#survival whump

[jordanstrophe]

CW: Blood loss, cold whump, collapse, open ending capture 

Whumpee gritted their teeth as they collapsed their shoulder against a tree. They huffed a breath of fridge air and looked down at the bloodstain on their shirt. It had grown since they last looked at it, blood was running down and tacking in the snow around their feet. 

They bit down on their folded sleeve and tried to stop the bleeding, hoping the pain and pressure was worth it. They had lost so much blood already... 

Before they could catch themselves, they slid down the tree and collapsed into the snow. They could barely feel the cold, it was only a sting crawling up their skin. 

Suddenly, a hand came from around the tree and clamped over their mouth before they could shout.  

"There you are. Snow really brings out your blood trail."

[anxiouscaretaker]

i don't even remember what motivated this bc i can't remember anything i saw in childhood that had this plot but even as a little baby whumper i loved "stranded" stories. characters getting stuck on an island, lost in the woods, etc. one of my earliest ocs had that as part of her backstory and it's been reworked over the years but that's still like. a significant part of her past.

i wish i could find whatever could have given me that interest bc i am in SUCH a mood for that kind of story rn

[alpaca-clouds]

Bad Things Happen: Hypothermia

I am basically near the finishing line for the @badthingshappenbingo (or rather for my first card of it). :) But this one ended up having four chapters once again.

And boy, I do have a lot of whump tropes in this one. Survival Whump, Wing Whump... Okay, just the two. But that is two cents and how did that joke go again?

Anyway: Hector and Abel go on a hike. Weather says: "No."

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Dehydration Whump

- Forgetting to drink water while doing physically-strenuous work and passing out

- The good old “Caught In A Desert” trope

- Crying so much, for so long, that they become dehydrated because of it

- Drinking saltwater out of heat-induced hysteria because they’re so thirsty

- Dry cracked lips and sunburnt noses

- Refusing to drink water while outside in winter because they’re afraid of hypothermia

[whump-in-the-closet]

weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability

[paingoes]

Whumper decides to leave whumpee out in the cold to punish them. They don’t realize just how cold or long it has been and become panicked when they realize whumpee has developed hypothermia. Whumpee wakes up in whumper’s bed, wrapped tightly against their chest as they try to restore whumpee’s temperature.

[sufrimientilia]

characters on the run

always so tired. driving for hours and hours in whatever shitty beater they find or steal, downing caffeine and too many five-hour energy shots pickpocketed from some gas station

sleeping cramped up in some bus or train seat, slumped over in a transit terminal, hoodie pulled up tight in the hopes of not being recognized

nodding off but jerking awake every single time, exhausted but hardwired to be paranoid even with caretaker's gentle touch and quiet reassurances trying to get them to rest

so much time spent running or fighting they eventually just crash. stoic characters slumped and snoozing, trying to keep watch and instead getting some much needed rest

lurching awake in a cold sweat, gasping and trembling, bandages wrapped tight up and down their torso

"we're safe here. i promise."

"it's okay-- it was just a dream, i didn't hear anything..."

shot or stabbed while trying to lose a chase. limping through crowds, desperately acting causal, traces of blood left on everything they touch

collapsing and drawing a scene, strangers asking questions and touching all over. having to slip away from concerned bystanders before actual help (or trouble) arrives

washing off in some shitty public bathroom and leaving behind a horror show of bloodied paper towels and smeared fingers all over porcelain, too out of it and in a rush to actually bother cleaning up

character bleeding out and semiconscious and caretaker doesn't know what to do, has nowhere to go. desperately trying to drag them along as the threat gets closer and closer, or hiding and waiting and begging for them to wake up

when it's too dangerous to go to a hospital. makeshift first aid in the back of some car, breaking into a vet clinic after hours, slumped over in a dank alleyway or dirty bathroom. shaking fingers and dim lighting and nowhere comfortable to recover

all of the places to lie low are sketchy as hell. trap houses, back rooms, dive bars, strip clubs, late night joints where passing acquaintances are somehow okay with shady strangers crashing on their couch. always surrounded by a bad crowd and caught up in seedy shit

wearing the same clothes which get increasingly fucked up. fabric lost to makeshift bandages or tourniquets, blood stains and sweat, the same hoodie passed between characters getting worn and sentimental

long sleeves, oversized clothes, shitty makeup, hoods and sunglasses and hats, anything to hide their identity and all of the bruises and cuts

barely any money to their name. having to choose between filling up on gas or eating, counting remnants of change, stealing food or dine and dashing out of necessity. barely scrapping by and working any job on the low, just oh so easy to take advantage of

getting sick, but it's not like they get a break from running. feverishly wandering around, catching concerned looks from strangers, never getting the chance to rest properly so they just get worse and worse

getting so desperate they eventually call for help. trembling and hunched over in a phone booth, nervously knocking on caretaker's door, so rundown and pitiful of course they wouldn't be turned away, where the fuck have they been?

