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auroragehenna · 10 months ago

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Commision writing chp. 2

CW/TW: Angry whumper, smartass whumpee, stabbing, threats of further torture, torture, implied fantasy racism, charming, DND whump Word count:

Fae woke up leaning against something hard, like stone. And it didn't really feel like waking up more like...Finally breaking through a wall of cotton. Warm...Fluffy cotton...No! Focus! What was going on? Part of her seemed to yell that she didn't want to know but she still pushed through.

Zestia who was sitting opposite her bound captive grinned while she observed the others feeble struggles. Part of the elf wanted to wake up wheras the other part wanted to stay enthralled. „Maybe I should just keep you like this.“, she pondered, „all humiliated and docile. Only problem is you’re also disgustingly happy like this. And that’s…-she reached out with a small dagger-is not why you’re here!”-she stabbed the dagger into the elf��s leg and removing her control over her completely.“

Fae screamed as the dagger was plunged into her leg, waking brutually from the blissfull daze. Her eyes had to adjust to the dim flickering light of a campfire until they finally settled on her attacker.

“Well good morning there. Did you have a relaxing little nap?”, Zestia asked condecendlingly.

“How did you do that? How did you charm me?”

Zestia smirked. “Don’t worry your little head about it, you won’t be alive for long enough to worry about it.” With that Zestia grabbed the knife and tore it carelessly out of Fae’s leg.

Fae didn’t make an effort to catch the scream that ripped out of her throat, her attacker seemed like someone that wanted to hear her scream. That could only be in her favour. She had to get out of here. But then her thought process got interrupted as the knife caught her gaze, glistering in the light from the fire. It was fucking serrated! Against better judgment her eyes snapped down onto her leg to see how the wound looked. It was a bloody mess, shreds of skin adorning the edge of the stab. Satisfying. But painful. Zestia’s eyes narrowed when Fae’s eyes left her to inspect the knife and the wound on her leg. She didn’t even look that horrified. She picked up the blade and used it to tilt Fae’s head up, making the elf’s gaze meet hers. “Eyes on me, Tree rat!”, she ordered.

Fae tried to make a gesture of surrender with her tied up hands, shoulders rising slightly. “Okay, okay.” Silently she registered the slur. It suggested that her attacker had something against elves. But only elves or was she generally racist? Probably not the smartest plan to try to figure it out unless she wanted to provoke her again. Though it hardly seems to matter.

“What are you thinking about, hm?”, Zestia asked, placing her hand on the stab wound on Fae’s thigh and pressing in while leaning in on her.

“Just death.”

Oh, don’t worry by the end you won’t fear it anymore.”, Zestia said, smiling knowingly.

“I don’t fear dying.”

“Excellent.”, Zestia says joyfully and sits back, relieving pain on her victim’s leg but not without letting her fingers dig through the wound, magically slowing the blood flow it so Fae wouldn’t bleed before she wanted her to. She cupped Fae’s cheek for a moment before slipping further back and grabbing her hair. Using the grip to smash the elf’s head into the cave wall behind her. And while she was dizzy she held her dagger into the fireplace and waited.

Fae was disoriented. To say the least. Her vision was spinning and she couldn’t make sense of it until there was something burning hot resting against her ear. Harshly she forced herself to focus, willing the different images to unify.

“Now, tell me something, Fae. Are you travelling alone or were you waiting for someone, or rather meeting somebody?”

Fae felt the burning pressure of what she could only assume was another blade increasing on her ear ever so slowly. Burning her skin and stinging. Still she tried to steel her nerves. Okay this was fine. Think. Lie. “I am travelling alone, I used to be part of a group for a few adventures but we went our separate ways.”, she tried.

Zestia looked at her victim for a moment longer before her gaze moved to the elf’s pointed ear where she was now placing the heated blade at the top of the ear shell. And pushed down, agonizingly slowly. “Remember, you can make this stop at any moment, just tell me what I want to know.”

Fae cried out as the hot-sharp metal was pushed into the top of her ear, the cry drying out to a choked rasp and then to a composed groan. But she held out.

“No?”, Zestia asked for a moment slowing her blade. “Nothing?”

“I already told you; I am alone, I promise.”

“Hmm.”, Zestia just commented and with a final push tore the blade through the ear shell. Pleased with herself she saw that the wound was already pretty cauterized. She wouldn’t need to use magic on that. She held the blade into the flames again for a bit.

