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Febuwhump: day twenty-five
Prompt â waterboarding ( @febuwhump prompts)
PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THIS SNIPPET IS VERY GRAPHIC, VERY TRIGGERING FOR CHOKING, SUFFOCATING AND GENERALLY VERY DARK!
TW: waterboarding (VERY DETAILED) interrogation, team Whump, leader whumpee, interrogator Whumper, nonchalant torturer, traumatic event, suffocating, choking, gagging, vomiting, spewing, dissociation
PLEASE AGAIN READ THE TAGS MIND THE WARNINGS
Henchmen led Whumper down into the basement where they held the Hero team. Whumper followed, hands in the pockets of their black combats, eyes skimming the cold stone walls as they waited for Henchmen to open the door.
âSupervillain said they refuse to talk,â said Henchmen to Whumper, looking back over their shoulder at them and frowning. âSaid youâre the best interrogator in the city.â
âYeah?â Whumper asked, tilting their head, tone bored. âHigh praise from Supervillain.â
âYou donât look like a good interrogator.â
Whumper let out a small hmph of a laugh which Henchmen went pale at. âIâ I mean, itâs justâ youâre young. You look younger than me.â
âLooks can be deceiving,â said Whumper with a shrug, half lidded eyes on Henchmen and the door. âI get paid hourly, so if you want Supervillain to pay me more, which I would appreciateââ
Henchmen shook their head and turned their attention back to the lock. âRight sorry.â
Whumper leaned their back against the wall and repressed a sigh. They werenât a very patient person, which probably came with the job description but how many times had they had this same conversation with other employers.
The lock finally clicked and Whumper pushed off the wall, grabbing the door as they passed Henchmen. They met Henchmenâs eyes, looking up at them with the same blank expression they usually wore.
âListen, henchmen, it gets pretty bleak when Iâm interrogating. You sure you can stomach it?â
Henchmen nodded, though their face expressed their hesitance. âSupervillain said I had to accompany you.â
Whumper blinked, then glanced back at the stairs up to Supervillainâs house before sighing.
âFine. If you want to impress him so damn much.â
Henchmen blushed, flustered. âIâ Iââ
Whumper was already walking down the stairs to the Hero team, ignored Henchmenâs embarrassment.
âYou coming or what, sycophant?â
âUh, yes!â Henchmen said and closed the door after them.
Whumper stood at the gate of the powered cell, frowning at the Hero team inside. Their eyes passed over each of them, Whumper knew some of them from the news. Especially the tallest one, Leader. One look at them and Whumper knew they wouldnât talk if Whumper broke every bone in their body. The rest of them⊠well, Whumper had more faith in their own talents than the other memberâs resilience.
Whumperâs eyes landed on a familiar face sitting furthest from the door, their lips twitching as they met Rogueâs eyes from across the room. Henchmen was getting to work opening the gate when Rogue spoke.
âWhumper?â Rogue asked, their voice a mix of confusion and fear. The rattle of chains as Rogue shifted forwards in the dimly lit cell, squinting.
âHey, Rogue. Funny meeting like this, huh? How have you been?â
âGood,â said Rogue in that same guarded tone.
âRogue?â Leader asked. âWho is this?â
âAn old friend,â said Rogue, swallowing, their eyes going back to Whumper as Henchmen opened the gate and Whumper stepped through. âWe grew up in the same neighbourhood.â
âMmm,â Whumper hummed fondly. âIn the Grouts of the city, eh, Rogue? Howâs your mum?â
âSheâs good.â
Whumper smiled. âGood, good. Tell her I say hi. Sheâs a lovely woman.â
âI will.â
âGood to see you, I hope you know this is all just business,â Whumper said gesturing to the cell and themselves with their hand.
âYou donât have to hurt us.â
Whumperâs smile melted from their face, eyebrows raising. âOh? Your team are all loose lips, huh? Youâll just tell me about Superhero and his secret weapon?â
Rogue went quiet, so did the rest of the cell. A humourless smile crept onto Whumperâs face. âYeah⊠I didnât think this job would be that easy.â
âWhat do you want?â Leader asked. Whumper flicked their gaze to Leader who was on his knees, hands cuffed to a ring in the wall behind him like the rest of the Hero team. Yikes, what kind of sicko was Supervillain to have metal rings embedded in stone? Whumper supposed it didnât matter.
âI want to get paid,â said Whumper, stretching their arms above their head. âUgh, then I want to go home and watch TV. That sound good to you, heroes?â
âI think he meant⊠like what do you want with them,â said Henchmen quietly to Whumper. Whumper frowned and made a verbal âhuh!â in exclamation.
âI just told them,â said Whumper. âSupervillain wants information on Superheroâs secret weapon, Iâm here to get that information and get paid.â
Leader curled his lip back into a snarl. âGood luck with that.â
Whumper shrugged. âThank you, Leader. However I am a professional, I donât need luck. Iâm trained to get stoic people chatty.â
âYou really think Supervillain hasnât tried? Torturing us, depriving us of food and water? Leaving us down here to starve and then when that didnât work going back to torturing us? Weâre built to endure,â said Leader with a mirthless smirk. âWe donât break.â
Whumper nodded. âOkay. We can do this the hard way then.â
Whumper turned to henchmen and asked them to grab a cloth and a hose to attach to the tap. âOh, and a chair, please, henchmen.â
Henchmen left the room, their footsteps ascending was the only sound permeating the cell. Whumper walked over to the girl sitting directly opposite Leader. The only person on the Hero team that Whumper didnât recognise. Maybe a new recruit? Leader lurched forward, but Whumper just cocked an eyebrow at Leader.
âWhatâs your name?â Whumper asked her. âThis isnât the interrogation yet, donât worry. You donât have to tell me. Just trying to diffuse the tension.â
Whumper looked at Rogue who kept their eyes trained on Whumper. âHow long have ye been down here?â
âA while,â Rogue told them with a huff.
