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[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 7

Path of Hurt Prompt: "Choking"

Day 7 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters:

- POV/Whumpee: Pym (Cursed, Netflix)

- Whumper: Cumber's Raiders (Unnamed)

(Characters: Whumpees)

(Characters: Whumpers)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 527

TWs; lady whump, choking/restricted air, gagged, noncon, sadistic/intimate whumper, multiple whumpers, letcherous behaviours, abuse.

What rotten luck to be found by Cumber's raiders, alone in the woods. And Pym hadn't been able to scream, dragged away so quickly she hadn't even known what was happening. She'd pieced it together well enough in the last hour or so whilst feigning unconsciousness, of course. Cumber's men never really knew when to shut up.

Now though? Now they know she's awake...

Pym bares her teeth and bites the hand that tries to gag her, hard. Hands rag painfully through her knotted hair, drag her head back sharply. She refuses to open her mouth, tongue laced with the blood of the Raider she bit... The struggle and panic flares like a caged bird in her chest as he clamps that injured hand over her nose, to force her to open her mouth...

Pym tries, she really does. She glares up at the sadistic smile upon the Raider's face, angry, defiant, unbroken. Like she'd learned from her friends. She swallowed the panic mixing with bloody copper and holds her breath, refusing to bend, she cannot, will not allow them to do this. Someone will find her. Gawain, Gawain will save her.

She ignores the fact that they probably haven't even noticed she's missing yet.

Fingers pry at the corner of her mouth again, and she's held firm by the grip in her hair, still holding her breath, no, no, NO...

Her lungs are burning. Nimue was always better at holding her breath than she was. She remembers how they used to swim together in the lake near Dewdenn, though Pym was no bad swimmer herself Nimue took to the waters like a fish... A tear leaks from her eye, greif, despair; Nimue would have freed her, too.

The hands are more insistent now, that grip on her nose was so harsh it's painful, her nose even began to bleed. Pym can feel blood coating the back of her throat and she's clenching her jaw so hard her teeth are about to crack, her body buckling and crumbling. She needs to breathe, needs to open her mouth--

And finally Pym has no choice, abandoned to her body and mind's own reflex to gasp in a breath, yet the moment she does the balled up rag is shoved into her mouth before she even gets a chance to breathe, more and more fabric rammed in so far it hurts, jaw straining and aching and all the while that fucking hand never leaves her nose, she still can't breathe-- blind panic surges through her as she fights with everything she has to drag in air but theres no way to through the thick cloth, no movement of her mouth even left, just pitiful whimpers in her throat that choke off into silence.

Blackness edges her vision and still he doesn't let go. Tears of pain and panic and desperation slick her cheeks, the foul man leans in close, licking across her skin with a noise of approval like Pym's tears are the best fucking thing he's ever tasted. Pym's body spasms, eyes rolling back, every instinct to survive screaming out all at once and- -blissful nothingness takes over.

I don't write near enough Lady Whump so figured it was about time I included some here! Slight different writing style for this, more of a present tense than usual! I wrote something for the prompt "gagged" a while ago on here in response to a prompt on someone else's post and decided to rewrite it for this.

I ADORE Pym. She is my fave, and I'm definitely going to have to write those Raiders getting their asses handed to them for this...

Onto the next!

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Let's not forget a few of my favorites:

When all seems well with the whumpee, but the caretaker or whumper sees the tremor in their hands and knows they're legitimately struggling

Fumbling, grasping hands slick with blood

Butterfly-soft touches from caretaker - touches so gentle that they could be a distant dream

A whumpee who relies on their hands to communicate, and being so unwell (fever? blood loss? hypothermic? drugged?) that they can't express any clear responses or requests

Powerful hands restricting the whumpee's movement - whether it be torture or so a medic can treat them

op i love you for bringing this back to my attention

Hands in Whump

-Running a gentle hand through Whumpee's hair, whispering reassurances into their ear.

-Grabbing Whumpee's arm to stop them from escaping, digging their nails into the flesh.

-A red, stinging handprint left on the side of Whumpee's face after a slap.

-Caretaker using their thumb to wipe tears off of Whumpee's face.

