#electrocution whump

[medicwhumpee]

whumpay day 2: "paralytic drug"

@whumpay

katya couldn't move. her eyes flitted across the ceiling, waiting for something- anything- to happen. the last thing she remembered... pain. and now, she could barely feel her limbs, let alone any painful sensations.

"hello, miss malinov."

she couldn't see who was speaking, since they didn't come into her field of view. and then, she couldn't see at all, as dark, thick glasses were placed over her eyes and fitted around her head with a strap.

"this virtual reality headset will track your eye movements. if you make the right choices, i will grant you certain privileges. if you choose wrong, you will be punished accordingly."

a terrible vision came to life in front of her eyes. xiaoyan was tied to a chair, her head lolled forwards with two black eyes, bruises and wounds littering her body. a gun was pointed towards her... held by hands that resembled katya's own.

"you need to kill her, my dear. put her out of her misery. if you blink twice in succession, you will end her life."

no, no. she couldn't. katya's thoughts were sluggish, and she didn't know what was real. but she knew she couldn't kill her friend.

"they've abandoned you, you know. they're not looking for you. go ahead. kill her. she left you for dead."

that couldn't be true, katya refused to believe that.

"you have five seconds to make your decision."

katya already knew her decision. she refused to kill xiaoyan, or anyone who didn't deserve it.

"tsk, tsk. perhaps next time, you'll make the right choice."

a horrible shock went through her, her body trembling and shuddering, her back arching from the intense tearing pain all throughout her body. she couldn't even cry out.

"now, let's try again. i'll give you one minute to reach your decision. i can do this all day, miss malinov... can you?"

[sickfictropes]

Thoughts on ptsd symptoms for a whumpee who was often electrocuted (via VERY strong taser)?

ooh okay!! i had to do a little research but an electric shock can cause a lot of long-term damage: physical, neurological, and psychological. to focus on the PTSD element, here's what i found from some case studies.

-Irritability, frustration, anger, and physically aggressive behaviour have been described after electrical injury in persons without preinjury mood or personality disorders.

-they might experience all the common symptoms of PTSD including mood changes, flashbacks, nightmares and insomnia, behavioral changes, etc.

-i couldn't find anything about what potential flashback triggers might be, but i can imagine it might include things like being cornered, situations in which another party might have a weapon, lingering physical pains like neuropathy, loud sounds, burns, and any other things that might remind the person of the specific circumstances of their injury.

thanks for asking me things and i hope this was helpful in some way!

[3-2-whump]

Wow Birthday Event Day Four:

Electrocution

I’ve never drawn this specific torture circumstance before, so if the poses are off or the expression is bad, go lightly, I am still learning 🙇🏻‍♀️

[livingforthewhump]

here’s what vert’s brother is up to :)

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Oliver slumped to the floor, the chains underneath him rattling and digging into him. His chest rose and fell harshly, but he still managed a grin.

Warren stood over him, intimidating even as he secured a bandage over his bleeding forearm. “You know, I really thought we had moved past this, pet.” His voice sounded sincerely disappointed. “Yet the second I take your manacles off you choose to attack me.”

“Shows how smart you are.” Oliver spit blood out of his mouth, smarting from where he’d been punched, and resumed grinning cheekily.

Warren seized the front of his shirt, practically lifting him off the ground. “I have half a mind to rip that tongue right out of your mouth,” he growled.

Oliver raised his eyebrows in consideration. “Let me know if you make up your mind.”

Warren dropped him back on the ground, smirking when he collapsed into coughs and delivering a kick to his ribs. “See, I would just gag you, but you’d be just as insufferable when I take it off no matter how long you’ve had it on. I think you need something more…interactive, to teach you.”

“Oh? Do tell,” Oliver coughed out, wincing when a boot pressed down on his chest.

“I think I would rather show you.” Warren leaned his weight onto Oliver’s chest before turning around and retrieving two small black bands. He dropped to one knee beside the boy on the floor. Oliver noticed with some considerable aggravation that even when Warren got down to his level, he only ever got down on one knee. Kneeling on two was too close to a pet’s position for him.

Warren grabbed one of Oliver’s wrists, holding it still in one hand while he clasped one of the bands around it. It fit perfectly, the seams melting into each other. Oliver got the uncomfortable feeling it had been measured to fit him. The slight, almost silent buzz of electricity hummed in the air.

“What is that?” He felt a hitch of fear in his chest, just enough to make his voice catch a little, but he could tell Warren knew. He hated that Warren knew. And, of course, when he was feeling this angry, it was a lot harder to shut his stupid mouth. “I wish I’d known you were making us friendship bracelets; I don’t have anything for you.” Oliver pouted.