[uuuhshiny]

Vladimir Verevochkin in Survival game (Игра на выживание)

After being repeatedly hit in the head (I will come to that later) he needs some stiches

[stars-obsession-pit]

The Fenton parents + the heroes vs the GIW

Danny has been captured by the Ghost Investigation Ward, and his parents are on a warpath to get him back (this could be some time after a past reveal-gone-right or Danny’s ghost form could have been revealed just now with them stepping up to support him).

Unfortunately, the GIW aren’t pushovers. Sure, their agents poking around in Amity Park weren’t the most competent, but the organization as a whole is a lot more powerful.

Powerful enough that despite their best efforts, Jack and Maddie know they won’t be enough on their own (even with the help of Danny’s friends). They can raid the local bases, but the more fortified ones pose a far greater challenge.

Thus, they need to get external help. And, well, what are superheroes for if not saving people?

The GIW may be a government agency (at least in theory - could have it revealed that their evils were very much unsanctioned and hidden from the official side of things), but heroes have fought for getting legal rights for Metas before. All they have to do us convince them to extend that to include Ghost rights too.

So the Fentons contact the Batman / the Justice League / (your heroes of choice) to enlist their aid.

(If it’s the batfam, maybe there’s an additional connection of Danny being friends with one of Bruce’s kids online. This serves double duty by giving the Fentons a reason to reach out to Batman (the endorsement of Danny’s friend from Gotham) and getting another person who is personally connected to Danny and worried about his safety. Or for some bonding-in-captivity stuff, maybe it’s Jason and he was captured too…)

Now with allies, the raids can begin. They just have to hope they’re not too late to save Danny before he is killed for real…

[where-is-my-whump]

Lost in Fuseta 1x01/02 Part 1 Part 2

Added the video for the sounds from the whumpee😫😩🤤😌😏☺️

[serickswrites]

Spare

Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, self sacrifice, forced to watch, drowning, mcd

"Please," Caretaker sobbed as Whumper stalked towards them, "please spare me, Whumper. Spare me." They couldn't stand this. Any of this. Whumper would torture them, kill them even, if given the chance. They couldn't let that happen to them.

"Why would I do that, Caretaker? Your terror is absolutely delightful. Especially compared to how stoic Whumpee is. I would much rather hurt someone who is openly afraid. It's much more," Whumper paused dramatically as they stopped short of Caretaker, "enjoyable."

Caretaker pulled on the cuffs keeping them restraint. "Please, please, spare me!"

"Take me instead," Whumpee offered quietly. They hadn't said much said Caretaker had screamed at them to shut up. Caretaker had wailed and wailed for hours, cursing Whumper and blaming Whumpee for being trapped.

"We're in this mess because of you!" Caretaker shouted when Whumpee had tried to comfort them. "I wish I had never listened to you!"

"I'm sorry, Caretaker. It's going to be ok. We're going to be ok."

"Whumper is going to torture us and kill us! How is that ok? I wish I had never listened to you. I hate you! I wish I never met you!"

Whumpee went silent after that. Caretaker hadn't cared. They were too absorbed in their own panic to care. Whumper was going to torture them both. They had to find a way out.

"Take me instead," Whumpee repeated. They didn't look at Caretaker. They didn't sound afraid. They stared at Whumper, their determination clear.

"You're volunteering for this?" Whumper cocked a brow. "You could die, Whumpee. Are you sure? You don't want to let Caretaker go in your place? They said some awful things earlier."

Whumpee nodded. "Take me. Hurt me. Leave Caretaker alone."

Whumper's grin grew. "Very well then, this will be fun, I can tell. You're going to prove to be quite the challenge, Whumpee." Whumper hurried over and unhooked Whumpee from the chains, still keeping their wrists cuffed. "We'll see how long you last. The brave ones either go pretty fast, or they last for a long time. Which flavor are you?"

Whumpee thrust their chin out. "You'll get to find out, but you can't hurt Caretaker."

Whumper nodded. "Yes, yes. Hurt you. Only you. Leave Caretaker alone. No problem."

Whumpee walked willingly with Whumper over to the large tub in the center of the room. It was rusty in spots and filled with cold, cold water. "Kneel," Whumper commanded.

Whumpee slowly got to their knees. They still didn't look at Caretaker. They stared straight ahead. Caretaker was too afraid to say anything. Too afraid to draw attention to themself. Surely Whumper would hold Whumpee under a few times and then leave them in a sopping sobbing mess.

