Better Off Robbed

Better off Robbed

Ch 1- Recruiter's Unit

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Whump, bbu, kidnapping, drugging.

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Felix tossed and turned in his bed. He hadn't slept the past few nights, hearing what sounded like talking outside his apartment window. He'd only been there a year, if that, and he still felt like he was just settling in.

What sounded like a footstep outside made him jump, his heart racing. He stared at his closed door for a bit, then brushed it off as an animal. It had to be an animal.

Am animal that jiggled the doorknob. Right- normal. Felix curled further into his blanket, trying and failing to control his terror.

And then glass smashed and Felix was on the ground between his bed and the wall. He reached up and frantically dug through his blankets for his phone.

Dead.

He clicked frantically at the power button, to no avail. He held back a cry of frustration, setting his phone back down.

Several pairs of footsteps thundered through his apartment. Heavy-booted feet, he could tell. He heard the intruders approach the door and felt his heart speed up so much he was sure anybody in the vicinity could hear.

He was being robbed. Fuck.

"I- I have a gun," he called. "Go away or I'll shoot!" That was partially true. There was a gun in the other side of the room his father had insisted he kept. Felix knew he'd never shoot it, even at the criminals robbing his apartment.

The door crashed open. The lught flicked on. A group of five people stormed in. They wore black suits and masks, two of them armed.

"My wallet and keys are on the nightstand." He said immediately. "Take what you want, I won't stop you. Don't shoot me, please. Don't shoot me." He put his hands in the air, shaking.

The two armed people in the back of the group stood silently on either side of his bedroom doorway, gun not even aimed at him. Two of the remaining three seized his arms and he shrieked, flailing helplessly against their strength.

"No, no! Don't kill me! I won't call the cops, I swear! Take what you want!" Felix cried as he was dragged up on his mattress and held down.

The fifth member of their group approached him– unarmed, he realized.

Through his tears, he read the label on that intruder's uniform.

WRU inc.

Recuiter's unit

WRU? Where had he seen that before?

His head was forced upwards, his throat exposed. Over his cheeks, he could see a syringe pulled out, the needle glinting dangerously.

"Nononono, please don't!" Felix cried out and squirmed as the needle was plunged into his throat. He continued to thrash as the plunger was pushed down.

This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. Felix tried to convince himself, his whole body shaking.

The person holding the syringe made a signal towards the two holding him down and they released his arms. He tried to swing his fist up, then realised his arms wrte too heavy to lift. His brain was cloudy and unfocused now and Felix fought to keep his eyes open.

The last thing he remembered was being lifted and carried out of his room before he fully passed out.

vampire whump drabble

vamp!whumpee, sadistic whumper, starvation, begging, psychological torture (?)

Whumpee was starving.

They squirmed against the chains that dug into their wrists and neck. They were so hungry. Whumper had given them just bread and water for what felt like an eternity. food that would barely add an ounce of nutrition to a vampire's diet.

"Can I have blood? Please?" Whumpee whispered finally, their voice weak with malnutrition.

"Hm. Mine?" Whumper asked, dropping the bread roll haphazardly. "Maybe. Dunno."

"Please? I'm so fucking hungry. I need it, i have to have it." They felt themself slump against the chains.

"Aww, that's adorable." Whumper's smile was a lie. It was sickeningly sweet like poisoned honey. "Beg for me some more, and I'll think about it."

"Can I have some blood? Ill be good for you, i swear." They raised their head as whumper began to pet them, putting on a false smile. "Please?"

"Meh, no." Whumper decided, slamming the back of their head against the cement wall. "Cute, but not convincing enough."

Whumpee whimpered, shaking their head. "No, please. Please let me feed. Im gonna starve to death!"

Whumper shrugged, rubbing the sore spot on whumpee's head.

"Please, please, just one taste! just a drop! ill do anything, please!" Whumpee finally broke down, tears spilling down their cheeks.

"Oh? In that case, your wish is granted, dear."

Hope sparked in their chest for a moment and they sat up eagerly.

Whumper came forward and pried whumpee's mouth open forcefully. They shoved their thumb against whumpee's left fang until their skin broke.

