Truth be told, there isn't much of a story. There was a handful of chapters with no established timeline. I should add them to my masterlist, they are just older pieces that I feel are a little rougher than what I try to put out now.

JUST for you though, I just went through and updated my masterlist to include the five pieces I wrote for it, as well as linked a fanart whump-queen did.

Broken bones, deep bruises. Luka hurts deeply, the constant throbbing pain the backdrop of his new life.

Alexander, standing before him, holds up a pill bottle, tipping it side to side slowly like a sand timer. Luka can hear the chalky capsules rattle as they chase each other from side to side.

“Guess what these are?”

Luka squinted. Even though Alexander let him have his glasses, the prescription was long outdated, and from his place on the floor he couldn’t make out what it said on the paper label.

“Pain meds?” He tried, quietly, cautiously.

Alexander nodded and smiled.

Luka wasn’t sure it was a good thing for him when Alexander smiled.

“May I have some?...” Luka’s chest tightened with anxiety as the words left him. There was a dreadful hope there welling in his stomach, but Alexander always liked to take that away.

“See, that’s the thing...” Alexander crouched down to Luka’s level, smirking when he scrambled away from him in fear.

The tip of Alexander’s stiletto pressed against his throat stopped him short.

“What are you going to do to earn it?”

Quiet Time

Alexander and Luka time

The synopsis for them is very simple: Alexander saw a man and thought “he’s going to be my new plaything,” and he made it so. “Luka” now lives an unfortunate life as Alexander’s torture pet chained up in his basement. 

This is a particularly brutal chapter where Luka really starts to break. Content warnings include: forced starvation/dehydration, sensory deprivation, gagging, shock collars/threat of electrocution, psychological torture via isolation, suspension, stress positions, bondage but not in a kink way just a really crappy way, chaining, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, stockholm syndrome, duct tape bondage that I also sometimes spell as duck tape, gags and muzzles, beatings, so many blood, behavioral conditioning

Also it’s hella long but I’m not breaking it up so, end joy

Special thanks to @knivestothroats for being my muse for Alexander and helping me on these pieces, you’re an absolute fucking lad, everybody go read their shit 

tagging @whumpupthejam who requested a trope in here!

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“Wake up.”

Alexander pushes a boot between Luka’s ribs, jostling him in his sleep. He opens his eyes blearily, blinking slowly.

“Good morning.” His voice is raspy with sleep.

“Good morning. Time to get up.”

Luka’s eyes dart nervously to the hook. 

“Do I - do I have to get strung up right away?”

“Why, did you have other plans?”

The cement floors didn’t feel so uncomfortable anymore. Luka wasn’t sure what that meant about how long he’d been down there. It felt better not to think about it.

Honestly, he was just happy to be off the hook. He’d been hanging from it for most of the day and had taken an extended beating. Now it seemed whatever Alexander had wanted to work out on him had been satisfied, and he was glad to be able to sit against the couch next to his legs while they watched TV.

Everything hurt, and he was so tired. He was trying to pay attention to the movie, really, but it was hard to stay awake and focused.

Luka still wasn’t allowed on the furniture, but the cement basement floor wasn’t so bad when he could press against Alexander’s warm legs. He knew he was pushing it, but if Alex minded, he didn’t say.

Alexander was drinking some and it seemed to pair with his good mood. Luka’s legs were still bound to cripple him at the knees, but his hands had an unusually comfortable amount of chain attaching them together. The shock collar was on, but Alexander wasn’t playing with the remote and it wasn’t secured so tightly it was a constant pain on his throat.

Luka laid his head against Alexander’s thigh, closing his eyes. He nudged a little /past/ accidentally against Alexander’s hand there, which responded by carding his fingers absentmindedly through his hair.

Luka purred, the soft gentling soothing and pleasurable when so much of his existence had turned to pain. Fingernails traced along his scalp, parting the hair and sending tingles down his spine. He shivered lightly and pushed against the hand.

The hand stopped its petting after a while, and Luka suppressed a whine.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

He surprised himself with how readily he answered.

“Well, we can’t always get what we want, can we?”

Luka pursed his lips together in disappointment, but didn’t dare protest. It was just nice to be leaning on his thigh, his hand resting in his hair.

“You just want my attention, huh?”

Luka froze, frowning to himself.

“What? No.”

Alexander’s hand paused in his hair, the fist tightening slowly, threateningly.

/No secrets between us, right, Luka?/

He realized with a sinking feeling that Alexander was right.

Alexander was always right.

He had to take in a slow, shuddering breath.

“M-maybe? ...Yes, I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to bug you, I’m sorry...” He shied away, automatically expecting retribution, but Alexander just chuckled and pulled him back with a tug.

“I suppose I can’t blame you. Do you get lonely down here without me?”

No, of course not. Alexander’s presense meant pain, meant spending time with his captor.

Yet, he did miss him when he was gone. He missed him so, so much.

“Yes...”

“Hmm?”

“Yes, I do.”

Alexander sighed, but rewarded his honesty with an absentminded scratch along the crown of his head.

“I guess that’s only natural. Your whole world revolves around me now, doesn’t it?”

Luka hummed in a distressed sound of agreement. Down here his role was very simple: do as Alexander tells him to do. Make Alexander happy. He rarely saw another living soul, only when Alex had friends visit, and any access to food or water or rest had to be granted to him by his captor. Yes, his whole world had dissolved down to Alexander. Pleasing Alexander. Surviving Alexander.

“I really didn’t mean to - to bother you. I’m sorry... you can always ignore me, I mean of course, if you want, not that I - I just mean I don’t mean -“

The fist in his hair clenched hard and he yelped before falling silent. The hand relaxed after a moment, smoothing the ruffled hair there.

“Do you want me to ignore you?”

Luka hates how fast the tears welled in his eyes at the thought.

“No.” He answered miserably. It was an honest answer, but Luka’s comfort wasn’t exactly Alexander’s priority.

“Then aren’t you lucky I’m here now?”

Luka nodded against his leg, and Alex seemed satisfied enough by that.

Luka stared at the TV screen with unseeing eyes, his attention forever focused on Alexander.