Supaflybat - Anxious Allosaurus

We Are TroubleD - "See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak no Evil"

Written as a part of @whumperofworlds' WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Day 8 (my chosen prompts are bolded): Stranded / Team whump / "Is anyone there?!" / Alt prompt: Abandoned whumpee

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These entries are posted out of event day order, but are in story chronological order. For more information, please see the bottom of this post!

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Content warnings: Blood (minor), cage, captivity, crying, fear, implied character harm/death, injuries (bruises, leg, minor cuts), manhandling, restraints, sensory deprivation, slapping, struggling, swearing

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            D sprang to life with a gasp and a strangled groan, laying on his side in his cage.

            Oh, sweet Jesus. He was alive. Somehow, he was still alive!

            His arms were still bound behind him, and his captor had thoughtfully replaced the broken cuff around his ankle, even adding one to his other leg and connecting them together so they wouldn't be lonely. Great. He hadn’t been gagged though. A small mercy, though he was sure it had only been granted because he needed unrestricted airflow to wake up and return to normal.

            He deflated. God damnit. He hadn’t been this restrained since he and T first arrived and the man was trying to break their spirits. D supposed that after both of them had managed to—or in his case, almost—escape, the guy didn’t want to take any further risks with him. At least, not for a while.

            Hopefully this treatment wouldn’t last forever. After all, the cage alone was more than enough to hold him. Surely, reasonably, the guy had to know that.

            D winced as he moved. He had gotten roughed up a bit more than he had hoped in the tussle, and his blood hadn’t been wiped away yet. His shoulders ached from being held behind him, though the cuffs were not as taut as they could be. His leg hurt, probably from coming down on it so hard from the window. His ribs were sore as well- most likely bruised from the kick he had received.  

            The house was silent, eerily so. The man must have tossed him into the cage and then immediately set out to find T.

            Fuckin’ A… D had told him that T had run. It wasn’t a lot of information, but it was enough to let the guy know that T wasn’t just hiding out somewhere. D prayed that he hadn’t just doomed his friend. With luck there was enough time to get away… Maybe he had bought him enough time…  

            His eyes blinked open fully and he was caught off guard to discover that the cage now sat in a new space that was slightly more hospitable- a finished room with carpeting, a closet, a guest bed, and a window that was nicer than the one in the storeroom. Maybe it was his imagination, but it felt slightly warmer in this room as well.

            Why was he in here? Was there a reason that he had he been moved? He didn’t even know there was another room in the basement. That’s where he assumed he was, at least. The window was far too high up on the wall to be on the ground floor.

            D peered out at the sky and saw that it was a light shade of pink, as if the sun had just come up. He hadn’t been out for long.

            His head rested on the blanket beneath him, and he stared blankly ahead, allowing his eyes to unfocus as his mind wandered.

            Had T gotten far? Was he safe? Would he be able to elude capture? Had he already found someone to help? If so, how long would D have to wait to be rescued?

            It was quiet.

            So, gosh darned quiet…

            His eyes slipped closed again, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

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            Fingers pressed against D’s neck to take his pulse, startling him awake. Bleary eyed, the boy peered up and found his captor leaning over him.

            “Good. You didn’t die.” The man said, devoid of any notable emotion as he withdrew his hand.

            “L’me go.” D blathered sleepily.

            “No. In fact, if anything, you’re in for a worse time now, kid. You can breathe again, right? Hope so.”

            D was silent, blinking slowly to come back into the waking world. Outside the window, the sun was up fully, but not very high in the sky. He had only slept another hour or two at best.

            Wait, if the guy was back…

            … It scared him to ask…

            “Did— did you find…”

            A small, dark chuckle escaped the man’s lips.

            “Oh, you really fucked up.”  

            D’s chest tightened. “What do you mean…?”

            He wasn’t yet awake enough to register or pull away from the thick muzzle that was brought up to his face. There’d be no cutting through this one. Once he realized what was happening, he groaned in opposition, but couldn’t stop the bit from being pushed into his mouth. What followed was the hopeless feeling of the gag being secured around his head again, padlocks and all. Each click made his heart sink lower and lower.

            He didn’t need to be silenced. Without T around there wasn’t much of a reason for D to talk, yell, or beg. He was alone, and he had long since given up on calling for help from the outside world, even before their escape attempt. There just wasn’t a point. He knew he couldn’t be heard.

            The man picked up something next to him that looked like solid leather sunglasses, then brought them up to D’s eyes. The boy shrank back and argued through the gag, but his sight was stolen from him anyway as they were set in place.