Fae heard a disgusting sound of something soft falling before the pain and realization hit her brain. She had cut off a slice of her ear!! A slice of her ear!!

“Zestia drank in the shock and desperation and pain of her victim, letting her sit with the realization for a bit before she set the blade down again only a few centimetres after the slice from before.

Fae’s eyes widened. She only heard the blood rushing in her ears which might as well be since her ear was now bleeding. Or was it burning? She couldn’t tell. It was just pain. It distressed her enormously that she couldn’t see what was happening. All she could do was sit there tied up and stare forward. When she tried to turn her head her attacker would roughly turn it back.

“Now let’s try this again.”, Zestia said and started pushing down again.

“I already told you, please! Please, don’t do this! Please, I swear!”

“And yet somehow I don’t believe you.”, Zestia retorted coldly. Blade now already halfway through the ear again, leaving it red and burned.

“Please, please just stop!”

“You know how to make this stop.”

“Please! Please, okay! I’ll tell you just please stop!” Zestia gave one final push and another piece of the once pointed ear fell down, landing next to the other in the dirt of the cave floor. “Now then? Spill it.”

Fae was crying by now, hot tears ran down her cheeks, sickening as they felt just like the warm blood that she felt like was running down her mutilated ear. Her ear…She was grabbed by the chin and forced to make eye contact with her attacker. Answer me! She demanded. “I was going to meet somebody…A friend. But they’re not an elf!”, she tried, “They’re a good way away from here. They won’t search for me, I promise!”

Zestia grinned. “No, of course they wouldn’t. Who would, hmm?” She let go of Fae’s chin and grabbed the little dagger again, raising it towards the elf’s head.

“Wait-Wait-Wait! What are you doing, you said you would stop! You said-!”

“I lied.”

And with those words the other started to slice into her ear again. At that point Fae lost sense of time, the pain was so overwhelming. She only knew that at some point she had run out of tears to cry. After what felt like forever her torturer finally lowered the dagger again. Fae wanted to feel relief, she wanted to just fall unconscious, but a hard slap connected with her cheek and sent her head flying to the right. When her eyes focused, she looked right at the bloody blade of the dagger that has just cut her whole ear off, piece. By. Piece. She followed it as it spun slowly and then forced her eyes to trail up until-Oh no. “No, no, no, no, no, please! Please I am begging you, please no! No. I’ll do anything.”, she begged, hoping that after all this, something might sway the whims of her torturer but nothing seemed to help.

Zestia held up the dagger and carefully angled the, from heat nearly glowing blade at the tip of the other pointed ear. With a cold satisfaction she reveled in the girl’s begging. She begged really beautifully, and this time, she could tell, she meant it. “If you would do anything, then suffer, suffer beautifully and give me peace.”, she murmured, sure the elf couldn’t hear her over her own fear and pain. After a few pieces Zestia stopped. The elf had been awfelly non-reactive in the last minutes. She put the dagger down and walked outside with a flask, shortly after returning with the now uncapped flask in hand. When she stood in front of the dazed elf she turned the flask upside down.

Fae was, against her will, brought back from her semi-concious state when ice cold water got dumped over her head. Her mind only slowly grasping the chain of events that had unfolded.

The cold water felt like pure heaven on her burned, mutilated ears. But she vaguely knew that she shouldn’t be happy about the water.

Zestia inspected her victim before rolling her eyes and crouching down on her level again. Slowly she stretched her hand again and held the cold flask against the burned edges of the girl’s red ear. A relieved groan escaped the elf’s throat before she could stop it. Zestia searched her gaze and held on to it. Slowly using her charm spell to wind into the others dazed brain. Sneaking through the fog and eventually settling in the centre of the elfs consciousness. There she pulled and tugged until she saw the lights slowly come back in her victim’s eyes, the faint squirms becoming less sluggish. She sat back on her hunkers. “How gracious of you to join me again.”

Fae started at her, face neutral. Everything was pain. She is pain. More than she had ever experienced. And whatever she said didn’t seem to matter. Provoke her? Pain. Cower and beg? Pain. No response? She messed with her mind. A shiver ran through her. She didn’t seem to be able to shake the feeling her attackers spell left in her. This foreign force sneaking itself into her mind and forcing whatever she wanted on her. Panic? Not anymore. Now it felt like there was a hook keeping her mind from drifting off, even her brain was restrained!! She had to keep herself from hyperventilating. And it wasn’t just “tough it out and then it’s over” the woman wanted to kill her! She would never see…Oh god no, she couldn’t do that to them…-Oh shit, the knife is in the fire again!

