#ailesswhumptober2024day21

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 21 - Alternate: Kidnapping

OC Leo(coril) and Lorién Castelet (and Toby) from Sinaheh. I'm obsessed with them and will do my best to portray them accurately. World setting and Kalceran from Perie (DM)

TW/CW: DnD setting, kidnapping (recapture), living weapon whumpee, dehumanization, angry whumper, conditioned whumpee, scared whumpee, Brief monk martial whump, no toby harmed in this piece at all, really brief "fight", implied past and future whump, attempted defiance, Word count: 1'001

It felt strangely familiar to go on a solo mission without the rest of the party. Well he wasn't completely alone. Toby was in his pocket, gingerly peeking out from time and squeaking at food on the street. Leo let his gaze drift in the direction that Toby squeaked and saw a market stand with cheese good and some fruits. His eyes found a box filled with apples and a memory shot into his head, sharp and unwanted. All these years ago, when he stole the apple, living on the streets before he was found by-No. I don't wanna. I don't want to think about him.

The old worn tension in his bones seemed to weigh more now, more tragic. But Leo pushed the flashback back, subconsciously he ran his hand over the tattoo on his neck. The impulsive idea that would definitely infuriate Lorién if he were to see it. The monk boy shook his head, the fear of Lorién had never really left ever since he ran away from the monestary but it's been a long time... He surely wouldn't find him anymore...It had gone good a long time...

A group of bards with their instruments passed Leo on the cobble stone and his body tensed up. He was very used to always beeing on edge, it was a safe way to live.

After reaching a crossroad he pulled out the map and letter Kal had given him, they were supposed to help him reach his destination. He stared at Kal's sigil on the letter and a smile twitched on his lips before he squinted to try and read the instructions again. As usual the letters seemed to merge together and make no sense but he got there. Left passageway then.

From this narrow street there were multiple side streets going back to the main street or other squares.

Suddenly from behind a hand landed heavy on his shoulder, making Leo jump out of his skin and spin around. He had taken a step back and gone into a defensive stance before even seeing who it was.

Then Leo finally saw who he was facing and his heart skipped multiple steps. His defensive stance fell away as he stumbled a few steps further away from the tall blone guy in front of him.

"There you are Leocoril. I've been looking everywhere for you.", he exclaimed, making another step towards the brown haired, smaller boy. "Time to come back now."

Even if Leo would know what to protest or dare to, he seemed to have lost his voice. Seemingly frozen to the spot. Lorién!! Here.

Lorién's face hardened in anger. "What are you waiting for?!"

Leo panicked, in a heartbeat he turned around and tried to run away. But in the next second he was already crashing to the ground hard.

Lorién had used the stick strapped to his back to beat the other's legs out under him before crouching down. Pressing his knees into Leo's back and threatening: "Stop making a scene and follow my orders or I will lock you in the spare room for two weeks!"

Leo chocked on air, his body pressed into the dirt he stopped struggling, the memory of that horrible day pulling him into a darkness years ago.

The blonde monk wasted no time pulling Leo up roughly and dragging him into a darker alley leading towards the outskirts of the town. Once they were far enough from most curious folk Lorién threw Leo against the wooden wall of a house. "Wanna explain to me where you've been!?", he asked, poorly hidden anger hardening his face, a fist clasped around his stick.

Leo groaned as he was thrown against the old wood but it was by far not the worst pain he ever experienced, he'd be fine. Aside from that he absolutely wouldn't. He couldn't go back to the monestary, back to Lorién. Not after having finally having found some joy. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a gentle voice came into his mind unprompted. Kalceran. He couldn't leave without telling Kal! With shaking hands Leo pulled the whisperer from his hip and clutched it at his side. „I can't..come back. I have a new place for myself now.", he protested even though his voice was shaking from fear.

Lorién's eyes widened further before he chuckled scornfully. "A new place for yourself, huh? And what place would that exactly be, hm? You are nothing more than a weapon, Loecoril. My weapon. To be honed."