There was a second of pure excitement when whumpee tasted the blood. Their whole body lit up with eagerness, every muscle tensing slightly.

And just as soon as the moment came, it was gone.

Whumpee whined and tugged against the chains desperately as whumper pulled their hand away.

"Huh," they said in crestfallen shock. "But- but-!"

"You asked for one drop, silly. I gave you precisely what you asked for." Whumper examined their bleeding finger for a second.

Whumper only replied with an amused laugh. They squeezed their thumb, a large red drop welling up and falling in slow motion to the floor.

"No! No, I didn't mean it- I need more!"

Whumpee's eyes tracked the drop as it splatted and absorbed into the rough concrete.

"No!" They cried, lurching forward and pulling muscles in both of their arms. They were so close to the little red splat, they could smell it.

Whumpee's eager sniffing hadn't escaped whumper. "Does that smell good, dear?" Their grin grew wider.

"Yes, yes, it do-" they stopped themself, pushing against the wall as whumper approached them. "Fuck, nono-"

Whumper smeared blood on whumpee's nose, directly under their nostrils. "There, much better! Bye, dear, I love you!" They kissed whumpee's cheek and turned away, heading for the stairs out of the basement.

"No, you can't leave me like this!"

The basement door slammed shut, leaving whumpee writhing in distress.

Starving.

Content: Captivity, multiple whumpees, caretaker-turned-whumpee, multiple whumpers, talk of interrogation, wounds/injuries.

"Aw, look at them," Whumper cooed, motioning to the security camera that showed Whumpee and Caretaker curled up in the corner of their cell. Caretaker had a protective arm around Whumpee's hunched frame, stopping anyone from going near them, despite being far more battered and bruised than them.

Whumper's workers grinned as they watched. "Gonna have so much fun breaking them in," one of them commented. "Looks like someone's already had a go."

The boss chuckled. "Slow down now. We'll give 'em a few days to settle in. Let them fret a little until they're ready to cooperate with us. Something tells me Caretaker will be of more use to us than Whumpee, but we need to be sure. So in the meantime, it's our job to watch, listen and observe until we find out who has the information we need. Then we can have our fun."

There was a chorus of disappointed mumbles, but no one dared to outwardly protest. Instead, they stayed by Whumper's side and watched through the security camera as Caretaker pressed a trail of gentle kisses along Whumpee's face and mumbled reassurances to them.

Reassurances that always turned out to be lies sooner or later.

Okay but what about total sensory deprivation and full-body restraint as a torture method, with physical contact (even physical and verbal affection) as incentive for obedience? Because whumper has found that positive and negative reinforcement are needed to get the results they want in whumpee (not to mention torture without permanent markings makes it easier for whumper to show whumpee off, as well as manipulating them with the "it could be worse" excuse).

(tw: sensory deprivation, body pain, conditioning, brainwashing, restraints)

Whumpee had messed up.

One little off hand comment and they were strung up to the ceiling, gag in their mouth, headphones taped over their ears, blindfold over their eyes. The only thing they could feel was the consistent aching of their bones and the rough ropes around their wrists and ankles.

They thought themselves disgusting for even thinking it, but they wanted Whumper. Needed them to come in, pet them, hold them, tell them that they were good. They couldn’t take it anymore.

They didn’t hear the door opening but they sobbed in relief when they felt the ropes loosening. When they finally collided with the floor, their body twitched with aches and cramps.

They felt the harshness of the tape being peeled off of their face, the headphones leaving them. Their eyes squinted to the sight of light when the blindfold was finally taken away.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Whumper finally asked, Whumpee happier than ever to hear another voice. Whumpee cried and nodded desperately, trying to breathe through the aftershocks of pain.

Whumper wordlessly scooped Whumpee up and embraced them in their arms, grinning when Whumpee returned it and wrapped their aching limbs around Whumper.

Little did Whumpee know, this was the biggest step in breaking them.

guys why aren't we using Fight Club clips for whump its literally so rich with whump content its a movie about people punching eachother wtf

everyone i watch a movie i rate it on my Whump-O-Meter and Fight Club is prime content

i am back and will be working on whump again! :)

had some writer's block but im over it <3