Tie your whumpees up and throw them over the back of a horse.
Ride through the desert in the blistering sun, but don’t give them any way to protect themself from the burns.
Don’t waste any of Whumper’s precious food rations on them, they don’t need it. Certainly don’t give them any water.
Make them help pitch up the tent every day, only to tie them outside with the horse at nightfall.
Don’t give them anything to keep them warm throughout the night.
Beat them with the riding crop if they do something wrong.
Tie them up by the legs and drag them across the rocky, dirty ground.
Tie a rope around their neck and make them walk behind the horse for hours on end barefoot.
Put sand in their water if Whumper is merciful enough to give them any.
Throw fistfuls of sand and rocks at them.
Have a horse kick them/step on their foot.
Make them kneel on a cactus.
Tie them to a cactus.
Let them get caught in a sand storm with no where to take cover.
Have them drink unpurified stream water and get sick.
Threaten to leave them to the wild animals.
Have a rattlesnake slowly slither towards their bound and gagged form as they desperately try to scream for Whumper.
Let a scorpion sting them.
Have them get stuck in a cave.
Let them get caught in quicksand (not exactly a desert one but worth mentioning)
Whip their feet and make them walk on the sand.
Leave them unsupervised at night, but make it very clear that the only way they’d be able to get out of the wilderness alive is by staying with Whumper
Whumper stays in this creepy-ass cabin in the middle of nowhere, which is the perfect place to torture Whumpee, because there’s nothing for miles. No one to hear their screams.
Have them slowly lose hope, and begin to believe that the desert stretches on forever.
Um to that one anon.. was this the thing you meant?
cw: forced stripping (mild, just a shirt), torture, dehumanization, creepy/cruel/possessive whumper
“Can I put my shirt back on?” Hero asked after a minute or so passed, their face burning bright red in embarrassment. No one had ever seen them like this, no one except for… for Lover. The name stung their mind, pricking their heart like a bee’s stinger.
Villain didn’t answer. Hero awkwardly clutched their shirt in their hands, twisting the fabric between their fingers, goosebumps pricking their skin from the cold. A small vent in the ceiling, they realized, constantly blew frigid air into the room, which Hero realized was otherwise airtight when shut and locked.
“Villain?” They tilted their head, and Villain blinked, before shaking their head as they snapped out of their daze.
Cw: torture, abuse, humiliation, mentioned past torture, pet names, cruel/intimate/creepy/affectionate whumper, pet whump, non-con touching (non sexual), photographed,
Rune felt like they were dying.
Between the humiliation and the pain, there was no other explanation to why it hurt so much. Their eyes watered, vision spinning, a ragged scream torn from their throat with each nail that was hammered into their wings.
Marshall wasn’t trying to make it any gentler. Every so often, he would miss the nail head with the hammer, and slam the steel hammerhead into their bones.
They couldn’t speak, couldn’t even beg as Marshall jammed another nail through their left wing, pinning them to the basement wall, all spread out and exposed. Their tongue felt like lead in their mouth, heavy and stiff. All they could do was scream.
Civilian shivered as the harsh late-year wind blew back their hair, clutching their thin jacket tighter around their shoulders. Their breath fogged the air in front of them, coming out in a puff of white, visible in the flickering streetlight.
It really was stupid of them to be out alone so late at night, especially in the bad part of town. They should have brought something, pepper spray, a pocket knife, heck, even a lighter could have made a difference. But no. They were stupid and they went walking through Villain’s territory alone without any means of defending themself.
They really shouldn’t have been surprised when an arm hooked around their neck, and dragged them back into a dark alley.
A scream lodged in their throat as a gloved hand clamped over their mouth, muffling any calls for help.
“Oh, you’re adorable,” A cool voice muttered, hot breath tickling their cheek as a pair of lips brushed their ear. Civilian’s mind was reeling as they struggled against the iron like arms pinning them to the stranger’s chest. “Quiet down, now, you’re just wasting your energy. Believe me, you’re going to need every last bit you can spare.”
“Here you go,” Hugh murmured, setting a bowl on the coffee table in front of Maple. “This is for you, okay? You can eat it.”
Maple’s eyes flicked between Hugh’s face and the bowl, they stomach twisting with hunger. The pains had become familiar, they didn’t bother Maple as much as they used to. Hugh had given them permission to eat.
