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glimmering-whump · 19 days ago

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Chapter 3 cont'd

"A Game, Pt. 2"

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tw: captive whumpees, referring to an adult as "boy" and "kid," restraints, torture, electric shock, blood, psychological manipulation, a suggestion of intimate whump

Sorry I've been gone, but here's a longer update to make up for it. Bon appetit, and thanks for waiting so patiently. I appreciate you all 🖤

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The tone sounded again, and Zach was shocked out of his dazed state. "AaaaaAAH!"

He moaned through grit teeth, biting down into the gag and writhing against the pole he was bound to. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and his diaphragm jumped in anticipation of the next shock.

It felt like hours since Otis and Diego had wrestled him into place, zip tying his wrists behind the pole and snapping the shock collar firmly around his throat. His face burned at the memory, thinking of how easy it had been for them to overpower him. He hadn't slept- well, at least not naturally- in how long now? Zach didn't really think a drugged unconsciousness gave his body what it needed to recoup. He hadn't eaten or had anything to drink since they'd been taken either.

He felt weak, carved out. Either one of his captors would have made for a challenging fight, but with the two of them together and Zach's worn down state, it was impossible for him to resist them. It had only taken a minute for the two men to manhandle Zach up against the pole, dragging him down to the floor and wrenching his arms behind his back.

Zach watched from across the room as Diego toed Levi's head with his boot, flicking it roughly to the other side. He could see his friend's face now, and he noticed the stream of blood running down from Levi's temple and across the bridge of his nose. Zach felt nauseous, the heavy blow to Levi's head replaying in his mind. He'd never even seen somebody get hit that hard in real life.

Wake up. Please, please wake up, Zach prayed. His stomach churned looking at Levi's bloody face, but as much as it hurt to see him here, knowing what was about to happen, at least he wouldn't have to go through another one of these sessions alone. Not like the first awful night.

Levi and Zach hadn't even had a chance to speak to one another, and Zach only vaguely remembered lying with him on the floor of their cell. Whatever drugs Otis pumped him full of kept his mind swimming, drifting in and out of consciousness so that he couldn't feel his own limbs. Everything he'd seen of this place so far was tinged with the drugged haze that clouded his memory.

Again, that sickening electronic tone played and Zach's collar buzzed to life. He screamed, tears falling down his cheeks as he kicked out, his bare feet scrabbling on the rough concrete. Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck- The pain of the shock sent his whole body seizing every time.

Diego crossed the room while Zach writhed, gesturing dramatically for the camera, but Zach couldn't hear what he was saying. His ears were still ringing from that awful tone, trembling with the aftermath of the shock.

Diego came to a crouch in front of him, crooking his head to the side as if he were noticing Zach's unfortunate situation for the first time.

Zach shut his eyes, taking heavy breaths through his nose. He refused to look into Diego's dark eyes, knowing how thoroughly the man enjoying this. Zach had quickly learned on the first night just how much Diego loved his torment.

"Do you want that to stop?" Diego asked, simply.

His voice was quiet. Zach looked up, surprised at his captor's suddenly serious tone. The dramatic voice and the animated expressions were gone, leaving an intense stare in their place.

Zach didn't reply, not trusting the offer. The tone sounded again and he shrieked with the ensuing shock, caught off guard by the distraction.

Diego chuckled darkly. "Do you want it to stop?" he repeated.

Zach hesitated for a moment, trying to think. He knew this wasn't going to end well, there was no question of that. Really, the question was if anything could be worse than what was already happening, and Zach knew that he couldn't keep this up much longer. People died from electrocution. He didn't know how that worked, but he wasn't even sure how his body could handle as much as he'd taken. He'd thought his heart would stop an hour ago.

Zach felt like he was consenting to something awful by asking for a reprieve, but he was just so tired. Sure he was angry, but he'd been angry for hours, and the pain was draining his energy away. He felt his resolve crack, and he let his head tip back against the pole in exhaustion, closing his eyes in defeat. It came with a flood of shame, but nonetheless, Zach knew he was about to give up.

When he finally nodded, Diego smiled, and Zach's stomach dropped. He clenched his eyes shut, already knowing he'd made a mistake.

"Smart boy."

Diego pulled something out of his back pocket and Zach flinched, trying to see what it was. Diego held up a long strip of black fabric, dangling it tauntingly in front of the boy's face, and Zach groaned into the gag.

The boy ducked his head as Diego leaned forward, trying to dodge the man's attempts to tie the blindfold over his eyes. Diego just paused, laughing, and counted down.

"Three, two-"

Zach shouted as he was shocked again and Diego took the opportunity to ambush him with the blindfold, wrapping it around the boy's head as he shook with pain. Diego kept laughing.

