Curate, connect, and discover
Cw: knives, restraints, manhandling, mouth whump, implied torture/amputation, noncon touching (non sexual)
“Open your mouth.”
Whumpee shook their head, eyes brimming with tears as they twisted against their restraints. The coarse fibers of the braided rope dug deep into their wrists, chafing the skin and rubbing it raw. Despite the terror that shook their entire body, their blood stained lips stayed firmly shut.
“Whumpee.” Whumper growled, their hand slipping into their back pocket and pulling out a small butterfly blade, perfectly polished and freshly sharpened.
Whumpee whimpered, their eyes going wide as Whumper slowly brought the knife to their lips.
“I’m giving you one last chance,” Whumper growled, digging the knife into Whumpee’s bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
Whumpee shuddered, every last bit of defiance draining from their body as they parted their lips with a sob.
Whumper’s other hand flew up, gripping their face by the chin. Their thumb forced between Whumpee’s teeth, tugging their jaw open further.
Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, tensing as they felt the blade slip past their lips, the flat of it resting against their tongue. A metallic taste filled their mouth, cold and threatening. They didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe. One wrong move and.. shit..
“Speaking is a privilege,” Whumper drawled out, wrenching Whumpee’s head up and angling the knife. “One that can easily be taken away, do you understand me?”