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[serickswrites]

omg I just read "not listening" and it's so promising!! please continue it it's sooooo good!!

I am so glad you enjoyed it! Please enjoy another installment!

Part 1

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, knife, gag, cuts, video recording, threat of death

"Are you listening, Caretaker?" Whumper asked, not moving the camera from Whumpee's face. Whumpee's eyes were wide with fear and Caretaker could see blood trickling from where the knife point was at Whumpee's throat.

"Yes," Caretaker said quickly.

"Good," Whumper purred as they dragged the flat of the blade down Whumpee's neck. "Do exactly as I say and I won't keep doing this," they sliced along Whumpee's collar bone, drawing blood, "all over Whumpee."

"Please! Don't!" Caretaker shouted at their phone as they watched Whumpee try to squirm away from the blade as they moaned around their gag. "Please! What do you want from me?"

Whumper quickly flipped the camera so Caretaker could see their face. They stood in the darkened doorway of a room, their face obscured with a mask. "I want you to follow my instructions very carefully. I will call you in an hour to verify it's been done. Otherwise Whumpee won't enjoy that very much."

"What instructions? Don't! Please don't hurt them!" Caretaker's phone pinged with a text, but they ignored it. Whoever it was could wait.

"I've sent you a text. Complete it within the hour or Whumpee suffers." And they cut along Whumpee's shoulder.

"Stop! Stop! I'm doing it! Please don't hurt them." But Caretaker was talking to a dark screen. They had to hurry so Whumpee wouldn't get cut up further.

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[shes-some-other-where]

“I think you might be a good man.”

Prompt: Doorway

Contains: angst

He spun to see her in the cottage doorway, her chin held high.

“I really do just want to help you,” she said, speaking so quietly now that he struggled to catch each word.

She did. For some godforsaken reason, she had decided not to let him die. Not to sentence him to death.

“I don’t want you to be hurt because of me,” he said. “To get in trouble for my…”

My crimes.

My worthless life.

“That says a lot,” she said. “I think you might be a good man, you know.”

His eyes began to burn with tears.

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[autobot2001]

Another Attempt at a Warning

@mediwhumpmay: choke @themerrywhumpofmay: the backroom (Snippet for Hidden Killer) 

Three days passed, and as Sunstreaker thought, due to the suspension that the Holiday Killer is in the base and killed a soldier, not one soldier got the hint about leaving his friends alone. He's concerned about how frequently soldiers are targeting Jamie. Something he'll have to report to Lennox and Optimus, as dealing with the soldiers himself will eventually get him in trouble.   You know you'll get in trouble. Sideswipe reminds him. I can't watch them target her. You know how she is. Sunstreaker argues. Even after I tell Lennox and Optimus, this won't stop. Remember, Lennox already lectured the soldiers. This pisses me off about Jamie's past, along with what the soldiers are doing. Rarely does Sunstreaker feel Sideswipe get angry. I'll try a more gentle warning this time. Sunstreaker tells him. Sideswipe questions what Sunstreaker means, but won't stop him.

Sunstreaker follows the soldier out of the base and down the street to McDonald's. While the public place will make the task a bit harder, Sunstreaker isn't waiting until the soldier returns to the base.  Avoiding the soldier realizing  he's here is impossible.  Sunstreaker orders food to go but sits at a table across the restaurant from the soldier.  He can still smell the soldier's fear. Even while fearing why Sunstreaker is at McDonald's with him, the soldier finishes their meal and throws away their trash., Before going to the back of the restaurant. Sunstreaker knows the restrooms are there but is uncertain if there's another way out. He follows the soldier, shoving him into the backroom before the soldier can enter the bathroom.   He turns on the light, seeing the terrified soldier. He shoves them to the wall, wrapping his hands around the soldier's neck. "Listen up, fleshie, I am tired of you scumbags targeting Jamie and Lily. Leave them alone or to get next time won't be a warning!" He tightens his hold on the soldier's neck until the soldier starts gagging before releasing his hold and leaves the room to return to the table and finish his food.

A few minutes pass, and Sunstreaker watches the soldier rush out of the building, hoping the soldier will warn the others and the two femmes will be left alone.

[its-my-whump]

Medi Whump May - The Merry Whump of May - Day 30

@mediwhumpmay: choke

@themerrywhumpofmay: "Rain check." - Strained

Follow-up: Days 21 - 29

She was more than startled when his fearful eyes as big as those of an owl looked at her in pure panic.

Absolutely confused her mouth overpowered her mind. "I guess, you'll take a rain check on this topic then, mhm." But she felt equally panicked as he looked.

After 10 days dripping of despair he finally woke up.

It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't painless, but yet, afterwards, it was the best thing she had witnessed in a long time.

His vitals were spiking, it seemed that every machine had its own alarm signal and all of them needed to be tested at the same time.

He was chocking against the obstacle in his windpipe, fighting the air that was forcefully pumped into him against the human reflex to breath on his own.

More pain inflamed from his hurt body, when he tried to move away out of desperation and instinct.

The fear in his eyes was breaking her heart, sweat was already glistening on his forehead, while his body spasmed frantically. His hands clenched trying to grab the sheets to ground himself against the all consuming pain and panic, until they went for that thing suffocating him. Tears streamed down his distorted face, while more grunts slipped through between the tube and his lips. He was also trying to take air in through his nose, but it didn't help either.

Tonya was frantically pushing the call bottom while she had to witness his ordeal. The button still between her fingers, she grabbed for his hands and prevented him from pulling the tube out and injuring himself furthermore.

His heartbeat was overturning itself. All the alarms, so loud, filling the surrounding space as if they were standing directly under the engine of a starting yet.

That thing in his throat was killing him. All of him just hurt. A piercing sensation right in the middle of his chest, where that thing was. His ribcage was burning. His windpipe was just to tight for the obstacle in there. 'He was dying. He was surely dying.' So much pain. Some of it shot up from his leg, manifesting itself in his lower back. He couldn't breath. His whole upper body, no his whole body, was just one big pile of horror.

The frantic hammering of his heart, trying to explode out of his chest, only hurt.

There was a static ear piercing sound inside his skull. His head was about to implode the next moment. He wanted to breath, to swallow, to lose this consuming feeling of being suffocated. But the panic took all his thinking away. There was just pure instinct to get rid of that thing. He couldn't. In addition to all the pain, he was fighting against, there was a force keeping his arms away from his neck and his right hand was so damn heavy. He was about to fail.

The pain was overpowering him. He needed to fight it, this.

If he gave in now, he would surely die. But at least dying would be a relief of all this pain. Maybe that would be better. He was choking, but his hurting body was losing the fight. There was so much agony.

Ultimately something hitched, his eyes rolled back like someone was playing with marbles and his body went limp again.

Finally the door flew open and people stormed in.

TBC (here)

[shes-some-other-where]

A creature soft, yet wild

Prompt: “Did you have a bad dream?”

Contains: angst

Green eyes, a glittering midsummer aurora. Verdigris angels on the precipice between sky and earth.

Hands soft as moss, hair fine as spider silk. A creature soft, yet wild—untameable. A pixie, a will-o’the-wisp, a dove cooing into the dawn.

He woke with a gasp, reaching for fingers that yearned not for his. Pain in his chest. An ache in his throat. Tears in his eyes.

“Bad dream?” mumbled the convict beside him.

“Huh?”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Her face flashed in his mind again. “No.” He pulled in a long, rasping breath. “Just a dream. A happy one.”

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