With trembling hands, they reached forwards and picked up the porcelain bowl. Oh no. Hugh had given them a very breakable bowl. It was only a matter of time before they dropped it. Hugh had been so kind and understanding so far, they had overlooked each of Maple’s stupid mistakes. Surely they wouldn’t be so merciful if Maple broke one of their nice bowls.
They were extra careful as they handled their dinner. Hugh set down a cup on the coffee table, as Maple picked up the fork as well.
“This is for you too,” Hugh pointed at the glass. “I want you to drink it all, okay? It’s just water, with a bit of ice.”
Cw: implied torture/kidnapping, kidnapping, abuse, non-con touching (non-sexual), possessive whumper, faking a death
Villain slumped down onto their couch, tearing a blood-stained hand through their hair. It had been a long day. First the whole capturing and feeling with Hero, dinner, then having to deal with Lover. Villain was worn to the bone, their head pounding from lack of sleep. They had been plotting Hero’s kidnapping for days, and had barely had any time to sit down, much less rest.
…Oh shit. Hero. Villain needed to check on them. They should have had someone else, perhaps someone more gentle on monitor duty. Henchman… Well, they were a good force of brawn, that was for sure. They pulled more than their own weight around the base, quite literally when it came to moving things around. But to be put in charge of someone as fragile as Hero was…
In a second, Villain was back on their feet, tearing down the halls of their base, until they came to the room in which Hero was staying. Henchman wasn’t known for their patience, and Hero wasn’t known for their cooperation. Putting those two together would be like lighting a fire next to a puddle of gasoline. Chaos that would most certainly result in carnage. It was why Villain had made sure that Henchman was never present at any of their battles. They could and very much would snap Hero’s neck like a toothpick.
Cw: dehumanization, conditioning, low self-esteem, past torture/abuse, injuries
Hugh guided Maple to the living room, their large hand resting lightly on Maple’s shoulder. It was beginning to get late, the bath had taken a lot longer than Hugh had intended. Their eyes nearly bulged out of their head.
“Holy shhh-ugar,” They nearly cursed, glancing at Maple who’s eyes darted around the living room, taking in every tiny detail. “I should probably go make dinner… why don’t you sit down?” They nodded to the couch, but Maple didn’t move. Hugh sighed, and used their hold on Maple to guide them over to the couch. Hugh’s clothes hung off their tiny frame, Maple was practically drowning in them. The drawstrings bin their pants were pulled tighter than Hugh had ever had them, the collar of the shirt drooping down to reveal Maple’s bruised collar bones.
Hugh lightly pushed them down to the couch cushions, pulling the fleece blanket off the back of the couch, and fanning it over Maple.
“STOP IT!” Whumpee screamed, thrashing wildly as Whumper shoved them, falling down the last few steps of the staircase before landing in a heap on her cold concrete basement floor. They scrambled to their feet, unable to do much but back away from Whumper with their hands bound behind their back. “LET ME GO!”
“My god, do you ever shut up?” Whumpee cringed back as Whumper approached them, grabbing them by the collar and throwing them to the ground.
Whumpee cried, kicking out with their legs as Whumper placed a heavy boot on their chest, pinning them to the ground.
“You’re giving me quite a headache,” Whumper growled, stepping down on Whumpee’s chest, forcing the air from their lungs. “I let you out for five minutes, and you try to run. It seems like someone needs to relearn their rules.”
“Puh-lease,” Whumpee wheezed, as Whumper pulled something out of their pocket. Whumpee’s heart nearly stopped as they saw the two metal prongs sticking from the fabric. “Do-don’t-”
“You are not in a position to tell me what to do,” Whumper hissed, as they straddled Whumpee, and fastened the shock collar around their neck, pulling it painfully tight as Whumpee sobbed.
“Now,” Whumper say back on Whumpee’s hips, keeping them pinned to the ground as they pulled the remote to the collar out from their pocket. “What’s your first rule?”
Cw: creepy/intimate whumper, restraints, left for dead, abandoned
Whumpee cried out as Whumper yanked the rope a bit tighter, nearly wrenching their arms from their sockets. The tips of their toes barely brushed the snowy ground, their arms stretched out high above their head.
“Please, Whumper, please!” Whumpee sobbed in fear as Whumper tied the other end of the rope around a nearby tree, double checking their knot to ensure it wouldn’t be coming loose.
