All Settled In
Finally breaking the curse of never writing more than three chapters of new projects. Not the most whump-packed of drabbles, but it mostly serves to conclude the setup of Caged Canary.
Continued from Birdcage.
contents: hero/villain whump, captivity whump, hero whumper, defiant winged villain whumpee, dehumanizing nickname, cage, collar, food, swearing.
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How much further was Bradley going to go? This was just the beginning, the first day, and he had already stripped Oscar of his name and locked him in a cage. He wouldn’t stop at that, that much was obvious, but Oscar hadn’t figured him out yet, had no idea what he would come up with, and that terrified him.
Once he couldn’t sit still anymore and had to come back to reality, no matter how messed up it was, he jumped to his feet and started to pace around the cage. It was large enough that he could do that - it encompassed the entire length of the wall of the large trophy room, and he had a feeling there was no such thing as a tiny room in Bradley’s house. The ceiling was ridiculously high as well, and that brought him the most relief, since it allowed the cage to be fairly tall. He could spread his wings, extend them as far as possible, without being confined by the cage, and he could fly. He leaped up for the first time in days, propelled himself with his wings, and gripped the highest point of the cage where the bars connected. He examined the junction with narrowed eyes, slowly brushed his fingers over it in search of a weak spot, finally he pulled and pushed and tried to rattle the bars - no budge.
Whoever Bradley had commissioned had done their job well.