@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Fingore

Character(s): Pet Au!Shin

Warnings: Gore, abuse, corporal punishment, torture. 

Shin had had a rebellious streak since childhood. He’d always been the one to act out, to refuse to give in to the orders of those above him.

Humans never liked that. They couldn’t stand not being the ones in control, and the more he tried to fight back, the more he was forced back down. By now, struggle was a bitter thing.

He’d been punished every time he’d tried to fight back, of course, beaten, starved, forced to bow and apologize with every word he’d never mean. It was torture, by every definition, and all the humans called it was “discipline”, as if he needed nothing more than to learn how to behave.

It made Shin absolutely sick.

Recently, he’d bitten someone, some human who tried to yank him around by the hair when he wouldn’t heel like some kind of dog. His fangs sunk into her skin with ease, and he’d torn a good chunk out of her.

He’d been slapped for it, yes, hard enough to make him feel like the world was spinning, but it had been worth it to make one of them hurt.

It had been a couple days since the incident, and Shin was just starting to think that the slap and a long night in a cage were all he was going to get for it. Unpleasant, yes, but a lot less so than what he was expecting as punishment for what he’d done. It was almost ominous that he hadn’t been hurt worse yet, hadn’t been punished properly.

So, when a human came to his bed (nothing but a pile of spare blankets on the floor), grabbed him by his collar, and drug him off without a word to tell what was happening, Shin’s stomach sank through the floor.

The human was one of his owners’ friends, probably. They knew a lot of other humans, and Shin rarely saw the same people twice.

This one was a large man, wearing blood stained clothes that made something like a spike of fear pierce through Shin. This was not a normal punishment; even he was smart enough to figure that out.

Dragging him down to the basement, where he was rarely allowed to go, the man walked with long, purposeful steps. Shin struggled to get to his knees and crawl after him instead of being pulled, but the human gave him little room to relieve the pressure of the collar around his throat.

The stairs hurt even worse, and when Shin was shoved against a low table on the floor of the basement, he started to shiver.

He could smell blood, more of it than he’d ever been near.

“Listen up, vampire,” the human said, voice cold. “You’re going to put your hands on that table and keep them there. For every time you try to move away, you’ll be hurt worse later. You won’t like what happens to you if you disobey, so forget that rebellious streak and behave.”

Shin resisted the urge to growl. The man was treating him like was stupid, like he was lower than a dog, and it was hard not to lash out.

But this human seemed serious, nothing like the woman he’d bitten, and some kind of survival instinct told Shin that he’d better listen, or risk paying a price much more terrible than a hit to his pride.

So Shin put his hands up on the low table, kneeling, back straight, at it as he’d been trained to sit. He was a First Blood, and he had pride. No matter what the humans did to him, he would be strong and brave enough to endure, just like his brother always had when they were young.

The human sat down on the other side of the table, frowning. Shin tried to ignore the smell of blood in the air.

The human grabbed a finger on Shin’s right hand.

He twisted, and Shin felt his finger snap like a twig.

A howl tore itself out of Shin’s throat, and he’d yanked himself away before he could stop it, curling up over his wounded hand on pure instinct. It hurt, pain like fire shooting up through his arm and burning his insides.

Calm as anything, the human told him to return to his position. Shin had pulled away once, and that meant this was going to get worse.

Shaking, eye wide, Shin forced himself to return his hands to the table. One of his fingers was laying at an odd angle, the one that the man had twisted, and it hurt almost as bad as having his eye taken out.

As soon as Shin was back in place, the man grabbed the next finger, and did the same thing as before, snapping it with ease.

This time, at least, Shin saw it coming. He gritted his teeth, groaned in barely concealed pain, but managed to stay still. His hands twitched against the table, but he didn’t pull away.

One by one, the man went over the remaining three fingers on his right hand, breaking each one with disturbing precision. Shin managed to hold still until the last of them, but when his thumb was brutally twisted backwards, a sickening snap filling the air, he couldn’t help but flinch.

Again, the human ordered him to put his hands back on the table.

Shuddering, trembling so hard he could barely see, Shin obeyed. This man was serious like no human had ever been with him before.

For once, he didn’t dare to try to fight back.

The man moved on to the next hand, crushing another bone with so much force that Shin felt himself whimper, and Shin was frozen in place. His broken fingers were shaking. His hands were both throbbing as if they were about to fall off, and nothing had ever hurt this badly before.

Shin knew exactly why this was happening. He’d broken the last straw by biting that woman, and now, he was paying the price.

Another finger snapped, and wetness trailed down Shin’s face.