"I-" He wasn't. He was more like that...Right?

"Say it!", Lorién ordered!

Leo's elf ears dropped in hopelessness but he still tried to resist the older monk. Holding onto the whisperer even harder he finally aimed it at his old "mentor". „I can't come with you. I am...I am more than your weapon.", he said, it came out mangled between protest and plea, way too quiet.

Lorién's eyes snapped to the Whisperer in Leo's hands, aimed at his body. Fury scorched him on the inside and ever so slowly he trailed his eyes back to Leo's. "So. And there's the other thing that thought it could just get away from me. Give. It. To. Me. Now, Leocoril and obey! I will ask exactly once or I will make you wish the room was the worst thing that ever happened to you!"

Leo's face showed pure terror at the other's behaviour and wordlessly he handed over the weapon.

"Now. Let's go, Weapon!"

"Can-Can I say goodbye to..to somebody before I go. Please I won't run or tell anything I just. want to say goodbye. Or at least leave a letter. Leo's blood turned to ice once again as he remembered the map and letter shoved into the folds of his clothing. They bore Kal's royal sigil! What Kal had told him about his half-brother-what Lorién did. If he finds the letter...!

"No! Let's go!", Lorién said mercilessly and grabbed Leo bruisingly by the arm, pushing him forward towards the general direction of the monestary.

Toby peeked out of the folds of Leo's clothing carefully. He was being very quiet, somehow knowing or remembering that this person was bad news. He just pulled back inside and pushed his tiny body against Leo's as comfortingly as he could.

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Day 21 @ailesswhumptober - prompt: drugged, "this will make you feel better okay?"

Part 3 of Janes capture. Part 1 - Whumptomer alt prompt - Used As Bait Part 2 - AIlesswhumptomber day 8 - gagged, rope burns.

CW: non-con drugging, intimate whumper, restraints, captured, naked, vulnerable, female whumpee.

AiLessWhumptober List Complex 27

Ryan crouched beside her, fingers tracing her jaw before moving down to the gag. “Let’s take this off, shall we?” he said softly, untying the fabric from around her mouth. The moment it fell away, Jane gasped, the cool air a brief reprieve before he leaned closer.

“I know this has been difficult,” he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing, as though they were sharing an intimate moment. “But you’ve been so strong. So… resilient.”

There was something disturbingly sincere in the way he said it, a flicker of admiration that made her stomach churn. His hand brushed a lock of hair from her face, his thumb lingering, rubbing a small circle on her cheek.

“I think you’ve earned something for all that effort,” he continued, his voice calm, patient, as if he were rewarding a pet for good behaviour.

Jane braced herself, forcing her body to remain still as he stood and walked toward the table in the corner of the room. Her eyes followed him, dread pooling in her gut when she saw what he picked up next. The small vial and syringe gleamed faintly under the dim light, the liquid inside shimmering with a sickly hue.

No…

Her mind raced, desperately trying to guess what the substance was. She had been trained for this—to recognize the effects of various drugs, to know how to resist them—but the haze from earlier still clouded her thoughts. The first dose had caught her off guard; this time, she had to be prepared. She had to resist.

Ryan approached her again, the syringe poised in his hand, a predatory glint in his eyes. “This will make you feel better, okay?” He leaned in slightly, tilting his head, his expression deceptively tender, as if he were offering her a kindness.

Jane recoiled as much as the ropes would allow, but there was nowhere to go. Her heart raced, each beat echoing a desperate warning as she locked eyes with him, searching for any sign of humanity behind that twisted smile. He took his time, letting the moment stretch out, savoring her helplessness.

Her eyes darted toward the door, scanning for any possible escape, but it was useless. She was trapped, and Ryan knew it. He gripped her wrist to steady it, his fingers surprisingly gentle against her skin. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a wave of nausea rise up her throat, bitter and heavy, as if she might choke on it.

“Just let it happen,” he urged, his gaze locked onto hers, a mix of eagerness and something darker lurking behind it. “You’ve fought so hard for so long. You don’t have to anymore. I’m here now.”

