Injury Prompt #1004

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A hand at the nape of whumpees neck, fingers tangled in hair as caretaker gently lowers their head onto a pillow.

Whumpee was reunited with his team and friends. Although they had seen the aftermath, none understood the extent of torture whumpee endured during the time with their captors.

Until breaking news aired on TV.

Whumpee, not wanting to relive the pain, slipped away to be in a room alone while it played...

"Recent local footage of a young man tortured has been leaked from the dark web. We've blurred the more horrific details however we are warning; some viewers may find this distressing.

Strapped to a metal table in what looks like an interrogation gone too far. His captors filmed him being punched, strangled, having a tooth forcibly removed, shot with nail gun, even taking a branding iron to the chest and then electrocuted. It appears the young man stopped breathing, before being resuscitated and brought back to life.

Incredibly, the victim seemed defiant towards his captors during and following the acts of extreme and incomprehensible cruelty.

How anyone can endure so much, is truely a mystery. Whether the young man survived the brutality, is still unknown.

Police are investigating and are looking for both captors and victim. We urge anyone with information to come forward."

Prompt (565)

“You should be scared of me,” the villain said. “I’m here to kill you.”

“You’re eating ice cream,” the hero said.

They were a little confused. This had not been the assassin they were expecting. They watched the villain look ice cream off their hand as it dribbled down.

“I can be an assassin and still want a snack,” the villain said.

The hero stared at them doubtfully. They pointed to their face. “You have chocolate on your nose.”

How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

Hghghg thought of the Concept last night of a character being rescued from imprisonment/torture; beaten to a pulp, completely out of it, and scared. They don't immediately recognize the person sent to save them, and thus in their delirious state try to fight them off thinking they can only be another tormenter. But they're so, so weak, their attempts little more than clumsy, shaky lashings out.

Instead of restraining them or hurting them like Whumpee expects, their rescuer gently unfolds their trembling fist, and holds their hand.

no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.