“You- you can’t leave me, please!” Whumpee cried, swaying dangerously in their restraints as they tried to find a balance between putting the pressure of their weight on their toes and wrists. Their arms were already starting to go numb, whether it was from the cut off blood flow or the cold, Whumpee didn’t know.
“I can and I will,” Whumper grunted, quickly patting down their pockets. They cursed under their breath, before tugging their belt loose from their jeans, tying a quick knot in it, before approaching Whumpee.
“Wh-what-“ Whumpee screamed as Whumper jammed the harsh leather between their teeth. Whumpee choked, gagging at the bitter taste.
They whimpered as Whumper buckled it around the back of their head, pulling it as tight as it would go.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Whumper sighed, tilting their head as they examined Whumpee’s tear stained face.
“Ee-ase,” Whumpee cried, the sound muffled by the leather knot weighing down their tongue. “Um-er, ee-ase!”
“I sure did love the way you screamed,” Whumper’s tone became regretful, as they roughly patted Whumpee’s cheek.
“Hang in there,” Whumper chuckled at their own joke, ruffling Whumpee’s hair, before starting off in the other direction.
Hero groaned, resting their sweaty forehead on the cool concrete floor. A terrible shiver wracked their thin body, as a groan slipped from their lips.
“Hush, Darling,” Supervillain murmured gently, pulling their limp, docile form into their arms. “You’re alright.” They whispered, brushing a damp lock of hair out of Hero’s face.
No. They weren’t alright. Hero thought, but it felt as if their head was stuffed full of cotton. They couldn’t think straight. All they knew was that someone was holding them, cradling their body close to their chest in a warm embrace. They were so cold…
“There we go, you’re being so good,” Supervillain cooed, chuckling as a tiny bead of saliva dripped from Hero’s lips, trailing down their chin. Completely helpless.
It had only taken ten milligrams of the drug to completely subdue the city’s savior. Ten milligrams, and they weren’t even able to speak.
Hero jolted in Supervillain’s arms as a loud alarm blared, startling them both.
“Stupid bird,” Supervillain grumbled, setting down Hero. There was one particular crow who just loved to set off the motion sensors and trigger the intruder alarm. Supervillain could swear the bird knew what it was doing. “I’ll be back in just a moment, love,” They said to Hero, before slipping out of their cell.
Hero groaned again, their flushed cheek pressing against the floor.
***
“-ero, Hero!” Villain shouted as they shook their nemesis, breathing out a sigh of relief as Hero sluggishly blinked open their eyes.
Hero’s breath hitched at their vision cleared, finding Villain’s concerned eyes boring into their own only inches away.
“Oh thank god, Hero,” Villain’s hand raised to gently cup their cheek. “I was so wor- You’re burning up,” They frowned, moving their hand to Hero’s clammy forehead. “What did they do to you?”
Hero groaned, leaning into their cool hand.
“Don’t worry,” Villain murmured, scooping Hero’s form into their arms, picking them up with ease. “I’m going to help you.”
All while Villain carried the nearly unconscious , drugged out of their mind nemesis through the halls of Supervillain’s base, they mumbled reassuring praises under their breath.
“It’s going to be okay,” Villain promised, as they stepped over Supervillain’s lifeless body, kicking the corpse on their way out the door.
Whumpee dashed through the near-empty streets, heart pounding out of their chest, their lungs burning and their legs aching. But they couldn’t stop. Not with the royal guards chasing after them, slowly gaining as their stamina withered away.
Raindrops poured from the dark clouds that covered the sky, which turned the dirt streets to mud, which splashed up Whumpee’s pant legs with each stride they took. Their fingers were starting to go numb from the cold, clutched around the leather satchel to keep it from swinging wildly as they ran, but they had to keep going.
Whumpee turned a sharp corner, trying to duck into the alleyway between two shops, but their ankle rolled, and they fell face-first into the muddy ground. Pain shot up their arm, which they ignored, as they struggled to push themself up.
Something heavy hit against their back, sending them crashing back to the muddy ground.
“Well, look who we finally caught. The little rat who’s been sneaking ‘round the castle.” The boot dug harder into their back, before pulling away.
Whumpee groaned, trying to crawl away, but two hands roughly grabbed them by the arms, and hoisted them to their feet.
“It’s ‘bout time we caught you. The king will be pleased.” One of the guards chuckled.
“Let me go you bastards!” Whumpee cried, as they struggled to get away from the person holding them. “I didn’t do anything!” They lied through her teeth.