-Fingers intertwined, comforting pressure on the hand.

-Placing the back of the hand on Whumpee's forehead to check their fever.

-A hand broken after being stomped on by Whumper, Whumpee trying to get their fingers to move.

-Palms and fingers burned on a hot pan or stove.

-Fingernails being broken or ripped out.

-Cupping Whumpee's face.

-A hand clasped over the mouth to keep Whumpee from screaming

-Gentle hands applying bandages to aching wounds.

-An outstretched hand, offering aid and protection.

-Hands in the air to signal surrender.

-Whumpee covering their face with their hands so nobody can see them cry.

-Hands clasped over the back of Whumpee's neck as protection from an imminent beating.

And so, so much more!

[potato-lord-but-not]

….can u show us the arkayne drawings pls 👉👈

yknow what yeah I can I’ve lost all respect for myself

[kathaynesart]

Since people liked Out of Context Replica Donnie, have an Out of Context Replica Leo.

Note, these won't be making an appearance in the actual comic, they're just "what if" scenarios that I might consider for Patreon down the line. For this one? Let's just say things don't go so well in the early years at the Central Park Colony. Guess they forgot Leo can pretty much change anything metal to a weapon.

[multipleoccupancy]

Edgar realised pretty quickly what Isaac was trying to do, he hoped it was just to sleep in some sense, though another part of him hoped otherwise. He didn't know what Isaac was going to do to either of them now he had them.

Cassandra turned and buried herself in his arms and he was sure to hold her tight to his chest too, both arms wrapping around her and kissing the top of her head. He tried not to breath the air, but of course he would have to and while he did continue to look for an escape he knew it was futile. He felt Cass grow heavy in his arms but he could not stop her falling as he lost himself too just have a second later and joined her on the floor.

It was a dreamless sleep. As far as Edgar was concerned he had just collapsed and blinked on the floor when he came around again. He was in another bright white room and had to squint to handle the light as he tried to look around. Where was Cassandra? He went to move his hand to shield his eyes from the light but it would not come, trapped by something at his side. He tried his other arm and his legs at once. Oh. He was familiar with that sensation.

He did not struggle long, he knew that for whatever was coming he was going to need his strength. But he did cast his eyes around as far as he was able, searching for a flash of red hair somewhere near by and he hoped alive and well.

@hvbris

Edgar's arm, wrapped around her, did manage to settle the rumble of her heart, drumming in her chest. But panic was still coursing through her veins like ice water, oxygen getting stuck in her lungs as she desperately gasped for air.

She had pulled a gun out, almost muscle memory as her eyes glanced around the room. She had nowhere to point, nothing to aim. For a moment there, she considered shooting the door. Just shooting over and over again until it broke into pieces.

But before she could even pull the trigger, smoke was billowing at their feet. Not smoke, no. Gaz.

He's gonna put us to sleep.

It made sense. Horrible, horrible sense. Why wouldn't he make sure his abductees were nicely asleep and defenseless? Immediately putting her gun back -useless, it was useless- she simply buried herself in Edgar's arms. Maybe to gather some courage for whatever awaited them once they would awaken again.

It didn't even take a minute for her consciousness to slip as she fell out of his arms and onto the floor.

@multipleoccupancy

[appri-dot]

How about this duo 🥰

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous // next (cw: self harm/suicide attempt)

as suggested by anon!

tag list:

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me ,

@pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles ,

@echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @clickerflight , @sodacreampuff , @starfields08000

@suspicious-whumping-egg, @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato ,

@ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony , @lthrboy , @unforgivenn

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: “Drowning”

Sgt. JJ Kinney in Land of Bad (2024)

[atlantis-area]

TAEMIN Advice MV Shooting Behind

[chicaneryatelier]

Younger Roche inspired by Anoke's 'Major Design Flaw' fic series!

Behind Cut- Nekkid Roche tied up by Iorveth and unhappy about it. If you don't want to see that, don't go behind the cut!

