or the captor played with the victim’s emotions, being nice and getting close to them to learn their favorite song before turning on them. still a horrific betrayal.
Then after they get saved whenever they hear the song they immediately break down crying while covering their ears or they crash out, demanding it to be turned off, not wanting to relive the memories.
*He could only listen.* Seraph was somewhere in the brig, that much he knew. That was the only thing he did know. He was blindfolded, chained to the floor. He couldnt mive, couldnt see, didnt have the energy to speak and his throat felt like sandpaper. Listen. He could only listen. He could hear the waves crashing against the ship, its rise and fall- and he could hear a song. He knew that song. He knew it by heart. His father used to sing it to him. But now, when he kept on listening to it on repeat he couldnt even try to reach out to those happy memories. When he did, all he could think about was the hot iron rod pressed against his skin, the dagged digging into his skin, his captors making sure to deliver the most pain they could without striking a vital organ. But why...? They wanted to capture his older brother. They thought he was his younger brother, Raphael. Mistaken Identity, Wrong place, Wrong time. All he could do was listen before they came back down. But....better him than Raphael right? Sweet Raphael, confident, kind....His younger brother. Listen. All he could do was listen.
“Please.” I begged weakly. He showed no signs of stopping. Hour after hour, day after day, week after week the same thing. Kicking, punching, cutting, hitting. The scent, sounds, and feelings all blurred into one horrific memory. Such a long, drawn out time of being so close to death yet left to suffer even longer. I almost didn’t make it. When I did though, I was in a coma for days before I saw my lover again. When I did, I was shocked to find out that he repulsed me. The scent was overwhelming strong I almost had a panic attack. I couldn’t be in the same room as him without having flashbacks all because that damn villain used the same cologne.
I just saw it the people in Syria... A man was telling his story after getting him out of prison, he said he was just a kid when they captured him and one of the jail guards asked him what was his favourite song, he named one of the cartoons song, the jail keeper didn't have the song with him at the time so he went home next day he called the kid and played the song and started torturing him...
A lovely classical piece has begun playing on the record player. I hear a loud clatter and look over to see a spoon knocked to the floor. I reached down to pick it up, before glancing in the direction it fell. One glimpse at the captain’s face, and I know something is very wrong. Our quadrant is stationed at a small town while we wait to receive our next mission. Large groups of soldiers are dispersed between houses wherever there is room. Currently, twelve of us are staying at a nice two-story house with an old couple hosting us. The captain decided to decline an entire house to be made his temporary quarters, claiming it was “inefficient” and “wasteful”, so he’s staying with his soldiers at whichever house he chooses. He chose the house that I was assigned to (just my luck). I’m not a bad soldier per se, just the runt of the group. There are plenty of other women in our quadrant, all of which are as big as the men, or they look like they’ve been trained for this since they came out of the womb. Me…not so much. Because of this, my designated nickname has literally been “Runt”. The captain has never said anything against me, but I’ve noticed he gives me the worst jobs, and makes an example of me at any given opportunity. This does not help my popularity among the other soldiers. The captain is a large, muscular man that only grunts, nods, gives orders, and always (and I mean always) has a stoic expression. So looking at his face now, his brief pained expression that I can’t understand, I only assume something has gone very wrong. However, he hides his expression with stoicism almost as fast as it appeared. It seems no one else has noticed. The captain quickly stands up, and politely excuses himself from the dinner table, saying he is headed to bed early tonight. Also odd. I silently count to ten before discreetly excusing myself to the restroom. When I am out of sight, I hurry down the hall to the captain’s quarters. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage, and knock at the door. Something moves inside. I hesitate, not hearing an answer, and then the captain answers through the door, “Unless someone is dead or there is some other emergency, leave.” I frown, thinking about all the wonderful punishments he will think of after this, then I knock again. The door swings wide, and I force myself to be still. The captain looks disheveled. His close-cropped hair looks uneven, his jacket strewn across the floor, with his shirt hastily and only partially buttoned, and his eyes… he looks wild with some emotion that I can’t pin down. When he sees my face, something like anger flares in his eyes. I find my voice, “Sir,” I clear my throat, “Captain, is something wrong?” He narrows his eyes, and looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel. I start to regret my decision in coming here, until he finally says, “Why would something be wrong?” In a voice far calmer than his face. I sigh and decide to say something incredibly stupid. “Have you seen yourself?” I can’t stop the words that already came out of my mouth. He lifts an eyebrow, briefly transforming his face. “No,” he replies, “I try not to look in mirrors.” His answer completely stupefies me. He’s certainly handsome. Not male-model or prince handsome, but rugged, and made from iron handsome. So his statement baffles me. I respond simply, “Why?” Instead of answering, the captain sighs and looks up at the ceiling before gesturing me inside. I try to hide my surprise as I walk inside his private quarters. Of course he got the nicest room. There are no chairs, only a large bed for sleeping. He sits on the edge of the bed and nods his head to the place next to him. I hesitantly sit on the edge of the bed, wondering how bad of an idea it was to come here. I should hurry, I told everyone I was only going to use the bathroom. The captain is first to disrupt the silence, “Have you ever heard that song?