There will be a time of contempt. And then, finally, you can take back what's yours. Your wrath is righteous. Your revenge is justice. They deserve to suffer. Make them.

Those you love will betray you too. Trick you. You'll always be their pawn. Feel your rage, child of the Elder Blood. Feel the pleasure of release. You said it yourself. You don't need anyone. Feel the pleasure of release. You'll always be their pawn.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚🕊

Febwhump 2023 - No.13 - Caged (alt prompt)

Thank You For Fish

CW: Aftermath of torture, caretaking, glass in skin, captivity, loneliness, isolation, mer whumpee

For @whumptober 2022, day 2: cornered / caged

Signs of the Sea Masterlist, follows directly after Creeping Ambition

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The sound of the mer’s cry echoes off the ceiling and walls, his back arching, fin slapping down against flat with a heavy smack. 

“Sssshhhh, hold still. Just a few more.”

The mer whistles and looks up to where the Bahram looms over him. The human man lays a hand on his cold shoulder, palm warm and soft compared to the mer. Brown with red and pink and beige beneath looks odd, in the mer’s eyes, much stranger than the familiar cool grayish-white of the mer’s rubbery, waterproof skin. 

“Just a few more,” The Bahram repeats, and his thumb rubs, soothing, back and forth. Laid out on the platform over the small circle of water he must live in alone, the mer closes his eyes, breathing the water-heavy air through flared nasal slits, gills flat against his neck. 

There’s a pause. “I’m sorry,” the Bahram says, voice low. 

Then sharp bright pain spikes at his left hip and he whistles, his tail twitching and jerking. “Nnnnn… nnnnnnooo, Bbhhh-rrrmmm,” He wails, forcing his lips to form the clumsy, noisy syllables around his sharp fangs, to shift his tongue in their blunt song-speak. 

“It’s okay,” The Bahram repeats, his jaw set and hard. “Just two more. Hold still for me, just two more…”

The pain suddenly rises again, a wave slamming the mer against a dry hot shore.

 "Got it!“

"Nnnnoooooooo!” The mer’s head smacks back into the platform as a glass shard is pulled out from burying itself so deep that Kima feels hot dark blood well up over the skin below his navel. “Nnnnnooooo, sssssstuh-… puh-”

“I can’t,” The Bahram says, but he pauses, lowering his head. His chin dips, and the mer opens his eyes and whimpers as he watches the saltwater dripping from the Bahram’s, running down his face like floodwaters finding the sea. “I have to clean it all up, Kima, it’s my-… my job-”

“Nnnno hurrrrt, nnnnoooo…” Kima’s voice rises to a shriek, and he jerks upwards only to have the Bahram’s strong hand lay flat on his chest to force him back into his back. “Nonono-… Nnnno, nnnno-”

“Last one,” The Bahram says, but the mer barely hears the words over his own whistling keens, and they mean nothing, only sounds. 

The last piece of glass is the worst. 

“Okay,” The Bahram says, and leans down. His forehead presses against the mer’s. His voice is a whisper even though the two of them are alone. “Share with me. Share it.”

The mer whimpers and feels the Bahram’s thoughts open to his own. Split between them, the hot throb of pain through his stomach and down his tail is lessened. Both of them breathe, and the Bahram’s breath is humid, there is water in it. 

Hurt. 

I know, I know, I’m sorry. But if I left them in, they could infect, they’d make it even worse.

Hurt, Bahram. Kima hurt. 

I know, I know… it’s over now. 

Give blood? Fish for hurt? 

The guilt and self-loathing that lances through the mer’s mind is unfamiliar and hard to read. It washes over him, riptide, steals the very air from his overworked lungs. You don’t need to give any more today, Kima. 

Fish? Fish for hurt?

The Bahram pulls back, and looks away from him. The saltwater tears mark his face again. “Yeah,” He breathes out loud, and their connection is gone. The pain overwhelms as it returns to him, and the mer whimpers, rolling onto his side, pressing a hand over one of the hurting places and pulling it back to find dark burgundy blood smears along his palm and marking the tips of his claws. 

“I’ll get the fish,” The Bahram speaks in a heavy voice, signing with hands as his mouth moves, hand flat, fingers up next to his face before he tips his fingers like a cup falling over and moves his hand forward, dropping it down to meet the other in loose shapes like the mer’s claws, closing to fists as they move back against his body. Fluidly shifting as he says ‘fish’ to make the sign Kima knows best, dropping one hand and moving the other, palm facing in, in a wave pattern swimming through air. 

“Fsssshhh,” Kima repeats, hopefully, and echoes the gesture with his bloody hand. 

The Bahram swallows hard at the sight, but nods. “Go,” He says, and signs, pointing to the tank beneath them. The mer rolls until he is off the platform, falling just a few feet before slipping easily into the water below, gills opening up as nasal slits close. 

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I love when we have a monster caretaker and small small human whumpee. Caretaker is stuck in a cage, they hate their captors, they've been here a long time, and its only ever bred resentment. They're still as full of fire as they were the first day they were captured.

One day they see someone new. A small human, young. They may not be in chains like caretaker but they can smell the blood from the lashmarks on whumpee's back. They're a prisoner here, same as caretaker.

They watch whumpee whenever they're around. Whumpee is new and small, they're the target of harassment even from the other captives. That's not fair! They're not strong enough to protect themselves! Caretaker is muzzled but they're still loud, and they're reputation is still very well known. The offenders retreat hastily.

Caretaker may be caged but they can still do a good job watching over whumpee, at least some of the time. Whumpee brings them food when they can, but sometimes they also just sit against the cage, looking for comfort.