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 6

Path of Whumperless Whump Prompt: Alt/bonus prompt "Medical Complications"

Day 6 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters:

- POV/Caretaker: Gawain - The Green Knight

- Polly (Cursed, Netflix)

- Pym (Cursed, Netflix)

- Kaze (Cursed, Netflix)

- Whumpee: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 624

TWs; Field surgery, pain, pinned down, broken ribs, blood, shards of bone, graphic descriptions, gore.

Lancelot tremoured beneath Gawain's hands as Polly, their healer, lowered a blade into his side.

What had begun as a; "I just pulled a stitch, thats all" quite quickly devolved when it had become apparent this was something far far worse. At Polly's discovery of a rogue shard of broken rib bone that had been cutting Lancelot up inside with every breath, it became outright field surgery.

Gawain glanced down at the terrible bruising that painted across Lancelot's ribs, grimacing at the way Polly pulled his skin apart, slicing through flesh to expose the troublesome shard. Both Pym, a young healer-in-training and Kaze, his second-in-command aided him in keeping Lancelot pinned as the healer worked, though neither seemed entirely pleased about it.

Lancelot hissed through gritted teeth, eyes flaring wide, body shaking with the effort to keep himself still. As Polly worked, sweat beaded up across Lancelot's skin, slick under Gawain's fingertips, and he jerked and spasmed in their hold with small involuntary movements that resisted his valiant attempts to stay still. Lancelot groaned in pain, burying his face into his arms, gasping a shuddering breath.

"That's it, nice and still..." Polly soothed, then dug the knife deeper. Lancelot cried out now, buckling under their hold, and Gawain had to fight to keep him steady. He knew Kaze and Pym similarly struggled where they pinned him.

Lancelot whimpered, desperately choking down a louder scream. One hand clawed into the ground above the blanket he lay on carving furrows into the dirt.

"Pym, your hands are smaller," Polly spoke up now, furiously focused expression on her face, "In a moment I'm going to need you to grab it."

"Me? Grab it? Th-the bone?"

Polly withdrew the knife with an affirmative nod. Lancelot gasped in relief and fell limp, eyes rolling back into his head.

"I think he fainted." Gawain commented, watching the torment that carved deep lines into Lancelot's angular face slowly fade, though the crease between his brow did not and his eyes darted beneath darkened lids.

"Probably for the best," Polly said, wiping her hands on a rag, "Pym, you should be able to get it now."

"Here goes..." Pym whimpered, pulling a face as she dug around with her fingertips into the wound. Lancelot groaned as he woke, grey eyes flying open wide, flailing his arms instinctively and Gawain was forced to kneel on his arm lest he swing and punch him by accident again. Gawain cringed at the tormented scream that Lancelot could do nothing to supress, even as Lancelot hid his face in his other arm again, nails digging so hard into his own shoulder beside where Gawain held him that Gawain was sure he'd bleed.

"I think... I've got it, --" Pym gave a mighty yank, studiously ignoring Lancelots agonised cries, "--There!"

Lancelot slackened again in their grasp, panting, powerful shudders wracking his entire body as he stared near sightlessly across the dirt with pain-glazed eyes. Pym's triumphant face suddenly switched to one of horror, apparently remembering what it was she held; a jagged, pinkish shard of bone almost the length of Gawain's finger and no wider than a blade, which Polly promptly took from her before Pym had a chance to drop it, wrapping it into a rag.

"We need to clean this and stitch him back up. Shouldn't need all of you to hold him now."

Kaze stepped away with a nod, seemingly relieved to no longer have to pin him with a thoroughly unimpressed expression curling her lip to bare a fang. Gawain for his part felt violently ill yet he firmly remained as he was. He didn't miss the thankful look Lancelot shot him.

"Still with us, Monk?"

Lancelot nodded weakly.

"Nearly done, I promise."

I'm enjoying these prompts, they're really helping me flesh out some of the plot ideas for my upcoming Lancewain fic.

I was really struggling to cut the wordcount down on this one! This scene ended up being several thousand words on the initial draft a few days ago, but rest assured it will be expanded upon and included in the main fic in all it's whump-filled glory!

FINALLY we have Pym showing up! She's genuinely one of my fave Cursed characters to write for and I LOVE HER. You can see her and all the other characters in these snippets in the Character masterlist linked above.