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. Then I remembered the classical piece that came on right before he dropped his spoon. Confused, I answer, “Yes, it’s familiar to me.” He nods absently then says, “That used to be my favorite song.” I ask, “Why is it not anymore?” “Memories.” He answers quietly. His usually perfect posture is hunched over and he looks more vulnerable and human than I’ve ever seen him. I accidentally glance through his partially-buttoned shirt and gasp. There’s hardly a piece of skin that doesn’t have scars. Some are more pink than others, but the vastness of the scars send ice to my bones. He startles and looks at me, to where my eyes have traveled. He quickly buttons the rest of his shirt and looks angry again. “What-“ I start, then he abruptly says, “That is none of your business. Leave.” When I don’t move, he says sternly, “Now.” To my horror, I respond, “No.” That does not help his mood, but I don’t care. Instead I say, “What happened to your chest? Who did that to you?” He clenches his jaw and says through gritted teeth, “Get. Out.” I reply, “Then tell me what happened. I’ll never bring it up again.” He closes his eyes, looking as if he’s trying not to strangle me. He says, “I could easily throw you out of here with one arm, Runt.” He says the last word as a threat. I can’t believe he called me that. Sure, it’s a harmless nickname that I don’t mind the guys calling me, but I don’t like the way he says it. I narrow my eyes and respond, “You wouldn’t.” Quicker than I can blink, he grabs be around the middle with one arm and lifts me with ease. I squirm, infuriated to be overpowered so easily, saying, “Put..me..down! You-ridiculous-“ the door opens, and I feel the captain’s muscles tense. I look to the doorway, my vision sideways, and see two wide-eyed soldiers standing just outside the door, about to knock. I look closer and see that they’re two of my buddies. More widely known as the trouble-makers in our crew. Great. The captain quickly sets me down and goes on like nothing happened, “Soldiers, is there something wrong?” The soldiers glance at each other, something I recognize too well. I’m never going to hear the end of this. One clears his throat, “Not anymore, Captain. We were about to report a soldier’s absence, but we did not realize she was with you.” I feel my cheeks flood with traitorous heat, and try to compose myself. The captain answers, “Yes. Thank you for your attentiveness. Please take this soldier to her quarters. We have nothing more to discuss.” He says, glancing intentionally at me with his last comment. I bite my tongue, concealing the retort that would not help the amount of trouble I am already in. “Yes, Captain.” The soldiers reply. I turn from the captain, not trusting myself to speak, and follow my friends to the soldiers’ rooms. The soldiers remain facing forward, not saying a word while they lead me to my room. It’s not until I open my door that they whisper-shout a million questions: “What was that?!” “Did you see his face?” “What were you doing in there?” “Why was he carrying you?!” “Is little Runt a damsel in distress?” “What did he say to you?” And so on. I roll my eyes and whisper-shout, “Shut up!” They shut their mouths, waiting eagerly for any new information. I make a face at them and say, “You’re worse than girls,” and shut the door in their offended faces. I smile, and flop onto my bed, wondering what the next day will be like.
The clock ticks at intervals, each tick echoing through the enclosed room. The air is tense yet thick with the sharp, pungent scent of dried blood. Monica lay stiffly on the concrete floor, the dim lights above her flickering, enough to reflect the pool of blood she lay in. Her pupils lay deep within her sockets, the white of her eyes bare for the world to see. Her skin was a ghastly shade of pale, stained with an eye-catching bright red. Her body features are barely visible in the darkness, the dim lights providing no use. She could be as well as dead. I smile to myself, sliding my fingers over the bolt of the door. With a bang, the door inches open. I kick it wider and walk in. The darkness startles me and I reach for the light switch, flipping it on. The room is instantly illuminated and for a brief second, i see her body twitch. My gaze flicks to her face and I scan it carefully. From her matted, rapidly thinning hair to her rolled back eyes, my eyes travel to her purple, crooked nose and then to her agape mouth. Tattered clothes clung to her bruised body, stained by her blood. Beautified by her torment. I can't help but shake my head, marvelling at my work as I reach for my phone buried in my pocket. "Do you want to keep pretending?" My voice comes out as a hushed whisper. I catch the brief twitching of her eyelids. It's more than enough to prove my words. I shrug my shoulder, pursuing my lips "Alright then" My fingers maneuver the interface skillfully taking me to the app I need at the moment. My thumb clicks on an unknown record stored on the phone and the familiar melody begins to fill the room. Her body twitches violently and the light reflects on the tears at the corner of her eyes. I smile wider, my eyes closed into slits. "You can't really blame me, can you?"
This actually happened to an OC of mine. It was during a war and Phoebe was captured, even though she wasn’t fighting, she was trying to escape. She was then tortured while her captors constantly brought up her brother’s name and showed her a picture of him. Not only that but they conditioned her mind into believing that he is a traitor and deserves to die. Now even after they’re reunited she feels physically sick when she looks at him and no longer feels the affection towards him that she did as a kid.
