Whining, grating and dumb, Pet allowed the noise to grip his throat and tumble out. Quickly and without thought he scrambled to his knees, especially clumsy as he knocked his forehead with accidentally extra force to the floor below him. Pain flashed across his head, and he whimpered involuntarily. He hoped maybe he could still please her, to display that he wasn’t all bad. He could still listen, even if he couldn’t exactly remember what she’d even originally asked of him. He didn’t mean to be all bad.

The buyer audibly jumped back as he did so, and in return he flinched with force - as if she could wack him through the door. She gasped before asking, “Are you okay?”

Pet heaved a ragged breath, snapping his lips tightly shut. Disregarding the quick puzzlement that was to come as she asked him the strange question he’d never been asked because why would anyone care if he was okay, neither was it a direct order to speak.

With a careless kick to the cage, the employee dutifully chastised him. “Answer her.”

How in the world would he answer such a question? “A- a- anything you, you want. Master.” Pet squeaked out, voice dry and cracking from infrequent use.

Listening intently for the inevitable point in which she would finally realize he was a lost cause, a mutt incapable of being fixed, he only heard a swallow of saliva between the seconds of her pause.

“Please, can I see your face?” She ordered once again, just as oddly kind and honeyed as the first time. Mind swimming with such sweet tones he had rarely ever had the privilege of hearing, Pet somehow managed to do as told.

Keeping his vision plastered to the cracks of concrete, pupils hidden by his lashes, he picked his face up from the ground to meet hers. A mere moment of excitement and wonder was all it took for him to forget the most basic of rules, stupidly stealing a look at her eyes, brown and beautiful and wet.

Gaze brimming with tears, she blinked them away rapidly, a smile glistening with slightly tinted teeth gracing her cheeks. With words as level and even as he’d ever heard, she spoke. “I think, um, I’ll take him.”

…

Was it all a trick?

Surely they wouldn’t have unlocked his cage, clipping him to a leash for the first time in forever, taking the woman aside to fill paperwork and leaving him to be prepped for purchase if it really was all just to break his spirit further.

Buzzing with a stomach burning mixture of both anxiousness and anticipation, he knelt below the worker as they checked off what he thought to be a list of duties to be done before he could be officially bought. The first of those had been a shower, where Pet knelt in the corner of the room beside a drain and obediently waited for the employee to wash him with a col spraying hose.

After being sufficiently dried, Pet was to change into something other than worn, tattered shorts all of the pets wore in the pound.

“Strip.” She told him, and he did so without a second thought.

Supplying him with an almost to tight tee and patterned pajama pants, he took them carefully and with awe, gently rubbing his fingers to the tender feel of cotton to his skin. They weren’t new, taken from the bins of dropped off second hand clothes the pets never got to wear until they left, but there wasn’t a chance on Earth he wouldn’t be eternally grateful for the gift. He was simply surprised the smallest of touches from his fingers didn’t leave the fabric visibly dirtied.

She’d even given him a new collar, this one metal pronged and dark grey with even a pretty pink bow taped to it. Pet wouldn’t have refused it if he could, joyous to have been given a collar other than the one that kept his skin crackling and coarse.

Chained to the middle of the room by his new leash, he knelt silent yet ecstatic. Vision swinging from corner to corner around him, Pet studied every inch of the completely white room.

In her white uniform the employee hunched over a white desk, gritting her teeth as she filled out what felt like an hours worth of paperwork. He inspected her too, her golden curls that washed down her spine and her starkly black baton clipped to her belt.

There was one window in the room that gave him a glance into the one beside them, the one that his new owner had been taken to to officially buy him. Chewing on his lip absentmindedly, he thought it might be nice if she could check and see how good he was being made up for her, how excited he was to be given another chance to prove himself and to serve her every whim-

Screeching with shock and affliction, his throat rang out as the collar lit up without warning, flashing him in a bundle of sparks.

“Head down.” The worker chastised, crisp and clean without care. Coughing, Pet nodded profusely, snapping himself back to tile.

Pet, sipping in a thick heave of air, released it right back to steady himself.

This time he only listened as she got up from her desk, sifting the papers together into a folder before reaching for his leash. “Be good. You come back one more time and you’re on schedule for euthanasia.” As if it meant nothing, she simply motioned for him to follow as she opened the door with a simple click.

Euthanasia.

As dumb as he was, Pet knew exactly what that meant. One more return and he was dead.

Without much time to dwell on his possible fate of death, crawling behind the worker he found his owner’s flats coming into view. To his dismay, his heart was skipping with what he found to be undeniable fear.

“If anything goes awry don’t feel any resistance to drop him right back off. It happens a good deal with these ones, and there’s no reason to be ashamed if you can’t handle him.”

Holding his breath, he only stopped once his master replied, ruffling his hair. “I don’t think that will be necessary.” Maybe he was safe.

The front desk man shrugged, chuckling. “Alright, you do you.”