            Really? A gag and a blindfold? Why? There was no one to look at, not even a mirror's reflection. Why this extra layer of control?

            “You’re gonna think about what you did.” his captor informed him, buckling the blindfold a little above the muzzle. D tossed his head, trying to fling it off, but it was snuggly in his hair. He growled in frustration, unable to see a damn thing.

            “No sight, no sound, no talking. Just you alone with your guilt. You tried to run, and he paid the price.”

            D’s heart skipped a beat and he inhaled sharply. It was as if an arrow had been shot through him with those words.

             What had happened to T?!

            The guy didn’t elaborate. How could that fucker not elaborate?! D lurched, trying to get his attention.

            “Phahaphmmph?!”

            Silence.

            “Phahaphmmph?!”

            He bumped his forehead into what he assumed was his captor’s knee, prodding for an explanation.

            “Ph! Mmphaphmmph?! Mmphaphmmphuuhmmph?!!”

            Fear was gripping him tighter by the minute. He continued pleading for an explanation, but all that he got was cruel laughter from the man.

            “Mmphaphmmphuuhmmph?!!” D repeated. "PH!!"

            Fingers carded through his hair in mock comfort, sending a furious shiver down D’s spine. He made a tight noise in the back of his throat. Eventually he could contain himself no longer, and he squirmed violently, demanding an answer.

            “PH! PHAHAPHMMPHUUHMMPH?! PHAHAPHMMPHUUHMMPH?!! MMHMMMMPH! PHUPH!”

            His captor’s hand pressed over the gag, shutting him up.

            “Enough.”

            D’s breathing was quick and shaky, but he was trying to keep himself from cracking. It was too late to hide that he was freaking out, but he wouldn’t let this guy see him cry. Scared tears were welling up in his eyes behind the blindfold all the same, though.

            What had he done to him? What the fuck had this man done to his best friend?!

            “Quiet. Clear your mind. Let go.”

            Something soft was shoved into D's ear, making him jump and recoil. The guy grabbed hold of a fistful of his hair and pulled him back toward him, continuing to deafen him with earplugs. All the same, D tried weakly to shake his head, but the action wasn't big enough to dislodge the object. A chill ran through him at the invasive touch, and he howled and bucked in vexation.

            His head was jerked to the other side and a plug was plunged into that ear, then he felt a pair of sleek headphones get pushed through the straps of the muzzle and slip over his ears, further robbing him of sound.

            Something began to play through the headphones – simple white noise. Snowy TV static. A whole lot of nothing. D whined and brawled against his restraints again, but they held fast. The air displaced around him, and he believed that to mean that his captor was leaving, until his nose was pinched roughly and his head was jostled, just to humiliate him and further drive home how stuck he was.

            D spat out a string of swears, but he couldn’t hear anything outside of the mind-numbing hiss of the static in the headphones.

            One final slapping pat on the cheek was the last touch he received before he felt the cage door shut and lock. The air displaced again, and everything suddenly felt a lot darker and more still, as if a blanket had been tossed over the kennel to cover it.

            D lashed out with one rattling kick against the metal bars, pushing past the radiating discomfort that shot up his leg and ribs.

            Two rattling kicks. He wanted out.

            A sharp spike of pain tinged through him at the third kick, and he couldn’t commit to it. He screamed in a rage and then sank into a furious and scared puddle on the floor of the kennel.

            ‘No sight, no sound, no talking. Just you alone with your guilt. You tried to run, and he paid the price.’

            Had T been caught?

            ‘Just you alone with your guilt. You tried to run, and he paid the price.’

            ... Had— Had T been... killed?

            Frightened tears stung his eyes, threatening to fall and pool behind the blindfold despite his best efforts to hold them back. He couldn't cry. No, no, no, he couldn't cry. Not when that fucker could still be around to see or hear him.

            ‘Just you alone with your guilt. He paid the price.’

            No crying. No crying.

            ‘He paid the price.’

            D’s throat grew tight and he choked out a small, quiet sob, finally feeling a tear slip down his lashes.

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            What had he done?

Day 8!

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Will D ever see T again? Will D ever see anything again?

If you're clicking through these and wondering why you just jumped from day 14 to day 8, it's because I decided to post these in the order that made the most sense for my story chronologically. I couldn't wrestle the prompt days in order to fit the story I wanted to tell, so that's why they're hopping around a bit. Sorry!

To see the entries in event prompt day order, please see my event participation masterpost (coming soon, will be linked here when it's up).

If you have any questions, you can always ask me, but hopefully you can find everything I've written for this event in whichever order suits your fancy from the links up above!

Thanks for reading!

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Tag list: @gala1981

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