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Thank you everybody interested in the whump website! I saw people interested in beta testing the website before I make it public, but if you could comment here or private message @theinfinantone1 that would help a lot! I’ll send the link to you guys in 3-5 days privately ☺️

Thank you for your support!

Hi!!! Long time no chat but little update:

I am still planning on making that website. Loooong story short my shitty ass ex broke my old laptop and I haven’t had access to one this whole time BUT I will be getting one for Christmas!!

Until that happens would anybody be down for a discord channel? It’ll work similarly to the idea of a website but with more limitations, but it gives whumpers a safe community to talk to each other in real time- ask questions, share ideas, etc. :)

If enough people are interested I’ll share the link!

Also it’ll help me be able to give updates to the website as well :D

Hi!!! Long time no chat but little update:

I am still planning on making that website. Loooong story short my shitty ass ex broke my old laptop and I haven’t had access to one this whole time BUT I will be getting one for Christmas!!

Until that happens would anybody be down for a discord channel? It’ll work similarly to the idea of a website but with more limitations, but it gives whumpers a safe community to talk to each other in real time- ask questions, share ideas, etc. :)

If enough people are interested I’ll share the link!

Also it’ll help me be able to give updates to the website as well :D

Hi!!! Long time no chat but little update:

I am still planning on making that website. Loooong story short my shitty ass ex broke my old laptop and I haven’t had access to one this whole time BUT I will be getting one for Christmas!!

Until that happens would anybody be down for a discord channel? It’ll work similarly to the idea of a website but with more limitations, but it gives whumpers a safe community to talk to each other in real time- ask questions, share ideas, etc. :)

If enough people are interested I’ll share the link!

Also it’ll help me be able to give updates to the website as well :D

Hi!!! Long time no chat but little update:

I am still planning on making that website. Loooong story short my shitty ass ex broke my old laptop and I haven’t had access to one this whole time BUT I will be getting one for Christmas!!

Until that happens would anybody be down for a discord channel? It’ll work similarly to the idea of a website but with more limitations, but it gives whumpers a safe community to talk to each other in real time- ask questions, share ideas, etc. :)

If enough people are interested I’ll share the link!

Also it’ll help me be able to give updates to the website as well :D

My Whump Introduction Post!

Hey Whump Community, I thought I would finally introduce myself! My name is Zoe and I have been a fan of whump for as long as I can remember. Even before I knew what the word whump was, I was obsessed. I used to read so many BBC Merlin Hurt and Comfort fanfics as a kid (and I still do now!). I have had this blog for a while, but I have finally decided to be more active with it. I mainly reblog gifs, but I want to start doing more writing and drawing, so that will hopefully be on here soon.

So about me! I am Zoe (she/her), I am in my early 20s and I live in the UK. My main fandoms right now are Star Wars, The Witcher, MacGyver and Prodigal Son, but I will reblog any good whump I see. My favourite tropes involve danger and fear, so I love to see someone held at gunpoint or swordpoint. As much as I love my whump, I also love some sweet sweet comfort afterwards.

From what I have seen, the whole Whump Community looks lovely, and I am hopefully going to be more of a part of it. I want to tag everyone I admire and follow, but that would simply be too many, so I am just going to tag a handful of people who's blogs I check almost daily; @inpainandsuffering @whumpssessions @whumpty-dumpty @cinnamonrollwhump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @the-wandering-whumper

If you are active in the whump community please interact with this post so I can follow you!!! :)

Hey! Thank you! :) I’m Zoe and I have loved whump for as long as I can remember. I started on BBC Merlin Hurt and Comfort fics, and then never stopped lol. My favourite whump is fear whump, such as being held at gunpoint or swordpoint. 

My blog is mainly me reblogging fandom gifs rn, but soon I want to post some of my own writing or drawings :) 

Hey! 😊 I'm new to the whump community, and would love some help shouting into the void! 🖤

Welcome, welcome team whump! Reblog this and tell us a little bit about yourself!

Reblog or comment if you are a whump blog i need more to follow!!!

taped up Edwin Edwin doodle

a usurper(s) tying/chaining a captured royal to their throne just to mock them. bonus points: them throwing daggers and one of the blades piercing the back of the throne just an inch too close to royal's cheek.