"It was your decision, kid. Now you gotta play by the rules." There was a shuffle, and Zach could tell Diego had turned his attention back to the camera.

"I know I said I would explain first, but let's get started instead. I think it would be more fun for you to see what happens. Otis! You're back."

Zach turned his head toward the door- not that he could see the man- and heavy footsteps stalked into the room. Zach heard Otis grunt shortly, not bothering to give Diego a response, and he imaged the stocky man fuming in the doorway, wads of tissue stuffed in his big nose. It almost made Zach smile. Who knew that Levi's hard head was good for something after all?

Shame twinged in his gut. At least one of us has the strength to fight.

His dark thoughts were cut off by another hard shock, and he protested through the gag, angrily shouting at Diego. Wasn't the blindfold the cost to make it stop?

Diego laughed, and Zach could hear Otis chuckle at his muffled protests.

"I guess we can't start until we get that gag off."

There was shuffling from the other side of the room, and the sound of something heavy being dragged. Zach was distracted by Diego coming to pull the knotted rag off his face, the man's fingers lingering on his cheek just a moment too long. Ice filled Zach's veins at the touch, and he kicked out violently.

Diego hooked the gag out of Zach's mouth and pulled the damp cloth away, sneering as the boy struggled. The second the rag was out of his mouth, Zach spat in the direction of Diego's eyes, growling.

A vicious slap landed across his face and Zach yelled as he bit his tongue. He hissed, tasting blood, and started to swear, cut off by another blow. Diego kept it up, slapping him again and again with an open hand, so that Zach couldn't catch a breath.

"Stop!" he shouted. Diego did not, hitting him with a particularly hard blow that sent pain radiating up his cheek bone. Zach cried out, writhing, the zip tie biting fiercely into his wrists as he struggled to duck his head away from the assault.

Finally, Diego paused, bringing his hand down to press threateningly against Zach's throat. Diego snickered as Zach sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for his air to be cut off.

"There you go," Diego crooned. Zach's blood boiled at the praise, flinching as the man stroked his cheek. His skin stung, raw from the barrage. "Go back to playing smart now, will you?"

The man drew back, playfully patting Zach's cheek.

"Alright!" Diego announced, his showman's voice coming back. "Listen up. You've got one second after that sound plays before the shock hits. If you don't want that to happen, say the word, and I'll switch it away from you."

Zach huffed, turning his head away. His ears were ringing and his skin burned from getting slapped around. He licked at the corner of his lip, gently probing with his tongue to feel a little split right against the corner.

"Oh, and another thing. The voltage is twice as high now that the game's begun."

Zach's head snapped up, and he heard both men's satisfied chuckles. He groaned inwardly; he did not want to play this game. The camera wouldn't be rolling if there wasn't some sort of catch or condition. Zach wasn't dumb enough to miss that, especially with Diego's excited state. But with the volts twice as high, he didn't have a choice not to play. There was no way his body could take much more than it already had.

Diego waited, and Zach nodded, sensing that the man was expecting a response. He let his head fall back as his stomach churned with dread.

The tone played and Zach's heart lurched, adrenaline pumping through his body as he expected pain to follow. "Stop!" he cried out, his body tensing up even though he was yet to be shocked.

There was a strange noise on the other side of the room, almost a gargle. Zach waited, and... no shock. He shifted uneasily as he waited for something to go wrong.

"Oh look- he's got the hang of it," Otis mocked.

Diego laughed. "That's all it takes, Zach. You just say the word and no more pain. Ready to do it again?"

Something was wrong. Zach could sense tension in the room, alarm bells trying to warn him of something, but he didn't know what. He neglected to give Diego a reply, and the buzzer sounded again anyways.

"Stop. No more!" Zach said, managing a little more composure this time.

Again, no shock, but this time, a strangled cry erupted from across the room. Zach's stomach dropped through the floor and he groaned. No- he thought. Pieces clicked into place, and he suddenly felt nauseous at what he'd just done. No, fuck no that's too cruel. They can't make us play this game. Levi...

Otis's booming laughter rang through out through their little dungeon. "Now he's up!" There was a solid thud and a muffled oomph. Zach called up a pretty clear mental image of Otis kicking Levi in the ribs.

Zach grit his teeth, trying to strengthen his resolve. So much for a reprieve. As much as he was desperate for the pain to leave, with how much he'd already endured, he couldn't do that. Not to Levi, not to his best friend. He thought of the clips he'd seen online, morbid videos of dumb kids messing around with power lines and paying the ultimate price. Was he about to join them? With the cameras rolling, would footage of his death turn into a cruel joke?

Twice the voltage...

