14. He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you - Rejection | Scars

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Warnings: scars, injuries, implied torture, mentioned drowning, intimate whumper

The welts across their back had turned into thick scars. They could feel them sometimes with the shift and tug of clothes, the way the skin felt tight if it pulled in the wrong direction. The bruises on their wrists bloomed in deeper shades only to fade quickly, but the ache was still there.

They looked at the cuts on their face, stark under the harsh lighting of the bathroom. Glistening red. Their eyes traced the shapes of their features, the line of their jaw. The way their hair fell around their face and framed them like the dark circles framed their eyes and the blotchy ring of bruises that circled their throat.

So many injuries. So many hurts. All healed by her stupid, magical, wonderful pool. They went in willingly now, not wishing to be half-drowned again. But still, it was all scarred. She couldn’t wash that away. They were still marked. There was still evidence, she couldn’t erase the pain, even if sometimes the memories were hazy.

They trudged down the stairs and found their way to the breakfast room, slipping into the chair she pulled out. The table was laid with fancy, delicate plates of pastries, fresh fruit, and a rack of toast, and the smell of strong coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice permeated the air. Like it was just a typical day, in an ordinary house, during normal circumstances.

They felt entirely underdressed for the setting, always did. They felt like a mess of scar tissue, webs and lines and fissures, inside and out. The glue of defiance that held them together was starting to weaken, crumble. Cracks appeared, like the lines they could trace on their skin.

“Good morning,” Celeste said, lightly brushing their hair aside.

Stone nodded hello, numb. They tried to find something to say but came up blank, bit their lip and sighed.

“You do look lovely today,” Celeste murmured.

Of course she would think so. It was all her making, afterall.

@whumpthisway @lonesome--hunter

oh no this is the last one uploaded uwu :3 i love all of these so much Socks, you’ve done such an awesome job!! :’)

Stone breaking down here, ouchie my heart </3 they’ve been so good and strong, they rly need a hug,, (not from you Celeste!! >.>)

oh and this: ‘The glue of defiance that held them together was starting to weaken, crumble. Cracks appeared, like the lines they could trace on their skin.’ like, bud, your writing is too beautiful, the angst is killing me here ^w^

and them having scars despite the magic pool... like yes pls, ‘still, it was all scarred. She couldn’t wash that away. They were still marked.’ - i mean, we wouldn’t want the magic water to heal all of it, right?? gotta have a little reminder :3

love itttttttt :D <3 <3 <3

12.   “You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?” - Brainwashing | Interrogation

I am once again a day late, I lost my buffer of content oopsie

Warnings: creepy whumper, restraints, magical whump, brain washing, memory loss

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They didn’t mean for it to happen. They didn’t want to be there but her strength was too much to resist, the pain she could inflict with a thought was too much to withstand.

And so there they were, the warning from the hidden note screaming in their mind. Her hands were on their head, and their limbs were bound and an ornate mirror glimmered before them.

She held Stone steady beneath their chin, with one hand in their hair. And the lure or the mirror, the desire to see where the danger was grew and grew. 

“Please, why, what are you doing?” they asked, looking steadily at the floor.

“Helping to make it all better, make it easier. We could be much better acquainted Stone, dear precious Stone.”

“You’re holding me against my will, I won’t be your friend!”

“Shh, I know you think so. But just a little time with me, just a little look, and you’ll feel so much better.”

Her hand tugged, pulling tightly until their scalp burned and their eyes watered.

“I don’t tire easily. I can outlast you. Just take a peek, hmm? What’s got you so worried about a little mirror? A little pampering?”

They twisted their arms against the ropes holding them to the chair. They couldn’t give away that they knew something, that there had been a warning. It would lose the only advantage they had. “Just seems weird, tying me down in this dimly lit room. I rather go back to bed.”

“You’ll feel refreshed once we’re done.”

Reluctantly, they swallowed their fear and glanced up.

One glance was all it took. One moment where they met her eyes in the mirror and the rest of the world fell away. Her image grew larger in their eyes, filled their mind, her eyes glowed brightly, her figure in the mirror almost effervescent as everything else dimmed

There, sweet. Precious. 

They couldn’t blink, they couldn’t turn their head. They watched as her hands stroked over their hair and they couldn’t even open their mouth to protest. 

I am all you need. There is nothing else you desire. Nothing else you want for. All is well. Stay a while, stay and be fulfilled.

Terror rose and built, they were trapped, they could barely even breathe! As it crested they felt the wave crash, and break, and underneath it was a calm, quiet thought. A calm, serene mind. 

Dizzy, yes, but safe. Confused, and tired, but heavy with contentment. Peaceful, only a brief, flickering thought that flapped like a bird’s wings inside a cage fluttered frantically in the back of their mind. Until that, too, was smothered.