A is prepared to be sacrificed to a beast. As they thrash in their restraints, they see it being led out of the darkness, heavy chains rattling as A's executors drag the creature by the rusty collar around its neck. there's a second when the beast lifts its gaze, meeting A's eyes – and A understands it has no choice, and is as afraid as they are.

songs. melancholic ballads, frisky folk songs, rhythmic shanties. they're something that keep people going. they're something that signify that there's still some hope left.

so the guard is taken aback when the prisoner starts to sing.

they've been here for so long, glaring from behind the bars silently, why the sudden act of defiance after all this time?

the guard looks at the prisoner – they're huddled in the corner of the cell, fiddling with the chains involuntarily. a sliver of pity finds way into the guard's coarse heart.

poor thing must've finally started losing it.

Lil' Bit of Medieval Whump

Whumpee gasped for air as Whumper yanked at the chain, giving it no slack as they strutted across the feasting hall. Whumpee's fingers clenched around the collar tightened around his neck, a futile effort to ease it as Whumper tugged on the chain.

The heavy oak doors slammed closed behind the two, commanding the attention of each of the warriors filling the room.

Whumpee's cheeks flushed crimson at the humiliation as he stumbled behind Whumper, struggling to preserve a slither of dignity by avoiding being dragged toward the Warlord.

"You treat him like a dog," the Warlord sighed as Whumper approached and took their seat to his right, forcing Whumpee to kneel beside them.

"Why shouldn't I? He has been defeated,” Whumper declared proudly, shooting Whumpee a smile as he glared back from his spot on the floor.

"I will choke you with this chain..." Whumpee growled quietly. His gaze was abruptly pulled from the floor as Whumper jerked the chain, forcing their eyes to meet.

"What was that, Knight?" Whumper taunted.

"N-nothing," came the strangled reply.

"Where is your honour, Whumper? “ the Warlord questioned, shaking his head as he took a sip from his goblet. “He was a great warrior.”

"Was, Lord,” Whumper corrected, finally releasing Whumpee from their grip. “And now he may serve as a trophy. Nothing more.”

‐ they lied.

"I'd do anything not to give you up."

#1 - Mind control

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” [Hero] screamed as they desperately tried to push [Sidekick] away from them.

What had happened in the past few hours? Why would their best friend try to attack them? After years of working together, after years of trusting each other!

But [Sidekick] didn’t answer and went for another punch into [Heroes] face. This time, [Hero] was prepared enough to catch the fist that was flying towards them.

After some moments of struggling, they managed to get hold of [Sidekicks] wrists, pinning their partner on the wall. [Sidekick] only gave a painfilled gasp and tried their hardest to get rid of the firm grip that hold them in place.

“Let go, you fucking bastard!” [Sidekick] hissed. The plain disgust in their voice shocked [Hero].

“Why are you doing this?!” [Hero] could not hide the pain in their voice. “Why are you fighting me?!”

But when they looked at [Sidekicks] face, all they could see was hatred.

#2 - Traitor

[Villain] started to tremble when [Supervillain] approached them. God, the plan had gone so horribly wrong… They should have never even thought about helping [Hero] to overthrow their nemesis! It was a huge miscalculation from the start.

And now they were the one to pay for it.

[Villain] couldn’t suppress a shiver when [Supervillain] started speaking.

“So…”, their voice was calm, bored almost.

“My inferiors are getting cheeky again, huh? Don’t you remember the last time I had to end one of your little revolts?” [Supervillain] was not bothering to look at [Villain], who did their best to hide the quivering.

They remembered damn well. The only difference was that they stood on the winners’ side back then.

“Tell me…”, [Supervillain] started pacing around them with leisurely steps, “What made you think, it would be different this time?”

[Villain] did not dare to look up. They felt the bile rising in their throat. Their hands started to shake.

Even though they did not see [Supervillain], [Villain] felt the derisive grin that formed on their captors’ features as they saw the physical impact of their words.

When [Supervillain] talked again, their voice had turned into a low whisper, far too close to [Villains] ear. They could not avoid flinching.

“What made you think, I would have more mercy with traitors like you now than I had the last time?”

[Villains] blood turned to ice. They knew [Supervillains] ways of dealing with disloyalty. They saw enough of it in the years they had to work for them. Hadn’t they sworn it to themself back then? To never allow themself to slide in this kind of situation?

…How had they fucked that up so badly?

[Supervillain] stopped, only inches in front of their face. [Villain] lowered their eyes hastily, trying to avoid looking at their old bosses’ cold gaze.

They could hear their own heartbeat. The tremor was taking all over their body.

“Besides…”

[Villain] let out a terrified whimper as a gloved hand harshly grasped their chin, forcing them to look up.

“How does someone like you merge with such an outstanding personality like [Hero]?”