Zach made up his mind. "Leave him alone, you fucking-"

The buzzer sounded once more and Zach cut himself off, sucking in a breath. The crucial second passed and he found himself screaming, electricity ripping through this body as he threw back his head. There was no way it was only twice as strong. His brain must be melting, neurons shorting out as they lit up with the pain. His hands curled into claws as the fire coursed through him and his tears started to fall again, salt mingling with the taste of blood on his tongue.

Zach raked in a deep breath when the shock finally disippated. That has lasted, what, maybe three seconds? It'd been the longest singular experience of his life. Zach trembled, a delayed shout of anger leaving his lips, his body starting to droop and uncurl.

Otis let out a low whistle. Diego chimed in, clearly directing his comment to the audience. "That was... gorgeous. And loyal to a fault." He paused, probably smiling wickedly. "Let's hope he does it again."

The cycle repeated for three, four, then five more shocks. Zach's throat was starting to go raw from how he screamed each time, the agony from pulling at his wrists mixing with all the other pain.

Zach started babbling, his face burning with shame as he heard himself. "No! No no no, please stop, please no more-" The buzzer sounded as he begged, too late to stop his own protests.

"No?" Diego asked, "Alright then."

"Wait!" Zach shouted. "I didn't mean-"

Levi's agonized scream ripped through the room. His body must be laying on the floor because Zach could hear him convulsing, his bound limbs thumping on the ground as he seized.

"No!" Zach wailed. "Stop it! That's enough! You know that's not what I meant, you piece of shit!!"

Zach screamed as another shock slammed into his body, no sound to warn him this time. He flinched as Diego's breath brushed against his ear, the man coming out of nowhere.

"That is enough of the disrespect," he hissed, gripping Zach's jaw. "If there's anything you should be learning from this little exercise, it is to hold your tongue."

The last words were practically spit into Zach's ear. Zach grit his teeth and tried to turn away from Diego, his head snapping to the side when the man finally released his aching jaw.

The buzzer sounded again, and the cycle of torture continued.

Levi shouted and writhed from the floor as Zach took wave after wave. After Zach had been blindfolded, Otis bound Levi while he was unconscious and fit him with his own collar. He protested fiercely every time Zach stayed silent at the tone, and Otis kicked him several more times to punish the disruption.

Meanwhile, Zach was falling apart. Each shock left a ringing in his ears. He felt like he was slipping out of his body, slowly, losing track of which limbs were where. He thought he was tipping forward, falling through the floor and he struggled to pull himself upright.

More shocks came and his cries started to slip into weak wails, clearly deteriorating. Levi got louder, angrier, as Zach started to go limp, his head drooping down to his chest.

Otis had apparently had enough of Levi and started to beat him outright. He hooked his fingers under Levi's collar and dragged him up, shoving him against the wall and pinning him there before he could collapse to the floor.

Levi raged in Otis's grip as the big man drove his fist into Levi's gut. He tried to double over, but Otis pulled him up again, slamming a hand into Levi's throat. Levi choked violently, and Otis let him drop, Levi coughing and wheezing as his bound body fell to the floor.

Otis crouched over him the second he was down, planting a boot into his stomach. He grabbed a fistful of Levi's hair and lifted his head just to slam it back down to the floor. Levi yelped, trying to curl in on himself. Otis twisted around to kneel over his stomach and pinned him down, reaching to choke him with both hands.

If Zach was even aware of what was happening anymore, he didn't show it. His head lolled forward with a finality, and Diego reached over to flip a switch next to the camera, killing the current connected to his collar. Anyone watching the stream would be paying more attention to Levi now anyways.

Zach didn't stir after the collar turned off, and Diego smiled, a pleasant heat settling in his stomach as he gazed at Zach's limp body.

The tall man flipped his wrist over to check his watch. They were already overtime, and Christopher wouldn't be happy about viewers getting any kind of free show. He tried to signal Otis to rap it up but abandoned the effort, laughing when the big man didn't notice. He was clearly enjoying his revenge for the night's earlier mishap, and Levi was making some pretty noises, so Diego didn't mind.

He turned away from the scene on the floor, winking at the camera and starting his outro.

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Christopher leaned back in his office chair, chewing his knuckle thoughtfully. He had to admit, sometimes Diego had good ideas, and it really was quite the game to pit the friends against each other, knowing they were each other's only support.

Of course, Zach's reaction wasn't surprising to him. He already knew his boy had a heart of gold.

Christopher mulled over the beginning of an idea as he listened to Diego wrap up the stream. A duo had huge profit potential, but how hard would it be to try and keep them together? Security would be tough, and Christopher would be handling it alone once he moved them out of the bunker. That would be rough. Would the profit from the streams actually surpass the value of finding another buyer and give him the funds he needed to make necessary adjustments?