Zestia’s grin grew again, delighting in the way the elf’s eyes snapped to the dagger she was holding into the fire again.

„Aww, did you think you were done?“, Zestia taunted. „No, no, no. You‘re far from done, tree rat.“ With those words Zestia pulled out the dagger and slahed it over the previous stab wound.

Fae screamed out in pain, tears springing into her eyes again, making her vision hazy. Her attacker left her no time to breathe, delivering more cuts over her legs, arms and face. It burned and somebody was screaming. Must be her.

Zestia was pondering, using the dagger to tilt her victims chin up. Turning it from side to side slightly, eying it, trying to decide what to do.

Fae‘s screams had died out to mindless grunts. The pain and smell of her own burned flesh making her gag.

„Hmm, I‘m running out of space here. I think it‘s time for a new canvas, don‘t you think?“ She grins in sadistic delight.

“What? You’re gonna heal me?”, Fae asks, trying to keep up an unfazed mask.

“Naww, trying to act brave? Cute. Shouldn’t you know better than to lie to me by now?”

Fae just stares at her.

“Don’t try to hide your fear from me. You don’t get to do that, you understand?”

The elf glares at her but eventually shrinks together.

“Good. But you’re actually lucky, vermin.” Her grin widens, more resembling a baring of teeth. “I have gotten quite tired from this so let’s get you settled in and ready for the night shall we.”

“Stay the hell away from me!”, Fae cried out in fear.

“No. I won’t.”, Zestia replied. Moving closer and to the tied-up girl and starting to fidget with the ropes. After securing those with a magical lock she pulled out a rag and shoved it into the elf’s throat before tying the ends of it too tightly around her head. “There you go.”, she finally said and backed away from her victim. “Have a good rest, I will finish you off tomorrow…”, she laughs and trails a finger from the elf’s cheek down her jaw and throat before starting to settle for the night.

Fae tried to get out as best as she could while the other was re-restraining her but it was pointless. Everything seemed pointless! She couldn’t manipulate her when everything she said or did only fuelled the fire! She couldn’t get out; nobody knew where she was and apparently this woman could decide by will how soon or late her death would come! She didn’t know what to do and it fucking terrified her. How much longer did she have? She wish she could also get some sleep, she was fucking exhausted, but her whole body burned, throbbed, bit or in some way expressed pain. And the fear was releasing too much adrenaline. There had to be a way, some way-Maybe, maybe she could make herself useful to the other. In some way. Evade immediate death and wait until she found a way out. Yes. That was her only option left. This had to work. Somehow. Otherwise…What even did Zestia mean with a blank canvas? Okay no, that just meant that she would heal her, come on Fae, think logical. Think logical…

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up-in-flames-writing · 16 days ago

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One tooth, two teeth...

This was a commission for @sheepthesmallchicken thank you so much for commissioning me!

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There was little light down in the dungeons. The cells lacked windows, illuminated only by the small clusters of bioluminescent coral. Boo, however, didn’t need the light to communicate.

He would sit by his door, pressed up against it with his ear touching the cool metal. Waiting, biding his time. The signal would be three short taps against the bottom of the door. Then, and only then, would he begin to speak.

Caspian would listen to him for hours on end, but would rarely talk back. Shame, fear, whatever it was that forced his tongue to still, it proved highly effective. Boo sometimes went days without hearing a word out of Caspian, and it was only his faith in the mer-shark that kept him talking. If he didn’t have Caspian, what hope would he have left?

Their system had been foolproof, Boo was sure of it, and yet something had escaped them. The right timing, a disloyal guard, something hadn’t gone right. Caspian hadn’t arrived at his cell one day, hadn’t rapped on his cell door at the right hour. Boo hadn’t said a word. And then it came, those three taps on the door. Boo had shot up from the floor, throwing himself at the opposite wall. The sound reverberated in the small cell, knocking about in his head without abandon. Caspian was back.

��Caspian?” Boo hissed, “You made me so worried! Where have you been?” Caspian never failed to answer him back. A grunt would have sufficed, or at least a one word sentence. But not silence, never silence.

