Thsc One-Shots

(Request; Ellie Whump) Fire, Flames Or Excessive Heat

Request: A is for Ellie

From the writer ask game; https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/lifeorbeth/123078064702?source=share

Hey, I'm so sorry if this prompt request took me a while but here it is now. Ask box is always open.
 

A) Fire, flames, or excessive heat.

Tw/Tags: Pre-Canon, During Ellie's Time At The Wall, Angst, Torture, Branding (Kinda?), Hurt/No Comfort, & Dimitri Petrov Is A Cruel Asshole 

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Excessive heat was never something Ellie ever favored, not that she hated it or would prefer the opposite but she desires the temperature that was in the middle of hot and cold. Where she didn't feel like she was burning from the inside out with no mercy. Once it had gotten so bad she would never want to reminisce on it again for too long she already felt that ugly burning feeling under her skin despite her best efforts. It had happened during a rough time in her life where she was stuck against her will at the Wall getting tortured for her supposed misdeeds. Worse, she was treated like an animal needing to be tamed, punished she was smacked with heat until it got to the point unable to bear with it further she fell to the ground with a loud thud. 
 
In mind splitting pain she had screamed out for hours right up until eventually her voice had started to lose itself over time. 
 
"This is what happens to low life crooks like yourself who won't talk" Their warden, Dimitri Petrov had spat, showcasing his disgust. "They get burnt"  
 
"Fuck right off" She cursed, traces of spit almost making its way towards the older man although not quite when she curled up in a ball, her skin soon turning a beat red color. 
 
"Ah. Don't worry then. I'm not. You'll talk soon" He straightened his posture. How someone can be so inhumanely cold, calm and calculating was beyond the redhead. "When we turn up the heat once more again. You'll be screaming for mercy. To tell us all your dirty little secrets" He chuckled deeply, dismissively waving a hand, a signal likely for his men standing behind him to put the pressure onto the young woman. 
 
"Fuck you"  
 
Then she was swiftly cut off as searing hot pain unlike any other she experienced before had brazenly branded her right across her bare back from one side to another. Balling up her hands and feet, arching her back away, Ellie tried to be strong, putting up a good front as she clamped her eyes shut imagining being anywhere else as an attempt to lessen the horrendous pain. She was treated like a melting candle, slowly melting from the inside out by the excessive heat taking her by storm. Unable to move besides the occasional uncontrolled body spasm she's made practically helpless to the torturers who took sick joy branding her skin with red hot irons, surely acknowledging it will cause lasting scars at best. Worse, it'll cause a nasty infection if left untreated and it will, everyone at the facility knows that whether being on the receiving end like an inmate or the guard who inflicts that sickening pain. Right now Ellie can only hope for the best outcome as she got another iron upper on her back in between her shoulder blades this time that nearly caused her to pass out.