There are some cases that were made public about this happening here in Brazil during the dictatorship. Many people were never found and investigation is lacking, so we don't know how many people suffered from this, but last I heard it was apparently common
I'm picturing what it would look like if it happened to me. Imagine your body feeling this crushing amount of pain, scars, burn marks, scratches, etc. And hearing laufey playing in the background.
Or it would be worse if they had thier lover watching, so the person getting t0rtured would look at thier lovers face, in the future, and only get reminded of the t0rtue
The melody is my only comfort. The layers of music wash over me, cuddling me. The warm baseline of the bass repeats, reminding me of constancy. With every drop of water that lands on my face, it’s syncopation. The melody is my only entertainment. The layers of music wash over me, drowning me. The scratchy baseline of the bass drones on, reminding me of this endless cycle. With every drop of water that lands on my face, it’s true torture.
After hours of “talking”, Wei says, but it was just kick after scratch after burn after humility. I hear a gentle melody. Is that…Trastevere…? He seemed to know the lyrics too. His scent too, that was familiar to my bloody nose. Tobacco…Pißwasser lingered in the air too…but it felt strong. The right strong, not a burden to be near, but never was there a moment it didn’t reach me. I lay chained to the wall, hoping for a moment of peace, but that may only come when I’m dead. Suddenly…BANG! I hear Wei’s struggle of terror, along with blood curling screams. Someone slashes off my chains, with the perfect moment of the songs peak, as they hold me. There was that scent again, just with a tinge of metal swirling in the mix. I knew who this was… “T-Trevor…?” He didn’t answer, as he heard the music clear as day. He kept me close to his chest with the others doing their own thing, as he just sings the lyrics to the best of his ability to soothe me… “The touch of an angel…the taste of a drug…” “The look of a stranger, who has seen too much…” I mumble back…pure bliss. Quite note! The song is called TRASTEVERE by Måneskin if you’re interested in it :)
Hi im only 10 so im bad at writing books like really bad but im trying here’s something im writing Its a Thursday night I’m getting ready for a big party tomorrow i dont know what to wear i need to find hazel tomorrow”what should i wear” i say,as i stare through the window into the woods “i swear,every time i look out there i see her staring at me and in the wind i hear her saying “clover“ .“I’m probably just paranoid” i say”i’ll find hazel at the party tomorrow and arrest her ”. I go to bed and wake up in the morning,i go start to get ready and do my makeup i stare at the wooden sign on my wall that says my name”Clover”.the voice of hazel saying my name haunts me.its already 5pm i go in my car to drive to the party”its gonna be so hard to find her”.i get to the party trying to find her i see someone in the middle of the dance floor everyone is cheering them on i go to see who it is.to my surprise its hazel,i pushed through the crowd to get to the middle but hazel spots me.her smile quickly fades as she runs into the crowd everyone stop’s cheering i run to find her.i find her and angle my gun towards her she steps closer,putting the gun to her forehead speaking with a begging wine in her voice”do it” “i was already planning on it tonight”i lower the gun putting it in my pocket but she swiftly runs away before i can do anything i dont run after her. I say to myself”why would she do that”confused if she was really begging for me to shoot her.i go back to my house trying to sleep but i keep thinking about what happened tonight.
They had been wearing my favorite scent that day. I quickly backed against the wall yelling with tears streaming down my face at my boyfriend "Please, just stay away!" He was so confused and i was petrified. I should have never taken the long way home that day.
This reminds me of My Demon so bad. The killer/stalker broke into her house, waited for her to come inside, turned on a song, and then proceeded to dangle her over the edge of a super tall apartment (She has a fear of heights too). So whenever she heard that song, she would get like super freaked out.
thsi would work so well if they put the royal blue cala lillies in the room while nina watched her team get killed (i don’t remember which one had those as their fav flower tbh)
"AHHH AAAAAAA AAA NOO" "Oh mirror, oh mirror will i ever find love?" "No one even likes you" "Oh mirror thats a bit too honest!" "Than pretend u didnt hear it"
Can U make one where a character goes through a lie detector and all his answers come out as the truth but they were all actually lies? Sorry if I'm bad at explaining T-T
As I switch the car on, whilst setting my seatbelt in place, I switch the radio to look for any good songs. Nope, nothing good is on here. Again… ugh that’s an awful song. Maybe I should put radio five on, it always has good songs on. I press the forward button, hoping it would have something nice on. “Why do you always have Radio five on?” Darcella questioned, tilting her head glancing at me. She isn’t a good music fan herself, but it satisfies her in the car at least. It makes her stop talking about what happened at work the day before, trust me it isn’t fun to hear. Static plays for a moment, draining out my ears. One… two… three- Oh gosh. Not that song, please not that song. All that was in my head was that day is the screams of when Eric died. It was playing at the ball where he died. I look down. My heart rate goes faster and faster. I can’t bare to even think about it. “Milo?” She worried. Then it had kicked in. She remembers. Without thinking, she rapidly turns off the radio, leaving it dark and silent. “It reminds you of then, doesn’t it?” my hands hurt sm😭
The condemned man moaned in despair. “P-please…. P-plea-“ The faceless man above him only laughed. “Shhhhhh- listen. Are you not enjoying the song?” The condemned man woke up, his eyes widening at the sight he beheld. Rolling hills, vibrant skies…. Then he saw a figure in white. He became confused. “What? Where am I?” “ Shhhh…. “ the figure in white said. “All is well… relax, brother. Don’t you hear the music?” And the condemned man listened, and behold, he heard upon the winds a vaguely familiar , glorious melody.