One day whumpee is caught bringing food to caretaker. The whumper is none too pleased with this. They begin to lash out at whumpee, caretaker snarls through their muzzle, starting to ram the bars. Whumper doesn't notice caretaker until the bars come crashing down. They look up in terror, standing over the bloody whumpee.

Caretaker knocks them to the ground. They can finally reach their muzzle, and they claw it off. "You keep your hands off them." It's low and powerful, bone chilling, terrifying. No one knew caretaker could speak.

little wolf

chapter two: welcome home

cw: non-human whumpee, new Master + a new home, past punishments, denying food, muzzled and tied up, idk otherwise its just New Master being sweet ig

This new Master put Pet into his trunk and promised that he'll drive carefully.

,,We'll be home in a sec, i promise," he smiled before he closed the trunk, ,,and then i'll let you out, alright? Hang on, pup."

Now, Pet was watching the sky from the window on the back, curled up in this car that didn't smell familiar at all, and tried its best to stay still and quiet. It can't cry now, it can't anger it's new Master. Just stay still and quiet and be good.

It had no idea how long the ride was, if it was an hour or three. Either way, the car finally slowed down and then stopped as Master turned off the motor.

,,We're here, buddy! Just gimme a sec, I'll get you out."

Pet heard his steps reach the trunk and then he opened it. It squeezed its eyes shut as new Master pulled its cage out and huffed at how heavy it was. He set it down carefully to lock the car.

,,Alrighty. Let's go."

He picked it up again, huffing and heavily breathing as he carried the cage inside the apartment building and up the stairs, until he reached a door and set the cage down, swiping the sweat from his forehead.

,,Whoa. You're a big one, aren't you, pal. Ufff… Well, welcome to your new home."

Pet anxiously looked around. New Master set it's cage down on the floor of the living room and crouched next to it.

,,M'kay, buddy. I'll let you out, alright? You don't have to be scared."

But it was, it was scared, it was absolutely terrified. Master opened the cage and took a few steps back.

,,Come out, pup. There's nothing to be scared of."

Pet had to listen to Master's orders. It knew better than to disobey. Slowly, it turned its muzzle towards the door and shakingly crawled out. Or, tried to. Its tied paws and wings were making it difficult.

Master breathed out, surprised by how big the creature was. Pet softly whined and lowered to the floor, trying to make itself as small and non-threatening as possible.

,,Damn, buddy, you're huge," Master chucked, visibly surprised. ,,Uhm. Let's get you out of these restraints, okay?"

Pet whimpered and flinched when Master approached it, crouching next to it slowly, keeping a distance. He reached one of his big hands, trying to not startle the thing.

,,'Kay. I'll take off these."

Master carefully untied its paws and its wings. His warm fingers brushed against Pet's matted fur and soft feathers.

,,Good. You're doing great, pup. Now I'm gonna take off the muzzle, alright? Just promise you won't bite my hand off," he chuckled softly.

Pet whimpered. It won't bite, it knows much better than that, it well remembered the agony of punishment it received when it just tried to bite or swipe at its Master, remembered the white-hot lash of pain when he whipped it and beaten it bloody for trying to hurt him or doing so accidentally.

It shivered. No, it won't bite.

Masters hands undone the buckle on the leather holding the muzzle in place and carefully slipped it off. Pet whined thankfully. Its jaws were all sore from the muzzle that didn't even allow it to open its mouth.

,,There we go," Master set the muzzle down and crossed his legs. ,,Look at you, buddy. That's better."

Pet didn't dare to move a muscle, pressed into the floor, not making a sound, watching New Master anxiously.

Master reached his hand out again. Pet flinched, but then it quickly pressed its head into Master's palm as it was trained to. It will show Master how good it can be. It tried not to shake too much and closed its eyes, waiting for Master to tug on its fur and ears or to grab it by its neck and drag it along, but new Master did none of these things. He softly petted Pet's huge head and scratched behind its ears. Pet softly purred, surprised, the sound rumbling in its chest. Master chuckled.

His hand slipped out of Pet's thick fur and Master stood up.

,,Come, pup," he said and Pet quickly obeyed, ,, I'm gonna set up a cage for you and give you some food and water, hm? You must be thirsty."

Pet followed his steps like a shadow. Master headed to a cramped small room, filled with things and boxes, and picked up a huge, spacey cage and a few blankets. Pet blinked in confusion. It surely wasn't for Pet? Master sat the cage down in one corner of the living room, close enough to the heater to keep it warm, but not too much. He hummed to himself as he filled it with a mat and the blankets, making it comfy and cozy and too good for Pet.

,,That should do," he muttered and looked over his shoulder at the creature, curled up on the floor and watching him with confusion in its wide, scared eyes. ,,Come over, little one, this is gonna be your place, okay? I'll give you a dog bed in my bedroom too if you wanna sleep there, later."

Pet slowly crawled to Master's legs, watching the cage warily. Was it really for Pet? It whined softly and Master lightly brushed his fingers over its head.

,,It's okay, buddy. Wanna try it and get in?"

An order. Pet perked up a bit and quickly obeyed, crawled into the spacious cage and curled up on the soft blankets. It chirped softly, surprised by how comfy it is. Master smiled and chuckled and scratched behind its ears again.

,,You like it?"

Pet pressed its head into Master's palm. Yes. It didn't deserve such a luxury, it knew that well, but Master seemed to be happy with it, so it was happy too.

i love them aaaaaaa

also yes New Master looks suspiciously similar to my friend but, eh, whatever

@whumpthisway here it is!! ^^

ahh this is brilliant!! I love them both sm! and it's so cool that Pet has both fur and wings, I'm imagining them and wishing I could draw lol. love love love this!

Suspended in a cage above the churches high alter crouches the whumpee. The priest has convinced everyone that the whumpee is an angel, gullible people will pay a lot of money for its blood if they belie they will be blessed by it.

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