Whumper nodded. âSupervillain really starve all of you?â
âYeah,â said Rogue, a little sheepishly.
âNothing youâre not used to,â said Whumper with a little laugh. Rogue joined in, although a bit awkwardly. Whumperâs eyes scanned the other people in the room who looked a bit dazed at the flyaway comment. Then they reclined their head against the wall. âOh. Sorry. You never told them.â
âItâs okay,â said Rogue with a shrug. âThey were bound to find out eventually.â
Whumper nodded again. Then let out a sigh. âYou donât want to tell me Superheroâs plan, do you? Save you all some suffering.â
Rogue laughed. âNot a chance.â
âWell, god loves a trier.â
The door to the basement creaked open and Henchmen came down the stairs and left all the things Whumper asked for at the front of the cell, near the gate. âAh. Wonderful. Thank you henchmen.â
Whumper stood in front of the team of heroes and cleared their throat while Henchmen attached the hose to the leaky tap.
âOkay. For my first trick, I need a volunteer. Leader?â Whumper asked with a smile. Leader scoffed but nodded. âSure.â
âExcellent.â
Henchmen freed Leader from the wall, the cuffs staying on and led Leader over to chair that Whumper stood at.
âSit down,â said Whumper. Leader obliged them, and Whumper grabbed Leaderâs arms and brought them up over the back of the chair. It was all very gentle, very professional, as if Whumper wasnât trying to hurt Leader. It sent warning bells off in Leaderâs head, but all he could do was follow along with what Whumper was doing.
Henchmen handed Whumper another pair of handcuffs and Whumper thanked them. Whumper attached one of the cuffs to Leaderâs cuff chain, and the other to the chair so Leader couldnât move his hands away.
âHenchmen will you get the legs?â
âOf course.â
Before long Leaderâs ankles were cuffed to the chair as well and Leader couldnât get up from the seat.
âAlright, people. Last chance.â
âDo you worst.â
Whumper smiled. Then they tipped Leaderâs chair back. Leader let out a soft oomph as the chair fell back the rest of the way until Leader was facing the ceiling, Whumper and Henchmen standing above him.
The last thing Leader saw was a towel coming down over his head. Leader would be lying if he said he wasnât scared of what happened next. None of Supervillainâs men had taken his sight, or tied him to a chair just to force him awkwardly onto the ground. The top of his head was the only thing on the ground, that and his arms that were pinned beneath Leaderâs weight on the chair, his legs in the air.
Another towel added to the initial one on top of Leaderâs head, then another and Leader could feel his heart in his throat when he heard tape being ripped. The towels were wrapped in a single layer of duct tape over Leaderâs eyes and another layer below his chin.
Leader swallowed, his hands balling into fists behind him that was already causing pins and needles in his arms.
There was a moment of silence: the atmosphere balanced on a precarious edge of fear and tension. Whumper nodded at henchmen to turn on the tap and picked up the hose.
âAny takers?â Whumper asked again. They werenât usually this nice to the people they were torturing, but Rogue was an old friend. âNo? Okay. Sorry Leader.â
That was all the warning Leader got before he was inhaling water. It was slow, trickling into his nose and Leader realised with a sickening beat that Whumper was water boarding him.
Leader held his breath on instinct, shaking his head, his arms trapped uselessly behind him. His legs were kicking at the cuffs that kept them locked to the chair.
âLeader?!â One of their team asked, voice shrill. Leader couldnât tell who, and his lungs were aching with how much he was struggling to get the towels off his face, turning away from the hose that was relentless.
âLeader!â
âWait! Stop! Stop!â
Whumper stared impassively at all the team members, eyes half-lidded, one hand in their pocket as they regarded them all as if they were all just waiting in line for a coffee.
âYou can stop this,â said Whumper matter-of-factly.
One of the members beside Rogue spoke up: âLeader wouldnât want us to.â
Whumper dropped their head, a sardonic expression crossing their features. âAre you serious? Do you really think Leader is thinking about his ideals right now?â
Leader gasped, unable to hold his breath anymore and he started gagging on the air, gurgling water and retching, his body spasming and limbs pulling at the restraints. Whumper didnât even blink at the change.
âThe instinct when being water boarded,â Whumper began, âis to hold your breath. Which Leader here just learned is a bad idea because eventually your lungs want air.â
âWhumper,â Rogue said in warning, yanking at the chains holding them back.
Whumperâs impassive eyes met Rogueâs. âLeaderâs body needs air, except he was inhaling water which triggers his gag reflex and is effectively scorching his throat as we speak.â
âStop it!â One of the members cried. âStop narrating your torture!â
Whumper shrugged. âFine. We can sit in silence if you prefer.â
Whumper did just that. They fell silent and so did everyone else. Leader was choking, convulsing, fighting, gasping, all very wetly, the water pooling around Leaderâs head as his body tensed. Leader pushed against the chair, his body going stiff as he tried to tilt the chair back up to stop the easy onslaught of pain.
His brain was screaming at him, his body fighting and not understanding that he should stop trying to breathe but his mind wouldnât let him stop panicking enough to let him hold his breath.
Leader threw his body weight into his legs forward and to his shock the chair went upright. Then Whumper caught the chair and Leader gasped in sweet sweet air, gasping, gasping, not getting enough air and started choking and spluttering on it.
âYou had enough Leader?â Whumper asked, their voice matching their face that was a cold, emotionless thing.
Leader was still breathing in air, trying to get his heartbeat under control, drunk on oxygen.
âLeader?â One of the team asked.
âNo⊠donâtââ Leader rasped, then descended into a coughing fit. âDonât tell them anything.â
âOh,â said Whumper, letting the chair fall backwards again. âSounds like you got a bad cough there Leader. You need some water?â
âNo! Wait!â Leader protested.