Or they have a picture of their lover or wear a mask of their lover so they return them to their lover but now they are terrified of their favorite person…
*Cutely uses this on Laran, my mentally ill son* (except I would have it be a common dance tune in the kingdom because he's already known for being horrible at social events so why not make it worse)
"This is my favorite song!"
"That song.....Don't play that song again!"
"But....Why?"
"It killed your father..."
"Oh.."
IM SO SORRY BUT I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF BRANCH FROM TROLLS 😭
@@bugzdoesstuffz because singing killed my grandma 😞
@@nccromancyI ATE MY GRANDMA (Ik we’re making trolls references but I had to bring up moana)
@@nccromancy I ATE MY GRANDMA
@@nccromancyI ATE MY GRANDMA
Plot twist: they die while it happening and they get to listen to their favorite song in their final moments so they die happy…..
Wouldn’t it make them hate the song bc of getting reminded
@@ILoveLuLu4Ever But they wouldn't remember once they're dead, so surely it'd be a bittersweet moment?
@Straykidslover143-x4e yeah, bittersweet is what I was going for
@Straykidslover143-x4e i thought you were me for a second 😭😭
@@LeeWillKnow. I am YOU 🫵 (I thought you were me too 😭)
Or….. maybe it gives them a reason to keep going🤷🏼♀️ happy thoughts guys😭😭✨
Maybe if the song is about not giving up
Respect
I THOUGHT THAT TOOOO
The fact that they knowingly play their favorite song, suggests it was someone close to them. A horrific betrayal.
or the captor played with the victim’s emotions, being nice and getting close to them to learn their favorite song before turning on them. still a horrific betrayal.
Then after they get saved whenever they hear the song they immediately break down crying while covering their ears or they crash out, demanding it to be turned off, not wanting to relive the memories.
YESSS
*He could only listen.*
Seraph was somewhere in the brig, that much he knew. That was the only thing he did know. He was blindfolded, chained to the floor.
He couldnt mive, couldnt see, didnt have the energy to speak and his throat felt like sandpaper. Listen. He could only listen.
He could hear the waves crashing against the ship, its rise and fall- and he could hear a song. He knew that song. He knew it by heart. His father used to sing it to him.
But now, when he kept on listening to it on repeat he couldnt even try to reach out to those happy memories. When he did, all he could think about was the hot iron rod pressed against his skin, the dagged digging into his skin, his captors making sure to deliver the most pain they could without striking a vital organ. But why...?
They wanted to capture his older brother. They thought he was his younger brother, Raphael. Mistaken Identity, Wrong place, Wrong time.
All he could do was listen before they came back down.
But....better him than Raphael right? Sweet Raphael, confident, kind....His younger brother.
Listen. All he could do was listen.
OMG MAKE MORE!
So good ❤
The only thing I'm imagining rn is a guy bleeding out in a chair while in the background-"CALIFORNIA GIRLS, WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE"
"PLEASE, PLEASE IT HURTS-"
"🎵🎵DAISY DUKES, BIKINIS ON TOPPPP, SUN-KISSED SKIN SO HOT WE'LL MELT YOUR POPSICLE, OHOHOHHHHHOHOHOHHHH🎵🎵"
NAAHHH THAT’S CRAZY 😂
“Please.” I begged weakly. He showed no signs of stopping. Hour after hour, day after day, week after week the same thing. Kicking, punching, cutting, hitting. The scent, sounds, and feelings all blurred into one horrific memory. Such a long, drawn out time of being so close to death yet left to suffer even longer. I almost didn’t make it. When I did though, I was in a coma for days before I saw my lover again. When I did, I was shocked to find out that he repulsed me. The scent was overwhelming strong I almost had a panic attack. I couldn’t be in the same room as him without having flashbacks all because that damn villain used the same cologne.
omg you're amazing at writing 🤩
Aww, thank you. This is actually just a quick, simple story. The prompt just caught my attention but I didn’t think I’d get any likes 😅
Bro be a writer
@Roza-vi7my I’m definitely thinking about it as a potential hobby
The song still being their favorite because they just block the memory or don't care because their favorite song matters more
I just saw it the people in Syria... A man was telling his story after getting him out of prison, he said he was just a kid when they captured him and one of the jail guards asked him what was his favourite song, he named one of the cartoons song, the jail keeper didn't have the song with him at the time so he went home next day he called the kid and played the song and started torturing him...
