Pleasure In Pain

Pleasure in Pain

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Contents: Whump, Fear, Torture, Revenge, Whumper Turned Whumpee, Vampire Whump, Hurt/No Comfort, Silent Begging, Defiant Whumpee, Cut Open, Organs Exposed.

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Cordova struggled against the silver restraints as best he could, fighting the paralyzing sensation of the searing pain. His body was stretched out and bound to a table. He couldn’t believe how reckless he had been, to allow a human to catch him by surprise.

The silver door opened, the human looking at the rabid vampire with a tired expression. “Don’t you guys ever sleep, all you’ve been doing is making noise since I brought you here. Aren’t you tired?”

Cordova growled in response, attempting to pull himself up off the table. The human pressed a button and the table lifted itself so the Cordova was at an incline. He leaned forward and tried to intimidate the human, “I swear, when I get out of these, I will rip your throat out and ring you dry.”

“Jeez, you don’t even want to introduce yourself first. I thought vampires were suppose to be all proper and shit. Fine I’ll start, my name is Rojan, now what’s your name?”

“Like I’d tell you, human.” Cordova growled.

Rojan sighed. “You know, being all mean and gloomy isn’t going to help your case. Not that I’m going to treat you nice or anything, but you might catch me in a good mood.” Rojan grabbed a silver knife out of the holster on his left side. “I wonder… have you ever been cut by a blade before… have you ever experienced pain in your life up until now. I doubt it.”

Cordova tensed but his defiant attitude didn’t waver. He glared down at the human, constantly looking at his neck.

“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. Not that it’s much of mystery, but I want to tell you a little bit about the reason why. You see, I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I’m not that young anymore. I have a family, or well, it isn’t so whole anymore. My daughter… she was taken from me… by a vampire. My wife and I, well, let’s just say we made a hobby out of our family trauma. We kidnap, torture, and kill vampires… because we don’t want anyone else’s kid to be swooped up by monsters like you. So, although you didn’t take my daughter specifically, you were going to take someone’s the night I took you. I couldn’t stand idly by.”

“You think I give a damn what you think of me human. You’re weak and pathetic…”, Cordova chuckles, “and clearly your daughter was too.”

Rojan was furious. He walked up to the struggling vampire and laid his blade on his chest. Cordova hissed and bared his teeth at the human. Rojan pushed his blade down into Cordovas chest and pulled his knife down, creating an opening that revealed his ribcage. Cordova held back a scream but couldn’t stop a tear going down his cheek. He had never felt pain like this before. He could feel his body attempting to seal the wound, but the human didn’t let up. Every time the wound closed, he would reopen it over and over… and over again. Until one time, the human decided to cut a little deeper, exposed organs made Rojan smile.

“Now this is where it gets fun.” Rojan stared at Cordovas insides like a kid on Christmas. He simply touched the tip of his blade to his liver and Cordova wailed. His body was shaking, he couldn’t describe what he was feeling, it was unnatural, unholy. Rojan laughed at his pain and moved onto his intestines. He made a long precise cut and Cordova could barely make a sound. Tears were streaming, his eyes wide, and despite healing fast, that didn’t stop the pain.

Rojan continued to play with the vampires insides, constantly reopening wounds for what felt like hours. At some point, with Cordovas head lolled to the side, Rojan decided to see how the vampire was doing. They made eye contact, only there was no defiance in Cordova anymore. With pleading eyes, he looked down at Rojan and croaked out a simple, “please…”, barely above a whisper.

“Oh poor vampire, but I was just starting to enjoy this.”

Cordova sniffles back his tears, relieved that the human took a break from cutting, even if it was just to answer him.

“Tell you what, if you tell me your name, I’ll stop for today. Deal?”

Cordovas eyes glazed at the thought of being relieved of this torture. Defiance wasn’t on his mind, at least not for now. All he wanted was to heal. “I-it’s Cordova”.

“That’s quite the name. I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. Oh, but do you mind holding onto this for me?” Rojan plunged his knife straight through the vampire. He missed the organs, but pierced through his back. Cordova cried out as his skin attempted to heal around the knife, the handle peeking out as a reminder. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting the feel the knife touch his insides. His breathing was heavy, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the handle.

With a big smile, Rojan said, “Well then, see you tomorrow… Cordova.”

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Date: Feb 18, 2023

Short #1

Inspired by: Montammil prompts

Prompt 1: “N-no, no, no! Please! Anything… but that!”

Contents: Fear, Begging, Kidnapped, Blind/ Disability, Sensory Deprivation, Implied Past Torture, Creepy Whumper, Bound/ Tied Up.

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The familiar sound of the metal door scratching the floor raises the hairs on Jaydens neck. His body naturally tensing up, unable to move due to the thick ropes strapping him down to a chair.

“Morning Jayden, how are you feeling today?” His captor asked.

Jaydens voice got caught in his throat from fear and the lack of moisture in his mouth. Deprived of water and food for the past couple of days.

“It’s rude to ignore a question Jayden. I thought I taught you better than that.”

Jayden’s ears perked up as his captor walked with heavy foot steps towards him. His fists gripped the arms of the chair in anticipation. His heart beat increasing with every step. His captor stops just before the tips of their toes meet. He leans forward, unbeknownst to Jayden.

“It’s too bad you’re blind… your eyes look like emerald jewels."

Jaydens heard that statement more times than he can count. He used to love hearing people compliment his eyes, but now all he wants to do is keep them closed so that he can't see them.

Jayden let out a quiet gasp when he felt a hand lay on his head. His captor started to ruffle his hair. Jayden stayed still, confused as to why there hasn't been any pain yet.

"Well, I don't feel like hurting you today, not physically anyway. No, today's going to be a little nostalgic."