[Villains] eyes widened. How could they know about them? That had been a top-secret information. Even their own people knew nothing about their doings with [Hero]! They had done everything possible to cover the information [Supervillain] seemed to have such easy access to.

“Supporting the enemy is even worse treason than just turning against me…” The grip on their jaw got firmer. [Villain] squealed in pain. “Tell me, [Villain]”, [Supervillains] voice turned dangerously low.

“…What shall we do with a traitor?”

#3 - Withdrawal

[Hero] felt horrible. They could not think straight since they were “rescued” by [Villain]. They should not be here. They should go back to [Supervillain] and apologise for their disappearance. They should go back soon enough so their supplier would give them what they needed.

But [Villain] was eager to keep them until [Hero] “came back to their senses again”. Whatever the hell that meant.

It was five days since [Villain] got them out of [Supervillains] grip and things had turned more shitty every day. Not that it would have been a surprise. [Hero] did not have a single shot since Monday morning.

Even though they knew that [Villain] was just trying to help, [Hero] could not prevent feeling irritated. They did not ask for help, neither did they want it.

“Hey, are you alright?” [Villains] voice echoed through the hallways of their home. They were always keeping an eye on [Hero], not letting them alone for more than a minute. [Hero] couldn’t stand it.

“What the hell else.”, they just mumbled back, not sure if [Villain] had heard them.

If they weren’t so fucking weak. They would just get up and leave this whole circus! Maybe drop over at one of [Supervillains] handymen, supplying themself already with some syringes and then go back to were they got what they wanted.

[Supervillain] always welcomed them, always rewarded them if they did as they liked. And if coming back to them was not the most loyal thing they could do, [Hero] had no idea what else to go in for.

As long as they got what they needed, they would do anything. Even to for a prat like [Supervillain].

Of course, their team was missing them. They were searching frantically for [Hero], but they could not bring themself up to come back at the moment. They were tired. Of course, they missed their people too, wanted nothing more than to be with them, but right now, their team could never provide them the way [Supervillain] did.

They needed their injections.

And if the person who gave them to [Hero] was [Supervillain], well, so be it. Even if they were corrupt to the core, manipulative and simply dangerous, they were still a better option than any symptoms of withdrawal.

All the symptoms [Hero] experienced now.

They clamped their sweaty hands together. Why could they not just be left alone? The world would be just as shitty without their heroic deeds as it was before.

“Hey…”, [Villains] soft voice interrupted their thoughts, “I know, you don’t really want to be here…”

What an observation.

“…But I thought of something to help you to get better very soon.”

[Hero] could not supress a cynical snort. “And what would that be? A perfumed candle? Meditation? The power of love? Sorry, [Villain]. You can’t do anything for me. Only one person can.”

They did not see how [Villains] face deformed with wrath. [Hero] gave a languished sigh, “You are useless for me.”

[Villain] did not believe what they just heard. Who did [Hero] think they were?! Their hands formed to firm fists.

[Hero] made a pejorative gesture. “Now hush… I don’t want to hear your slipslop.”

[Villain] could not withold it any longer. “You… You ungrateful piece of shit!! Don’t you fucking see what [Supervillain] did to you?! What you had become because of all the bullshit they pumped into your system?!”

[Hero] had never imagined to see [Villain] get loud. It was intimidating. They were so composed and polite all the time, never screeching, never cursing. Even when they were fighting.

“You are nothing but a pet to them!”, [Villain] spat the words like they were something poisonous. “They did not keep you to make your shitty life great, they kept you so you won’t be able to cross their sick plans! They kept you so they could disable everyone else who might be a threat to them! And you…” [Villain] gritted their teeth, “You just stood and delivered!”

[Villains] angry facade started to dissolve. What [Hero] saw underneath was something else. A strange sadness that gave [Hero] goosebumps. Why would they look at them like that?

“I did not intend to tell you so soon… But we need you on the battlefield and not in some drinking hole, giving yourself shot after shot!”

“Tell me what so soon?”, [Hero] asked, feeling somehow queasy. They weren’t used to always cold and calculating [Villain] being so angry. Being so emotional.

[Villain] sighed. “[Supervillain]… They achieved many of their goals while you were gone, you know?” They made a pause.

“When I said that they took the time to eliminate other threats… It also included the murder of many people. The murder of many of your people… The murder of your team.”

[Hero] froze. “What?”

#4 - Drugged

When [Villain] opened the door of the cell, they saw nothing. The small room was pitch-dark, only letting the dull light of the corridor inside.