That was when the door swung open, bathing Boo in the harsh light of the dungeon corridor. In the doorway, backlit by the light from outside, stood King Gregory. His face was hidden by shadows, but Boo could feel his eyes gnawing into him, he could imagine the smirk that twisted the King’s foul features.

“Well, well. Looks like you were caught conniving with one of my guards, Princey. How does it feel knowing you can’t outsmart me?” Greg bent almost in half, coming face to face with Boo. The young prince had promised to be on his best behaviour, if only to get rid of the painful gag and the heavy chains, if only to experience some level of freedom in this living nightmare. Fear clenched at his heart, but even so he wanted to spit at Greg, break free of his control and escape.

What he did instead was ask him, “What did you do with Caspian?” In a meek, terrified voice. He could better see Greg’s face in this position, intimately aware of the sharp teeth only inches away from his eyes, grinning sadistically down at him.

“Don’t worry,” Greg cooed, reaching over to drag a hand through Boo’s hair, “The little traitor is alive, for now. I’ll even let you see him if you promise to be a good boy about it.” Boo felt tears prick at his eyes, chest constricting with more than just fear. What choice did he have? Caspian had already risked his life for him, hadn’t he?

Boo nodded, feeling the hot tears fall down his face, “I’ll be good. Just let me see him!”

“As you wish, Princey.”

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Two guards had taken a hold of Boo’s arms, wrenching them behind him and forcing a cry past his lips. They cuffed his arms, tightening the shackles until Boo couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, then they began to drag him away down the dungeon corridor. At the end of the hallway, Greg slivered his arms around him, then pressed his hands against Boo’s eyes.

“No peeking, now.” He whispered in Boo’s ear, giving it a little nip. Boo could hear the wet smack of him licking his lips afterwards, and he shivered at the implications.

He was dragged through Greg’s castle, although the journey wasn’t very long. The hands on his shoulders and over his eyes disoriented him; he couldn’t tell which way was right and which was left with how sharp and sudden many of the turns were. Another sliver of hope left him in that moment, falling to the polished floors of Greg’s castle, completely out of Boo’s reach.

But they made it to their destination eventually. They made it to a small room lit by sconces, covered in what at first Boo thought was red paint. Such a deep shade of crimson was surely difficult to come by, only to be wasted on this dinky room?

Greg moved forward, waving a hand towards one of the guards, “Grab the traitor.” The shark bared his teeth in a mad grin, then dropped Boo and disappeared behind a curtain. Boo hadn’t realised that was there, splitting the room perfectly in half. It was as red as the walls and the floors, although spots of white still shone through it, like pearls laid out across a reddish substrate.

The curtain rippled as the guard returned, wheeling behind him a stained table covered in shackles. Upon it lay a mer, face so swollen he was barely recognisable, and his tail torn to shreds. Shark mers, like their less intelligent selachimorph cousins, lacked scales that many other fish species had. But the red, raw muscles that stood stark against the wood were unmistakable. Blood seeped into the water, following him like a cloud of parasites, leaching into the room around them. The crimson colour of the walls suddenly made sense to Boo, as the same guard disappeared again, only to return with a tray of fish hooks, knives, and other such barbaric tools. He felt sick as he noticed the frayed skin hanging loosely around the mer-shark’s belly, where a rusty knife had cut off the remains of his tail, leaving only his soft, human skin intact.

Greg’s mouth touched Boo’s cheek, his tongue lolling out to drag over Boo’s skin, “Do you recognise him, Princey? That’s your darling Caspian right there.” Boo felt bile rise to his throat, stinging the back of his mouth as he forced it back. If that really was Caspian, Boo could not recognise him. If that truly was Caspian, all Boo could do was wait there and weep.

The same guard once more approached Caspian’s body, grabbing a fistful of his hair and wrenching his head up. Caspian moaned out in pain, his eyes so black and swollen that Boo wasn’t sure he could see anything at all. Blood dribbled out of his nose and from a cut upon his lip, and when the guard let him go, he sagged back into his restraints.

Boo could still feel Greg’s presence hanging over his shoulder, grin growing wider and wider still, “Grab the tongs, you, whatever your name is!”