He was hesitant, and there were still numbers to be run, but there was an inkling this could work. Maybe, just maybe, he could turn this nightmare to work in his favor...

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Been way too long since my last entry. I'm in another one of those darn accelerated classes, so it's fifteen weeks of work smashed into three weeks. Updates will be slower as I'm getting through the summer term, but I will keep working on the series when I can 🫡

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glimmering-whump · 20 days ago

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Bloody Kiss

One of my favorite noncon kissing tropes. It's a classic, but it still gives me ✨whumperflies✨

Whumper slaps whumpee hard across the cheek, thoroughly enjoying the way he yelps and cringes at the blow. They take whumpee's face in their hands, tilting his head to the side so they can admire the split in his pretty lip.

Whumper practically purrs as they watch crimson dribble down their pets's chin. The boy cries as whumper leans in close and scoops up the droplet of blood with the tip of their tongue. They retrace the droplet's path upward, back to its source. Whumpee jerks his head back, fighting whumper's grip as they run their tongue slowly back and forth along his bottom lip. He mewls as they painfully push their tongue into the split flesh.

Whumpee whimpers as whumper pulls his lip into their mouth, nibbling and worrying the wound between their teeth. The hands on whumpee's face slide back into his unkempt hair- fingers tangling into curls, nails scraping his scalp.

Whumpee sobs but doesn't try to fight as whumper's tongue snakes into his mouth. The metallic taste of his own blood makes him nauseous, but he knows it's driving whumper feral. As much as he aches to trash and punch and wail, there is no point in fighting. He's been through enough to know that whumper will take what they want, and resisting would likely just mean more of whumpee's blood spilled.

He cries quietly at the violation, hating whumper's hot breath and the way their chests are sticking together with sweat. He kisses back nonetheless. Survival instinct and muscle memory kick in and he feels himself start to detach. All he can do is watch the two kneeling figures on the floor, the blood smeared around their lips the only indicator something might be wrong. His mind crouches in the dark corner behind his eyes, waiting to see what else whumper will take tonight.

Happy whumping 🖤🌹

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glimmering-whump · 20 days ago

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Kissing in Whump

I am ✨obsessed✨ with noncon kissing. You don't understand how bad that sets my stomach flipping with whumperflies.

Whumper twisting whumpee's hair and pulling to tilt their head back, slipping their tongue between lips that part with a little gasp of pain

Whumpee who knows it's coming and clamps their lips shut, only to have whumper choke them with one hand and pinch their nose with the other, waiting for them to pass out or open their lips

Whumpee who participates despite being nauseated, kissing whumper in exchange for a vital need like water or antibiotics

Whumpee gagged with a rag or a bit, lips and teeth perfectly parted, practically inviting whumper in

Whumpee with a broken mind, kissing whumper in a flashback, thinking their abuser is their lover from before captivity

Whumpee kissing whumper in front of other whumpers, hoping to please the crowd and be spared the pain of a group beating

Whumpee and whumper's first kiss. How whumpee recoils in disgust, how their stomach drops to the floor when it hits them what's happening, how things will never be the same

When whumper is whumpee's first kiss ever. How the experience is corrupted and dirty, and they wonder if they'll ever be able to kiss anyone without feeling the same fear and dread

A whumpee that's given up. They just move their lips numbly, halfheartedly trying to keep up. They'll never escape, no point in fighting, just give whumper the pleasure and spare themselves the pain.

There's so much you can do with kissing, so much symbolism and manipulation and dehumanizing. It's not just a prelude to noncon, it is it's own significant violation. Kissing in whump just elevates a scene to bliss.

Happy whumping 🖤🌹

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glimmering-whump · 20 days ago

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Being a hobby artist and a “fine art”ist and a working artist is so insane and surreal, like time to stop sketching ppl crying and time to work on a mural design for a major chain across the country and also when is my next gallery spot !!! I feel like a sell out but I’m honestly just trying to refill my meds so we can do all this with a level and consistent work flow and mood. I’m so excited you guys and so nervous.

I just got a crazy gig. I got really lucky being outgoing and resourceful in my city and it’s really just gotten me a big break and I’m very terrified and very excited so please wish me luck in your hearts.

I’m going to be very busy on this job!!!! If ur young this is yr sign to start applying to stuff. Portfolio speaks for itself, I keep trying to tell myself that. Don’t wait for anything just work on your art and if you want to be in the art field professionally don’t hesitate. Start your art business whether it’s stickers or portraits or fanarts or merch. Shmooze with the professionals in your city or town, go to gallery openings, get jobs, get fucked over, learn from those experiences, keep making art. I’m sick of waiting and I feel so late but it’s gonna happen if you want it. Fuck impostor syndrome and just update your portfolios, seriously !!!!!! What a trip.