Whumper let the hose fall over Leaderâs face again, and Leader held his breath again like an idiot. Whumper stared down at Leaderâs chest, wired so tight, trying not to let drowning bother him.
Whumper looked back at the other members of the team. âThis is the easiest way to get answers from people, in my professional opinion. Plus itâs not disgusting, no lasting damage on Leader or you guys, except you know, trauma and psychological damage, but you know what I mean.â
Four horrified expressions looked at Whumper. Whumper glanced back to Henchmen who stood at the tap, their jaw tight.
Whumper knew it was a professional, practical reason why they didnât really react to inflicting pain on people, but at times like this, when even Supervillainâs right hand was uncomfortable with Whumperâs methods⊠that made them feel inhuman. Wrong.
Whumperâs eyes found Rogueâs that were burning into them from across the cell. Strangely, they were the only eyes that Whumper really cared about. So funny how the past can creep up on you.
Well, a job is a job at the end of the day, Whumper might as well do one that theyâre good at. The people in this room were Heroes because it was their talent. Whumperâs talent was pressure point and pain, and knowing just how far to go to get someone to snap.
Leader gasped below Whumper, bringing their attention back to the writhing worm on a hook below them. âAh. There we go. The inhale. Human anatomy fucks you everytime, huh, Leader?â
âYouâre a sadistic bastard!â One of the team members screamed.
Whumper frowned. âI donât enjoy this. Itâs just a job. Same as you Heroes, and your Superhero. Ask yourself this, if Leader was in your position and you were in his, would he protect you or would he protect Superhero?â
âYouâre a bastard!â
Leader wheezed, trying to push himself up again, but Whumper had placed a foot on the chair by Leaderâs head. âAh, ah, ah. Leader. Youâre not breathing again until someone starts talking.â
Leader convulsed erratically under the water, trying to lift his head up to try and get some air in his lungs. He craned his neck up, but the air attacked his senses and Leader gasped and fell back again. The hose mercilessly flowed over his nose again.
Whumper looked up suddenly. âHey, do any of you know if Leader has asthma? Cause if so you need to decide faster, this is not a good thing to do to people who are asthmatic.â
âAnd itâs a good thing for normal people?â One of them asked and Whumper scoffed.
âSemantics,â they said.
âWe have to tell them,â said Rogue quietly.
âWhat?!â
âWe canât Rogue.â
âListen,â Rogue said, their voice edging on desperate. âI know Whumper, okay?! Theyâre not going to stop until they get what they want. They can sit here all day and torture Leader and not feel a thing.â
âRogueâs right,â said Whumper with a sigh. âI get paid by the hour, so really this whole debate back and forth is good for me. Financially I mean. Take your time. Leader, do you mind if they take their time?â
Leader gurgled and choked and spluttered.
Whumper smiled at the team. âSee? Heâs fine. Take your time.â
âOh shut up, Whumper,â said the quiet girl. Whumper looked at her, the new one that sat opposite Leader and wouldnât offer her name. When she looked at Whumper now her eyes burned with a sizzling hatred.
Whumper smiled at her, recognising that level of hatred as their own. Whumper remembers being where she was, powerless to stop bad things from happening to the people they loved.
It felt full circle, that moment, and it ignited something within Whumper that was a little feral, and broken, and wrong. Whumperâs eyes flashed at her, whose glare was unbroken and burning a hole through Whumperâs head, or it would if it could.
Below them, Leader was still spluttering and choking and gagging and wrenching and writhing but Whumperâs attention was fixed on the new girl now.
âHuh. Youâre chatty now? Wanna share your name?â
âNo,â she said. âI want you to die.â
âThats a little forward, considering weâve just met,â said Whumper, glancing at Rogue, whose wide eyes were fixed squarely on the girl. âThey always like this, Rogue? Little rude for a Hero.â
âI donât care,â she said. âI donât give a fuck what you think of me.â
Whumper hummed to themselves. They moved the hose away from Leaderâs head and smiled wanly at the sounds of Leader gasping and coughing on air again.
âStill with us, Leader?â Whumper asked, not taking their eyes off of the angry girl.
âGo⊠go ffuâurself,â Leader wheezed between laboured breaths.
âWaterboarding is special, huh, Leader? You need breaks in between or itâs not as effective.â
âYouââ
Whumper pressed the hose back to Leader and Leader immediately started coughing. Whumper smiled at the girl whose jaw tightened at Whumperâs blasĂ© style of interrogation.
Whumper took the hose off of Leader again, to more coughing and spluttering.
âHowâs the cough, Leader?â
âFfââ Leader didnât even get a syllable out before Whumper pressed the hose down on his nose again.
âLeader!â One of the other teammates exclaimed, but Whumper had their gaze trained on the girl. Watching her muscles tightening.
Whumper smirked.
Oh they just found the weak link. Maybe they had a special relationship with Leader.
Whumper told Henchmen to turn the tap off and dropped the hose to the floor. Things just got interesting.
âYou can put Leader upright,â said Whumper to Henchmen as they walked to the angry girl. Whumper crouched down in front of her. She glared up at Whumper.
âWhumper,â said Rogue in warning. Whumper smiled down at the girl and said: âRogue, if you try and dissuade me again I will have Henchmen gag you.â
The girlâs eyes flicked briefly to Leader who was pushed to an upright position. Leader spewed some water from his lungs onto the floor in front of him, head lolling forward and groaning.
âWhatâs your name, little Hero?â Whumper asked.
âLittle Hero,â she replied, eyes hard as she stared at Whumper.
Whumper grinned. âFunny.â
Whumper got to their feet and walked over to Leader, purposefully. They ripped the towels from Leaderâs head and grabbed one, coiling it meticulously into a shape resembling coiled rope. Then Whumper shoved it between Leaderâs teeth, thankful that the towel was long enough to tie it behind Leaderâs head and double knot it.
