Whumptober 2020 | Sanders Sides

No. 10 THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED

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No. 10 THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED
Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail Of Blood

Prompt(s) chosen: Blood Loss, Trail Of Blood

TW: Unsymp!Roman, blood, knives, torture, slight Unsymp!Remus, panic attack, blood, gore, and more blood

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Virgil sat in the corner of his room. His back was pushed up against the wall, and his knees were hugged to his chest. The blood path leading to where he was lying, well, sitting, was less than something that brought a spark of joy to a person's eye. 

He had been thrown in here by some guard or something that was wearing all black including the hood. Heck, the person looked like an assassin almost. Though that wasn't helping Virgil considering thinking about the fact that he was trapped in a room with what might be assassins all around him. Because obviously that was something to be super calm and collected about. 

Anyways, he had been thrown into the middle of the room and had crawled to the corner because there was something much more reassuring about the walls surrounding him instead of a wide open space. He wasn't even having a panic attack. That surprised him. Well, actually, he's wrong about the no panic attack thing. 

There are different types of panic attacks. Obviously there are the different levels of your normal trouble breathing and shaking panic attack, but Virgil was having a different one. It was a "floating" anxiety attack. During a "floating" anxiety attack nothing exactly feels real. It all feels like an illusion or something else of the sort. 

Some examples of things that happen are you feel like even though you are touching multiple things you aren't. It can also cause you to act a little high. Your thoughts can be very weird or seem to be constantly changing whether in topic, tone, or anything else. Although these helped with getting rid of your anxiety, or at least delaying it for later, they weren't the greatest for getting stuff done.

Now, currently Virgil was still bleeding from multiple cuts on various places on his body. He didn't care enough to bandage them in an attempt to stop the bleeding anyways. The anxious side just sits there, not doing anything, not caring, not feeling. Which, considering Virgil's job was to care about everything and anything to much, was not a good thing. 

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 Virgil wasn't even aware that Roman had entered the room he was in. Well, he wasn't aware Roman had entered the room until Roman roughly grabbed one of his arms right over of the cuts and hauled Virgil to his feet.  Virgil finally stopped "floating" when he yelped in pain because of Roman grabbing his arm. 

"Hey, let go of me!" Virgil tried to pull out of Roman's grasp, but he wasn't able to. In fact, it only seemed to bring Virgil more pain. He ended up stopping his attempt to escape and just standing there next to Roman. He wasn't going to get out of this, and, as much as he didn't want to admit it, it was true. 

Roman stared down at him, an evil glint in his eyes. That had been there since he had taken over the Mindscape with Remus's help. Corrupt Roman and Remus ruled over everyone, and no one had escaped. From what Virgil knew, the others were still alive. Though they were probably in just as bad of a situation as Virgil was. He hadn't seen them though so he couldn't be sure. 

"Time to come with me again, dearest." Ew. Virgil hated that name, but he wasn't given much time to linger on that. Roman started dragging him out of the room. Virgil's legs refused to work so he tripped and Roman just dragged him along. This reopened some of the wounds in Virgil's legs which left a blood trail behind him as they went. 

Virgil arrived back in what he had named "The Torture Room". It had a bunch of forms of torture just hanging on the walls. He would fight back, except he was weak because the Creativtwins were bitches and wouldn't give them what they needed to stay strong and healthy. Probably so they were unable to rebel. 

Anyways, Roman grabbed a knife from the side and just walked over to Virgil who was lying motionless in the middle of the room. "One of the villages rebelled earlier, but Remus wouldn't let me smite them. So, instead, I'm going to take my anger out on you." Roman threw the knife up into the air and let it flip a few times before catching it skillfully. 

Virgil just lay there. He didn't have any better options. Roman went down next to him and slashed through Virgil's jeans onto his thighs. A thin line of blood appeared, his black jeans not even giving a hint that he was bleeding. Another cut appeared on Virgil's thigh via Roman's knife. 

Virgil winced in pain, staring down at his jeans that were ripped even more than before. He was kind of dissociating at the moment. He almost let out a scream of pain as he felt something slash his arm, but he wasn't allowed to scream. If he screamed it would just mean more of this. That's what happened last time and why Roman didn't bandage him up. He screamed and it got worse. So Virgil held his tongue no matter how much he wanted to just release all of that energy. 

Roman left another cut in Virgil's arm. This time he snapped back to reality and looked down. He could see the blood seeping into the purple patches in his hoodie. His hoodie... it was ruined. His normally prinstine... ish... hoodie was slashed in multiple places from Roman's torture sessions. For some reason Remus never did anything to him... well... not the torture. He did other stuff. 

The hoodie was left in much worse condition than normal. There were tears from the knives Roman used. These tears since they were so rough left a few random strings that would slowly unwind. It didn't seem as think, warm, or homey as it used to. The blood stains that tainted the purple also were not fun. It certainly didn't look cool or edgy anymore. The fabric also crinkled from the dried blood when he moved. 

Within thirty minutes Roman was done his tempter tantrum, had finished bandaging Virgil up, and was taking Virgil back to his prisoncell- I mean room. At this rate Virgil wasn't sure how long he would make it in here. 

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Word Count: 1060

Written on 10/10/2020 and 10/11/2020.