One of Warren’s hands drew back suddenly, and Oliver flinched on instinct, expecting a hit, but none came. After a beat of horrible anticipation, the hand grabbed his jaw, jerking his head to make him look up.

There was a dark look in Warren’s eyes. “You’ll learn soon enough that getting a hold on your tongue is in your best interest, pet.” Then he broke into a gleeful smile, that same chilling anger in his eyes. “The longer you take to learn, the more fun it is for me.”

Before Oliver could react, Warren seized his other wrist and clasped the wide black band around it. He jerked out of Warren’s hold, trying to ignore the fact that he was only able to because he had let him. Warren had done what he wanted to do.

Ignoring the man still kneeling beside him, Oliver turned to inspecting the bands he now wore. They were sleek black, settling perfectly against his skin, though almost a quarter of an inch thick. On the inside of the wrist on each one there was a small raised box.

“What are these?” Oliver growled.

Warren smirked. “Would you like me to show you?” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slim remote. Oliver eyed it with distaste as it flipped around a few times in Warren’s fingers.

“Watch this,” Warren said with a wink, pressing a button. Oliver was in the motion of rolling his eyes when his wrists shot together, suddenly bound in place by the two black bands. His mouth gaped, much to Warren’s amusement. “There’s a magnet in there,” he crooned, tapping Oliver’s nose playfully. Oliver snarled at him as he continued. “Under my control. You can be restrained so easily now, with just a tap of my finger.”

Warren’s finger caught underneath Oliver’s chin as if in emphasis, tilting his head towards him to better study his reaction. Oliver hated it, hated being on display like this. He felt utterly helpless at the knowledge that he couldn’t even fight back against this. It was at Warren’s beck and call, completely. No matter how hard he fought, Warren always had a way to tie on new puppet strings and force him to dance.

“Wanna know what else those lovely little things can do?” Warren asked, and Oliver’s heart quailed at the note of excitement in his voice.

“I really, really don’t,” Oliver muttered. He rotated his wrists as much as he could in an attempt to inspect them, but fell still as Warren began fiddling with the remote again.

“Usually I’ll give you something to bite down on, but for now…” he trailed off as he clicked down hard on a button.

Oliver’s vision went white. Fire ripped through his veins, tearing his nerves to shreds. A sharp paIin cracked against his skull as he writhed and spasmed uncontrollably. He couldn’t tell how much of it was involuntarily trying to escape, and how much was out of his control entirely.

Then, suddenly, it stopped.

His chest heaved as he went entirely limp. Somehow he had ended up on the ground. The ceiling spun dizzily above him, and he closed his eyes against it. Oliver opened his mouth to gulp in more air and almost choked on the blood collecting in his throat—had he bit his tongue? Warren’s comment about giving him something to bite wormed its way into his mind, and he forcefully rolled onto his side to glare at him.

Spitting blood out of his mouth and trying to ignore the tears wetting the sides of his head, he bared his teeth. “Never do that again.”

Warren laughed, a spark of excitement in his eyes that made Oliver far more afraid than he cared to admit. “Never? Just look at you. You’re glorious like this. You’re lucky I even stopped it.”

Oliver snarled at that, a cough catching in his throat. “You’re sick.”

“It doesn’t matter what I am. I own you now, pet, and you are going to learn to listen to me.” Warren reached out to grab Oliver’s chin, fingers digging in hard when he tried to pull away. “Spray bottles are known to work to train bad dogs, right? I just figured you needed a more…enthusiastic form of correction.”

Oliver’s face screwed up in anger. “You fu—”

The hand holding his chin disappeared, instantly replaced by the same searing electricity. It seemed to go longer this time, an entire sea of pain building up in him, leaking out through his grating screams and his tears.

When it was finally over, Warren’s hand pulled his mouth open, pressing lightly at his tongue. Oliver groaned in protest, but was still too overcome with the shocks to pull away.

“Your tongue is going to swell up if you keep biting it like that,” Warren tutted, snapping his jaw closed and ruffling his hair with bloodied fingers. “But that’s okay, you’ll be cute with a lisp—wanna go again?”

Oliver shakily lifted his bound wrists to flip him off.

Warren’s nose crinkled with the force of his grin. “I agree.”

And he pressed the button.

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[evilwriter37]

How do you feel about electricity torture whump? It’s my favorite next to stabbing.

Oooh, I haven’t been able to use it all that much because of my setting, but it’s really so much fun! I do love it! One of the fics I want to write, (hopefully soon), involves some of that!