Leader groaned behind the gag.
âOkay,â said Whumper. âBecause you all seem like good guys, Iâm giving you a bonus last chance to tell me what I want to know before I really traumatise you all.â
Leader wasnât even really there behind the eyes anymore, just trying to focus on breathing, on surviving. He wasnât even pulling at the cuffs anymore.
âHow can he answer?!â Rogue demanded hotly. âYou just gagged Leader!â
Whumperâs smile seemed to suck all the coldness from the room. âIâm not asking him questions, Rogue. Iâm asking all of you. Now then. We go again.â
This time, Whumper left the chair upright and just yanked Leaderâs head back. Then Whumper grabbed the hose and grinned at everyone.
He stuck it on Leaderâs nose. After a few seconds it was as if Leader was being electrocuted, his body convulsing violently against the chair to the cries of his teammates.
âStop!â
âStop it!â
âWHUMPER!â Rogue screamed, all of them struggling and pulling on their restraints. Whumper didnât react. They didnât even look at any of them.
âStop please!â One of them cried wetly, oh yeah. Good. Tears meant they were almost there. On the verge of telling Whumper what they wanted to hear.
Leaderâs hands and ankles were bleeding from how hard he was pulling and straining at the cuffs. Whumper had to commend the team, they donât think they could withstand seeing someone they love and trust being tortured like this.
âTHE WEAPON IS A PERSON!â Whumper pulled the hose away immediately, head swivelling to the confessor. Whumper grinned when they saw it was the little Hero. Oh, Whumper knew she would snap first.
Whumper smiled sweetly while Leader coughed and vomited water from his lungs pathetically. Whumper pulled the gag from Leaderâs mouth and more water pooled out, Leaderâs throat expanding and vomiting water onto the ground. Well, Whumper wouldnât be a good interrogator if they let their leverage die.
âWho?â Whumper asked softly.
The entire team was shivering, chests heaving, emotion running heavy through them, as if they were all getting water boarded. Heroâs wide eyes were on Leader who had appeared to go unconscious. Whumper didnât care.
âWho?â They asked again, more firm this time.
âLet him go.â
âTell me who or Iâll slit his throat right now, Hero.â
Hero pursed her lips at Whumper, eyes burning.
âOh,â Whumper said, glancing between Hero and Leader. âOh⊠youâre not in love with him, are you? No. That wasnât loving forlorn glances that was⊠that was guilt, wasnât it?â
âWhumper pleaseââ Rogue begged but Whumper held up a hand that effectively silenced them. Hero sniffed, eyes glued on Leader in the chair.
Whumper smiled. âOh Supervillain is gonna laugh when he realises he had Superheroâs secret weapon locked in the basement this whole time.â
âHenchmen, will you be a dear and check Leaderâs pulse for me?â
There was a few seconds of silence, the team waiting with bated breath that turned into a collective sigh when Henchmen said: âstill alive.â
âWonderful,â said Whumper. âWe need to bring him upstairs with usââ
âNo!â Hero yelled, struggling against her own restraints. âLeave him alone! Itâs me you want, take me,â she pleaded, tears streaming freely down her face.
âTo make sure heâs okay,â said Whumper pointedly. âWhen waterboarding goes wrong sometimes people get hypothermia, so we have to be careful. But donât worry, Hero. Youâre coming too.â
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Nah itâs the same anon sending in multiple deranged asks Iâm in a âshould be committed to an asylumâ mood
On that topic do you think itâs possible to erotically drown a devil fruit user. Idk Iâm just thinking horrible thoughts about sabo on a pristine beach forcefully using haki to shove ace under as he kicks and thrashes on desperate animal instinct but canât break free. The water is weakening him into a forced kind of distant compliance and even as the sea water stings in his lungs and he can feel his consciousness slipping away. Heâs quenched in a way, the fire put out for sabo to have free reign to do horrible things until sabo hauls him out and forced air into aces lungs for a painful choking revival that leaves ace shuttering and heaving at sabos feet, easily able to be grabbed and forced back under again to repeat.
Marco is up the beach playing âlifeguardâ jerking off with a margarita
My pupils hypothetically dilating like a cat thats seen something it fucking WANTS and god . I want this
Pristine beach Already salivating its picturesque white sand glimmering waves clear aquamarine waters and there Sabo is drowning Ace in the shallows lmao
Like its erotic asphyxiation bc hands wont do it anymore haki wont do it anymore Ace wants to feel the drain and Sabos like oh. I can do worse and then shoves him under and Ace has never been so lightheaded and wanton
âFire snuffed out for sabo to have free reign to do whatever horrible thingsâ <- heart eyes đ„° all tmyhe nasty duxkingb shit he could do with someone as powerful as Ace all limp noodled and soggy choking on salt water
Breathes life into him, cpr could be sexy if its MAS i swear and then rinse repeat until Ace actually ends up unconscious and Marco has to put aside his lifeguard duties to play medic for a bit shame it takes so long considering his boner is hindering him and Sabos set his sights on him as the next target
:3c
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Born to Break
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Word Count: 2,454
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Benn Beckman, Yasopp, Lucky Roux, Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire, Original Male Character
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Injury, Amputation, Hysteria, Canon Compliant Violence, Vomiting, Waterboarding, Attepmted Drowning, Angst,
Author's Notes: For @febuwhump 2024 Day 3: Bite Down On This.
PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS. This gets gnarly. And it's canon-compliant, taking place during the two year timeskip in which Eustass went in with two arms and came out with one. Thanks, Beckmann. With a healthy dash of KidKiller because i love them.
Oh, right. Do y'all remember that scene in episode 67 of the original Naruto series where Gaara is screaming hysterically during the exams about his blood?
Yeah. Keep that in mind for me, will you? You'll know when it comes into play.
You can also find this on my Archive.
