"I Want to Hear You Scream" - Villain Whumper Hero Whumpee

Knife

   (Villain whumper is she/her Hero whumpee is he/him)
   Villain slowly slunk towards her victim with predatory grace, who was chained up and pinned so nicely on the bed.
   It was Hero, her prized whumpee, at her mercy at last after so many months of battle.
   Hero was tied down on the bed, completely exposed and vulnerable only in underwear.
   His eyes tracked every one of Villain's movements around the room as she fished out her phone from a pocket, aiming it and taking several pictures of Hero's restrained form with a coy smile.
   Hero's skin burned with shame, and he desperately wished he could cover up, but there was nothing he could do but lay sprawled out on the soft mattress. Metal cuffs were on each wrist and ankle, attached to the furthest parts of the bed that strained his muscles to their absolute limit until they were aching and sore.
   "W-What are you doing?" He snapped, and the Villain's smile widened.
   "Why, I'm ruining your flawless reputation, of course!" She laughed coldly. "I wonder what your friends and the citizens you're supposed to protect will think when they see that you've been sleeping around with the very villain you were supposed to save them from. I imagine they'll turn against you, don't you think? You'll become just as much of an enemy to the city as I am! Isn't that exciting?"
   Hero's gut twisted violently at the thought. There had been one hero in the past he knew of that had done such a thing with a villain, and the citizens had been so enraged they attacked and killed them in a riot, even if it was partially accidental. And it was all Current Hero's fault. He had exposed the affair to the public, having no clue the citizens were capable of such violence.
   Hero desperately hoped his friends and teammates would understand. He hoped they would see the fear in his eyes in those pictures, and realize that he was trapped, not pleasing the Villain in some wicked game.
   Villain came over to sit on the edge of the bed, giving him a mockingly sympathetic look.
   "You know, hero... I used to be in your shoes. So eager to please, to be loved by the citizens of the city," she said icily. "Until I realized that they weren't worth the effort. They'd turn on you the first chance they got, no matter how long you've protected and looked after them."
   Hero's brow furrowed in confusion. What on earth was she talking about?
   Villain chuckled pityingly at the puzzled expression on his face. "You'll figure it out eventually." She patted his shoulder condescendingly.
   Hero's mind whirred trying to figure out what she could possibly mean as Villain got up from the bed, walking over to a dresser and rifling through the contents of the top drawer, before pulling out a small but wickedly sharp knife. Hero's chest seized with fresh fear, eyeing her warily as she returned to the bed.
   He cried out in pain as she pushed him down into the mattress, putting even more stress and tension on his already over-strained muscles and joints. Then it suddenly clicked.
   "Wait... are you the hero that went rogue?" He sputtered.
   Villain smiled wolfishly down at him, her voice dropping low and dangerous. "Bingo," she whispered maliciously.
   "But... how? You were killed!" Hero couldn't believe his eyes anymore. A good amount of time had passed since Former Hero's presumed death... but now that Current Hero was looking closer... he recognized Villain.
   "No, dear one, I did not die," Villain said coldly. "The villain I was in love with was the man who was killed in that bloody riot. They killed him as an act of revenge against me for 'betraying them', in their eyes. They stole him from me and butchered him. That's when I realized the people of this city deserved to suffer, not be saved by a knight in shining leather. After everything I did for them as a hero... and they still ruined my life by killing the one I loved." She grinned wickedly, tracing her fingers up Hero's bare chest before booping him on the nose.
   "And now you are being exposed in the same way you once exposed me. As a filthy. Dirty. Liar. Having an affair with a villain. So poetic, isn't it? I may be a bit theatrical when it comes to revenge..." She hummed to herself, tracing lines along the sensitive parts of his skin teasingly.
   Hero shuddered and twitched at the light touches, flinching every time her cold fingers brushed his body as she shifted from those deceptively gentle touches to rubbing her hands on his broad shoulders, pushing him down even further until he felt like his arms might dislocate at any second from the sheer pressure of the chains holding them taut.
   "Please..." Hero let out a pathetic groan, the stretching pain was almost too much to bear. "Please... I'm sorry for the pain I caused you... please let me go... I promise I will leave you alone."
   Villain let go of his shoulders and tapped her chin thoughtfully, dramatically pretending to think it through.
   "Mmmhmm, a tempting offer, but I think not." She smiled viciously, eyes narrowed and full of hate and venom hiding deep-seated pain and grief as she leaned closer, looming over him and dropping her head to the side of his face.
   "I want you to scream like my lover screamed when your precious citizens murdered him in cold blood," she hissed in his ear, then placed a mocking kiss on his neck, before planting another on his cheek as she pulled back.
   Hero shivered with sudden terror, feeling violated as Villain invaded his space. His heart sank with dread. Villain had earned a reputation for being violent and vicious... and now Hero was the center of her attention, and at her mercy, which was a very, very bad place to be.
   "Wait--We can talk about this--" Hero started trying to negotiate, but his words turned into a blood curdling shriek of agony as Villain suddenly dug her knife hard into his shoulder without warning, deep enough to scrape bone.
   Hero thrashed and writhed as much as the chains would allow as she slowly started carving a bloody emblem into his shoulder, taking her sweet time to make it look nice, a mark of ownership. Her victim screamed wildly, unable to out-scream the pain as the sharp blade plunged into his flesh over and over again with detailed precision and skill.
   He was left sweaty and panting and shaking when it was finally over, small whimpers leaking out between broken breaths and gulping gasps of air.
   Villain ran her fingers over the fresh wounds, smearing blood across his shoulder before smiling with satisfaction. "Beautiful," she whispered. "You took it so well, too! I'm impressed." She got up and returned with a large mirror, holding it over him so that he could see her handiwork.
   Beneath all the blood oozing out Hero could make out an intricate bird, and immediately recognized it as Villain's hero emblem from when she was one of the good guys.
   "Magnificent," Villain purred, her eyes glittering with cruel delight. "Let's continue, shall we? You're a strong Hero... I'm sure you can handle anything I choose to do to you." She took a second to pull out her phone again, snapping a few pictures of her artwork before leaving the room, returning with a bucket that had a metal rod in it.
   "This will help make your mark more... permanent." Villain laughed as Hero's eyes widened with sheer terror and muted panic when she pulled out a branding iron, the end glowing orange with heat. It was formed in the same pattern as the bird she'd carved, matching it perfectly.
   Villain crawled onto the bed and sat on Hero's stomach, straddling him as she pressed her free hand firmly on his chest to pin him.
   "No... NO! PLEASE, don't do this! I'll give you anything you want--" Hero started panicking and begging hysterically as she brought the iron closer, he could feel the unbearable heat radiating from it as it passed near his face.
   The room felt suffocatingly dim, shadows stretching ominously across the walls, intensifying his fear. He was immobilized, unable to escape the looming dread of what was to come.
   Hero threw his head to the side, gritting his teeth and bracing himself. But it did little to help.