“Of course you didn’t, kid. Then you won’t mind if we check your bag?” Whumpee didn’t have time to even process what the guard said, before their satchel was ripped away from them.
“No-” they exclaimed, but it was too late. The guard opened the bag, already a few precious gems spilling out.
Another palace guard slowly strutted over, reaching down, and picking up one of the jewels. “Hmm, if I didn't know better, I’d say you were lyin’ to us.”
“I’m not, I swear! Those- those are mine!” Whumpee tried, but it was in vain, as the guard barked out a laugh. The guard’s smile dropped, as he grabbed them by the jaw, leaning in close enough that Whumpee could smell their rancid breath.
“Oh please. I saw you the first time you stole from the castle, it ain’t easy to forget a face like that. Now, shut your mouth, or we’ll have no choice but to gag you.”
Whumpee sucked in a sharp breath, but stayed quiet as a fourth, the final guard stepped forwards. They held something in their hands- a coil of rope. Whumpee yelped as their wrists were wrenched together, the coarse rope tightly wound around them. They guessed it was bruised, in the worst case sprained, but didn’t have much time to think about it as the guard secured, and yanked on the ropes, ensuring it wouldn’t come loose.
The first guard, the one holding them, shoved them forwards into the fourth, who grabbed Whumpee by the hair, and pulled them out of the alley mouth, into the center of the street. People had started to gather, looking from doorways and windows, trying to see what the commotion was.
Whumpee’s breath caught in their throat as the second guard grabbed something off one of the horses. Another coil of rope, much thicker than the first.
“Wh-what are you doing-” Whumpee was cut off as one of the guard’s palms slammed into their cheek in a hard slap.
“Quiet.” They snapped, and Whumpee wisely shut their mouth.
They pulled back as the second guard approached them with the rope, but they couldn’t get very far with the fourth holding them in place.
“Stop squirming,” The second spat, as he reached forwards, and tied the rope in an intricate knot around their neck, one that looked horribly like a noose.
A small sound slipped from Whumpee’s lips as the rope tightened around their throat, not quite tight enough to cut off their air, but enough so to be immensely uncomfortable.
Whumpee was yanked forwards as the guard gave the rope a harsh tug, choking.
“Yeah, this’ll work,” The second guard muttered, as he then tied the other end of the rope to one of the horse’s saddles. “Come on, the king’s expecting us.”
Whumpee was forced to walk, their head hanging down in shame as onlooking peasants stared and whispered. Their cheeks burned, as they kept their eyes locked firmly on the ground. It was better not to look up.
“Stupid freaking rain,” Whumpee muttered to themself, ducking their head against the torrential downpour. Their day had already been terrible, and the storm was not at all helping their mood improve as they speed-walked to their car.
Whumpee fumbled with the keys for a moment, before pulling open the door, and sliding into the driver’s seat. They shoved their bag into the front passenger seat, and jammed the keys into the ignition.
The car started up, and they shifted it into reverse, backing out of the parking spot, before putting it into drive, and pulling out of the lot.
They had barely made it out of the commuter lot, before they felt something hard press against the back of their head.
“Turn left.” A cold voice hissed, as Whumpee’s breath hitched, and they felt themself stiffen.
my bad, I think I wasn't online when you posted that!
If they haven't already been done what about 1 and/or 2?
- July
1- Drowning
2- Cold
No worries! :)
Cw: water torture, drowning, conditioning, cruel Whumper
Whumpee stared down at the bathtub in front of them, a terrible sense of dread and apprehension settling in their gut, making their chest go tight and it hard for them to breathe. The icy water seemed to stare back at them, it’s glare cold and threatening.
“I want you to tell me what you did wrong,” Whumper growled, their grip tightening painfully in Whumpee’s hair, drawing a small sound of pain from their lips.
“I, erm- agh-“ Whumpee didn’t have a moment to prepare themself, before Whumper slammed their head under the water.
Whumpee’s eyes flew open, as the cold water seemed to prick their skin like a million little pins. Their mouth opened in a watery scream, an eruption of bubbles spewing from their mouth and nose before they realized that they were wasting the little bit of precious air they had in their lungs, and smartly shut their mouth.
They thrashed against the grip that held them underwater, kicking out their legs as their lungs burned, begging for a breath. Eventually, they could stand it no longer, and on instinct took a big inhale of the ice-filled water.