Summary:
âCaptain!â Heat called from behind them. Theyâd covered them in water- had splashed them once, twice, three times before ducking his head under the water of the river. Waterboarding him, drowning him, snuffing out the fire that they spewed regularly. Thatâs why he couldnât help, Killer thought as Shanks relented, stepping away, blade pulling free of his throat. âCaptain, get up!â Heat called out once more. âWhat did you do?â Killer whispered as sat up slowly, body screaming in anguish. His ribs were certainly broken; how many? He couldnât tell, but breathing hurt, moving hurt, his arm was bloodied and oh, god, was that blood surrounding Eustass? âWhat did you DO?!â He howled, launching himself to his feet only to be met with the muzzle of that damned sawed off shotgun that Beckmann used.
Sometimes, you really underestimate how things will go.
The sound of footsteps was loud in the silence that followed after the clash. The movement caught Killerâs attention first; he glanced up towards Shanks, who watched with an almost smug expression. That spiked something in him, some dormant fear that prickled with anxiety, that had his hands sweating, had his heart racing in his chest. He shifted, attention turning towards where his Captain should have been. The ground was dry, too dry; dust was kicked up with every small movement. With the blood and sweat that was in his own eyes, it was hard to see, hard to make out what he was seeing.
Beckmann was walking away- no, walking towards him. Thatâs why Shanks was so smug, pinning him with his foot on his skull, his blade at his throat. Anytime he swallowed, the steel dug in a little more, drawing forth scarlet that trickled slowly down the length of it. His breath caught in his throat as the dust finally cleared away, giving way to⊠Kidd? Why was he on the ground? âWhat-â he croaked out, only to groan as Shanks pressed his weight into his foot. The pain was excruciating, his jaw clenching as a yell pulled free from somewhere deep within him.
âCaptain!â Heat called from behind them. Theyâd covered them in water- had splashed them once, twice, three times before ducking his head under the water of the river. Waterboarding him, drowning him, snuffing out the fire that they spewed regularly. Thatâs why he couldnât help, Killer thought as Shanks relented, stepping away, blade pulling free of his throat. âCaptain, get up!â Heat called out once more.
âWhat did you do?â Killer whispered as sat up slowly, body screaming in anguish. His ribs were certainly broken; how many? He couldnât tell, but breathing hurt, moving hurt, his arm was bloodied and oh, god, was that blood surrounding Eustass? âWhat did you DO?!â He howled, launching himself to his feet only to be met with the muzzle of that damned sawed off shotgun that Beckmann used.
His finger was on the trigger.
His arm was black; coated in Haki. Haki- Beckmann had Haki?
Shit. Killer blinked hard beneath the mask, trying to clear his vision. âHeat, what do you see?â He asked their third mate, who was silent. Silence was never a good answer. âHeat, answer.â
âI uhâŠâ The waver in their voice was enough to set them all on edge. âI donât think-â
âAn arm for an arm, though your captain wasnât the one to cost me mine.â Shanks answers in a near-chipper manner from behind him. âWhat will he do now? The Captain of the Kidd Pirates, beaten like a bad dog. But thatâs what you all are, arenât you?â The chuckle that escapes from Shanks is nothing short of sinister. âYou come here to challenge us, to challenge me⊠For what reason? I have nothing to give you.â
An arm. Beckmann took Kiddâs arm.
âI-â Killer began to retaliate verbally before a sound caught their attention.
It started softly. Like a pained whine from a dog, high and reedy and nerve-grating. âMy arm,â Kidd whispered, his gaze trained on the limb sitting on the ground three feet in front of him. It bled, oozing garnet onto ivory sand. He could see the bone standing out; shattered mid-way, nothing near a clean break. This wasnât a break. That was his arm. Those were his fingers, painted black. Those were his rings.
That was his arm.
His arm.
âMy arm.â His voice was barely above a whisper as he blinked once, hard. His heart was hammering in his chest so hard, he could see the remnants of his shirt moving with each beat. âMy arm.â He repeated, dazedly. Adrenaline was starting to leave his bloodstream, sweating out through his pores. The pain was odd. He could feel his arm, still- no, no, he canât. Thatâs only his mind thinking that he can feel it, that he can feel the sensation of his fingers twitching, of the nerves dying, of his hand growing numb and cold because the blood isnât returning, itâs leaking out on the ground and oh, gods, thatâs his FUCKING ARM. âMY ARM!â He screamed as reality set in. He reached over to the freely bleeding stump, fingers meeting torn flesh and muscle and fatty tissue that just hung limply, and shattered bone that pricked at his fingertips. âMY ARM! YOU TOOK MY ARM! MY ARM! MY ARM! MY ARM!â
âAh, the hysterics.â Shanks hums, cleaning Gryphon on the edge of his trousers. The steel hissed as it returned to its home within the sheath.
Wire was stilled in the grasp of Lucky Roux, blood trickling down his forehead as he stared at Eustass. They took his arm? His arm ripped clean off. How the fuck did Beckmann do that? Did he have a devil fruit? Haki? He felt sick to his stomach, turning in Rouxâs grasp to gag once, twice, before the bigger man released him to allow him to spill the contents of his stomach.
âI could finish him off,â Shanks offered Killer, reaching out to settle his arm around his shoulders, pulling him back against himself as if he were some friend, some companion. âWhat do ye say, lad? I finish off yer Captain, you lot come anâ join me and my crew?â
âFuck you.â Killer spat, shaking in his grasp. âFuck you.â
âNot my type.â
Beckmann snorts as he turns the gun, aiming now at Kidd. âOne shot to the head, all it takes.â
âNO!â Heat screamed, pulling himself free from Yasopp, rushing forward to stand between Beckmann and his Captain, who was muttering under his breath about his arm. Hysterical; they couldnât blame him. âPlease- spare him. Spare us.â They pleaded, falling to their knees before the two men. âWe wonât come after either of ye again. Just- spare him, spare his life. Please.â
Shanks and Benn study one another; a silent conversation between Captain and First Mate, something Killer was familiar with. He and Kidd did that often, knowing the other well enough to not have to use verbal language. âFine.â Shanks shrugged, grinning as he released Killer, and stepped back. âIâm tired of this anyway. Find us in the New World, if yer Captain survives. Iâd like a rematch, there. Get stronger.â Brown gaze settled upon Kidd, taking in the damage Beckmann had dealt. âYouâre in the big leagues, now.â
And just like that, it was over.