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glimmering-whump · 20 days ago

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mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately

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glimmering-whump · 29 days ago

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When i was younger I was obsessed with the idea of "leaving and never coming back".

There is so much tradegy in it, but also so much freedom. It was always the finality that fascinated me.

But now?

In the past year I have visited so many places, met so many people and now I realize that I might not ever see them again.

But it feels different. It is not a satisfying ending. I find myself imagining going back one day, seeing all those people again, but I know I won't.

Is this the tragedy I have been craving, the finality I have been fantasizing about?

But only now I know what it actually means to leave something behind.

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glimmering-whump · 29 days ago

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Febuwhump Day 2: Holding Back Tears

Whumpee curled up in the corner of their cell, head throbbing. They couldn't even remember the last time they saw whumper, the days blurring into each other. They were so hungry and cold. They just wanted to go home. Their eyes filled with tears and they tried oh so hard not to let them fall. At the worst possible time, they hear whumpers' footsteps outside. The dreadful sound of the key turning and the door opening.

"What do you want?" Whumpee grumbled.

"Grumpy today, are we?"

"Shut up."

Whumper walked over to whumpee and yanked their head up by their hair. Whumpee refused to look at whumper, staring depressingly at the floor, tears threatening to spill.

"Are those finally tears I see?"

Whumpee turned their head away and buried their face in their hands.

"Come on, don't hide from me. It's been forever since I've seen you cry."

Whumper grabbed whumpees chin and turned their face towards them. Still no response. Whumper sighed, "What's wrong, whumpee?"

Whumpee scoffed. Like whumper cared at all. Just trying to screw with their head.

Whumper sat down next to whumpee and they tensed as whumper drew circles on their back. "Really, you can tell me. It's not like you have anyone else."

Whumper was right. They were all whumpee had right now. They couldn't do this anymore. "I- I just wanna go home."

"I know sweetheart, but you know I can't let you do that."

"But why?! It's your fault I'm here in the first place."

"It doesn't make sense right now but I promise it will soon."

"How long will you keep saying that? I don't care. I don't- I-"

"Hey," whumpee looked up at whumper. "It's ok to break sometimes. You've been here so long. It was about time."

"But I'm not broken!"

Whumper smiled sympathetically. "It's fine to just accept it, okay? It'll make this so much easier."

"I won't. I'll never lose myself to you."

Whumper laughed, "That's what they all say. Give it a few weeks, heck, maybe even days if you keep regressing at this rate."

"Maybe I wouldn't be getting worse if you weren't here."

"You say that now, but when I leave you down here for longer, you'll be begging to see me. I'm the only one you have. It's up to you whether you accept that or not."

"Just leave." Whumpee couldn't let whumper get to them.

"You know what? How about you come with me right now and I'll give you a nice warm meal and bed?"

"I said go." A meal and bed was all whumpee could dream of, but they'd never take it from whumper.

"Suit yourself," Whumper got up and headed towards the door, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

As the door slammed shut, whumpee couldn't keep it together anymore. They cried harder than they ever had before, wishing there was another way out of this.

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glimmering-whump · 29 days ago

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Chapter 3

"A Game, Pt. 1"

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tw: captive whumpees, human trafficking, stress position, calling an adult whumpee "boy" and "kid," restraints, electric shock, gagged, torture on livestream

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Christopher sat at his desk, flipping through a ream of blueprints. This was just the latest batch sent over by his contractors, and he eyed the papers with disdain. His current client was being picky, and with the little situation at his other job, he was getting impatient.

As annoying as it was, if Christopher wanted to keep Otis and Diego from figuring out something was off, he couldn't let his day job fall by the way side.

So here he was. Architect and professor by day. "Entrepreneur" by night.

He thumbed through the floor plans and started to mutter, lost in thought. A large flat screen TV was mounted to the wall across from him, and it played softly in the background while he worked. The news was on, and Christopher glanced up occasionally, trying to pay attention.

"...now, in breaking news, local authorities have launched the search for two university students missing since Thursday night. In a statement this morning, LPD police chief Clayton Barr reported that the disappearances are likely an abduction..."

Christopher lunged for the TV remote and mashed the volume up, the reporter's voice filling the spacious room.

"At this time, the investigation suggests the last known location..."

An image of the store where Zach worked flashed on screen, alongside another image of the van they'd abandoned in the lot. Chris relaxed a little. That was nothing he didn't expect.

The reporter droned on. Estimated time of disappearance, no current suspects, if you have any information... yada yada yada.

