Tiny little miracle

I am back!! Thank you all for your patience <3 I’ve been aching to finally post this ... well I think Kell’s been aching too.

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CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling, threats, torture, stress positions, dissociation, creepy whumper

Kell’s muscles screamed as he shifted his arms, trying to find a more comfortable position. His hands had long gone numb, the rope biting into his wrists, cutting off the circulation.

It felt like an eternity since Oryn had left him down here.

Time tickled by and what had started as an uncomfortable position had soon become excruciating. His muscles felt like they were on fire. Pain throbbed through his body in waves.

And every time Kell thought he couldn’t bear it anymore it got a little worse. 

He wished he could just pass out. But his body didn’t even allow him the small mercy of unconsciousness. 

His head felt too heavy to hold up anymore, his neck too weak to support it. 

All he could do was wait and endure. Wait for Oryn to come back, to hurt him, to do whatever he wanted to do with him. And there was nothing nothing Kell could do to prevent it. 

The Beginning of the End

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CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling

Oryn led Kell through the corridors, his fingers like iron around his arm. So firmly that it was undoubtedly going to leave bruises. 

Kell’s stomach was in knots. He wanted to scream and run and hide. But he didn’t. He swallowed down his fears and thoughts and concentrated on his feet.

His feet were safe.

Everything further away not so much.

Oryn took a turn to the right and then, almost immediately, to the left.

Kell knew he couldn’t escape. He had squandered his only chance to escape. He couldn’t hope for another. It was over. He knew that. And still his heart couldn’t stop to hope.

The corridor divided into three but Oryn didn’t slow down and dragged him straight ahead.

He tried to remember the chipped paver he nearly tripped over. The reddish stone shaped like a triangle.

Remembering was a good way to keep his mind busy; to distract himself from whatever was waiting for him at the end of these corridors.

Another left turn.

The stones floor was darker here. Somehow the air felt colder than it should. Kell shuddered and looked up.

When did you get so brave?

CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling, threats, violence

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It was over. Kell knew it the second he saw Oryn’s eyes. There was something dark behind them. Something he had only seen once before. Panic rose in Kell’s chest and made itself a nest. 

“How many times have I told you what would happen if you ever tried to run away?” Oryn’s voice was dangerously calm. 

He slowly came closer, taking his time. “You knew the consequences, didn’t you?”

Oryn had nearly reached him.

“Answer me.”

He didn’t raise his voice. Still Kell couldn’t suppress a flinch. Finally he managed a small nod. 

The silence was deafening. Kell didn't dare to move, while Oryn’s eyes pierced through him. 

“There is still time“

For @whump-of-the-month Time Day

This chapter is dedicated to @villainsvictim​ who requested a failed escape attempt <3

CW: captivity, failed escape attempt

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Silence was roaring in Kell’s ears. Or maybe it was just fear. He wasn’t sure anymore. His heart was racing in his chest and he could feel every breath deep inside his stomach.

They had both heard the steps on the staircase. But now it was silent. Dangerously silent.

The silence was heavy on Kell’s lungs. It felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. He pressed himself closer against the pillar until the uneven stone pierced his back, until it hurt, wishing he could melt into it. Wishing he could just vanish into thin air. But all he could do was hide and pray no one would notice them. Kell pressed his eyes closed, as if it could turn himself invisible.

Thrasher’s fingers were still firmly wrapped around Kell’s wrist as if he feared Kell would run away screaming any second. And if he hadn’t hold on to him with an iron grip, Kell might have.

I don’t like the dark

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CW: Slavery, Captivity

It was just a soft squeak, but Kell was instantly bright awake. He held his breath, listening into the dark, preparing for the worst.

“Kell?”, a small voice whispered from the door. Jinn. “Are you awake?”

Kell exhaled in relief. “Come in”, he said. Before anyone is going to notice. Oryn would welcome any reason to punish them.

Jinn was still standing at the door like he was expecting Kell to throw him out any second.

“Is it … Do you mind if … maybe ...”, he took an audible breath as if he had to prepare for what he wanted to say. “Can I stay in your room tonight?”

Kell sat up, but it was too dark to see his face. “Nightmares?”

“More like insomnia”, Jinn said. Exhaustion radiating from him. “I … I just don’t like the dark.” His voice cracked up on the last word. He winced and reached for the door handle. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have ... I will just ...”

“Wait”, Kell said quickly. “Just get in the bed. I don’t like the dark either.” It wasn’t the dark Kell feared. He was scared of being alone so much more. But Jinn didn’t need to know that.

Whump Prompt #3

“I promise you, once you are healed, you can leave freely”, Whumper says generously and smiles down at Whumpee.