[jordanstrophe]

Another shock pulsed through whumpee’s body as they let out an agonizing scream.

Whumper slammed their fists down with a sigh as whumpee went limp.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, you’re really driving up my electricity bill.” They scoffed. 

"M-my sincerest ap-apologies..” 

[wholesomewhump]

Theo Raeken | Teen Wolf | 6x15

[eternalwhumper]

Here’s another robot whump scenario. Robots get punished with electric shock it can be anything that uses electricity taser, shock baton, cattle prod. You name it it’s used on the robot.

[jordanstrophe]

Be a Good Guest, part 8

CW: Whump, failed escape attempt (again...) kidnapping, electrocution, choking *inhales* intimate, possessive, creepy, protective, parental whumper, slapping, blindfold, restraining, shackles mentioned, manhandling, angst, so much angst with a seasoning of despair. No happy ending for this chapter at least :c

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Walter was happy today, dancing and humming as he moved about the house with the radio playing a cheerful song. Gabriel didn’t even have the chain shackled to his leg today, he did still have the tracker in his neck of course, but if he pretended that it wasn't there, it almost felt like a normal ordinary morning.

“Good morning, little one!” He smiled. “Gmorning..” Gabriel gorged. He stood with his arms crossed while swaying on his feet, his eyes half open. He was hardly sleeping, the bed still felt foreign to him as he would just stare blankly at the ceiling. 

He was homesick. As lonely as his crammed apartment was back at home, he would rather be lonely, then here. He felt two arms slither around his waist from behind as he gasped with chills running up his spine. 

“Please don’t touch me!” He barked, jumping from his grasp and pinning himself against the wall.

“It was just a hug” He giggled, extending his arms out. Gabriel shook his head no as he refused to budge from his corner. Walter sighed as his arms fell crossed. “Are you still scared of me?” He asked.

He didn’t respond, his eyes just darted around the room to everywhere but his burning gaze. “Come now, Gabriel, It’s been a week. I’m doing everything I can to keep you happy, can’t you give it a little effort?” He asked, his voice growing impatient. “I just...I don’t want to stay here, please...” He begged. 

Walter’s face fell with sheer disappointment. He sighed as he slumped onto the piano bench, tapping his nail against the wood as an invitation for him to sit. Gabriel silently shook his head no once more, cringing and squeezing his eyes shut when he heard him abruptly stand up. He knew he was testing the waters a bit, but maybe he could pity himself out of this. He wouldn’t hurt him for something this mild, right?

*Slap*

His cheek burned as his whole body hit the fridge door. His lip that had just healed from the car crash splitting once again as blood smeared across the fridge. Gabriel took a shuttered breath as his hand gripped the door handle with his other hand on his red cheek. 

“Wh-what is wrong with you!?” Gabriel shrieked. “Are you crazy!?”

He regretted his words instantly as a hand wrapped around his throat, pinning him against the fridge as he fell silent. Walter rested his other arm over his head against the fridge as if he wasn’t already presenting enough dominance. He wasn’t squeezing his throat very tight at least, it was just enough to scare the daylight from him.

“I’m getting real tired of your constant disrespect, young man. You live under my roof, the least you can do is show an ounce of thankfulness for everything I do for you.” He hissed in his ear. Gabriel whined against his hand around his neck as he pressed his back against the fridge. The hand retracted as Walter’s fingers moved to wrap around his chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met.

“Tell me you’ll behave.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I-I’ll behave...” He whispered.

“Little louder.”

Gabriel’s eyes darted down, he was just doing this to be purely dominant now.

“Gabriel if you disobey me one more time I’m taking you to the basement.”

“I’ll behave!” He yelped.

“Good boy.” He smiled, his hand moving from his chin to lovingly caress his face as he slightly flinched. “Go sit down now, breakfast is almost done!” He smiled.

It was disgusting how he could change his mood in a flash. Gabriel’s legs felt numb as he struggled to walk to the table, slinking on the seat. He kept his wide eyes forward, too scared to move or even breathe too hard in fear of attracting anymore unwanted attention.

There was a clattering sound with a splash of water as Walter dropped a full cup of hot tea. “Drat!” He yelled, hissing and cursing under his breath as steam fumed off his soaking clothes. He grabbed his boiling wet robe and tossed it over the chair to get it off, before marching off to his room for a change of clothes. 

Gabriel sat wide eyes staring at the robe pocket opened just enough he could see the cluster of keys poking out.