Killer rushed forward, falling to his knees in the blood soaked sand before Kidd. âEustass?â He whispered, reaching up to cup his cheeks, dragging his head up. His pupils were blown; his skin was pale with blood loss and shock. âWe gotta get you up. Itâs gonna hurt.â
âThe arm-â Eustass tried to argue.
Killer shook his head. He didnât argue as Heat came round the other side. It took a moment of figuring out where hands could rest before they had him up and balanced between themselves. Wire did grab the arm, wrapped it up in his jacket. The Red Haired Pirates went back towards the beach; they retreated to the town.
Eustass Kidd passed out two minutes into the walk, much to the alarm of his crew.
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The next time he came to, he was laying down on a cot in what he assumed to be a doctorâs office. He blinked hard, eyes squeezing shut. Everything felt dulled; his head lulled to the right, meeting with a white wall. Huh. To the left, then. Ah, thatâs better. A room! Killer is standing, talking to some dude in a white coat. Doctor, he hopes and assumes. Wire is sitting across from him in some chairs; Heat is slumped against his shoulder, their eyes closed, breathing even. Sleepy, sleepy Heat.
Eustass looks down to his torso. Bruising already beginning to bloom; he can feel a cracked rib or two, certainly. Drip, drip, drip. What was dripping? Did someone leave a faucet on? He huffed, going to sit up, only to find himself suddenly unable to. Something was holding him down. What? He frowned at the black straps that held his shoulders and chest. Why was he pinned?
âHey, doccccc,â he drawled out, slurring his words like a drunkard. âWhaâs happeninâ? Why cannae I⊠Shite.â He winced at the sudden flare of pain. What the fuck? âWiiiire?â
âEustass-â Killer began, stepping over as Wire shook his head. Heat woke up, then. Rubbed at their eyes, smearing their eye black. âYou need to stay still.â
âWhy?â He didnât WANT to stay still. He needed to piss. âI need tâtae a leak.â
âYou-â Killed glanced back. Wait, where was Killerâs mask? Why could he see his pretty blue eyes so clearly? Why was his lip split open? What-
The fight.
It all rushed back suddenly, playing out in the forefront of his mind. Eustass reels from the memory, from the pain that also returns in a weird, dulled form. âMy arm,â he whined, head lifting to look at the bloodied bandages that covered the stump. âHe took my arm!â
âIâm afraid thereâs still work tâbe done, lad,â the doctor murmured, coming to stand by his head. Eustass looked up, ruby gaze frantic as he searches this strange doctorâs face. His eyes were lighter than Killerâs, hair a mousy brown. âIâve got to close you up.â
âYou canât reattach it?â
âNo, laddie. I cannae.â
Oh. Kidd swallowed roughly, looked to Killer who reached up, cupped his cheek. âIâm not leaving the room.â
âOkay.â
âBite down on this.â The doctor placed a block in his mouth. Wood, thick, slotted between his jaws to allow his teeth to clench down onto, grind into.
His breath started coming quickly, then. Chest rising and falling rapidly as Killer was forced to move, to stand at his head while the doctor moved further down. He couldnât watch, didnât want to watch, squeezed his eyes shut as Killer settled his hands on his shoulders.
Killer watched, instead.
Heâd seen his fair share of amputations over the years. Things got bad back home; sometimes, you do what you must to survive, even if that means sawing through your own leg because itâd grown necrotic. That was the fear, here, that Kiddâs stump would grow necrotic. Stump. Thatâs what it was, Killer realized as the doctor- a man named Ronan- removed the wraps. Already soaked through, a small puddle on the floor had formed. The bandages landed with a harsh splat on the ground. He looked beyond, gaze settling upon the bone saw that sat on the table.
They should have called Law.
But Trafalgar was Gods know where, now. A hundred meters under the water, probably. Or less. Or more, Killer didnât know how that weird ass yellow submarine worked.
Ronan sprayed the stump with water. Kidd hissed, whined, whimpered, wheezed at the sensation.
âCanât we knock him out?â Heat asked from the side.
âI did. He woke up.â
âKiller?â Heat pleaded, and Killer shook his head.
âThe pain will knock him out in a minute,â Ronan added as he grabbed hold of the bonesaw. âOr the shock.â
âAre you sure youâre a doctor?â
âAs sure as you are that youâre a pirate.â
Killer shut up, then. Lips pressed tightly together, the bolt of pain like lightning from his split lip. His helmet had been cracked in more than one place; it would need to be repaired, eventually. But not right now. Not now. No, now-
He felt like he would puke.
The saw settled on the exposed bone. At least three inches of bone was still exposed after Ronan had cut away the âskin flapsâ, as heâd referred to the loose skin. Eustass had been under for that. Ronan began to move his arm back, forth, back, forth.
The scream that escaped Eustass had every hair on Killerâs body standing on end. It warbled, high and pained and oh, Gods, he wished he would just pass out. Just pass out, pass out, pass out now. Please, Gods, please! Eustrass tried to pull away, but Killer held him in place.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â Killer whispered over and over as Eustass sobbed, tears rolling from his eyes. âIâm so sorry, Captain.â
Eustass fell limp. For a brief moment, Killer assumed heâd just died. No- no, he was still breathing. It was a relief, then. He wouldnât be able to feel any of this. The bone was cracking beneath the saw, falling away after ten minutes of consistent sawing. Ronan worked quickly, suturing and cleaning and doing things that Killer wasnât really sure of, but the bleeding had slowed, and if Kidd died, he knew where to find this doctor.