“[Hero]?”, they whispered lowly, not daring to speak any louder. “Where are you, we need to talk.”

It had been a real helltrip to sneak inside [Supervillains] mansion. [Villain] prayed to all gods they knew that nobody had seen them. If someone had, the aftermath would be fatal.

They did not want to think about it; just the mere idea made them shudder.

When there was no answer from [Hero], [Villain] stepped inside. It was safer anyways, because the sequence in which the guards controlled the cells was unknown to them. The risk of getting caught was much lower if they hid with their enemy.

After closing the door softly, [Villain] needed a moment until their eyes eased into the gloomimess of the cell. There were many dark splatters on the floor (probably blood, they thought) and a huddled figure, miserably crimped into the corner. [Hero]. [Villain] could not suppress the wave of pity that washed over them when they saw in what wretched condition their nemesis was. They knelt in front of them, putting a hand on [Heros] shoulder.

“Hey…” [Villain] whispered, “You need to get up, I will bring you out of here.” They gently nudged them. “Come on, we don’t have the time to dally.”

But [Hero] did not move. [Villain] frowned and inspected their body. There were no deeper injuries severe enough to cause this comatose state.

A distant noise halted their thoughts and made them look around nervously.

They shook [Hero] again, this time fiercer. “Get up. I don’t know when one of their minions comes past!”

[Hero] gave a faint murmur, twisting their head a little bit to the side.

They were adressable.

…Well, at least a little bit.

“Come on, we have to hurry. Can you walk?”

[Villain] grasped [Heros] arm to pull them up and frowned when they touched the bare skin. [Heros] body temperature was far too high. “What has happened to you?!”, they hissed, irritated by [Heros] dullness. “I don’t see any wounds that-”, [Villain] froze in the middle of the movement.

There were several punctures in the crook of [Heros] arm, fresh and old ones. When [Villain] twisted their arm to get a better look at the red dots, their foe gave a painful moan.

Oh…

Oh no.

They slapped [Hero] in the face. That could not be true.

[Villain] looked at the little wounds again, making sure they did not hallucinate. But the small entries to [Heros] veins were still there, some also inflamed and festering.

Hot anger was slowly rising in [Villains] chest, mixing with the cold fear that crept up their spine. [Supervillain], that bastard. They had drugged [Hero]. They had made them completely helpless, not able to do anything to defend themselfes. [Villain] felt nauseous.

There was a noise again -this time nearer- that cut harshly into their thoughts. The guards had to be checking every cell, also looking inside them.

Fuck.

The panic started rising in [Villains] body. “Come on, wake up! I need you here!”, they begged, shaking [Hero] violently by the shoulders. “Fuck, I can’t carry you all the way back!”

Oh god… What if [Hero] did not wake up at all?

“…’s that… you… [Villain]…?”

They jumped at the sound of [Heros] slurred voice.

“what…’re you… doin’ here…?”, they breathed. Every word [Hero] said was articulated with a huge difficulty. But they were awake and adressable and that was all [Villain] needed.

Never had they ever felt such a strong sense of relief like the one that washed over them right now.

“Yes! Yes, it’s me! I will get you out of here!”, they exclaimed euphorically, “You need to stand up.”

“Why would you… help me…?”, [Hero] asked, eyelids fluttering. They nearly slipped back to unconsciousness again, but [Villain] grabbed both of their cheeks, forcing them to keep eye contact. “Hey, you stay with me! I will explain you everything.”

They grasped [Heros] wrists and pulled them up, laying an arm around their shoulder.

“But first… I will bring you out of here.”

#5 - Recorded

[Sidekick] frowned when they looked at the tape they found in the doorway this morning. It was wrapped in blank paper, no notes or mailing adress added. Just an old cassette, already rewinded to be watched.

“What even…”, they murmured to themselfes, slowly turning the VHS video in their hands as they were sitting over a steaming cup of coffee. Was this some kind of commercial? A new and creative way to advertise?

They decided to take closer look at the video later. It was probably just some silly gimmick or a joke from one of their teammembers.

Right now, [Sidekick] had business to do.

They rose and shuffled to their phone. After dialing the number they could recite in their sleep by now, they waited for [Hero] to pick up. It was a call of importance: Just the day before, their boss had managed to collect useful information about [Villains] whereabouts, which may have been the biggest success since they had started hunting them down. They only needed to make up a plan and the thing would be off the table tomorrow.