Onto the next, thank you for reading!

[despoticmouse]

If Spearmaster ripped off the flesh covering where it’s mouth would be, would there just be a hole, a normal mouth, or a deformed mouth under there? Would it be able to consume food through whatever is under there?

Ehhh let’s agree not to worry about any of that 🫡

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Mind over Mind - Hero Whumper Villain Whumpee

Warnings: torture, violence, forced compliance, mind control

Summary: Hero almost loses the fight against Villain... until she uses her unique powers to flip the tables.

Villain and Hero had been fighting for only an hour when both of them started to falter from exhaustion, but that's just the kind of fights they got into. Quick. Intense. Violent. Bloody. The kind that's hardly survivable for long.

Hero wielded two wickedly sharp daggers in her hands, while Villain had one in his left, and a serrated hunting blade in the other. Their weapons clashed together repeatedly, showering sparks onto the ground as they fought fiercely for the upper hand, both of them covered in sweat, bruises and dozens of vicious injuries inflicted by their opponent.

"Don't you ever know when to give up?" Hero grunted through gritted teeth as she blocked yet another one of Villain's attacks.

"Nope, apparently not," Villain sneered, and slashed a blade across Hero's ribs, slicing open a deep gash that made her cry out in pain. It was all the opening he needed. He didn't give her a chance to recover.

Villain closed the distance between them and brutally pummeled Hero with a series of quick blows, too fast for her to block or dodge. He punched her gut hard enough to crack ribs, before landing another blow on her jaw with a concussive amount of force, making her head snap back -- and the peak of the fight was over just like that.

Hero faltered and stumbled back with a broken, rattling wheeze, falling to the ground, and Villain descended on her like a bird of prey, wrapping a strong hand around her throat and lifting her up to pin her against a wall, squeezing hard.

Hero's eyes widened as she clawed desperately at the hand cutting off her air, thrashing uselessly in Villain's grip with slowly failing strength.

"The real question is... do you know when to give up?" Villain chuckled coldly.

Blood trickled from both corners of Hero's mouth as her terrified gaze locked with Villain's.

STOP! A booming voice suddenly roared in Villain's head, making him jerk back in surprise, losing his grip on Hero so that she crumpled to the ground, gasping and choking and coughing blood, her eyes still locked intensely on Villain.

Something brushed against Villain's mind that made him shiver, like claws brushing lightly against his brain, wandering and prodding uncertainly, as though searching for a hold. Then those claws turned sharp, deadly, sinking in.

Villain's whole body went stiff, muscles locking in place as that same voice spoke again.

That's right... obey.

Villain's blood went colder than ice, his face going pale as a slow, stretching pain spread through his body, setting every nerve on fire with excruciating agony as it sank into every part of him.

His mouth gaped, he tried to speak, but couldn't find his voice.

He was rooted to the spot with fear as Hero slowly picked herself up off the dirt, gasping and panting as she caught her breath, rubbing her neck where Villain's hand had been mere seconds away from crushing her windpipe.

She straightened with a groan, staggering a little before finding her balance, one arm wrapped protectively around her bleeding midsection. Then a crooked grin that was part-grimace broke out on her face as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"My, how the tables have turned," she taunted, though it came out in a shallow, weak rasp of air.

"H-How..." Villain breathed, eyes enormous as they watched Hero with sudden wariness.

Because I never reveal all my playing cards, the voice echoed in his head. It sounded like Hero's -- but her mouth hadn't moved.

My single biggest advantage is letting people underestimate me, the voice continued.

Fear -- genuine, raw fear pulsed through Villain's entire being when he tried to move -- but physically couldn't.

He swallowed hard, fighting to tamp down the rising panic and maintain any shred of composure.

"W-What are you doing... how are you doing this?" He snarled, finally snapping out of the shock.

Hero limped towards him until she was inches away, the icy blue depths of her eyes boring into his, full of righteous anger.

"Surprise... my superpower isn't limited to super strength." She grinned wolfishly at his confusion, the utterly bafflement on her enemy's face.

Funny, isn't it? It's almost like... you don't have control over yourself anymore.