Whumpee choked as the water invaded their lungs, their thrashing doubling as they coughed and sputtered, only breathing in more water in the process. Their mind seemed to fill with water, every single thought they ever had disappearing in a moment. All that mattered was air. They needed air.
Just as they were starting to go limp, Whumper yanked them back up above the surface, hitting them hard on the back as Whumpee broke down into a coughing fit, chest heaving as they desperately tried to rid the water from their lungs, their soaked hair hanging in their eyes.
“Let’s try this again,” Whumper’s hand yanked their hair, keeping them upright as they tried to curl in on themself. “What did you do wrong?”
“I- I spoke out- out of turn,” Whumpee sobbed in between gasps for breath, trembling on their knees.
“And what happens when you speak out of turn?” Whumper prompted, like they were talking to a toddler.
“I- I get- get punished?” Whumpee’s forehead scrunched up, as they braced themself for whatever pin was sure to follow.
“Exactly.” Whumper hissed, before shoving their head back underwater.
10 but please don't let the whumpee die my heart can't handle that
10- Left for Dead
Cw: left for dead, abandonment, nature whump, cold whump, implied past abuse/conditioning
A light snow was falling, dusting the forest floor in a layer of fluffy white. The bare trees stood tall, looking hundreds of feet over the snowy, cold Earth. With half-glazed eyes, Whumpee watched as a snowflake slowly drifted to the ground.
The dead leaves crunched under Whumper’s feet, leaving a trail of boot prints behind them as they ventured deeper and deeper into the woods.
Whumper grunted as they heaved Whumpee’s limp form off their shoulder, dropping them to the ground next to a large oak tree. Whumpee didn’t make a sound as they hit the ground, the snow around them quickly turning red with their blood.
Whumper muttered to themself as they grabbed Whumpee by their shoulders, and propped them up against the tree, before pulling the coil of rope off of their shoulder.
Whumpee wasn’t sure what was happening as their arms were wrenched backwards not an awkward, painful angle, almost like they were giving the tree a backwards hug, before the rope began to loop around their wrists, binding them to the tree.
“Please,” They whispered, as the snow began to soak through their thin pants, a bout of chills running up their spine. It was cold out. They wouldn’t last very long in the cold.
Whumper didn’t say anything as they pulled a strip of fabric out of their jacket pocket, before forcing open Whumpee’s mouth with their hands, and shoving the rag into their mouth, knotting it around the back of their head.
They double checked the knots, making sure that Whumpee wouldn’t be going anywhere, before standing up.
“Goodbye, Whumpee,” Whumper looked down at their captive with mixed emotions. They would miss their little toy. Whumpee had always been their favorite. “Hopefully your next life will be more fortunate.”
Whumpee tried to cry out as Whumper began to walk away. They didn’t know what they had done wrong this time, but they would be better! Please! They would do anything Whumper wanted, please! Just don’t leave them!
Just don’t leave them.
Just don’t leave…
***
“Holy shit,” Caretaker gasped, quickly breaking into a run. They dropped to their knees by the bound figure’s side, their fingers flying to their neck, searching for a pulse.
Oh no.
Caretaker pressed their fingers harder into the side of the person’s throat, desperation taking over their mind. No, they could be-
Thump…
Thump…
Caretaker breathed out a sigh of relief. The heartbeat was faint, but there.
They yanked off their jacket, draping it over the stranger as they yanked the gag free from their lips, before getting to work on the ropes’ knots.
Whumpee sat awkwardly in the corner, glancing around at all of the couples talking and laughing, dining on the delicately prepared appetizers the waiters carried around.
“Quiche?” One waiter offered, holding out a tray to Whumpee.
“Oh, uh, no thank you,” They declined, shaking their head.
Whumpee crossed their arms tightly over their chest, startling as the chair next to them was pulled out.
“Mind if I sit here?” A finely dressed person asked, inclining their head towards the chair.
“Uh, go- erm, go ahead,” Whumpee’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as their voice cracked, but the person just chuckled as they sat down, crossing their legs at the knees.
“Are you enjoying the party?” The stranger asked.
“Oh, uh, not really,” Whumpee admitted, looking down to their lap. “Parties aren’t really my setting.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” The stranger’s eyes met theirs, and Whumpee shifted in their seat, uncomfortable under the sudden attention. “How about I get you a drink?”