That’s so sad
Oh my...😢that's so messed up...
Plot twist, they escape and survive, and it becomes their only way of dealing with the trauma
Plot twist: they’re a masochist and this makes the song even better for them-
A lovely classical piece has begun playing on the record player. I hear a loud clatter and look over to see a spoon knocked to the floor. I reached down to pick it up, before glancing in the direction it fell. One glimpse at the captain’s face, and I know something is very wrong. Our quadrant is stationed at a small town while we wait to receive our next mission. Large groups of soldiers are dispersed between houses wherever there is room. Currently, twelve of us are staying at a nice two-story house with an old couple hosting us. The captain decided to decline an entire house to be made his temporary quarters, claiming it was “inefficient” and “wasteful”, so he’s staying with his soldiers at whichever house he chooses. He chose the house that I was assigned to (just my luck). I’m not a bad soldier per se, just the runt of the group. There are plenty of other women in our quadrant, all of which are as big as the men, or they look like they’ve been trained for this since they came out of the womb. Me…not so much. Because of this, my designated nickname has literally been “Runt”. The captain has never said anything against me, but I’ve noticed he gives me the worst jobs, and makes an example of me at any given opportunity. This does not help my popularity among the other soldiers. The captain is a large, muscular man that only grunts, nods, gives orders, and always (and I mean always) has a stoic expression. So looking at his face now, his brief pained expression that I can’t understand, I only assume something has gone very wrong. However, he hides his expression with stoicism almost as fast as it appeared. It seems no one else has noticed. The captain quickly stands up, and politely excuses himself from the dinner table, saying he is headed to bed early tonight. Also odd. I silently count to ten before discreetly excusing myself to the restroom. When I am out of sight, I hurry down the hall to the captain’s quarters. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage, and knock at the door. Something moves inside. I hesitate, not hearing an answer, and then the captain answers through the door, “Unless someone is dead or there is some other emergency, leave.” I frown, thinking about all the wonderful punishments he will think of after this, then I knock again. The door swings wide, and I force myself to be still. The captain looks disheveled. His close-cropped hair looks uneven, his jacket strewn across the floor, with his shirt hastily and only partially buttoned, and his eyes… he looks wild with some emotion that I can’t pin down. When he sees my face, something like anger flares in his eyes. I find my voice, “Sir,” I clear my throat, “Captain, is something wrong?” He narrows his eyes, and looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel. I start to regret my decision in coming here, until he finally says, “Why would something be wrong?” In a voice far calmer than his face. I sigh and decide to say something incredibly stupid. “Have you seen yourself?” I can’t stop the words that already came out of my mouth. He lifts an eyebrow, briefly transforming his face. “No,” he replies, “I try not to look in mirrors.” His answer completely stupefies me. He’s certainly handsome. Not male-model or prince handsome, but rugged, and made from iron handsome. So his statement baffles me. I respond simply, “Why?” Instead of answering, the captain sighs and looks up at the ceiling before gesturing me inside. I try to hide my surprise as I walk inside his private quarters. Of course he got the nicest room. There are no chairs, only a large bed for sleeping. He sits on the edge of the bed and nods his head to the place next to him. I hesitantly sit on the edge of the bed, wondering how bad of an idea it was to come here. I should hurry, I told everyone I was only going to use the bathroom. The captain is first to disrupt the silence, “Have you ever heard that song?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. Then I remembered the classical piece that came on right before he dropped his spoon. Confused, I answer, “Yes, it’s familiar to me.” He nods absently then says, “That used to be my favorite song.” I ask, “Why is it not anymore?” “Memories.” He answers quietly. His usually perfect posture is hunched over and he looks more vulnerable and human than I’ve ever seen him. I accidentally glance through his partially-buttoned shirt and gasp. There’s hardly a piece of skin that doesn’t have scars. Some are more pink than others, but the vastness of the scars send ice to my bones. He startles and looks at me, to where my eyes have traveled. He quickly buttons the rest of his shirt and looks angry again. “What-“ I start, then he abruptly says, “That is none of your business. Leave.” When I don’t move, he says sternly, “Now.” To my horror, I respond, “No.” That does not help his mood, but I don’t care. Instead I say, “What happened to your chest? Who did that to you?” He clenches his jaw and says through gritted teeth, “Get. Out.” I reply, “Then tell me what happened. I’ll never bring it up again.” He closes his eyes, looking as if he’s trying not to strangle me. He says, “I could easily throw you out of here with one arm, Runt.” He says the last word as a threat. I can’t believe he called me that. Sure, it’s a harmless nickname that I don’t mind the guys calling me, but I don’t like the way he says it. I narrow my eyes and respond, “You wouldn’t.” Quicker than I can blink, he grabs be around the middle with one arm and lifts me with ease. I squirm, infuriated to be overpowered so easily, saying, “Put..me..down! You-ridiculous-“ the door opens, and I feel the captain’s muscles tense. I look to the doorway, my vision sideways, and see two wide-eyed soldiers standing just outside the door, about to knock. I look closer and see that they’re two of my buddies. More widely known as the trouble-makers in our crew. Great. The captain quickly sets me down and goes on like nothing happened, “Soldiers, is there something wrong?” The soldiers glance at each other, something I recognize too well. I’m never going to hear the end of this. One clears his throat, “Not anymore, Captain. We were about to report a soldier’s absence, but we did not realize she was with you.” I feel my cheeks flood with traitorous heat, and try to compose myself. The captain answers, “Yes. Thank you for your attentiveness. Please take this soldier to her quarters. We have nothing more to discuss.” He says, glancing intentionally at me with his last comment. I bite my tongue, concealing the retort that would not help the amount of trouble I am already in. “Yes, Captain.” The soldiers reply. I turn from the captain, not trusting myself to speak, and follow my friends to the soldiers’ rooms. The soldiers remain facing forward, not saying a word while they lead me to my room. It’s not until I open my door that they whisper-shout a million questions: “What was that?!” “Did you see his face?” “What were you doing in there?” “Why was he carrying you?!” “Is little Runt a damsel in distress?” “What did he say to you?” And so on. I roll my eyes and whisper-shout, “Shut up!” They shut their mouths, waiting eagerly for any new information. I make a face at them and say, “You’re worse than girls,” and shut the door in their offended faces. I smile, and flop onto my bed, wondering what the next day will be like.