Again, Hero's mouth didn't move.

Hero bent over and picked up Villain's own fallen dagger, pressing it into his hand and resting the tip against her chest without a glimmer of fear.

"Go ahead, give it your best shot," she purred. "All it takes is one little push to kill me... try it if you can."

Villain shuddered as those strange mental claws tightened on him.

He gripped his dagger hard, mustering every inch of willpower in him to end it, to finally kill his greatest enemy, be rid of the menace -- his hand trembled, but he couldn't bring the blade forward.

"Don't tell me you're too weak for murder," Hero mocked with a dramatic gasp.

Villain's brow furrowed, and he held the hilt tighter, pushing, yanking against those restraints shackling him in his own mind. The blade jerked forward an inch, but no more than that, and Hero let out a cold, heartless laugh, easily swatting the weapon out of Villain's hand before roughly grabbing his jaw hard enough to bruise, forcing him to look straight into her cruel eyes.

Villain let out a weak whimper, ashamed that the sound even slipped out. But he was injured, and in pain, confused, and so, so scared... fear was a new feeling for him. He was the most powerful villain in the entire city, strong enough to beat Hero on several different occasions -- but never had he been rendered so vulnerable, so useless before, like a puppet with strings, at the complete mercy of his enemy.

Hero carefully wrapped her other hand around his throat, and step by deliberate step, backed him up until he was pinned against the opposite wall. She applied the same pressure that Villain had put on her windpipe earlier, and Villain's chest started heaving as he struggled to keep drawing air. His eyes went huge with disbelief, he couldn't even fight, his arms weren't working right. None of him was, bound and chained by some invisible force.

Spots danced in his vision, and right when he thought he would pass out the pressure on his neck vanished, leaving him taking great gulping gasps of air.

Hero leaned in close, her head right next to his face.

"Doesn't feel very good, does it?" She hissed into his ear before pulling back.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, almost seductively, running over the shredded lines of his suit where long gashes had sliced through and ripped the leather. They stopped at his stomach, grazing over a particularly deep slash right below the ribs.

Villain shuddered with a wince, a low moan escaping him, and he cursed himself for it.

Hero stared at him, then dug her fingers viciously into the wound, never breaking eye contact, her expression deadpan and impassive.

Villain screamed in sheer agony and writhed, which was more like weakly twitching against the bonds holding him in one place.

Hero took her fingers out, and Villain was left trembling all over with pain, his injury throbbing. His head lolled forward, breathing harsh and ragged as he recovered.

"Huh, even agony can't let you break free," she murmured aloud, as though she were experimenting with Villain, testing the limits of her ability. It was dehumanizing, degrading, and flat-out terrifying to know that Hero could do whatever she wanted to him. Holding his life in her hands.

"S-Stop it... L-Let me go..." Villain croaked. He couldn't help the shakiness in his voice, and Hero's eyes lit up at hearing it. "S-Since when could you even do this?" He added.

"Since always," Hero answered flatly. "I just never show it. I don't use this power often, because it is unfathomably taxing on my body in ways you couldn't even imagine, but today... today I'm feeling violent." Her teeth bared into a feral grin, making Villain shiver uneasily.

"I haven't practiced using it much, so I'm curious to see what potential... motivations might be enough for your willpower and desperation to let you break free of my hold." She tilted her head to one side, a lethal predator in every slight movement. "I can break you in so many ways beneath the surface," she whispered dangerously.

"Let's see how strong your resolve is, hmm?" Hero's gaze dropped down where a dagger was, and she stomped on the hilt, skillfully flinging it up into her waiting hand.

Villain whimpered again anxiously, squirming and eyeing the bright metal, and she pressed the blade against his lips.

"Shhh... all you have to do is raise your left hand when the pain becomes too much, and I'll stop," she said mischievously. A deadly game for her, toying with her new victim like a plaything.

Hero leaned close again, her breath ghosting above Villain's carotid artery as she scraped her teeth lightly against his neck, teasing, violating his space.

She trailed the sharp edge of the blade down his bare arm, not breaking skin at first as she smiled coldly. Then she sliced it deep without warning, tearing a ragged wail from Villain as she started carving into his flesh over and over again while her enemy screamed his throat raw.