Nostalgic, what does that mean? His captors hand lifted off his head and he could hear his heavy footsteps moving farther away.

"You wouldn't have to go through this again if you had just cooperated. I know how much you hate the headphones."

Jayden's heart skipped, his muscles tensing, his hairs standing on end. He couldn't stand not being able to hear, it was the one sense he had honed perfectly. When he couldn't hear, it felt as though he didn't exist, all he had were the voices in his head. He didn't want to go through that again.

"N-no, no, no! Please! Anything… but that!"

His raspy voice found a way to break free from the dryness of his throat. He was even surprised that he could form a sentence.

His captors footsteps echoed throughout the room. Jayden pulled on his restraints hopelessly. A low chuckle followed the footsteps as they came to a stop.

"You had your chance Jayden. How else are you supposed to learn if you aren't taught a lesson?"

Jayden coughed to try and clear his throat. "I-I'm sorry, please don't put those on me. I understand what I did wrong, I-I'll answer you from now on... just please." Jayden felt his eyes being glossed over with tears.

"Oh Jayden, as much as I would love to believe that. I need to guarantee that you'll behave, this is the only way. Besides, this time you'll have some noise in your headphones, it won't just be static."

Jayden couldn't control his breathing, his hands were shaking. He tried to sink further into the chair to see if it would make him smaller. He whined as the headphones clamped onto his ears. His tears finally started to fall. He could hear a muffled voice say, "beautiful."

There wasn't any sound like his captor said there would be. Why would he lie to me about that? Jaydens heart practically jumps through his chest as intense screaming threatens to burst his ear drums. They were his screams... his own crying, screaming, begging was being played back to him at a volume where he couldn't even hear himself talk.

"NO NO NO, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN, PLEASE TURN IT OFF! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY. TAKE THEM OFF!"

Jayden could feel his throat strip from yelling, but he couldn't hear himself. The screaming was unrelenting and it felt as though his ears were going to start bleeding. He shook his head around hoping the headphones would fall off, he pulled at the restraints to free his hands, nothing was working. There was no mercy for Jayden, all he could do was listen and pray that he didn't lose his hearing.

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Date: Feb 17, 2023

I did it :)

Date: 29 August, 2023

Whumpril 2023

Coincidence

Day 6: “Don’t push me away.”

Contents: TW blood, bruises, and burns, Caretaker, Whumpee, Signs Of Abuse, Stormy Weather, Reluctance To Accept Help, Fear, Begging, Whimpering.

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The clouds rolled in, dark and heavy. It took no time for the rain to start pouring on unsuspecting people who had been deceived by the clear skies mere minutes ago. The rain fell like pins and needles at rapid speeds. The wind was unmerciful to anyone without a windbreaker or even those with umbrellas.

“Fuck.”

Dolion ducked into the nearest alley way. The wind couldn’t reach him in between the brick buildings, except for the occasional channel that swept pass him. He got his phone out from his right pocket and called for a ride.

Soft crying could be heard just barely, practically carried by the wind. Dolion looked to his left, further down the alley way. He had only just noticed a crouched figure behind a dumpster. Should I help them? He took a few step towards the figure. His footsteps were louder than he would have liked them to be, no thanks to the expanding puddles that have almost engulfed the concrete. The closer he got, the more noticeable the crying became.

Not wanting to scare them, Dolion let out a light, “hey.”

The crying turned into whimpering, they’re legs pulled closer into themselves. Dolion came into view of the figure and was taken aback by the sight. The sniffling man was littered with bruises and fresh cuts that had dry blood washing away with the rain. They were sitting in a puddle dyed a faint red. It took him too long to notice the burn on their cheek, as if an iron was pressed to their face. They only had a t-shirt and shorts on, they shivered from both the rain and the fear.

“p-p-ple-se d-don’t h-h-hurt m… me.”

The man looked up with pleading eyes through his wet, matted hair. They were red and puffy. Dolion crouched in front of him. The man very noticeably flinched.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I-I want to help you. What happened to you?”

The man tucked his head into his legs, not wanting to answer. Dolion took his jacket off and threw it on top of the mans head and shoulders. The man quickly shoved Dolion to the ground. He tried to press himself impossibly further into the wall and curled back up into his ball, practically ignoring the jacket as if he hadn’t noticed it was on him.

Dolion, surprised by the reaction, simply got up to his crouched position again. He reached for the jacket so that he can readjust it. He anticipated the man’s movements this time. Dolion grabbed his arms before he could use them causing him to whimper.

“Don’t push me away.”

The man tried to tug his arms away from Dolion but he was clearly too weak to resist.

“I gave you my jacket, I want to help you. Please don’t be scared.”

The man stopped his struggling and took a moment to finally notice the jacket that had been covering his head. Dolion released his arms, but the man kept them in the air. Dolion reached for the jacket and adjusted its position so the rain wouldn’t hit the man’s face.

“Is that better?”

The man nodded, taking back his arms and tucking them away. “Th-thank y-you sir.” He still seemed tense, but clearly confused by the act of kindness.

Before Dolion spoke up, he heard a honk to his right. He looked over and saw his ride. He was happy to get out of the rain, but he didn’t want to leave this man here.

“How about we get you out of this storm?”

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Date: April 6, 2023

Taglist: @whumpril

Okay so I did this out of nowhere. I was on a drawing high for a minute and I was practicing with this. This is Izaak Silvera. He is @oddsconvert OC. The plushie is my favorite. (I’m too lazy to color)

Date: August 15, 2023

you should pin a masterpost that links all your writing for easy access!

Thanks Anon, you’re right. Guess that just shows how new I am to writing on Tumblr. I think I’ll make one today.

— Sorrow