That. I’m using that.
FLAWLESSLY BRUTAL
Using where?
@ in my writing
@derpp7130 haha ofcourse! just messing around ;)
The clock ticks at intervals, each tick echoing through the enclosed room. The air is tense yet thick with the sharp, pungent scent of dried blood.
Monica lay stiffly on the concrete floor, the dim lights above her flickering, enough to reflect the pool of blood she lay in.
Her pupils lay deep within her sockets, the white of her eyes bare for the world to see.
Her skin was a ghastly shade of pale, stained with an eye-catching bright red. Her body features are barely visible in the darkness, the dim lights providing no use. She could be as well as dead.
I smile to myself, sliding my fingers over the bolt of the door. With a bang, the door inches open. I kick it wider and walk in.
The darkness startles me and I reach for the light switch, flipping it on.
The room is instantly illuminated and for a brief second, i see her body twitch.
My gaze flicks to her face and I scan it carefully. From her matted, rapidly thinning hair to her rolled back eyes, my eyes travel to her purple, crooked nose and then to her agape mouth. Tattered clothes clung to her bruised body, stained by her blood. Beautified by her torment.
I can't help but shake my head, marvelling at my work as I reach for my phone buried in my pocket.
"Do you want to keep pretending?" My voice comes out as a hushed whisper. I catch the brief twitching of her eyelids. It's more than enough to prove my words. I shrug my shoulder, pursuing my lips
"Alright then"
My fingers maneuver the interface skillfully taking me to the app I need at the moment.
My thumb clicks on an unknown record stored on the phone and the familiar melody begins to fill the room.
Her body twitches violently and the light reflects on the tears at the corner of her eyes.
I smile wider, my eyes closed into slits.
"You can't really blame me, can you?"
with it on full blast, it ruins their sleeping so they slowly go mad too.
Oh my god guys you don’t know this, the previous Syrian regime did that to the prisoners. It was actually a real used mental torture.
…damn
The captor actually plans on killing them in the end and just wants them to hear at least one familiar sweet sound before they die 😭
The favourite song being fein
Bonus points if the song reminded them of their lover
Peeta getting tortured while being told about Katniss so he starts hating her 💔
Clockwork orange features this concept
The way I had a similar scene in the book I planned😢
STILL BETTER THAN I EXPECTED✨
This actually happened to an OC of mine. It was during a war and Phoebe was captured, even though she wasn’t fighting, she was trying to escape. She was then tortured while her captors constantly brought up her brother’s name and showed her a picture of him. Not only that but they conditioned her mind into believing that he is a traitor and deserves to die.
Now even after they’re reunited she feels physically sick when she looks at him and no longer feels the affection towards him that she did as a kid.
Literally Peeta from THG
@ Oh my god yeah-
Clockwork Orange.
actually it happened to some ppl irl
That’s sad.
There are some cases that were made public about this happening here in Brazil during the dictatorship. Many people were never found and investigation is lacking, so we don't know how many people suffered from this, but last I heard it was apparently common
I'm picturing what it would look like if it happened to me.
Imagine your body feeling this crushing amount of pain, scars, burn marks, scratches, etc.
And hearing laufey playing in the background.
Or it would be worse if they had thier lover watching, so the person getting t0rtured would look at thier lovers face, in the future, and only get reminded of the t0rtue
Good one
I think she actually already did a video with that plot!
Hunger games reference?
Oml they're NOT ruining Famous Last Words or Helena for me and getting away with it-
Damn that's messed up😭🙏🏼
The melody is my only comfort. The layers of music wash over me, cuddling me. The warm baseline of the bass repeats, reminding me of constancy. With every drop of water that lands on my face, it’s syncopation.