“No- erm, no thank you,” Whumpee declined. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Please, I insist.” The stranger smiled, and Whumpee felt a bad feeling settle in their gut. “You must try the Cabernet Sauvignon, it’s to die for.” The stranger pushed up, and disappeared into the crowd.
That was odd, Whumpee thought to themself, fiddling with the cuff of their sleeve as they waited for the stranger to return.
They did, carrying a wine glass in each of their hands. They offered the one in their left hand out to Whumpee, keeping the other for themself. Whumpee cautiously took the glass, the dark red liquid nearly sloshing over the rim.
“Now, what must so do to get a pretty thing like you to tell me your name?” The stranger asked.
“Uh, ask?” Whumpee didn’t mean for the word to come out like it did, but the stranger just chuckled.
“Fair, fair. My name’s Whumper, and you are?”
“Whumper?” Whumpee repeated, their eyebrows furrowing. “Like the host?”
“The very one,” Whumper nodded with a small soft smile. “What’s your name, Darling?”
Whumpee ignored the way their skin crawled at the name. “Whumpee,” They answered.
“Well, Whumpee, aren’t you going to take a sip?” The stranger asked, casually tipping their own glass into their mouth.
Awkwardly, Whumpee raised the wine cup to their lips, and took a small sip, grimacing at the taste.
“Not one for dry wine, I see,” Whumper chuckled at their expression. “I could go get you something else-”
“No, it- it’s fine,” Whumpee said, forcing themself to take another breath as not to seem rude.
Whumper smiled softly.
It wasn’t long before Whumpee’s vision went fuzzy. Blinking in a futile attempt to clear their vision, they set their cup on the table, nearly knocking it over.
“Whumpee, are you feeling alright?” Whumper asked, their brows furrowing.
“I- I’m…” Whumpee’s tongue felt like lead in their mouth.
“Oh dear, it looks like you need to lay down,” Whumper set their own glass down, and pushed up from their chair, wrapping an arm around Whumpee’s shoulders, and hauling them to their feet.
Whumpee wanted to protest, but they couldn’t speak. They could barely move as Whumper took most of their weight, and half-carried them out of the gathering hall unnoticed.
As soon as they were out of the hall, Whumper scooped up Whumpee’s legs, holding them close to their chest in a bridal style carry. Whumpee tried to scream, but their mind was beginning to go foggy, and they could think straight. They couldn’t remember where they were, or what was happening.
“Shh, sweetheart, close your eyes,” Whumper muttered as they carried Whumpee up to a large oak door, and pushed it open, revealing a dark staircase leading down to a basement. “You’ll be a great addition to my collection.”
I haven;t edited the first piece to fit the names, but Whumpee is Maple, Caretaker is Hugh, and though it doesn’t apply to this chapter, Whumper is Bram
“So, uh, here’s the bathroom,” Hugh muttered as they awkwardly ushered Maple into their small bathroom, ducking their head to avoid banging it on the doorframe as they followed closely behind. “Do you, erm, do you think you can do this alone, or do you need me to help you?” They asked.
Hugh waited a minute for an answer that never came.
“Oh-kay…” Hugh mumbled to themself. “I guess I’m helping you.” They walked over to the bath, bending down so they could turn on the water.
“You can, uh, keep your clothes on, if that makes you more comfortable,” Hugh said as they put the drain plug in place, grabbing the bottle of bubble bath off the little shelf above the toilet. “Poppies or no poppies?” They asked. Maple’s eyebrows scrunched together, a bewildered expression crossing their face.
Rune tucked their wings against their back as they followed Mabel inside. At first glance, the woman’s house was small and cluttered. Nearly every surface was covered with magazines, picture frames, and other trinkets. The house smelled strongly of baked goods and scented candles.
“This little corner is just for you, Sugar,” Mabel beckoned them over to a large white painted dog crate that was placed in between the couch and the wall. Rune’s heart sunk to their toes. As cruel as he was, Darius had never made them sleep in a cage. They weren’t a fucking dog!
They didn’t dare speak up. It didn’t look that bad, they thought to themself in a pitiful attempt to feel better. A plush looking cushion covered the bottom of the cage, and three of the four walls were made of wood. The fourth and front facing wall was split in half, the left half being a gate sealed with a padlock, metal bars filling the gaps. A few blankets and other plush toys were carelessly tossed inside.
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