All is well, you can just be now, Precious.

The sun flew across the sky and set again before the mirror was covered over again. Celeste pulled away and kissed their forehead. Stone blinked dry eyes and gratefully accepted the help to move stiff limbs down to the kitchen for a light supper. That night they inspected the rope burn on their wrists, deep and itching, and didn’t know where it had come from. They hadn’t been tied down that long had they? Hadn’t it only been a few moments?

@whumpthisway @lonesome–hunter

oh shucks THAT’S NOT GOOD :S love a wee bit of mind control,, idk why Stone was kicking up such a fuss, it’s just a pretty, totally harmless mirror right? nothing to be worried about, right Celeste?? eeeeek!

i love that they had the wrist burns from hours of being there when they thought it was moments,, like ahhh so perfectly unnerving :3

also Celeste calling them Precious,,, O-O <3 <3

10.   “What is that noise?” - Paranoia | Crying

Catching up because I forgot to post yesterday! O.O

Warnings: angst, crying, captive whumpee, vague thoughts about threats, one (1) swear word

Stone was exhausted, and they knew that was part of the problem. Celeste always gave them plenty of time to sleep at night, but who could sleep well in the same house as the person who took delight in torturing you? Who could sleep well when they were trapped and spent every day in fear and pain, and surrounded by things that by logical understanding shouldn’t exist?

Stone certainly couldn’t and the dark bags under their eyes showed it.  It had only been a week and a half but it felt far, far too long.

And it’s why they weren’t too ashamed about the hot, heavy tears that had been wanting to spill all day. It had been awful, biting them back, holding them in, with Celeste’s fake softness tightening like a noose—all while they waited for the sharp sting of disapproval and pain that always appeared.

Now, locked in ‘their’ room, with the light off and the covers pulled tight around their shoulders—it started to overrun. Every emotion they’d held at bay, every terror, every indignity.

The frustration of not being able to change any of it. The hurt they’d endured, the worry of what they might face next. Exhausted and trembling, they cast about the small room for the best place to curl up and hide their cries from their eavesdropping captor.

One wardrobe, the bed, and a table set with a glass of water was all the sparse room contained. The wardrobe was too small to sit in and the two narrow windows cast moonlight into the corners.

In a move of self pity and loathing the vulnerability it exhibited, Stone clambered off the bed and pulled the covers with them. They scooted across the thin rug and pulled themself and the bedding under the bed frame. 

And then they covered their face with their blanket and let it all out. They screamed and sobbed into the fabric, holding it tightly against their mouth so they wouldn’t be overheard. Despite the release and relief of letting go, it was devastating to be hiding under the bed like a child from a monster.

But a monster roamed the halls, an evil dogged their every breath, and they’d do anything not to be found wailing about it in the dead of night.

They fell asleep there, their face hot and their body breathless. They woke with dawn’s early light and sighed, cramped and with an aching hip from the cold floor. They were about to pull themself out of their hiding spot when they noticed a scrap of paper stuck between the slats and the mattress. 

They plucked it free and unfolded it with slow movements. Someone else had been here? In this exact spot? Had they hiding, just like Stone was?

Someone else who had been trapped just like they had been? It was both comforting and a terrible thought, that they weren’t alone in having suffered through this. Where was that person now, had they made it out in one piece? Had they made it out at all?

They must have kept some presence of mind, known that someone else might end up here, and that was… reassuring in a strange way. But the contents of the note wiped the reassurance away in one short line.

Don’t look in her mirror, don’t look in her eyes.

Dread washed over Stone, their stomach flipped and their heartbeat rose. What the fuck did that mean?

@whumpthisway @lonesome–hunter

AHHHH fkshfkshf oh mannnn. i love this, poor Stone trying not to break and keeping all their feelings in,, hiding under the bed, i just want to smush them gently and feed them hot chocolate <3 <3 you write their angsting so well!!! <3

AND THEN THE NOTE :o i am shooketh,,, Celeste’s gonna try and keep them here for longer right?? ahh i can’t wait to see,, and what happened to her previous poor victim,,, *bounces* :D

9. Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. - Begging | Gagged

Warnings: MOUTH GORE, restraints, gags, blood, creepy whumper

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The camera flashed again and they winced.

“Oh, you ruined it,” Celeste admonished. “I suppose the ball gag is a little rudimentary though you’re right.”

With their arms bound behind them Stone could do nothing to help or hinder her unbuckling the gag and pulling it free. Drool hung in a string from their lips to the large silicone ball that had ached their jaw for the last half an hour. They shook their head to dispel it, feeling humiliation rise up their chest and face in a deep red flush.

“We’ll keep trying until we get it right, we have all day.”