"Let's see how long you can hold your breath for," Whumper said as they kicked Whumpee's legs wide and knelt between them. They held Whumpee briefly to their chest before shoving Whumpee's head below the surface.

Whumpee, to their credit, held very still for a while. They didn't move. Didn't thrash. Didn't try to buck Whumper off. They merely let their head be held under the water.

"Well this is dull," Whumper said as they held Whumpee's head beneath the water. "Let's make this more interesting." They punched Whumpee in the ribs hard.

Caretaker could see bubbles rush from Whumpee's lips. "That's cheating, Whumper! They weren't fighting!"

"Exactly," Whumper said as they put all their weight on the hand keeping Whumpee's head beneath the water. Whumpee bucked and thrashed wildly beneath Whumper's hand. "This is much more fun."

"They're drowning. You're killing them!" Caretaker shouted. Their heart hammered in their chest, fearing for Whumpee's life.

"They won't drown yet," Whumper said as they lifted Whumpee's head from the water. Whumpee gasped and choked, water spewing from their lips. "See? Not dead."

Before Whumpee could get a good breath or Caretaker could say anything, Whumper shoved Whumpee's head below the surface again. "Please! Don't kill them!" Caretaker begged. They had wanted to be spared. They had wanted to be safe. But they didn't want it to come at the cost of Whumpee being drowned to death.

"Killing them too quick will ruin my fun. I want this to last as long as possible."

Whumper repeated the process countless times. Caretaker's throat was raw from shouting at Whumper. But it hadn't mattered. Whumper had kept their word and only went after Whumpee. Caretaker remained untouched.

"Let's see if you can last just a bit longer, Whumpee. If you do, you're the longest lasting toy I've ever had. Isn't that wonderful?"

Whumpee's eyes were unfocused. Their chest heaved and it was unclear if they could even hear Whumper. Caretaker had to figure a way out. Whumpee couldn't last much longer.

Whumper shoved Whumpee completely into the tub, submerging Whumpee in the icy water. "This is much more fun this way."

"Whumper!" Caretaker shouted as Whumper stepped into the tub, pressing one boot on Whumpee to keep them below the water. Whumpee's legs flailed wildly as they tried to kick out. "Whumper! Let them go! Don't kill them, Whumper!"

Whumpee's foot connected with Whumper's knee and Whumper stumbled. With a growl, Whumper kicked Whumpee in the face. They knelt in the water, pinning Whumpee completely. Caretaker hollered and yelled for Whumper to stop, but Whumper couldn't hear over the splashing water. Whumper punched Whumpee over and over. Their anger was unrelenting. Rage contorted their features into a grotesque mask of anger.

Slowly, Whumpee's frantic kicking stopped. Slowly, Whumpee's thrashing in the water stopped. Slowly, the water grew still once more.

"Let them up, they can't breathe!" Caretaker urged Whumper.

But Whumper didn't acknowledge them. They ignored Caretaker and instead glared down at Whumpee beneath the water. "Whumper! Whumper!" Caretaker tried again. But Whumper ignored them.

Finally, after what felt an age, Whumper stood up. Caretaker didn't let out the breath they were holding. They wouldn't, not until they could see Whumpee breathing again. "Well, so much for longest lasting toy," Whumper finally said.

"What?" Caretaker's blood froze. No. No. This couldn't be true.

"I don't think anyone could have survived that, Caretaker. Whumpee's good, but five minutes below the water good? I don't think so."

"NO!"

Whumper reached beneath the water and grabbed Whumpee by the throat and lifted. Whumpee's head lolled in Whumper's hands. Their hair was plastered to their face, obscuring their features from view. Their limbs hung limply as Whumper lifted them higher. "Not my longest lasting, but certainly one of my most fun."

"Whumpee, Whumpee, say something!"

Whumper rolled their eyes. "Caretaker I told you, no one could have survived that long. Whumpee can't answer you. They're dead. See?"

Whumper tossed Whumpee like a ragdoll towards Caretaker. Whumpee landed in a heap where they remained unmoving. This couldn't be happening. Couldn't be true. Whumper stalked over and kicked Whumpee onto their back. Their body offered no resistance as they rolled.

"Whumpee, please," Caretaker whispered, refusing to believe Whumper. Whumper had lied before. Because if Whumper was telling the truth, then Whumpee had died in their place. After they said all of those awful things. Caretaker wouldn't be able to live with themself if this were true.

"Look, Caretaker, look," Whumper said with a dark chuckle as they brushed Whumpee's sopping hair off their face.