Christopher sighed heavily, reaching for his laptop. Otis and Diego had better come up with something good for tonight. Viewership would be down now that the search was public, and that did not help their current situation.

Publicity never failed to make things complicated. When things got a little too high profile and clients recognized a boy on the news, they ducked and covered. It took months to build up viewership again, and even some of their regulars might not come back.

Christopher leaned back in his chair and stretched, feeling restless. He cast his eyes around the room, trying to settle down, but pushed himself up and started to pace anyways.

How had this even happened? Of all the acquisitions he'd overseen, why did it have to be this one that went so wrong? Was this his punishment for getting personally involved with a target?

As much as Christopher would like to put all the blame on Diego, Zach's roommate had gotten wrapped up out of pure, dumb luck. Now, unfortunately, he would have to stay a while. There was no way Christopher was lining up a buyer with all the commotion.

His phone chimed with an incoming message, a picture attached. He opened it, letting out a low, appreciative whistle.

Otis stood proudly behind one of his twisted contraptions, smiling brightly at the camera. His arms were open in a gesture that could only be interpreted as "Ta-da!"

Christopher smirked.

A bound figure knelt on the floor, facing a thick wooden post. There was a metal bar drilled to the top of the post, extending out to each side, so the overall shape was a T. Thick manacles dangled from both sides of the bar, trapping the young man's wrists and forcing him to stretch upwards. His ankles were bound to his thighs so that his legs stayed bent at a sharp angle, and the upward stretch of his torso forced him to balance on his kneecaps. The picture looked like it was taken just as he fell forward, bracing himself to keep from face-planting into the post.

Diego sent a message following the photo. "Left Zach's little friend strung up last night. Didn't want to give them the chance to chat. No spoilers."

Christopher zoomed in, noticing the knotted ends of the gag buried in Levi's hair.

He grinned. If Diego didn't want to give the boys a chance to communicate, there were plenty of ways to accomplish that. This- Christopher zoomed out to take in the whole picture again- was just for fun.

As usual, Otis would take any chance he got to use one of his "special devices."

Another message came through. "Make sure you're on the stream tonight. Never had 2 to play around with before. It's gonna be special."

He wouldn't miss it.

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Levi couldn't even remember how he'd passed the time when they finally came to take him. His knees were numb, or at least, they stayed that way as long as he didn't move. The second he let his body shift even an inch, pure fire shot through his nerves and it was agony.

His only comfort was that he could see. The pain in his body may be worse, but he'd choose this any day over being blindfolded in the cell. He was afraid, yes, but it was nothing like the overwhelming panic that gripped him in the dark.

As the hours passed, Levi had managed to lean forward a little, pressing his forehead against the post to take just a fraction of his weight. It was enough that he could rest, but not fall asleep. Any time he dozed, his body slipped downward and the rusted shackles bit into his wrists with a fury.

His eyes were just starting to droop again when the door to the tiny room cracked open, Diego popping his head inside.

"Wakey-wakey."

Levi could hear the smirk in his voice.

Diego pushed in further and Levi tensed up, expecting hands in his hair, more blows-

WOOSH

Levi yelled, a wall of water crashing over his body. He gasped, choking, the cloth gag saturated and trapping water in his mouth. His hair was plastered to his forehead, the tips of his curls dripping water into his eyes. Ice cubes clattered across the floor, skidding in circles around the drain in the center.

Levi shouted in rage, already shaking. A long night of sleeplessness, the ache in his body, and now this? Fuck. What kind of bastards just did this to a person? Levi couldn't even tell why he and Zach had been taken, let alone why he was being treated this way.

His clothes were soaked and frigid, clinging to his skin like a blanket of ice. He panted, shouting muffled curses as he started to shiver. Otis pushed his way in through the door, laughing, and both men stepped forward to start freeing Levi's wrists.

He snatched his arms to his chest as soon as they were free, lashing out with a vicious punch when Otis came closer. The stocky man dodged easily, stepping behind Levi and grabbing his arm just below the shoulder. He firmly twisting it behind Levi's back.

Levi froze momentarily, shoulder shrieking in the socket and overwhelmed with pain. It was just the chance Diego needed to slip in and zip tie his wrists.

Otis whipped out a knife, grinning at him. Levi yelled and writhed as the knife came closer, but all Otis did was stoop down to sever the ropes holding his ankles. His feet dropped to the floor like two cement blocks, entirely past his control. The worst pins and needles he'd ever felt started to creep up his legs, and Levi sucked in a breath, trembling harder with the cold.

Diego playfully set his hand on the boy's head, scratching his scalp through wet hair.

"Finally your turn, kid. Let's get you out in front of those cameras, hmm?"

Cameras?? What the fuck...