Gabriel didn’t even think twice about the consequences as he reached into the pocket, grabbed the keys and bolted. They were much heavier than he expected, with about two dozen medieval looking keys hooked on a loop. His hands trembled as he fumbled with it, trying each one in the keyhole to the main door. The window, unfortunately, was out of the question, Walter made sure of that with metal bars after his pitiful first escape attempt.

He could hear Walter in the other room opening and slamming drawers, there wasn’t much time left. He was about halfway through and none of them had worked yet- 

*click*

One had finally fit as he bolted out the door. He still had a tracker in his neck, but all he had to do was outrun him, right? He felt his pulse beat through his body, his head pounding as he sprinted up the hill. He had been here before, but this time he was free of the chain dragging him down, the thing that screwed him over the first time. Finally, he made it to the road. He stood there, looking left, then right.

No cars… No one ever came here. He ran down the road, there wasn’t a soul in sight. He slowed to a stop as his lungs started burning, his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. He stopped when he thought he heard something… Chattering? Laughing? No, that was too good to be true. He took a deep breath and held it, trying to listen as he straightened up, spinning around trying to figure out where it could have come from. 

There it was again, a laugh. It was coming from the other side of the road near a trail. There must have been hikers! He bolted in the direction, following the cheery voices of what sounded like a small group of people having a laugh. He could see movement through the branches as his chest leapt with relief…

Finally, finally! He made it! There were people right there, just a few yards away!  “Heey!” He hollered, staggering through the woods. “PLEASE HELP ME!” He cried. He did it… He had made it out. 

His cries for help were interrupted by his own screams as a shock spiked through his body. What felt like thousands of needles stabbed through his neck forced him to plummet to the ground. After a couple of seconds, it stopped as he found himself lying in the dirt on his back, his hand held to his neck as he heaved for air. He scampered to his feet, before he could take a step, the full weight of someone tackled him from behind, pinning him to the ground on his chest with a hand tightly woven around his lips. 

His screams and crying were muffled as he fought back, digging his knees into the dirt trying to push the man off, who kept his arms and head pinned to the ground. He could hear the voices commenting the strange noise they heard in the woods, but brushing it off as some animal romping around. 

“But it sounded like a voice.”

“It’s just your imagination, or just another hiker, who cares?”

Tears swelled in his eyes as he was forced to watch the group walk by. He stayed pinned to the ground for several more minutes until they were long gone, the forest grew silent with their passing. The weight pressing against his back quickly became agonizing as his distressed noises were muffled. 

His hand retreated as he instantly shouted for help, electricity pulsed through his body again. His back arched off the ground in the man’s arms as he was held. “Gabriel, stop this right this instant!” Walter hissing in his ear after lifting off the trigger.

Gabriel went slack in his arms, his body still quivering. Walter got off him as he continued to lie still in the ground between his feet obediently. 

“Get up.” He ordered.

Gabriel blinked his eyes open, his tears mixing with the dirt on his face as he looked up with a pitiful expression. Walter only stared him down as he finally sighed in submission, slowly crawling to his feet. 

“Walk. Let's go.” He ordered. “You’re going to behave, and walk all the way home. Do you understand?” He growled. Gabriel flinched into a nod as he wobbled on his feet. Walter pointed to the direction of the cabin as Gabriel held his arms tightly to his chest as he shakily cowered past him. 

He was forced to walk in front, as Walter loomed behind him making sure he stayed in check. He lost his footing at one point and fell to the ground, only to be roughly grabbed and ripped to his feet. 

The cheerful music was still playing when he was shoved into the cabin. His hair was roughly grabbed as Walter dragged him along, ripping the basement door open. 

“W-wait..” He rasped. 

He was ignored as he was thrown onto an old wooden chair. Cuffs and shackles already built into it clamped over his wrists, ankles and neck tightly. He could still hear the happy music playing on upstairs.

“Wait! P-please!” Gabriel begged, tears dripping down his face as a blindfold was secured over his eyes. “Please don’t! You don’t have to do this!” He sobbed. He felt a hand rest in his hair, gently petting him. 

“Yes I do, little dove. Because you made me. This is for your own good.” He planted a kiss in his hair. “Since you want to be cut loose like a wild animal so badly, you can stay here, where it’s safe until you learn what’s good for you. That I’m good for you.” 

Gabriel heard his footsteps stomping up the stairs as the basement door slammed, muffling the joyful music playing like some sick fever dream.

“PLEASE! Don’t leave me here, I’m begging you!” He sobbed, his voice cracking. 

His cries were ignored as the house fell silent. He only saw darkness, as all he could do was listen to his panicked breath.

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