Something broke inside Caretaker as they stared into Whumpee's half lidded eyes. Something broke as they stared at Whumpee's slack jaw, their lips parted for the gulp of air they would never get. Something broke as they stared at Whumpee's lifeless body.

Caretaker sobbed, unable to articulate anything into words. This was their fault. This was all their fault. Whumpee was dead because they had been a coward. And they had said terrible things to Whumpee. And now Whumpee was dead. Had died thinking Caretaker hated them. Had died for Caretaker.

"Still," Whumper said as they stared down into Whumpee's lifeless eyes, "one of the most fun toys I've ever had. It's a shame they had to break."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[sparkchemy]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 2 - Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Artemy's dumb 16yo self on his first day in the Capital not looking both ways because there are no cars in Town-on-Gorkhon. Lucky for him, there was a kind bystander nearby...

(I will make these prompts work, just watch me xD)

@whumperless-whump-event

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Day 31: Bonus Day

Cape

“Your suit must include a cape,” cut the Designer dryly. “If you’re a Hero, you have to wear a cape.”

Hero squirmed uncomfortably:

“But- didn’t the Edna Mode School of Thought say-”

The end of this sentence died on their lips as Designer glared at them, waving dangerously with their scissors gliding in their hand:

“I know what they say. Do you fly?”

“N-no?”

“Then most of the risks are averted. All clothes have dangers, if you put it like that. You can trip on a scarf or on new shoes too.”

“But capes do nothing.”

“Excuse me? The propaganda has come too far!”

Designer rubbed their forehead:

“Look, if you’re cut from help and backup, trust me, you’ll be grateful for the extra fabric. You can carry things or a person with it. You can rip it apart for bandages. It can be used as a shock blanket or a way to protect anonymity. ”

“I-I didn’t think about that-”

“Exactly.”

Designer stepped forward and poked at their forehead:

“So you’re gonna walk out to the world with your shiny new suit, you’re going to heroically cover a citizen in need with your crazy useful cape, and you’re going to look damn good doing it. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Designer.”

"Don't be ungrateful to the Cape and its wonders. Or it will end you."

*

Aaand that makes 10 snippets. Thanks for the event @augusnippets, it's been fun !

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[alpaca-clouds]

A March of Whump - Exposure

Alright. The first day for @amonthofwhump's March Challenge. And the first fic I have to offer features both a rain/snowstorm as well as exposure.

It also features a desperate kid Trevor Belmont desperately trying to survive, as he is the last of the Belmont line.

[mj-iza-writer]

This is part two of my recent story. To set the scene. Whumpee is being held captive in Whumper's basement and has been there for a while, they have pretty much made peace with this, and behave for the most part. Caretaker is a doctor and was just kidnapped by Whumper. This way Whumpee isn't lonely anymore and will have their health needs taken care of. Caretaker plans on getting them both out of there.

Whumpee is nakey, just a warning.

Another side note: sorry it's long. I kept coming up with ideas and I didn't want to do a part 3.

Caretaker woke up stiff from sleeping against the wall.

"Oww", they winced as they stretched.

Whumpee looked up when they heard Caretaker moving.

"Goodmorning", Whumpee smiled.

"Good morning", Caretaker smiled weakly, "so question where exactly do we use the bathroom?"

Whumpee pointed at the bucket.

"You're kidding", Caretaker frowned.

"Unfortunately, I'm not", Whumpee sighed, "I won't watch, I promise", Whumpee turned away.

Caretaker sighed as they stood up, they had held it in all night so they didn't have many options.

"Okay, I'm done", Caretaker walked back to where they were sitting.

Whumpee looked down, "I'm sorry you were brought here. I feel like I'm to blame because I got sick. If master hadn't gone to the store, you may not have met them."

"It's not your fault Whumpee. Maybe this was supposed to happen so you could be found", Caretaker smiled, "don't blame yourself for this."

They both heard Whumper rushing around upstairs.

"What are they doing?", Caretaker looked up.

"They must be running late for work", Whumpee frowned, "I hope their boss doesn't......", Whumpee jumped when the door slammed shut, they buried their head in their knees.

"What Whumpee?", Caretaker asked in a concerned voice.

"Master has been oversleeping past their alarm for the past week or so. Their boss isn't happy", Whumpee shook, "they could get fired."

Whumpee looked up, "if they come home mad, please don't intervene. Just let them do whatever they plan to do to me, I'll be okay. I can't, I can't be alone down here again."

"What will they do to you though?", Caretaker shifted to lean closer.

Whumpee lowered their head into their knees again and sobbed, "I don't know."

Caretaker got up to comfort Whumpee.