The melody is my only entertainment. The layers of music wash over me, drowning me. The scratchy baseline of the bass drones on, reminding me of this endless cycle. With every drop of water that lands on my face, it’s true torture.
What if…
Hypothetically…
Their favorite song was CaLiFoRnA GiRlS by KaTy PeRrI
Then when the torturer comes back and plays the music in a pub the traumatized person is in 😭
Imagine they were the kind of person to say “that’s my favorite song too!” But it actually wasn’t so now they have a excuse to not listen too it
Plot twist, they find another song to like and forget about the other one
This reminds me a bit of a clockwork orange, although it wasn't his love who did this
Noooo don’t ruin two trucks for me 😭
After hours of “talking”, Wei says, but it was just kick after scratch after burn after humility. I hear a gentle melody. Is that…Trastevere…? He seemed to know the lyrics too. His scent too, that was familiar to my bloody nose. Tobacco…Pißwasser lingered in the air too…but it felt strong. The right strong, not a burden to be near, but never was there a moment it didn’t reach me. I lay chained to the wall, hoping for a moment of peace, but that may only come when I’m dead. Suddenly…BANG! I hear Wei’s struggle of terror, along with blood curling screams. Someone slashes off my chains, with the perfect moment of the songs peak, as they hold me. There was that scent again, just with a tinge of metal swirling in the mix. I knew who this was…
“T-Trevor…?” He didn’t answer, as he heard the music clear as day. He kept me close to his chest with the others doing their own thing, as he just sings the lyrics to the best of his ability to soothe me…
“The touch of an angel…the taste of a drug…”
“The look of a stranger, who has seen too much…” I mumble back…pure bliss.
Quite note! The song is called TRASTEVERE by Måneskin if you’re interested in it :)
Ohh I love that song:0
@ I do too I love it so much :D
But the singer of the song is their lover,whose voice gives them the strength to fight back cause they have someone waiting for them
So all I would hear is:
‘TODAY IS GONNA BE THE DAY THAT THEIR HONNA THEOW IT BACK TO YOU!’
In the background?
Orr it made it even better because they could see it as how they got through it
What if the song was a song they made. Then they start hating their voice. So, they don’t ever scream. 🤔
*Gets brutally tortured.*
🎶🎵BABY IM THE CAKE BETTER KNOW WHAT YOU GOT IM THE CHERRY ON TOP CHERRY ON TOP🎶🎵-
Wow that's evil
Good luck figuring out which song to play. You’ll need a whole several hour long playlist…
Or they have a picture of their assistant/partner/loved one and now they struggle to have a peaceful life together
Hi im only 10 so im bad at writing books like really bad but im trying here’s something im writing
Its a Thursday night I’m getting ready for a big party tomorrow i dont know what to wear i need to find hazel tomorrow”what should i wear” i say,as i stare through the window into the woods “i swear,every time i look out there i see her staring at me and in the wind i hear her saying “clover“ .“I’m probably just paranoid” i say”i’ll find hazel at the party tomorrow and arrest her ”. I go to bed and wake up in the morning,i go start to get ready and do my makeup i stare at the wooden sign on my wall that says my name”Clover”.the voice of hazel saying my name haunts me.its already 5pm i go in my car to drive to the party”its gonna be so hard to find her”.i get to the party trying to find her i see someone in the middle of the dance floor everyone is cheering them on i go to see who it is.to my surprise its hazel,i pushed through the crowd to get to the middle but hazel spots me.her smile quickly fades as she runs into the crowd everyone stop’s cheering i run to find her.i find her and angle my gun towards her she steps closer,putting the gun to her forehead speaking with a begging wine in her voice”do it” “i was already planning on it tonight”i lower the gun putting it in my pocket but she swiftly runs away before i can do anything i dont run after her. I say to myself”why would she do that”confused if she was really
begging for me to shoot her.i go back to my house trying to sleep but i keep thinking about what happened tonight.
This is quite good
@ ty
@ but also u dont have to lie ik its bad 👁️👄👁️👍🏻
As my favourite song is neon gravestones, eh i'll be fine.
Hey there, fellow TØP fan : D
@Isla.M.W Hii ;3
LANA DEL REY SONGSSSS >>>> 😻🫶🏻
Jokes on u! I like multiple songs guess who’s laughing now!! 😂😂😂
They had been wearing my favorite scent that day. I quickly backed against the wall yelling with tears streaming down my face at my boyfriend "Please, just stay away!" He was so confused and i was petrified. I should have never taken the long way home that day.
That artist put a lot of effort into that statue for the hero
It just plays over and over again. I can't sleep anymore. It's all a haze. And my mother's song rings in my ears. I hate her voice so much now.
Or instead they get poisoned by their favourite food, and as they die brutally in pain, their favourite song is what plays in their final moments
This reminds me of My Demon so bad. The killer/stalker broke into her house, waited for her to come inside, turned on a song, and then proceeded to dangle her over the edge of a super tall apartment (She has a fear of heights too). So whenever she heard that song, she would get like super freaked out.