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It was dark when Kidd woke again. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton, his head felt just as heavy. The bed beneath him was soft, though; it didnât rock with the movements of waves, meaning he was ashore. He groaned softly as pain rocked through him. âShite,â he hissed, reaching up to rub at his face.
His arm didnât move. His left arm didnât move.
He looked down in confusion and saw empty space and blood speckled bandages instead. Thatâs right- heâd lost the arm. Beckmann had ripped it off of his body. Movement drew his gaze up, watching as Killer stepped in. Maskless, bandaged, hair tied up in a messy bun. âEus?â
ââM awake.â He grumbled, rising up with a hiss and far more effort than it should normally take. His back settled against the headboard. âWhere are we?â
âSame island weâve been on. Itâs-... Itâs been a week.â
âA week?â
âYeah.â
âHow?â
âKept you loaded up on pain killers. You uhâŠâ Killer rubbed the back of his head. He had been asleep in the other room. âYou needed them.â
Eustass frowned as he stared at his partner. Killer shifted his weight. âCâmere. Bedâs cold.â He huffed, watching Killer carefully climb into the right side. He didnât wait for him to settle, leaning in against him heavily. âBeckmann ripped off my arm.â
âHe did.â
âIâm gonna kill him.â
âWe are.â
âWe are gonna wipe those shitty little rodents off the map.â Eustass muttered, eyes closing. His breath started to grow uneven; the hint of a sob escaping. âIâm gonna fuckinâ kill them all.â
Killer didnât speak as he wound his arms around Eustass, pulling him close, lips pressing to his temple as Kidd broke down. Yes, they would kill Shanks, and Beckmann, and Yasopp, and Lucky Roux. They would all die for what they did to Eustass. To his Captain. His partner. His world.
Killer would make sure of it.
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Febwhump day 13
"You weren't supposed to get hurt"
(Legend, Warriors, Wind)
TW: torture, blood, broken bones, waterboarding, beating, temporary main character death
Not a proper chapter but just ny notes i made for what o would have written
#i do a little fanfic#tw: torture#tw: blood#tw: broken bones#tw: waterboarding#tw: beating#tw: temporary mcd#linked universe#lu#lu legend#lu warriors#lu wind#febwhump2024#whump
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I'm glad they didn't hit me with a "Do you love the colors of the sea?" posts though.
I wish someone would put my post under the water, maybe I want to be lost at sea forever
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I think the League of Assassins waterboarded its best students to teach them how to resist torture/interrogation. and itâs one of the few skills Bruce refuses to pass along to his kids, no matter how much each Robin inevitably begs him when they find out.
#treadmill thoughts#tw torture#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#poor baby Bruce getting waterboarded: I have to endure this#dad Bruce 20 years later: I refuse to let dick get NEAR a shower
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This was such a fun night, he bought me yummy dessert after we cleaned him up đ€
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Charisma
Warnings: restraints, captivity, torture, forced to watch, water torture, waterboarding
"Sit," Whumper ordered Team Leader.
Team Leader's hands were bound tightly behind their back and they avoided glancing over at their team. They couldn't look at their faces. Couldn't bear to see the worry, the pain, and the fear. They had to be strong. For their team.
Team Leader sat on the chair carefully. They turned their gaze to Whumper, letting all the rage and hate they were feeling fill their eyes.
"Your team would follow you blindly anywhere, Team Leader. Such charisma," Whumper scoffed. "Let's see if they will follow your orders now."
"For?"
Whumper smiled. "If they don't make a sound while I do this, I won't hurt them. Heck, I won't let you die. But if they speak? Well, we will play musical chairs."
"Fine." Team Leader wouldn't let Whumper hurt the others. They would take whatever Whumper did.
They finally looked up and over at their team. Smallest Teammate shook in their restraints, though the look on their face made Team Leader think that Smallest Teammate was so rage filled right now, it was a miracle the restraints were holding them back. Teammate One's eyes were filled with tears. And Teammate Two just stared blankly ahead.
"Don't speak. Don't shout. Whatever you do, just please, be quiet. Whumper won't hurt you. And I'll," they swallowed, "I'll be fine."
Whumper kicked Team Leader's chair over backwards. Team Leader hit the ground hard, but didn't cry out. If they didn't cry out, the team wouldn't know they were hurting.
Whumper dropped a filthy, damp towel on Team Leader's face. "This is going to be fun."
And before Team Leader could get a good breath in, Whumper blasted Team Leader's face with cold water from a hose. Team Leader sputtered and choked around the water.
They could hear Smallest Teammate's growls and Teammate One's cries of protest. But they couldn't muster the energy to try and get them to stop. They could only hope that Whumper would keep hurting them and not the rest of their team.
"I was going to let up. But now that Smallest Teammate's sweet dulcet sounds are in my ears, I'll keep going. That's way more fun!" Whumper's voice was barely audible as they increased the water pressure.
It was all Team Leader could do to keep breathing. To keep calm. They had to, though they felt as though they were drowning. Felt as though their world was ending. They had to stay strong for their team.
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My ex was an Army Ranger for... too long and went through SERE School, and it's not weird to hear of platoons of soldiers waterboarding each other for fun when they're deployed and bored.
Waterboarding consists of using a bag or cloth, such as a towel or sack, to cover the face/head of the victim. The victim is typically restrained and secured either on a surface that can be easily tilted back so their heads are close to the ground or on a slanted surface with their head pointing down. Then, the torturer(s) pour water over the fabric to waterlog the fabric and prevent the victim from inhaling without choking on water or getting too little or no air at all, which adds to the torture. Unless waterboarding is prolonged and aggressive, it isn't typically fatal on its own, as the water can eventually drain from the cloth covering the victim's airways and eventually let them breathe again (depending upon the fabric used, of course).