"I'm sorry Whumpee", Caretaker gently laid their arm on Whumpee's back, "I'm sorry you've been here for so long, and no one knew it."

Whumpee shook.

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered, "the hardest part has been feeling like I've died every day since I made peace with being here. Wondering what happened that had me put here in this situation."

Caretaker nodded, "that does sound so hard."

Whumpee nodded, "I also wonder what my family is doing. I didn't have a good relationship with them, but I do wonder if they've looked for me", Whumpee lifted their head up, "I'm sorry to ask, but c-could I have a hug, I haven't had one in a long time. I understand if you don't want to because I'm naked....."

Caretaker quickly wrapped their arms around Whumpee, "of course you can have a hug. You've had to be brave for so long, I'm here now. We are going to get out of this, I promise. You won't be alone any longer."

Whumpee rested their head on Caretaker's shoulder, "okay", was all they could say.

Caretaker sat close to Whumpee until they could here Whumper come storming into the house.

The bars that locked the basement were slammed open, and Whumper stomped down into the basement.

"You", Whumper pointed at Whumpee, "because of you I lost my job. You had to get sick on me, I spent time trying to get you a friend, and because of all this. I lost my job."

Whumper pulled Whumpee up by their hair.

"I'm sorry Master", Whumpee winced, "please have mercy."

"I don't know how I'm going to take care of both of you, I was struggling with one and making ends meet. Now I have two to deal with", Whumper looked at Caretaker, "I'm not going without so I guess you two will."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper drug them around.

"I have to find another job now", Whumper yelled before tossing Whumpee across the room.

Whumpee fell to the floor and rolled until they crashed into the wall.

"Useless", Whumper mumbled as they started toward the stairs. They looked at the blankets in disgust, "I'm taking these away, prisoners like you two don't deserve comforts."

Caretaker went to Whumpee's side as Whumper marched up the stairs.

"Don't disturb me", Whumper yelled.

Caretaker gently rolled Whumpee onto their back.

Whumpee was unconscious at the moment, they frowned as they felt for a pulse.

"Whumpee", Caretaker whispered.

An hour passed before Whumpee moved.

They gasped as they tried to get up.

"Don't move too much", they felt Caretaker's hands hold them down.

"Where's Whumper?", Whumpee groaned.

"Upstairs, we need to be quiet so we don't disturb them", Caretaker sighed, "we don't need to risk them coming back down here again."

Whumpee looked around, "I know they took the blankets. What am I covered with?"

"My suit coat, I didn't want you to lose body heat", Caretaker frowned.

"Oh, but you'll get cold", Whumpee frowned, "and it will get gross being on me."

"It's okay, I'm not worried about it", Caretaker sat down, "I did a little bit of a checkup on you while you were unconscious, we really need to get you to a hospital."

"Is something wrong with me", Whumpee made a concerned face.

"You are severely malnourished and dehydrated", Caretaker sighed, "your body could start shutting down, and with all the shaking you do, I'm surprised it hasn't done it yet."

"Am I going to die?", Whumpee sat up slowly.

"Not if I have anything to do with it", Caretaker helped brace them up, "I have a plan", they whispered.

Days went past.

Caretaker monitored Whumper's behavior. They seemed to be in a constant state of drunkenness now.

Lots of planning went into what was going to happen. They had one shot. Their was a lot at risk.

It was late now.

Whumpee laid on the ground as they had practiced with Caretaker.

Caretaker raced up the stairs.

"Whumper", they yelled, "somethings happened to Whumpee, I have tried everything. I think they're dying."

Whumper staggered to the gate and opened it. In their drunken haste, they left it open.

As they went down the steps Caretaker gave them a quick shove causing them to fall down the last few steps.

Whumper looked up at Caretaker angrily, "you'll pay for that", they slurred, then looked over at Whumpee, "Whumpee?"

Whumper crawled to where Whumpee lay. They lifted Whumpee up.

Whumpee worked hard to stay limp, it was terrifying being in Whumper's hands and not protecting themself.

Whumper shook Whumpee a little before slapping their face harshly, "I do not give you permission to die."

A loud metallic sound made Whumpee jump.

They looked up quickly and saw Whumper falling to the side.

Caretaker stood a few steps away holding a frying pan. Their hands shook as they dropped it.

"How did you get that?" Whumpee sat up.

"They left the bars unlocked, I ran to get this while they crawled to you", Caretaker gasped, "I'm sorry it took so long. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay", Whumpee nodded, "what do we do now? They're going to wake up mad."

Caretaker pulled off their tie and started to tie Whumper's hands, "we need to work fast, and make sure they don't get loose. Do you know where there is more rope?"

Whumpee nodded and got up.