Seconds passed and [Sidekick] impatiently tapped their foot on the floor. [Hero] hadn’t picked up yet. Normally, they were really fast on the telephone, but today seemed to be different.

[Sidekick] hung up and tried again after a couple of minutes. Still, nothing.

“Come on! We agreed to phone at this time!”, they murmured into the reciever, slightly annoyed already. What was so difficult about being punctual? [Sidekick] strolled around in their apartment, still waiting for their boss to answer.

They hung up again. What a prat.

Well, [Sidekick] thought defiantly, if [Hero] had the nerves to keep them waiting, they could also niggle around for some time and let them wait for their call. Such a game could be played by two.

But what was to do? They looked around, eyes landing on the video tape.

…Better than nothing.

They pushed it into their old recorder, already thinking about the tongue-lashing they were going to give [Hero], if they dared to complain about the delay of their planning session. [Sidekick] scoffed, shaking their head. How could someone be so frowsy?

The tape whired in the VCR, only producing a static contact noise for a few moments. Then, there was a picture:

A sparsely illuminated room, only offering concrete walls and a chair that stood in the middle.

What the-

[Sidekick] had not even time to be confused. After a couple of seconds had passed, someone started speaking, lightly tapping on the camera a few times: “Test. Test. Alright, we seem to be recording! Bring them in!”

Although [Sidekick] knew that tone instantly, they couldn’t classify it in the first moment. Only when two people dragged someone towards the chair and chained them on it, they were able to recognize the smug voice: [Villain]!

The delay of the telephone conference with [Hero] was forgotten instantly.

What had [Villain] in mind?

When [Sidekicks] gaze wandered to the person tied on the chair, their stomach turned violently. The captive was badly injured, head hanging lowly between their slumped shoulders. Barely concious.

The floor was covered in blood and vomit.

“You sadistic asshole…”, [Sidekick] murmured.

With unhurried steps, [Villain] entered the picure. When they stood directly in front of the camera, they flashed [Sidekick] an amiable smile, sending chills down their spine.

“I heard you guys were looking for me?”

[Villains] voice was far too mild for a situation like this. When the person on the chair noticed their captors presence, they struggled violently against the chains. [Villain] didn’t even blink.

How could someone be so cold?

“I have the information from a good source, you know? You guys are going to hunt me down in the next couple days…”

They started pacing around thoughtfully and casted a pityful glance into the camera. The pity did not reach their eyes.

“…I am sorry to tell you that this plan will come to nothing.”

After circling the room, [Villain] placed themself closely behind their captive, putting both hands comradely on their shoulders.

“My special guest here will ensure it.”

They grabbed them by the neck and whispered something inaudible into their ear. [Sidekick] saw the heavy shudder that ran through the abused body.

This sick bastard.

[Villain] hummed and a menacing smile appeared on their features as they kept on caressing their now shaking victim.

“They will keep your silly team quiet for a long time…”, [Villain] murmured and suddenly grabbed a fist full of their convicts hair, yanking their head up harshly.

“…Won’t you?”

[Sidekicks] eyes widened in sheer horror, as the dull light finally revealed the face of [Villains] captive:

“[H…Hero]?”

(#6 is for @annalisemarlene56 who sent me the very first request for this blog! Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy! 💕)

#6 - Captured

“Let go of me, you fucking bastards!!”, [Hero] snarled, struggling heavily against the firm grip of the two strangers that dragged them out of their flat.

What was happening here? Had they been found?

[Hero] glanced up towards their kidnappers. They were pushing them through the stairway without any emotion on their faces. As if things like this were part of an everyday-job. “Listen:”, they tried to reason, “I don’t have any money or rich family members to blackmail. I can barely afford my own apartment! So please let me go!!”

“We don’t care about your money.”, one of them stated bluntly. [Hero] looked at them again and noticed the really expensive-looking suits that both of their abductors wore.

Yeah, money seemed to be one of the last things these guys had to care about.

They were pushed through the door and towards a parking lot, farther away from the streets. “H-Hey…”, [Hero] began, gulping. “You don’t have to do this…You know, I have a good friend who can help you to get out of this kind of business and-”

[Hero] flinched when one of their captors pulled out a gun. “You say one more word and I’ll shoot you right here.”, they menaced and looked [Hero] dead in the eye. “You want that?”

Numbly, [Hero] shook their head, quivering hands lifted in the air. Their abductor gestured with the gun. “Move.”

After some minutes of walking, the group approached a big car in the far back. They stopped in front of the vehicle.

“Get in.”, one of the captors commanded.

[Heros] face ashened. “What?”