Levi groaned as he shivered, trying uselessly to thrash as the two men grabbed him under the arms. His lead feet trailed on the floor as they dragged him down the hall, his stomach sinking.

Part of his brain screamed, furious at what was happening. He had been kidnapped, attacked, and basically tortured with a stress position for hours. There was no way to know how long he'd been here now. Had he been tied up all night, all day? He knew the longer he was here, the worse his chances were of making it out alive.

He had to fight, to defend himself. His heart screamed in his chest, rage and fear mingling into one driving force. He grit his teeth around the gag, trying desperately to make his legs work.

The duo turned through a wide doorway at the end of the hall, bright light spilling out. They hauled their cargo along with them and unceremoniously tossed Levi toward the center of the room.

He was forced to squint as he took in his surroundings, overwhelmed by the camera lights filling the room. He struggled, trying to get his legs under him, and Diego stepped forward to help. Levi shouted as Diego grabbed his elbow, trying to shake the man off.

Diego hauled the boy upright and danced away, laughing at his captive's anger. Levi rose wobbily, standing up from his kneeling position.

"Ah ah, stay down."

Blinding pain exploded through Levi's body as something jabbed at the small of his back. He stumbled, then fell, gasping in shock. Otis, clutching some kind of wand in his hand, stepped forward to jab Levi again. The same intense pain washed over him and he seized, hands balling into fists.

Levi shrieked, barely catching a moment to orient himself before something else caught his attention.

Towards the back corner of the room, there was a pole coming down from the ceiling. At it's base, Zach sat curled into a ball, his wrists tied to the pole behind him. Every few seconds, a harsh tone played and Zach seized, shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were shut tight and tears streamed down his face and neck. Judging by the wet stain around his shirt collar, it looked like he'd been here a while.

Zach whimpered desperately between the shocks, bared teeth sinking visibly into his gag. The pain written on his face spoke of a living nightmare, and something in Levi broke. He inched toward his friend, barely managing to push himself across the floor with his toes. He called out to Zach, but his own muffled cry was washed out by Diego's booming voice.

"Thanks for waiting folks. I hope you enjoyed the appetizer!" He swept his arm toward Zach, who keened softly. "Tonight we'll be playing a little game, which is not something we've tried before on the show."

Otis grabbed Levi's hair while Diego kept talking, wrenching him up. Levi pulled his legs under him to kneel, trying to follow Otis's hand upward so that his hair wasn't torn from his scalp.

Otis shook Levi's head roughly, and he leaned down to whisper in the boy's ear. Levi flinched away from his warm breath.

"Stay. Down. If you even think about trying to run, I will string you up so quick you won't even remember how you got there."

Levi held still, seeming to think for moment.

Otis locked eyes with him, smiling.

Levi smiled back.

He smashed his head into Otis's face, the stocky man stumbling back.

"Aaaaargh!!!" He covered his face with his hands, blood streaming from his lip and nose.

Diego's head whipped back, spinning away from the camera to see what just happened behind him. "Woah! Shit-"

"You miserable little fuck!" Otis spat. His blocky fist swung squarely toward Levi's face, catching his temple. Levi's whole body turned, following the momentum of the blow. He crashed to the floor and lay there unmoving.

Otis straightened up, panting. He wiped blood away from his lip and grimaced. Diego stood silently, mouth open in a slight O.

Otis gave Diego a meaningful look before he stalked out of the room, hands still curled up like he was looking for another fight.

Diego turned back to the camera, grinning uneasily. Play it off, he seemed to say.

"Well, that was quite the explosive start to the night! While we wait for our new guest to come back around, let me explain the rules of the game. Zach over here will be taking the first turn."

Zach stared tearily at Levi from across the room, moaning with fear as Diego turned to smile at him.

"It'll be fun," Diego offered, reassuringly.

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Claustrophobia

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(set between chapters 2 and 3)

tw: claustrophobia, restraints, noncon drugging, captive whumpees

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Levi panted heavily behind the gag, his throat sticking with dryness. He lay curled up, somewhere near the center of the room, shaking as he tried to gather his strength.

Wherever he was, it must've been 100 degrees. His T-shirt and jeans were soaked with sweat, and the damp cloth clung heavily to his skin, doubling the weight of his claustrophobia. Levi's chest felt like it was being crushed, and he was practically choking on adrenaline.

He took a few deep breaths, swallowing as much air as he could, then let out a frantic burst of energy.

Levi shouted as he struggled, crying out in the darkness. His arms were trapped behind him with his elbows bent at 90 degrees. His forearms lay flat across his back, and they were bound together at multiple points. Meanwhile, his knees were painfully folded up so that his ankles nearly touched the backs of his thighs. A coil of nylon rope wrapped around each leg, hitching to his ankles so that his legs couldn't straighten.