"See if you can find a phone also", Caretaker sighed as they finished the knots.

Once Whumper was completely tied, Caretaker reached for the phone.

"Let's go upstairs and lock the gate", Caretaker started toward the stairs.

"Okay", Whumpee followed, but looked back, "I feel bad."

"It's okay Whumpee, just a little bit of guilt, you probably have formed a trauma bound to them, but we have to get out of here", Caretaker reached for their hand, "I'm here. You will be safe now."

Caretaker called the police.

"Hello, this is Caretaker...", Caretaker started.

"Wait, Caretaker, as in doctor?", the operator interrupted, "we've been looking everywhere for you."

"I've been kidnapped, and unfortunately, I have no idea where I am. The kidnapper has another hostage here. They've been here for a while. We need help. I believe we are both in desperate need of medical care."

"Yes of course. We are working on locating you right now. Do you know the location of your kidnapper?", the operator questioned.

"Hopefully still unconscious in the basement. They've locked us down there this whole time", Caretaker frowned, "there's a lock on the gate."

"Okay, I have your location and we are rushing there now", the operator hurried.

"Okay, I need to get this patient ready for transport", Caretaker smiled at Whumpee, "should I stay on the line?"

"Yes, just in case anything happnens", the operator smiled, "is there any information I can have on the second hostage while you prep them."

Caretaker turned on the speaker, "you are on speaker with them right now."

"Whumpee I'm going to wrap you in a blanket. We will probably be separated for a little while we get treatment, but I promise I will be with you when I'm allowed to."

"You both will be taken to the hospital you work at. It is the closest one", the operator spoke up.

The police came in just as the operator finished getting Whumpee's information.

"Where is the kidnapper?", they hurried past them.

"Downstairs, I don't know if they're unconscious still. They were drunk, and I hit them in the head with a frying pan."

"Okay", they gave a weird look at Whumpee.

Whumpee frowned at Caretaker as they were loaded onto a gurney.

"It's okay Whumpee, we will be together again soon", Caretaker smiled as an EMT checked them, "I promise you won't be alone."

EMT took one look at Whumpee, and they were rushed to the hospital.

Caretaker now sat in a hospital bed waiting for an IV to finish.

A colleague came in to check on Caretaker.

"You made us all nervous when you didn't come back in for your shift. Your spouse had no idea where you where", the Colleague sat down, "then your car was on fire. It has been a hectic time since you disappeared."

"I can imagine, this past few days has been terrifying, but eye opening. In the short amount of time I was held there, I was so unsure of so much. This poor person has been there for a long time by themself, and when I got there, I was reassured by them. I learned so much from them. I want to help them", Caretaker smiled, "I don't think I would have made it without them, and I can't imagine them having to do it on their own.

"They are in ICU right now. You can tell they are scared of everything going on, but they are still so appreciative of everything", the Colleague reached for a water and offered it to Caretaker, "you are so dehydrated still."

"I know, did you see how bad they were?", Caretaker took some drinks.

"I did, there body was fighting to hold on. I'd say you found them just in time. Any longer they may not have made it", the Colleague stood, "can I do anything for you?"

"Could you tell my spouse to call me up here so I can talk to them. I know they have been worried and are patiently waiting for me to call them. Could I also go see Whumpee?", Caretaker laid back in the bed.

"As of right now, you both need to rest. I'll let you know when you can get up. I'll let your spouse know to call you", the Colleague went to the door, "glad to have you back, doc."

Whumpee had just finished talking to the detectives.

There was quite a dilemma as their was no missing person reports out for Whumpee. Their family had even moved to a different country around a year ago.

Whumpee had gone zero contact before they were kidnapped.

Whumpee now watched out the window.

The staff had found some spare clothes for them to wear when they were uncomfortable in the hospital gown.

Whumpee fidgetted with the clothes. It felt weird to be in clothes again. They were thankful for the mismatched outfit though. They liked all of it.

Several meals a day. The nurses were so kind and gave them so many blankets and pillows. They even had a teddy bear that Caretaker sent up to them.

"Caretaker, I miss you", Whumpee whispered.

"Knock, knock", someone gently tapped on the door, "are you Whumpee?"

Whumpee timidly nodded at the person.

"Oh good, no need to be nervous", the person smiled, "may I come in?"

Whumpee nodded again, but that was about the only thing they could manage. They were frozen in fear.

"I'm Caretaker's spouse", the person interrupted Whumpee's thoughts, "I wanted to meet you personally."

"Oh", Whumpee looked down shyly, thinking back to the awkwardness of being naked around Caretaker, "I didn't know they were married."