A glimmer of hope rises in Whumpee's eyes and Whumper's smile broadens. It's going to be so much fun to crash that tiny spark of hope.

After all they had never promised they would stop hurting Whumpee.

Whump Prompt #2

Whumpee has a cold and Caretaker is doing everything they can to help them recover. They prepare a bowl of hot water for steam inhalation.

But Whumpee is dizzy from being sick and thinks Caretaker wants to drown them.

Some people heal faster than others

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CW: slavery, captivity, lady whump, minor whump (whumpee is 17), forced to perform, intimate whumper

It was too loud and too hot in the dressing rooms, but Kell didn’t want to leave without Jinn. He wasn’t sure when he had started to feel responsible for him. From one moment to the next Jinn had sneaked his way into his heart. And so Kell was waiting for him, while dancers and singers rushed to get ready.

He still didn’t know what Oryn had done to him. Jinn refused to talk about it. He hadn’t really smiled since he was back. And he hadn’t talked much either.

It was like watching a flower to wither.

It was horrible.

Kell would do anything to get his endless chattering back.

Jinn looked up as if he felt Kell’s eyes on him. A question flashed in his eyes. Then the hair stylist turned his head back to him.

Kell sighed and leaned back against the wall. They still had a lot of time left until their performance but the make-up on Kell’s face already seemed to suffocate him and his clothes were itching. He suppressed the urge to touch his face. He would only smear the colours. He had once already gotten in trouble for that. Suddenly there was a shift in the air and when Kell looked to his side, Robin was standing right next to him, smiling at him like nothing had happened yesterday.

Sooner or later the fire dies down

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CW: slavery, captivity, lady whump

“Please! He is the one who punched me first! Why do you punish me for this? I don’t deserve this! I worked so hard … ”

Oryn jerked to a halt and Robin stopped dead in her track. She flinched under his gaze but she didn’t try to back away when he shoved her against the wall. She never did. 

“You deserve nothing, Robin”, he said quietly, pressing her up against the wall. His grip was so tight it would definitely leave bruises in the morning. He lowered his head towards her. “I expect you to work hard, darling; to earn your living. You wouldn’t be here anymore if I had the feeling you didn’t. You should know that by now.”

Robin swallowed visually. “I am sorry”, she said quietly without struggling against his grip around her throat. 

“I don’t care about your little power plays as long as you don’t hurt him. Do you understand?”

Robin managed to nod around his grip.

“Good”, Oryn drawled. He lifted her chin up with two fingers. She looked so small and fragile. Just like the bird she shared a name with. There was fear in her eyes. Something he hadn’t seen for a long time. Maybe he had spoiled her too much. 

An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken

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CW: slavery, captivity, lady whump, minor whump (whumpee is 17), forced to perform, intimate whumper

Kell scrambled to his feet. How could Robin always appear in the worst possible moments?

“We didn’t …”, Jinn tried softly.

“Shut up”, Robin interrupted. “You were supposed to practice.”

“You are the one who is late”, Kell shot back and immediately bit back on his tongue. He shouldn’t irritate her further. He wasn’t sure what she would do with that knowledge. Definitely nothing nice.

“Because unlike you”, she punched a finger in Kell’s chest, “I already memorized the whole song and unlike him”, she gestured in Jinn’s direction. “I can actually sing. And apart from that you should really consider how you talk to me.”

Kell swallowed back all the words he wanted to yell in her face. “I am sorry”, he said. He felt like he was choking on these three tiny words.

Robin tilted her head. “That’s better”, she said. “What a pity I still have to tell Oryn.” She sighed in faked sympathy. 

Kell shrugged, fighting to look casual, like that possibility didn’t bother him at all. “What do you want to tell him? It’s not a secret everyone here dreams of escaping.” His voice was quivering slightly, betraying him as so often.

Invincible like I've never been

Comfort! Hugs! Happiness! ... or something like that.

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CW: slavery, captivity

It was still fairly early and the birds were bickering over the last berries of the trees in the courtyard. Kell couldn’t believe how loud they were. He rested his elbows on the windowsill.

He had never been good at identifying birds but he was almost sure the birds down there were sparrows. He wondered where Jinn was right now. With each passing day he lost another drop of hope of seeing him again. Maybe he would never ...

Kell instinctively started counting the panels on the floor. He was waiting for Robin in one of the rehearsal rooms. Robin liked making people wait for her. But today Kell was fine with that. The later she was the less time he had to spent with her. 

Neither of them had been happy, when Oryn had paired them for their next performance. But even though Kell hated her, he had to admit that their voices harmonized perfectly. And he just hated her even more because of that.