The experience is ultimately agonizing both physically and psychologically, as the victim's respiratory system will often wind up severely strained and even vulnerable to opportunistic infections like pneumonia, and "approved" waterboarding sessions (such as those notorious at Guantanamo Bay) can go on for hours at a time when you're talking about waterboarding used in actual, US-Government-Approved interrogations.
Dear fanfic authors,
Perhaps I'm being overly fussy about terminology, but: Torture by forcing the victim's head underwater isn't waterboarding. Waterboarding is simulated drowning. Holding someone's head underwater is actual drowning. Which doesn't sound right to say, because in the torture method it's, like, incomplete drowning and the verb tends to imply completion, but waterboarding is a technical term and dunk-head-under-water doesn't qualify.
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ELABORATE ON THE PM DAZAI WATER BOARDING THING IMMEDIATELY (respectively đ)
TW- Waterboarding, Psychological Abuse, Verbal Threats
It was a punishment, the first time he did it. Now, usually when he punished you, it was usually a beating on a spanking maybe, but PM!Dazai is an experimentalist at heart when it comes to torture. He had dragged you to a cold, damp room. Completely empty except for an adjustable table with a board strapped to it. The screaming and thrashing was instant as he held you to his chest and dragged you to the table, the swinging of your arms useless as he fisted your hair and moved you to the table. The black straps used too hold you down were tight as the leather dug into your skin, he had adjusted the table down so that your head was close to the ground before his hand grabbed ahold of the white cloth. His hands playing with it as he hummed moving about as he then placed the rag in your mouth. Your mouth being forced open as the rag was being forcefully stuffed into your mouth, all you could see were those empty eyes, as you heard him pick up something heavy sounding, the clinking of the object on the concreate floor let you know that, that something was metal. Your body fully tensing before going into shock as you felt the unexpected cold water pour onto your face and your sense were overcome by the liquid getting into your nose and leaking down your face, the water getting into your ears as everything soon sounded muffled, the moisture soaking your top half as your eyes reactively shut close, being almost drenched by the time he let up and pulled the metal object back. Sitting the bucket on the floor, you felt his coat brush against your cheek, before your eyes steadily opened, careful too not get water into them, only too find him looming down at you when your vision became clear again from repeated blinking away the blurriness the water once left. His eyes were no longer a soft chestnut, but instead an eerie crimson, the light completely gone as his palms sat flat on his thighs, his hair almost shielding the none-bandaged eye. His bandaged left-hand pushing at the wet strands of your face as they clumped together in a sopping mess.
"I'm gonna do this again and again. Every single time you misbehave, you'll be laid on this table... maybe then you'll learn that I don't tolerate such insolence."
#baby-tini#anon ask#dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#dazai osamu bsd#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#yandere dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai bsd#dazai#osamu dazai bsd#dazai osamu x reader#osamu dazai x reader#bsd#osamu x reader#osamu dazai#tw waterboarding#waterboarding#mafia dazai#pm dazai x reader#pm dazai#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs x reader
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[ freeze frame ] yep, thatâs me. youâre probably wondering how i got myself into this situation.
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Helena Egan is like if a wet cat poor little meow meow born in a cardboard box all alone character was also a rich nepo baby who viewed others as subhuman and felt all the entitlement that goes along with that. Like she's very evil and very sad and a product of her environment who makes all the most heinous choices she can with the cards she's been dealt. Both a girlboss and a girlfailure in the same body, and this is without factoring in her other personality who also shares the same body as her. And who rightfully thinks she sucks so much she tried to kill both of them. Just the most pathetic repulsive somehow sympathetic and horrifying highly entertaining and amusing villain around.
#severance#severance spoilers#helena egan#the sex scene was crazy like we get such an interesting glimpse into her pysche but it comes at the cost of helly and mark's autonomy#she uses their bond for her own gain and violates them without any consideration for what it would mean for them#she's so fucked up and yet! And yet! There is so much there as well as The Evil and the show takes the time to highlight it#which is not something they always do for female characters especially horrible ones like this.#rape tw#Helly is so easy to care for like she's been my fave since day one#helena makes me feel the full range of emotions like if the innies waterboarded her even more she'd fully have it coming! I cheered!#but she's a cog in a much bigger system and the moments of humanity are so compelling#even though she only gets to showcase that humanity by stealing from Helly#insane. Love her and this show
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@whumpgifathon | Day 5: Water
Waterboarding
Arrow 3x13 Canaries
#whumpgifathon#whumpedit#whump gifs#whumpgifathon day 5#waterboarding#tw: torture#whump#arrow#oliver queen#gasping#choking#water inhalation
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"Oh." Tony said quietly he'd had some experience with that too. "Would you prefer a shower? I don't like water on my face.. so I take baths instead.. I have.. been held against my will before.."
âhow about we get you into a warm bath, and then we can talk, alright?â (from Tony)
"Warm bath? Bath is bad. Hurts."
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BRACKET 1
FINAL BATTLE
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TW: child abuse, murder, mass murder, physical abuse, torture, waterboarding, electrocution, cult, animal cruelty, animal death
Mrs. Momose propaganda
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Titania propaganda
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#worst mother throwdown#worst fictional mother throwdown#amane momose#milgram#milgram project#october daye titania#october daye#tw child abuse#tw murder#tw mass murder#tw physical abuse#tw cult#tw waterboarding#tw electrocution#tw animal cruelty#tw animal death
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TWD S11E04 | Rendition @febuwhump | Day25: Waterboarding
#cara gifs#daryl dixon#the walking dead#waterboarding#waterboarding tw#torture tw#twdedit#febuwhumpday25#febuwhump2024#i'm still writing something#but i'm falling behind#so here's this thing#with my fave wet dog of a man
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