"Caretaker did that on purpose in case the kidnapper cane after me", the spouse smiled.

"I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered, "I was the reason they were kidnapped."

"No, no. You have nothing to apologize for. I am so glad you were both saved. You helped my love get through all of that.... you're my hero."

"I-I am", Whumpee frowned.

"Yes", the person came closer, "Caretaker says hello as well. They are not allowed to leave their room yet. I came up here to give them a change of clothes, and I wanted to meet you as well. I thankyou so much for helping them through that, you helped them remain calm, and get through it. You helped them find a way to get out as well."

Whumpee frowned, "thankyou so much, I-I don't know what to say."

"That's alright", the person smiled, "I'm so glad we were able to get you out of there."

The nurse came in.

"I apologize, but Whumpee needs to eat a meal and get some rest", the nurse smiled at Whumpee.

"Oh, I should go then?", the spouse started toward the door.

"No please", Whumpee's voice cracked as they held back tears, "I-I don't want to be alone."

The spouse turned toward the nurse, "I'm happy to stay with them while they eat. Caretaker says they crave company more than anything. They've been by themself for so long."

"Okay, that is perfectly fine" the nurse smiled, "I'll bring in their meal."

As Whumpee ate, they excitedly told Caretaker's spouse about everything Caretaker did for them while in the basement.

Whumpee yawned after a while.

"I'm sorry", Whumpee sighed, "I get tired really fast."

"That is perfectly alright, you've been through a lot", the spouse stood and pulled the covers up for Whumpee, "get some rest. I am going to go though, I need to talk to Caretaker again, and I'm going to go to work after this, alright."

"Y-yes, thankyou for staying with me, I really", Whumpee yawned again, "I really appreciate you doing that."

"You're welcome, good night Whumpee."

"They're coming home with us right?"

Caretaker jumped and looked at the door, "geesh give the trauma victim a heart attack why don't you."

"I'm sorry", their spouse grinned as they came in.

"They broke my heart, they asked for me to stay with them while they ate", the spouse sat down, "they're coming home with us when they get discharged... right?"

"I would like them to, from the sound of it their family moved away and doesn't seem to care. Whumper is locked up permanently. It's up to them of course. But I would absolutely love to have them move in and be in our family", Caretaker sighed, "I promised them I wouldn't leave them alone, I want to keep that promise."

"I'll start preparing the bedroom", the spouse grinned happily.

"We don't know if they're going to move in though, we need to.....", Caretaker started.

"Gives them a bigger reason to move in, they already have a room ready", the spouse grinned, "I can't wait to have that sweetheart in our family."

"Don't go overboard", Caretaker sighed, "at least wait until they get comfortable."

"To late sweetie", their spouse leaned on for a kiss, "I gotta go, but I am so happy to have you home."

"Me to", Caretaker smiled, "I love you."

A few weeks passed, Caretaker had been discharged and had even begun working again.

They constantly visited Whumpee.

Whumpee had already excitedly agreed to move in.

They were getting stronger and stronger, but it would take years to undo the damage Whumper had done.

Whumper's trial was swift. Life in prison with no chance of getting out.

"It's their time to be locked up now", Caretaker told Whumpee as they read the report, "do you feel okay with that happening to Whumper?"

"I'm sad about it, but I know it's good that they will be locked up", Whumpee nodded, "my therapist says I have what they called Stock-Stockholm Syndrome", Whumpee frowned, "they say through time I will get better."

"Yes", Caretaker nodded, "your therapist is correct, and through time, you will heal. We both will."

"Are you seeing a therapist too", Whumpee looked up with a concerned face.

"Yes", Caretaker nodded, "just to help with some things that I experienced. It's good to see a therapist."

"That's good", Whumpee nodded.

"More good news, you'll be getting discharged pretty soon. My spouse has your room ready", Caretaker smiled, "I think you will absolutely love it."

"I'm just happy not to be alone anymore", Whumpee smiled.

"I promise, you will never be alone like that again", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee limped out to Caretaker's new car.

They did a final wave to the nurses and doctors who took care of them during their stay.

Everyone smiled as Caretaker drove away.

Whumpee turned to Caretaker.

"I can't believe this is happening. I only fantasized about this.... I never thought it would truly happen."

"It's happening Whumpee", Caretaker smiled, "your new life starts now."

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Silas and Wren 2.0 #4

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Warnings: dubcon, strangulation

He bounced on Master’s cock, forcing out a moan as if it felt good. Sweat dripped down his back. 

It was hard work, pleasing his master, but he was good at his job and it would be over soon.

Master’s hand wrapped around his neck, and he flipped them over. He slapped him across the face once, twice.