Stone threw her an irritated grimace and looked away. Celeste had laid out white clothes for them to wear that morning, striking Stone across the face when they tried to refuse. Mixed with the white room, it was unnerving. Not a speck of colour in the entire space, save for Celeste and her tools. The windows were painted over until little natural light came through, the walls, floor, ceiling, were all the same shade of pure snow white. This is yours to decorate, she’d said when they entered, we’ll have it looking pretty as a ruby by the end of the month.

They shivered at what that might mean, eyes roving listlessly across the implements she’d laid out. There had been blindfolds, gags, tape and rope and thin delicate chains, all to adorn them so she could take what she called—forebodingly—before and after images.

OH DAMN,,, a blank canvas plus a whumper with a liking for blood,,, not a good combo for a poor whumpee!! also, bud, you come up with the most creative (and awesomely evil) whump ideas!! roses in the mouth,,, owwww (but so good :3)

I wonder how else she’s gonna decorate the room.... >:)

7. Fear death by water - Waterboarding | Drowning

Warnings: Simulated drowning, brief choking/strangulation, intimate whumper, noncon touching

The stairs she led Stone down were rough hewn, old, greying and worn in the middle like they’d been trod many times. Probably they had been, they seemed older than anything else in the house by a long shot. Stone struggled in her firm grip, trying to pull away, but her hand was stronger and they were so sore from the previous day that jostling hurt too much.

“Where are you taking me?” they asked, voice hoarse.

“You’ll see.”

They didn’t want to, they almost wished they were blindfolded again so they didn’t have to confront it. A few more minutes of walking and the stairway ended in a passage. The light was strange, refracting on the wall in glowing blue-green shifting patterns, making the stonework look like it was sparkling. The short passage opened up into a low, long, underground cavern.

Stone stopped short, looking in wonder at the beautiful inlaid decoration of pebbles and shells that adorned the walls, and the sunken pool that glimmered with a lit chandelier above it.

“What…?”

“Come into the pool.”

The clothes she had laid out--after removing all others from the wardrobe in their room--suddenly made sense. The short tunic with no sleeves, the lightweight fabric. They’d resisted wearing it but it was either that or nothing…

Celeste walked to the edge of the pool and gestured, and her face was blissed out as she entered the water. Stone stuck a toe in and it was warm, but they didn’t want to bathe with her, not even a little. They crossed their arms and held their ground.

“This is a sacred place, do not make me use violence here,” Celeste’s voice echoed around the concave ceiling in an eerie way.

“So don’t, but I’m not getting in.”

She moved faster than they could account for, her hand wrapped around their ankle and yanked them off their feet. They hit the ground with a heavy thud, bruising their already wounded body and they cried out, going limp. She cradled them close as she dragged them down the steps into the water.

“Very bad behaviour Stone, and I was going to make sure this didn’t hurt. Oh well.”

She ripped the sash off her own tunic and wrapped it twice around their throat before using it as leverage to force their face underwater. Stone spluttered, gasped and inhaled a lungful of water and screamed. She held them under for long moments before easing them back to the surface.

They coughed and writhed and clawed at the constriction around their neck and she only tutted and used the sash to dip them back under, dragging them both further into the pool where Stone’s feet couldn’t push them back to the surface. After the second time she held Stone gently in her arms to let them regain their breath, but once they did she forced them back under by the shoulders.

They looked up through stinging eyes and thrashed as she held them longer, too long, until black encroached their vision and their lungs burned.

“There now, a few more dips should be enough.”

She stroked their arm and they shivered despite the warm water but… it didn’t hurt. The welts and burns from the hot wax were almost gone. They looked in confusion at their own skin, dragging a weak hand over marks that were now less pronounced and much less painful. “What…? I don’t…”

“Healing waters, precious Stone.” she replied, stroking her hand over their wet straggly hair, as her own dark curls fanned out around them in the water. “I can be kind, too. You'll see.”

But she still dunked them under, held tight by the sash around their throat twice more. And though the other marks from their torture were healed afterwards their throat burned for the rest of the day, a sharp reminder of the cruelty that warped her feigned kindness.

@whumpthisway @lonesome--hunter

oh yh Celeste, you’re so kind, so generous, Stone should be so grateful!! >.<

like when she says: “Very bad behaviour Stone, and I was going to make sure this didn’t hurt. Oh well.” I’m sure she was gonna do it so gently if Stone had just been good!! what a shame,,,, xD

And she was tryna say that “This is a sacred place, do not make me use violence here,” but it doesn’t take long for her to break that lol, i don’t think she was too worried abt the whole sacred, no violence thing :’)

oh and i love the contrast of the healing waters and her still choking them,, like, ofc she’s got to make healing hurt too ^-^’ poor Stone bby,, they’re not having much fun

6.   I am forbidden to see - Darkness | Blinded

Warnings: restrained, blindfolded, burned, stress position

The ropes itched, burned. Not burned—the heat burned. The ropes were just a nuisance, kept their wrists tied to their thighs and their ankles tightly together and forced them to kneel. The marble floor of the large room hurt but it was the least of their worries.

