May 7th- “Relax”
[comfort | branded | trembling]
Cw: branding, crying, wound cleaning (faintly mentioned), torture, implied failed escape attempt, forced comfort, restraints, noncon touching, possessive Whumper, manhandling
Whumpee couldn’t stop crying.
Long after the burning agony subsided, after the sting of the disinfectant against the open wound faded, after their wrists were freed from the cold metal shackles, Whumpee was still crying.
At first it was sobs. From the time Whumper had put the iron in the fire, Whumpee’s entire body had been shaking with the force of their cries.
When the burning metal had pressed against the tender skin of their back, Whumpee had screamed. They had screamed and wailed until their voice cracked and gave out.
Then they cried. Quiet, hot tears dribbling down their flushed cheeks. Barely making a sound, their breathing shallow and uneven.
The seconds blended together, stretching into minutes. Time turned fluid, slipping through the cracks of their mind without so much of a thought. One moment they were standing hunched, their arms stretched high above their head, rough metal cuffs keeping them pinned in place. The next they were on the ground, their entire body trembling weakly as Whumper gently maneuvered their head into their lap.
“Shh… it’s okay darling, it’s all over now,” Whumper whispered, combing their fingers through Whumpee’s hair. “You were so good for me, sweetheart. So good…”
Whumpee let out a shaky breath, their eyes fluttering closed as they couldn’t help but lean into the comforting touch.
“Now you’ll never forget who you belong to again,” Whumper smiled softly, brushing Whumpee’s sweaty bangs back from their forehead.
“Never, ever again.”