Master thrust into him, his hand tightening around his neck, and it was fine- masters sometimes liked choking him.

Master fucked into him deeper, and the angle was nearly nice when his hand squeezed again, cutting off his air. It was fine-

Except he didn’t let up.

“Master,” he choked out, “wait!”

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

Master moaned above him, and wrapped his other hand around his neck, pressing him down into the mattress.

“Ple-” black fuzziness swarmed his vision- “ase-!”

He pried at the fingers around his throat, but they only dug in harder.

Master was strangling him-

Master was killing him-

He fought and fought, thrashing and bucking, desperate for air- for Master to get off of him-

But it was useless, his struggle was only making him weaker-

 His body went limp as the life drained out of it.

He’d done his duty perfectly, and death was his reward.

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Wren woke up gasping. He stumbled out of bed to look in the mirror. No angry marks, no bruises, nothing.

He tore off his clothes, standing bare in front of the mirror.

Nothing. 

Despite the ache in his thighs and the struggle to catch his breath, there wasn’t a single mark on him.

Wren picked up his shirt again, but he hesitated.

It had been several days since Master had bought him, and Wren still had not been naked in front of him.

He should have been inspected ages ago.

Wren lingered in front of the mirror. He looked fine. He’d always been average; not tall nor short, with light brown eyes and red-brown hair.

‘Average’ had worked well for him so far, but what if Master didn’t like his body and opted to return him?

Wren shook the thought from his head. No one wanted to fuck a depressed slave. Masters wanted pleasure, and pleasant faces to look at.

He pulled on his clothes, fixed his hair, and headed downstairs. It was just after sunset, and he needed some food in his belly before Master Silas grew hungry.

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“Morning, Wren,” yawned Master Silas.

“Good morning, Master.”

Wren picked at the omelet he had made. It had looked so good in the pan, but he felt hands around his throat every time he swallowed a bite.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, master. Just tired.”

“Alright.”

Wren jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Silas said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Wren shook his head, sitting stock-still as Master’s hand slid up to his neck.

Wren closed his eyes. Don’t strangle me, don’t strangle me-

But Master only pressed a cool, gentle kiss to his throat before biting down.

It didn’t hurt; in fact it felt nice on the phantom pains that his dream had left behind.

If Master Silas did decide to kill him, Wren would scarcely notice, and that was a blessing.

Warm blood trickled out of the wound, and he could distantly feel the tug of Master drinking. 

Silas’s fingers twitched on the side of his neck, and icy-hot fear shot through him. Please please please no-

Master pulled away, and Wren felt dazed. Dizzy, like the world had decided to spin around him.

“Are you alright?”

Master’s voice was far away.

“Mhm.”

Master Silas pushed his plate towards him. “You should eat more.”

Wren whimpered. He didn’t want to; he’d throw up.

“Wren,” Master said, and the room snapped back into focus.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“You need to eat.”

“I- I can’t,” he said, staring down at his plate. The omelet looked back at him. Cold. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

Silas walked away, and Wren’s heart sank. He was surely getting something to punish him with.

“How do you make tea?” Master asked.

“Huh?”

“Tea,” he said again. “What are the steps?” Master Silas opened a cupboard and through his dizziness Wren could see a box of tea on the shelf.

“You- you boil some water.”

Master took the shiny new kettle off the stove, filling it at the sink. He flipped on the burner, the gas light sparking blue flames.

“Then what?”

“You get a mug,” Wren said dumbly, “and put a tea bag in.”

Master pulled a mug down from a shelf and selected a bag.

The kettle started to whistle. It hurt his ears.

“And then you just… pour the water in.”

“Anything else?”

Wren rubbed his eyes. “Some people put in sugar… or lemon…”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly a warmth brushed over his hand.

Wren looked down; a mug of warm tea had been shoved in front of him.

“Drink your tea,” said Master, “you look awful.”

“Okay,” he said weakly. He sipped at the mug. It was sweet and lemon-y, and it calmed his anxious throat.

“Better?”

Wren nodded wordlessly. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually had tea. It was a luxury most Masters didn’t give him, but he couldn’t bring himself to really enjoy it.

Master had said he looked awful. Wren closed his eyes before he could start to cry. He had never cried prettily enough; and it certainly wouldn’t help Master’s opinion of him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“It’ll pass,” he choked out. “Please.” Please don’t punish me.

Silas held up his hands. Wren eyed him, exhausted and wary.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll let you be.”

No, Wren wanted to say, I’ll be good for you; don’t leave!

But the words wouldn’t come.

Master Silas turned and was gone.

And Wren was left all alone with a meal he couldn’t bear to eat and a half-empty mug.

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