The guard stammered a little, looking down at the tray of tools in his hands, “My name is Mercutio, sire…”

“I don’t care! Just grab the tongs already!” The guard let out an undignified squeak, fumbling with the tools to retrieve the right one. His hands shook as he presented the tongs to the King, eyes down cast. No longer was he grinning as excitably as his King, sharing in the pleasure of Caspian’s pain. Who knew when he would replace Caspian on that table for his inevitable mistakes. Boo wished it would be soon.

Mercutio’s hands shook around the tongs, but he soon stilled when he came face to face with Caspian once more. A sadistic grin split his face, an ugly crevasse in an otherwise pleasant canvas. He reminded Boo just that little bit of Greg, and he had to wonder if everyone in this kingdom was equally sadistic.

Mercutio’s fingers slipped under Caspian’s jaw, deceptively gently, before they dug into the meat of his cheeks and forced his mouth open. A small cloud of blood burst out as Caspian spluttered, and Mercutio shoved his mouth towards it, inhaling deeply.

Greg’s hands snaked their way around Boo’s body, feeling up his stomach and chest, “Hurry it up! We don’t have all day.” Greg’s body was warm against Boo’s, but his touch made Boo’s skin crawl. He felt dirty wherever Greg’s touch lingered, marred by something that could not be washed away. It was hard to focus on Caspian and Mercutio when Greg was touching him, but the torture should be the perfect distraction, shouldn’t it?

“Right. Apologies, sire!” Mercutio whimpered, straightening back up. With one hand around Caspian’s jaw, and one still holding onto the tongs, he gave the tool a once over. The rusted, dented metal descended towards Caspian’s face, eyes as wide open as he could force them. He valiantly tried to close his mouth, but the fingers upon his jaw dug in deep, pulling more grunts and moans of pain out of him. The sounds were heart-wrenching to listen to, but Boo knew Greg wouldn’t let him miss this.

The tongs were forced into Caspian’s mouth, his lips stretching around them. There was a faint click as they clamped around a sharp, elongated tooth. That glint in Mercutio’s eyes said it all, as he began to pull. The change was instantaneous, Caspian coming alive as if electrocuted by a giant eel. His body spasmed, hands and tail straining against his bonds, as a shriek so loud, so shrill that it surely hurt to produce, fell past his lips. It echoed around the small room, filling up Boo’s ears until it could play percussion on his eardrums. It seemed to never end…

A spray of blood erupted from Caspian’s mouth, a fountain of red that shot through the water and painted the nearest wall an even deeper red. Mercutio swam back slightly, holding the tongs proudly in his hands, a single shark tooth trapped within the clamps. It wasn’t just a tooth, either, as bloody as it was, but bits of skin and muscle had come away with it as well, pinched by the clamps alongside the fang.

Greg burst out into loud laughter, applauding Mercutio as the guard grinned like a child being praised by a parent. Greg’s arms briefly left Boo’s body, letting him breath out a sigh even as more tears threatened to make his vision blurry. Although, maybe that was for the best, as then he wouldn’t have to watch Caspian twitch and spasm upon the table, his head smacking against the wood as he continued to shriek and scream from the pain. Every so often he would gag, spluttering and forcing more blood out of his throat in a fountain-like spray. Then, he could go back to his screaming.

“How about another!” Greg cheered, plucking the tooth away from his guard. Mercutio nodded with a giddy smile, returning to Caspian’s side.

“Haven’t you done enough to him?” Boo asked. For a brief moment, he worried that Greg hadn’t heard him, voice too choked with tears to rise above Caspian’s continued wail. But then, Greg’s head slowly turned towards him, grin disconcertingly wide.

“Done? Princey, haven’t you learned anything yet? I’m not done with him until he’s dead!” Greg ended his words with a hysterical laugh, doubling over as he shrieked louder than Caspian. At some point it was hard to distinguish whose voice was whose, who was laughing and who was screaming. Boo could only tell that the crying was coming from him, joining into a crescendo with the other two, his tears running hot down his reddened cheeks.

He didn’t know when all the noise stopped, it seemed to take hours. Greg wiped a few tears of amusement from his eyes, when leant over to lick the tears from Boo’s cheeks. Mercutio was still standing over Caspian, now so still that he barely seemed to be breathing. The only one not affected by any of this was the second guard, faceless and nameless, who hadn’t said a word during the entire time they had been there.

Greg let out a few more chuckles, then wrapped his arms around Boo once more. He grinned over at Mercutio.

“Shall we continue, then?”

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