So pretty!
omg, I’ve never been this early 😮 love your vids and eyeliner 🫶 ✨iconic✨
UR GORGEOUS 😍
thsi would work so well if they put the royal blue cala lillies in the room while nina watched her team get killed (i don’t remember which one had those as their fav flower tbh)
It’s giving “BECAUSE POPPY SINGING KILLED MY GRANDMA…”
Literally Peeta from Hunger Games except its his memories of Katniss
Random idea:
POV: an astronaut travelled to space, but when they returned to earth, everything was *gone*
Help my favorite song is some of the Asteria or 6arelyhuman ones😭🙏
Wait but that implies the captor knows well the character, that makes it even more horrible 😢😭
I was thinking about that 😭
Jokes on them…..my favourite song is Gangnam style, they’d be the ones going insane
UH- THATS LOWKEY MY OC’S TRAUMA STORY??
AN UNKOWN CANNIBAL ATE THEM ALIVE WHILE PLAYING A FAVORITE SONG OF THEIRS WHILE THEY GRUESOMELY BLED OUT
That's extremely disturbing lol I love it
All my favorite songs are powerful so maybe it would help them be strong and resist lmao
"AHHH AAAAAAA AAA NOO"
"Oh mirror, oh mirror will i ever find love?"
"No one even likes you"
"Oh mirror thats a bit too honest!"
"Than pretend u didnt hear it"
If some1 played my favorite song while i was getting tortured i would just start jamming out like that shit hits hard ngl.
Wow thats... evil..
Very random but, RAHHHH I love your necklace! IT LOOKS SO SCRUMPTIOUS 👹
Can U make one where a character goes through a lie detector and all his answers come out as the truth but they were all actually lies? Sorry if I'm bad at explaining T-T
peeta except it was the tracker jacker hijacking of his memories with katniss-
As I switch the car on, whilst setting my seatbelt in place, I switch the radio to look for any good songs. Nope, nothing good is on here. Again… ugh that’s an awful song. Maybe I should put radio five on, it always has good songs on. I press the forward button, hoping it would have something nice on. “Why do you always have Radio five on?” Darcella questioned, tilting her head glancing at me. She isn’t a good music fan herself, but it satisfies her in the car at least. It makes her stop talking about what happened at work the day before, trust me it isn’t fun to hear. Static plays for a moment, draining out my ears. One… two… three- Oh gosh.
Not that song, please not that song. All that was in my head was that day is the screams of when Eric died. It was playing at the ball where he died. I look down. My heart rate goes faster and faster. I can’t bare to even think about it. “Milo?” She worried. Then it had kicked in. She remembers. Without thinking, she rapidly turns off the radio, leaving it dark and silent. “It reminds you of then, doesn’t it?”
my hands hurt sm😭
How has Noone seen this!
Well done! ❤
@JessicaAdams-x6mtysm!❤️
plot twist: they realized they captured the wrong person and realized they just shoved horrible things into this random persons mind
It's the song they sang when their lover died
Or maybe it's a song only known by the lover so they think the lover was the reason they were captured
no i'd be like "yoo its getting lit in here turn it up"
SINGING KILLED MY GRANDMA
It’s giving Darrow in Morning Star :(
Plot twist, my favorite song is baby shark.
reminded me of how my friend hates "a million dreams" because he tried to kill himself while it was playing :(
Cool just randomly commenting ❤
This kinda reminds me of joker torturing jason
I’m a villain.. but not a monster.
They were into it.
The condemned man moaned in despair. “P-please…. P-plea-“ The faceless man above him only laughed. “Shhhhhh- listen. Are you not enjoying the song?”
The condemned man woke up, his eyes widening at the sight he beheld. Rolling hills, vibrant skies…. Then he saw a figure in white. He became confused. “What? Where am I?”
“ Shhhh…. “ the figure in white said. “All is well… relax, brother. Don’t you hear the music?” And the condemned man listened, and behold, he heard upon the winds a vaguely familiar , glorious melody.
Anyone know ‘easy street’
Poor Daryl 😕
Plot twist: their favorite song is by Cupcakke 💀
nah but imagine if your favorite song is california girls
Write that down. Write that down 😭
Me over here tweaking with a fear of torture🥰
Or they have a picture of their lover or wear a mask of their lover so they return them to their lover but now they are terrified of their favorite person…
the plot of the third hunger games book be like
Or they have stockholm so now whenever it plays they get flustered.
(Not promoting this, just throwing it out there.)
SINGING KILLED MY GRANDMA- branch
it's really giving peeta
Plot twist: their favorite song is Rhinestone eyes, Der FlohWalzer or Danganronpa
This is just Clockwork Orange
So they gon play msi while torturing me?
*Cutely uses this on Laran, my mentally ill son* (except I would have it be a common dance tune in the kingdom because he's already known for being horrible at social events so why not make it worse)
My favorite song is girl hell 1999 help