As the needle pricked her skin, Jane gasped. A sharp, biting pain shot through her, and she fought to stay focused, but the warmth flooded in almost immediately, dulling the edges of her fear and pain. Panic clawed at her throat, but Ryan’s presence loomed over her, his voice soothing like a dark lullaby.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, his voice light, almost playful. “It’s natural to be scared.” He leaned closer, invading her space with an intimate familiarity that made her skin crawl, his breath warm against her. “But I’m not going to hurt you… not yet.” He smiled then, a slow, predatory grin that made her blood run cold. “I just want you to relax.”

Jane felt her heart racing faster, pounding in her chest like a drum, each beat a desperate plea for clarity amid the fog that enveloped her. The warmth from the drug seeped into her veins, pulling her deeper into a disorienting haze. Panic twisted in her stomach, making it churn as she fought against the intoxicating sensations spreading through her body.

This isn’t real. This isn’t real.

She forced her eyes open, the world around her blurring, Ryan’s face a distorted mask of desire and control. She could feel his hands on her skin, leaving trails of warmth and tingling in their wake. The familiar voice of her training echoed in her mind, urging her to fight, to push him away, but the heavy weight of the drug was seducing her, numbing her defenses, piece by piece.

“Shhh, relax,” Ryan whispered, his tone soft and coaxing. “It’s going to be alright.”

"Stop," she mumbled, but her voice sounded distant, barely breaking through the thick fog settling over her thoughts. The drug was blurring the lines of right and wrong, twisting the very fabric of her being.

His laughter echoed in the small room, a sound devoid of genuine amusement. “Oh, Jane. You’ll come to see it my way soon enough.” He leaned closer, the scent of him—sweat and something acrid—made her stomach turn. “You just need a little help to get there.” Jane didn't respond, she couldn't. He could feel Ryans hands on her skin, leaving trails of warmth and tingling in their wake. Her thoughts had faded, her mind static. “You’re so beautiful, you know,” Ryan murmured, his fingers gliding down to her stomach with a possessive slowness. “You deserve to be adored, cherished. And I’m going to give you that.”

Jane's heart raced, each pulse echoing a desperate plea for clarity amid the fog that enveloped her. She struggled to piece together her thoughts, fighting against the pull of Ryan’s words. Adored? Cherished? The idea felt foreign. But the warm haze of the drug was seducing her, and she could feel her defences crumbling, piece by piece. She forced her eyes to open. Ryans blurry face loomy over her, she could still feel his hands, but it was feeling unimportant now, distant, no longer nauseating.

“See?” he said softly, watching her eyes flutter, “You’ll feel better soon.”

She tried to summon the strength to push him away, but her body felt like lead, and her mind was spinning in circles. Each breath brought her further into the abyss, further away from her reality. The drug was blurring the lines of right and wrong, twisting the very fabric of her being.

“See how much better you feel?” Ryan continued, his fingers exploring her skin with an almost reverent touch, as if she were a fragile artifact he had unearthed. “You don’t have to hide anymore. This is who you really are. Beautiful, vulnerable… perfect.”

The way he looked at her made her skin crawl, but beneath the panic, there was a flicker of something else—an insidious whisper telling her that maybe, just maybe, she could give in, just for a moment. To let the world fade away. She felt herself teetering on the precipice between fight and surrender, the weight of the drug pulling her closer to the edge.

Fight. You have to fight.

But the sound of her own voice felt so distant, like she was trapped in a dream she couldn’t wake up from. She was lost in a haze of warmth and confusion. Her breath hitched in her throat. Heart pounding. Dizzy. Sensations flooding her senses.

I won’t give in. I can’t.

But the more she fought, the more the drug clawed at her mind, wrapping around her thoughts, pulling her deeper into the abyss.

“Good girl,” Ryan praised, and with those words, something inside her shattered. A crack formed in her defenses, and she felt the last remnants of her resolve slip through her fingers like sand.