Wanted To Share A Short Scene From My WIP, Please Do Not Use!!

Wanted to share a short scene from my WIP, please do not use!!

“How can you do this to me?” They scream, blood dripping from their lips.

“Because I want something.” She says calmly, her hands toying with the knife in her hand, as though they're not dying at her feet. “And you are going to help me get that. Imagine, you and I, the Endlist has taken control of everything. We are on top of the world, darling. I want you to work with me, that’s all I want.”

“I don’t want to hurt anymore.” They say, it feels like surrender, it feels like failure, they tried to be a good person, they tried to do what a hero would do, save the world and shit.

“It’s a win win, Frankie, we both get what we want.”

“You’ll leave Blaire alone?” They ask, quietly.

“If we have you, there’s no need for her.”

“And you never fucking touch me again?” They are so tired, the end is here. It’s over.

“Of course,” she laughs.

Frankie stares into her shallow, dark eyes, something they do have in common. They try to make excuses to themself, I would have died if it continued like this. I can’t take it anymore, I might be sacrificing the world but I just can’t take it.

Does that make them selfish?

Or does it mean they're human? Just trying to survive.

We are selfish animals, we only truly care about ourselves, and in that moment that’s all they could think about. They are not any different, they are only human.

“Fine.” They breathe. Yaz’s eyes light up with delight.

“Perfect.” She sighs, relief in her eyes. “May I remind you of the many times you said you would never help me?”

“It’s funny what pain can do to you,” they say, repeating what she once said to them, their hands shaking. She smiles, a look of approval on her face.

She also said that she would break them, they had told her it was impossible, but here they are, completely fucking broken.

This is my oc, I made them on picrew!! Meet Frankie Hart.

starting a collection

I love my little fictional characters!

violently tortures them

Hot blood dribbling over whumpee's lower lip as they lay belly down on the ground, bruised and beaten.

Whumpee spitting blood and forcing themselves up on shaking hands and knees until they stand, swaying on their feet, vision swimming.

Quick question tho, does anyone else hate that they’re called whumpees/whumpers?? Like I’m reading some whump inspo and it’s all dark and angsty and there’s the word whumpee in it and I can no longer take it seriously…

Just me? Okay.