Without a sound Pet trailed as fast as he could crawling behind his master, practically light headed as the ring of the front door bell was cut off by the door slinking shut behind him.

While the prospect of being bought once more filled him to the brim with unimaginable bliss, his stomach stirred with the bile of horror. How in the world was he to live up to this new owner’s expectations? What if he was so braindead he couldn’t be trained anymore? What if her only goal was to buy a pet solely to be a punching bag? So many different scenarios closed in on him, coursing through his bones and rattling them to his core.

Pet winced as he bumped right into Master’s leg, so caught in his own head he failed to notice her stop behind a car. Plopping to his knees, he rushed to apologize. “I, I, I, I’m sorry-,”

“Oh God.” She spit, a lump catching sourly in his chest. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

Hanging his head, Pet’s lip quivered as he went to speak, to beg, before slipping them shut. He hadn’t been given any guidance to what would please her more, pleading or silence. He was stuck. He’d already upset her, and they were just out the door. Maybe she would return him right then and there, already deciding he wasn’t fit for service, only death.

He’d already decided what would happen before she’d made a move, and was no less than dumbfounded as arms wrapped over his shoulders. Not with intentions of malice he realized as she ducked her face into the nape of his neck, beads of tears soaking into his flesh.

“I love you, I love you I love you-,” she whimpered, soft and small and scary. “I never thought I’d find you.”

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cw: aftermath of noncon/torture, nudity, fear of noncon

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You hold your hands out. “It's okay, I'm here to help.”

You have to repeat it a few times, hanging a few feet back and watching as Kiv at least stops struggling, stops squeezing himself too tight, though his eyes never leave your face.

“Okay…” You sigh. “Okay, I'm just… I'm trying to get you cleaned up. That's all. Can you, uh, get on the bed for me?”

His eyes find a spot on the ground, blinking a few tears free. Does he know what you're saying, or is he too out of it?

“Kiv?” you say, and his gaze flies back upwards, heels digging into the ground to push him further against the wall, face lighting up with pain and one hand flying up to cover his mouth as the pressure hits the wounds on his back.

“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay…” You crouch down, hands still raised, though you're unsure what you should do next. How did you become tangled in such a complicated situation? You never imagined you'd wind up in a scenario like this. Yet as much as trying to care for a scared and wounded person scares you, you still can't find it in you to be upset that Kiv is the host you chose. He might've died hanging like that, and you can't begin to imagine how terrible it would be if another cruel customer chose him.

“Climb up on the bed, okay? It'll be more comfy. I'll help you.”

Kiv's head dips, his shoulders giving a shudder. He ignores your outstretched hand, instead trying to use the wall to stand up. You force yourself to stay back, no matter how painful it is to watch him struggle. Your touch scared him before, and more than just that, you're pretty sure he could still do some damage lashing out at you, even in the state he's in.

His whole body shakes as he manages to get his legs under him, and though his hair blocks your view of his face, you can hear every little yelp and whimper. Judging by the bruising and the way he can't fully move his arms, you think both shoulders are at least strained, if not fully torn. His pelvic area also seems uneven as he manages to take a single step and collapse onto the mattress. Is something there broken too? Or is it just pain from… from the people before you?

Not like you can do anything about either of those. He needs a doctor, or at least a healing pod. You sincerely hope Midnight has at least one.

Kiv shivers as you approach him. You can't tell if it's from cold or if it's just the sheer amount of pain he must be in. His head is arced back, teeth bared in a wince, tears pouring down his cheeks from behind closed eyelids. His chest spasms with a panicked breath as you speak.

“Good… you're doing good. I'm gonna… I wanna clean up that… your—your legs, okay? That—that area. Is that okay? Just… could you roll over?”

Kiv grits his teeth, eyes remaining closed as he pushes himself onto his stomach, letting out a whimper as all of his wounds shift and stretch with the movement.

“Sorry,” you say, grabbing your washcloth and running back to the sink to douse it in hot water. “Okay, I'm… I'm gonna start now.”

Kiv tenses as you push his legs further apart, skin trembling under your touch as you scrub away the residue that clings to his upper thighs. He stays perfectly still as you move to rinse the rag out, but gives a jerk when you move the cloth further between his legs.

“Please—” the word is barely a hoarse squeak. “Please don't, please don't—”

You quickly pull your hand back, feeling your face redden. It was bad enough when he was unconscious. Now that he's awake and terrified, it's going to be impossible.

You drop to your knees, moving towards his head. “Kiv..?”

“I can't,” he sobs, the words barely audible. “Please, I can't… I'll die.”

An icy feeling drops into your stomach. Did he think— oh no. No, no, no…

“I don't— I'm not, I won't—” You stumble over yourself, wringing the cloth in your hands. “Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean… I don't want that.”

Kiv's eyes stay closed, his shoulders still shaking with sobs. You can insist you're here to help all day, but that doesn't mean he'll believe you, poor thing.

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