They thrashed their head side to side, following the footsteps that picked through the mass of candles around them. Blinded by the strip of dark blue fabric that was knotted at the back of their head they could only hope to tell where the next bout of pain was to come from.

“I hate you,” they said through gritted teeth. “Let me up!”

“Hate is good, makes you feel strong. But it’s so easy to break down, dismantle, turn into fear.”

Sizzling fiery liquid struck their shoulder and trickled down their back until it cooled and hardened, sticking to their skin in a way that they knew would hurt even more when it was peeled off. They were covered in burning welts, dripping in candle wax.

“I can make you feel anything I want,” she sing-songed. “Mine to play with.”

They heard the candle being put down, her careful tread through the concentric, spiralling circles of heat around them as she chose another. The warmth from the dozens—hundreds?— of candles brought on sweat but it did nothing to make the next splatter of wax hurt less. The shock of the hurt landing without warning was almost as bad as the pain, until the pain hit and then it didn’t matter. 

Stone bent forward, curling over their forearms where the freshest pain lay. “Why are you doing any of this?!”

“Because I can, because you look delicious, taste divine, when you suffer. Because it pleases me. Because you deserve it.”

A sudden grab at their hair, and the blindfold, yanked their head back and they cried out.

“Pick one,” Celeste growled. “It doesn’t matter to me what you believe.”

She tipped more wax down their stretched neck and then walked away. “Sit very still now, you wouldn’t want to get burned.”

Stone grit their teeth and waited for her to come back and choose another candle. It might be minutes, might be hours. The only promise was that it would only be over when the last candle flame snuffed itself out.

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GAHH yeah you done pissed her off, Stone! (not that she wouldn’t do this for funsies lol)

Her line: “I can make you feel anything I want,” she sing-songed. “Mine to play with.” like,,, oh no, Stone, honey >.< i wonder if she’ll really let them go at the end of the month...

oh and when she says: “Because I can, because you look delicious, taste divine, when you suffer. Because it pleases me. Because you deserve it.” does that mean she feeds off their suffering??? like a little vampire parasite?? cus NICE :3 (or it might be non-literal and in which case, still NICE lol)

i am loving these, im so happy the prompts inspired you my dear :D

an assassin breaks into their target's house and kills them, easy enough, a job they've done a dozen times before. but as they're leaving, they realise that the target wasn't alone in the house- whumpee has been kept there in captivity, and is in a bad state. the assassin considers leaving for a moment before making up their mind to get whumpee out and do whatever they can to help them- they've never been so happy to have killed someone after seeing what the target did to whumpee.

Slytherin!whumpee - Hogwarts houses

SO I was thinking about different types of whumpees (soft cinnamon rolls, defiant, broken, loyal whumpees, etc.) and how about… whumpees by Hogwarts house!

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Slytherin whumpees~

Calculating & clever

- these are whumpees who, even through torture, watch the whumper carefully - noticing how the whumper limps off one leg, or gets angry only when the whumpee is quiet, or has a soft spot for animals, or is nauseous at the sight of blood…

- whatever it is, the whumpee remembers it, and uses it to cosy up to the whumper, or at least limit their anger. They constantly watch for escape possibilities, for weaknesses and ways to make the whumper think they’re broken.

- they might give up information under torture, but only tiny pieces, just enough for whumper to keep them alive long enough for their team to find and rescue them

- if there’s a group keeping the whumpee captive, whumpee plays them off each other, or changes their behaviour for each whumper to their advantage - acting soft and begging for one and defiant for another.

- The whumpee may be in chains, but they still have their mind~

Ambitious & proud

- Slytherin whumpees who get captured by the enemy, only for the team to find them, a few months later, running the enemy operation with 110% more efficiency than before whumpee became leader

- whumpees who accept that they’re the whumper’s pet, but they’re determined to be the whumper’s *very best* pet. They will not be replaced by any other pet, and they’ll do anything at all to prove themselves to whumper and make themself indispensable

- whumpees who just *will not* break under torture. They’re royal/very rich/the best sportsperson/a noble/a huge celebrity, etc. and whumper is a *nobody* and whumpee is too proud to ever demean themself for scum like whumper, no matter what whumper tries

OR 

Dark & ruthless Slytherins

- whumpees who don’t hesitate to sacrifice fellow whumpees (even caretaker?) if it saves their own skin, and they certainly wouldn’t hesitate to attack whumper given the slightest chance

(tw below the cut: gaslighting, emotional abuse, abusive relationship)

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