Levi had never handled small spaces well. Now, trussed up and gagged, unable to see his prison, his claustrophobia sent him to a new kind of hell.

He keened through grit teeth, twisting on the floor with anxiety.

It felt like hours since he'd heard them drag Zach away. That wasn't long after Levi first woke up, but the drugs seemed to hit Zach harder. Levi's muffled attempts to communicate didn't get a response, and he heard no sounds of struggle besides his own.

Zach's slow, steady breath filled the room, and Levi had quieted himself, honing in on the noise. It gave him a small amount of comfort to know that Zach lay nearby, and Levi had used his breath to ground himself. His heart slowed, the claustrophobia fading to the edge of his mind. It gave him space to think, at least for a little while.

Now, he was alone, and the darkness threatened to crush him.

.....

He had no concept of how much time passed before the door opened again. It swung slowly, creaking in a way that made it sound thick and heavy. The word "cell" struck him, and he felt sick.

Levi was curled in on his side as much as he could, long worn out from the endless cycle of struggle and recovery. He shut his eyes tight, breathing heavy. Whatever was coming, it was a welcome distraction from his own mind.

There was a heavy thud as something- no, someone- was tossed on the floor next to him.

Zach. Levi's breath picked up as he twisted, awkwardly trying to move toward his friend. Still, there was no sound of movement.

Levi heart clenched with fear. Is he...?

"Come on now, none of that. He'll be just fine, I promise."

The voice dripped with sarcasm, a mockery of comfort.

"Let's see how you handle a go of it."

Levi's stomach dropped. A go of what, exactly?

The man stepped closer, and Levi tried stubbornly to shift his weight away.

He shouted as hands seized his ankles, trying to kick out. What did these guys want?? He thrashed, his first instinct to fight against being separated from Zach again. Cruel laughter echoed around the room as Levi's angry voice was muffled, reduced to gibberish protests.

Another pair of hands joined the first. Levi was hoisted up by his belt and yanked over the threshold, spilling out into the hall. His head smacked into the opposite wall, pulling the blindfold down. A sliver of light flashed in his vision, and Levi whipped his head around, trying to orient himself.

The world was spinning, and something felt knocked loose. Flashes from the car ride swam in and out of view, making him want to heave.

Levi slid into the passenger seat of Zach's beat up Honda, shutting the door behind him. They were laughing, bickering about where to go. It was a rare night they were both free, and Zach wanted to go to Roxy's. Levi hated Roxy's. He groaned about it, twisting in his seat to reach back for the case of water Zach kept in the car. He yelled in shock, a blinding strike connecting with his nose. Someone seized his wrist, pulling his arm forward even as he struggled to open his streaming eyes. There was a bolt of pain in his arm, something jabbing into him...

Things were murky after that.

It was all so fast. They'd been abducted, and Levi had done nothing, stunned and blinded by shock. Shame burned through him, mingling with both his anger and his fear. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to swallow, but his dry tongue felt stuck in his throat.

This couldn't really be happening. Not to him. Not to Zach.

Hands gripped his hair. Levi barked with pain as his head was pulled up and back. Fingers hooked under his blindfold and flicked it down fully, flooding his vision with harsh florescent light.

He reeled, pain lancing through his eyes after hours spent in the dark.

"There you are... look at you!" There was a crude whistle. More laughter.

Levi struggled to focus, taking in the blurry face that peered down at him. He could just make out a condescending smirk.

"It's a shame you couldn't be there when we got acquainted with your friend. Zach did beautifully for his first time. You'll just have to wait to see him tomorrow- I'm sure he'll tell you all about it," the man sneered.

The world was still tipping, and Levi tried to play catch up. Zach... unconscious, drugged. What had they done to him?

A harsh slap rang against his cheek and Levi flinched. He gasped, blinking.

He just managed to register fingers snapping front of his face, and Levi tried and failed to focus on the man in front of him.

"You with us, kid?"

Hands planted on either side of his head, tipping his face up and forcing him to look into the eyes of the second man.

"Eh, maybe we left him in there for a little too long, Diego. He's awfully hot."

Diego snickered. The second man rolled his eyes.

"He's drenched in sweat, dumbass. Get a fan in there- I don't want either of their brains cooked too soon."

"Alright, alright. I'll get it done, Otis," Diego smiled.

"Good," Otis snorted. "In the meantime, let's get our new boy settled, hmm?"

Levi yelped as his head was playfully shaken.

"I want to get some ideas for the stream tomorrow, and he needs to spend the night away from his little friend. I don't want Zach giving away any surprises."

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