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Day 20 - “That’s going to be one heck of a scar.” | Cage | Pliers | Scrape

Day 30 - “Are you scared yet?” | Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, captivity, blood, moderate gore, gunshot wound, mentioned dislocation, mentioned broken ribs, cage, death mention, restraints, stress position

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Lainey runs. She tears through the trees, brush ripping the skin from her legs, weaving back and forth with tears streaming down her cheeks so that she can hardly see where she’s going. She runs, and she falls, and she gets back up and runs some more. She runs until she can’t run anymore, until her body is giving out, and she collapses in a dry creek bed and wraps her arms around her head to finally let out gut-wrenching sobs.

She failed Isa. She forced her into doing something she was absolutely terrified of, and the exact thing that she was afraid of had happened. She’d told Lainey, over and over again, how it would go, and Lainey had refused to believe her.

He shot her. She’d gotten Isa shot. And then she ran away and left her there to deal with who knows what other horrors he’s going to inflict on her. The very thing she’d told her she wouldn’t do.

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Day 9 - “I should have listened to you.” | Sprain | Defiance | Smoke 

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, captivity, restraints, beating, stress position, mild blood, implied starvation, head trauma, hair pulling, death mention, broken ribs, dislocation mention, brief dog and master imagery

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There isn’t much to see in the basement. Lainey inspects every concrete block, every crack in the foundation, every plank on the steps, every lock on the door, and finds absolutely nothing useful. It still feels better than just sitting around, though. Not that she’s blaming Isa for sitting, she can’t even help it with that chain around her neck. That thing makes Lainey want to punch something every time she thinks of it. But she also has a feeling Isa wouldn’t be helping her look even if she could get up and move. 

It doesn’t take long for the man to return. She’s just come back down the stairs from checking out the door when the locks start to slide open, so she spins around and plants her feet, glaring up at their captor, trying to ignore the way her heart is suddenly threatening to break through her ribcage. 

He’s not much to look at, either. Just an unattractive, scraggly bearded man, like someone you might see loitering outside a gas station and walk quickly past on your way inside. For good reason, apparently. 

“Have you come to let me go?” she demands as he starts down the stairs. “To let us both go?”

Fandom/universe: Obsession

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity, creepy/intimate/possessive whumper, stress position, restraints, conditioning (but not pet whump), dislocation

Timeline notes: I’m not precisely sure when this takes place, but it’s past where canon currently leaves off

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“You know, I’m not usually one to get into the holidays too much.” Oliver circles her slowly, admiring his work. “Unfortunately I have to celebrate them to some extent. So many parties to attend, bonuses to approve, blah blah blah. In my free time usually I’d rather pretend things like Christmas don’t exist.”

He pauses in his pacing, looking her up and down with a smile. “But I saw this photo set online done with Christmas lights, and I couldn’t resist the aesthetic. And honestly? It’s turning out even better than I expected.”

(Day 18 of Whumptober 2021)

Taglist: @inky-whump , @michelleswhumpyreblogs

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, kidnapping, heavy focus on missing person case from perspective of family and friends, captivity whump, referenced noncon touch (non sexual), emeto, beating, forced stripping (non sexual), stress position, gag

Timeline notes: It should be pretty obvious, but we’re rewinding back to the beginning of Ellery’s captivity for this one.

No. 18 - THE DOCTOR IS IN

“Now smile for the camera” | doctor’s visit | CPR

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Her co-workers are the last ones to see her. She helps close the restaurant, sweeping the floors and wiping down tables, then waves goodbye and heads out to her car.

Only she never made it there. Or if she did, she’d gotten back out, locked it, and left. The red sedan is still in the parking lot the next morning, seemingly untouched. 

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Ellery wakes with the worst headache of her life. Groaning, she rolls over, feeling for the bottle of ibuprofen she always keeps by the bed, hoping that there’s still enough time left before her alarm goes off that she can pop a couple of pills and go back to sleep. 

Only instead of her bedside table, her hand meets air. She tries again, then finally sits up, aggravated, so that she can see what she’s doing. 

(Day 11 of Whumptober 2021)

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, heavy dissociation, referenced stress position, referenced blindfold, broken bones

No. 11 - JUST KEEP SWIMMING

adrift | drowning | dehydration

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Ellery floats sometimes.

She doesn’t mean to, usually. But she’s always a little relieved when she does, even though she should probably be more concerned.

It’s peaceful when she’s floating.

When she’s hovering near the ceiling, or across the basement, the affairs of the people in the room aren’t so concerning. Yes, she’s pretty sure one of them is actually her, and she’s pretty sure the man is hurting the other her, but she can’t find it in herself to really care. She can watch him from a distance while he twists her body into unnatural shapes, humiliates her with scant clothing and awkward poses and always that big, black camera shoved into her face…and she feels none of it. For the first time in months, she feels absolutely nothing, and it’s heavenly.

(Day 8 of Whumptober 2021)

Thank you to @shiningstarofwinter for the inspiration for this one!

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity whump, creepy/possessive whumper, claustrophobia, death mention, panic, stress position, restraints

Alt. 10 - TRAPPED

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She can’t breathe.

There’s not enough air, she can’t breathe.

It’s too small, she’s being crushed, her lungs can’t get anything in and she can’t move and she can’t breathe and she’s going to die here, trapped in this box, tied up and folded like she’s a gift instead of a person.

And this psychotic man is going to be taking photos of her very last moments.

(Prompt #30 for Summer of Whump)

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Warnings: lady whumpee (male whumper), captivity, creepy/intimate whumper, broken ribs, referenced stress positions, referenced sensory deprivation, referenced kidnapping, restraints, gag, locked in a closet

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Another gallery exhibition.

Another evening gown, another diamond necklace.

Another night of smiles and laughter and glasses of champagne and a possessive grip on her waist while her legs threaten to buckle beneath her.

I need more stress position ideas for Ellery. It can be suspended, or not. Preferably not one of the many variations of “if you relax/collapse/etc. you’ll  choke” since I’ve already done that once, but if it’s a really good one I might be willing.

Anybody got any suggestions?

(Prompt #22 for Summer Of Whump)

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Warnings: lady whumpee (male whumper), captivity whump, sensory deprivation (obviously), blindfold, restraints, stress position, broken ribs, blood, knife

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Ellery’s breaths tremble as they escape her lungs. She can’t hear them, but she can feel them. All she can actually hear is the roar of her own blood through her veins, and it’s too much, too fast, too loud. She wants to strain to hear past it, to know whether or not she’s alone and what’s going to happen next. It doesn’t do any good, though. The thick headphones that Lucas strapped over her ears make sure of that, just like the blindfold is blocking out even the tiniest shred of light.