The lackey lifted the gun: “I said: Get in.”

Without farther protest, [Hero] obeyed. It was senseless to fight. Neither had they a weapon nor an opportunity to flee. Preparing themself for the worst, they softly opened the back door and took in a deep breath before entering the vehicle.

The first thing [Hero] noticed was the cleansiness of the obviously new car. Unintentionally, they thought about their own vehicle in which the rests of their two-weeks-ago-trip to McDonalds were still rotting on the backseats.

For a brief moment, [Hero] nearly felt amused by the comparison, but a smooth voice catapulted them back to reality:

“Please put on your seatbelt.”

They jerked around and met a face too familiar from crime reports and mugshots: [Villain].

Dressed in fancy clothing and jewellery.

…Weren’t they supposed to be in prison?

[Hero] was too baffled to understand the order, so the nationally wanted criminal repeated it for them: “Please put on your seatbelt.” [Villains] voice was polite and steady, not in any way how [Hero] imagined it.

Numbly, their fingers fumbled for the cold piece of metal on their left side, plugging it into the clip shakingly.

“Thank you, safety is important.”, [Villain] stated and turned to the driver. “Let’s go.”

[Heros] head spinned. They were getting captured. They were getting captured by one of the most delinquent individuals in the world and had no idea what to do. Even as the car started, the only thing [Hero] could do was stare at [Villain], who seemed to be the only one enjoying this situation.

“So…”, the criminals voice oozed into [Heros] mind, “First of all, let me thank you for your cooperation. I hope, my people were not too harsh to you?”

[Hero] looked at them dumbly.

What kind of sick game was this?

They tried to read anything from [Villains] smug features, but there was nothing.

[Hero] ignored their captors question. “Why am I here?”, they asked instead, trying to collect themself.

“…Are you… Are you going to kill me?”

To their surprise, [Villain] raised their eyebrows and let out a little snicker. “Kill you? Oh no.”, they laughed, “If I wanted to see you dead I wouldn’t have bothered to get you here.”

“What the hell do you want then?!”, [Hero] asked currishly. They’ve had enough of this fucking guessing game.

[Villain] just smiled and held out their hand: “To be honest: I need your help, [Hero]. You are on my radar since a fairly long time now and the powers you posess are beyond everything I have ever seen.”

[Hero] stared at them in utter disbelief.

…How did they know about their powers?

“Aw, don’t look at me like that! You know what I am talking about.”, [Villain] stated cheerfully, still extending their hand. “No false modesty!”

So, they had been found. And of all things by a varmint like [Villain]. [Hero] glanced out of the tinted window, past their captors head. They had not even tried to remember the route the car was taking. Shit.

Unimpressed by [Heros] silence, [Villain] kept looking at them with this unnerving friendlieness. When it was clear that [Hero] wouldn’t answer, [Villain] just shrugged and put down their neglected hand: “You are not good at taking compliments, huh?”

“Just tell me what you want.”

[Villains] smile grew wider. “Well...” They made a dramatic pause. “You are the key… To help me defeat [Supervillain]!”

…

What?

“Come on, a little more enthusiasm, please!”

[Hero] shook their head, face expressionless. “I won’t help you.”

What did they even think?

Strangely enough, [Villain] looked at them with a pityful sympathy. “Sorry, but I think you will.”, they said. The confident tone made [Hero] frown.

“If you know my abilities as good as you claim, you will also know, that you can’t force me to help you with your craving for power.”, [Hero] replied. They grew irritated with their captors strange serenity.

[Villain] gave them an ominous smile. There was something sinister in their eyes that [Hero] hadn’t noticed before. “I can force everybody to help me with my craving for power.”

Before [Hero] could say anything, [Villain] grabbed them by the neck and harshly pulled them towards their face. [Hero] yelped in surprise.

“You will be working for me sooner than you think, my friend.”, [Villain] murmured. “I have the resources to make you my lackey in less than a week.”

[Hero] could not surpress a shudder. “L-Let go of me!”, they hissed, turning their head away. “I won’t do this! Not for you!”

[Villain] removed their hand, leaning back into their seat. “We’ll see soon enough.”

A really bad feeling started rising in [Heros] chest. They shifted uncomfortably, forcing themself to look away from their captor.

Even though they tried to resist it, [Villains] words echoed through their head.

‘I have the resources to make you my lackey in less than a week.’

[Hero] clenched their fists.

No. They would not help them. Never.

They would be strong enough for everything [Villain] had in store for them.

Wouldn’t they?