Villain tried desperately to push her away, to stop the excruciating agony, do something but stand there and take it... but he couldn't. He physically couldn't.

Tears of pure pain spilled out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, hiccupping sobs breaking up his breaths at the sheer intensity of it, every time the blade left a fresh mark of fire in his flesh.

He could feel the warm blood sliding down his arm to drip on the floor with every pounding heartbeat, endless suffering. It was worse when she switched from his arm to the sensitive skin of his abdomen, and he screamed and yelped and cried out as the metal bit his skin repeatedly. Hero showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Eventually the screaming devolved to agonized moaning and pathetic whimpers as Villain lost strength, his throat burning fiercely in the aftermath of all his loud cries.

Now, listen closely...

That voice returned in his head, and his stomach churned with dread. He couldn't take any more torture. Any more pain. His whole body was blazing with it.

Take the knife from my hand, and put it against your throat...

Hero held the dagger in her hand invitingly, stained with Villain's own blood.

Villain moaned as his shaky hand automatically lifted to take the blade, then his body betrayed him by resting the sharp, cool metal right under his chin. He swallowed against it, throat bobbing fearfully.

Saw through your neck.

Villain's eyes widened with terror, hand trembling as he fought against the mental claws Hero had sunk into him. But it was no use. The blade started slicing through his skin, and Villain closed his eyes, another teak leaking out as he accepted his fate.

...Now stop. Villain's body instantly obeyed, stiffening in place.

Villain took a rattling breath, cautiously opening his watery eyes to gauge Hero's expression, which was dark and unreadable.

I want you to remember this moment, her voice hissed into his mind, remember that I held your life in my hands... that I could have killed you right now... and I want you to run away from here with that memory, and the scar on your neck will remind you of me every time you look in the mirror. Run, and never come back. If I EVER see your face again... I will not stop.

And suddenly, a rush of cold washed over Villain, an aching absence of a hollow void that opened up, and Villain collapsed on the ground, panting as he felt those vicious mental claws retreat, releasing him at last.

Hero stepped back, eyes narrowed. "You have ten seconds to remove yourself from my line of sight before I change my mind. Run, or die. Ten."

Villain peered dizzily up at her, his face pale with blood loss. "...You're bluffing," he wheezed in disbelief.

"That is a theory you're certainly welcome to test. Nine." Hero's face stayed harsh and cruel, and Villain lurched to his feet with a gasp, not willing to risk the chance she'd given him.

He stumbled into an awkward, adrenaline-powered run, limping heavily away as fast as he could while Hero's voice trailed after him.

"Eight... seven... six..."

She never got to five before Villain was out of sight, slipping away into a dark alley. Gone. Never seen or heard from again.

I appreciate any and all feedback from my peers! 😁 (and if anyone has any other Hero x Villain prompt ideas or things they'd like to see more of feel free to share them and I might write a story for it)

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@scoundrelwithboba

[towerartt]

[zebulontheplanet]

I hate how since my last post about restraint I’ve been getting questions on how to properly restrain people. I am NOT a professional. I figured out what was best for me and that’s that.

Do not ask a random person on the internet how to restrain people. It’s not good.

[whumpberry-cookie]

Silent good intentions

(tw: death wish)

__________________

There's the underground organisation that focuses on freeing political prisoners from interrogations.

The thing is, their rules say the members can never ever show their faces during the missions. Or their voices. Or anything that could help indentifying them.

So when Whumpee's carried out of the prison, they instantly lose hope. Because their rescuers don't remove the blindfold. They don't reasure Whumpee. They don't explain where they are taking Whumpee.

And when Whumpee starts fighting, they silently tie them down to a table by legs and wrists.

Even tho new Caretaker tries to treat their wounds the gentlest they can, Whumpee still begs for death, thinking another interrogation is about to begin.

______________

After a long time healing Whumpee is allowed to move around the room. Tho their hands are still tied behind their back, so they don't try to remove the blindfold.

Caretaker feeds them by a spoon in silence.

"...Thank you"

Caretaker just pats their back in responce.