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Eavesdrop

CW: None that I can think of

Summary: Manolo escapes his cell and walks around the house. He listens into Tristen and Makani’s conversation and ends up getting caught. Tristen is nice <333 (Tristen is “the person”) Words: 831

btw.. I didn’t proof read this at all so some parts might be wrong or sum 💀

Manolo knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing this. He found a way out of their shackles and around the house. Even if he tried hard enough, he wasn’t going to be able to escape. So, instead, he decided to look around.

It was late. Two in the morning at least. It wasn’t that hard for Manolo to make his way around the house. His eyes had grown used to the darkness, making it easier to see bigger objects. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he was certain he was going. And that was all that mattered.  He knew he was going to get in trouble for this, but this little bit of freedom was worth it. 

Manolo tried opening every door and every cabinet he found, only to be disappointed by the little to no success he had with finding anything. He was able to open a couple cabinets, but they didn’t have anything very important. An empty water bottle, a stack of colored papers and a bouncy ball.

Manolo’s eyes widened when he saw the bouncy ball. He instantly smiled when he picked it up. Maybe it would keep him busy when he was in his cell for days on end. He placed it in his pocket and continued his way around the house. 

When he reached the third floor, Manolo saw light peeking out of the bottom of one of the doors. It was an eerie orange glow, the same color he saw whenever Makani would turn the lights on in his cell. He put his ear to the door, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he waited for any noise.

“No, no! I told to– no!” a familiar voice spoke. “What do you mean he’s not in his cell? You have to be fucking kidding me!” 

“I–I swear I locked it!” a different voice cried. 

There was a loud smack, loud enough to make Manolo flinch. “If you locked it, how did he escape?” the first voice shouted. With their loud tone, Manolo was able to make out the person who was talking. Makani. Makani, fucking, Hristov.

“I don’t know! I don’t know.. But-but, I’ll find them! I’ll bring them back, I swear!”

“Then go! Go find it!”

Manolo quickly removed himself from the door. It would be one thing getting in trouble tomorrow morning, but right now? He was already in enough pain from the troture Makani made him endure a couple hours earlier, and now he’d have to be tortured yet again? No. It wasn’t worth it. 

The second he heard the door creek open, he made a run for it. But he hadn’t run this fast in what seemed to be forever, and his legs couldn’t keep up. He tripped on his own feet, falling face first into the wooden floor. 

“He was right here this whole time?” Makani growled, walking towards Manolo.

The person beside them made their way in front of Makani, picking up Manolo before he could lay a hand on them. Manolo couldn’t tell who this person was. They looked a lot like Makani, but with softer features.

“I-I’ll take them back to–to their cell!” the person pleaded. “Just–Just don’t hurt them right now. Let them sleep.” They wrapped their arms around Manolo, accidentally holding them a bit too tight. 

Manolo winced at the touch. They were unknowingly digging their fingers into a wound on his hip, making it burn. 

“Fine. I’ll have my way with him in the morning,” Makani spat, storming back to his room.

The Makani-looking person helped Manolo stand up, wrapping his arm around their shoulder. Manolo fell limp, practically being dragged back to his cell. 

The figure laid Manolo down on the mattress, which was on the floor. It was stacked with blanket after blanket, to cover up for the fact that it was on the cold concrete ground. They tucked Manolo in, as if he were a baby.

It felt embarrassing. But if embarrassing meant feeling safe, maybe it was fine. 

“I’m sure–I’m sure my brother won’t hurt you that bad,” the person reassured. “Maybe, uh, I’ll talk him into leaving you alone.”

Brother. So this person was related to Makani. Well, it wasn’t that much of a shock to Manolo. They looked almost identical. The same nose, the same eyes, everything. Maybe this kid was nicer. Maybe they could talk some sense into Makani.

For now Manolo could just hope. He dug his face into the fluffy pillow and closed his eyes. He heard Makani’s sibling close the door, sighing when the room fell quiet again. Maybe the silence was good. It was much better than eavesdropping. He just had to learn that the hard way, and morning wouldn’t be any better by the looks of it. 

But morning was morning. And right now it was not morning. So Manolo took this as an opportunity to rest, and not to fear for what was to come when he awakes.

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Reunion

CW: Suicidal thoughts, mentions of wounds and cuts Little bit of a backstory and summary: Stig and Vendel knew each other before Stig was caught. Vendel is forced to hurt Stig. 

Words: 671

“Why would you do this?” Stig asked. They watched as Vendel was heating up a pot of water, the reason being unknown to them.

Vendel didn’t answer. He didn’t have an answer that wouldn’t hurt Stig even more than they already were. He’d been working for Makani long before he met Stig, and he continued to work after they started dating. But he never thought Makani would capture his partner.

He wanted to leave. Of course he did. Anyone in their right mind would. But he couldn’t. Once you start working for him, you can’t stop. The only way to do so is to off yourself, but Vendel wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe at one point he would, it would be better for everyone.

If he wasn’t there, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else. And he wouldn’t be able to hurt himself either. Yeah. That would be nice. He’d give it another year, then he’d make his decision. But right now the issue was Stig..

Makani had just brought them to the house this morning, unaware that Vendel already knew who they were. “They were home alone,” Makani had stated. “It was way too easy to not get ‘em!”

Vendel cringed. He wanted to attack Makani, but he knew that would just make everything worse. He demanded he would take Stig before anyone else could get to him.

Makani allowed him. As long as they were in pain, it didn’t matter who was inflicting it.

“Vendel! Answer me!” Stig cried. “What are you doing?” They were rocking around in their chair, trying their hardest to get out of the ropes. The ropes were burning the cuts on their wrists and ankles, making them whine.

Makani had already cut Stig up enough, not all on purpose. He had tied them to the chair the wrong way, but with Stig shuffling around, he had accidentally cut their skin instead of the ropes.

Vendel removed the pot of water from the stove. It was hotter than room temperature, but not hot enough to burn Stig when he was to try to clean his cuts.

Vendel hadn’t said a word to anyone since yesterday. He was too scared to slip up and make Stig hate him even more than they already probably did.

He loosened up the ropes around Stig’s wrists and dipped a cloth in the warm water. He carefully cleaned the cuts and dried blood around their wrists, trying to avoid eye contact as he did so.

“How long have you been here?” Stig asked, their voice low and soft. The voice made Vendel feel so safe in a place full of murderers and psychopaths.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before finally talking. “Four years,” Vendel responded, matching Stig’s tone.  Four. Years. He never noticed how long four years was before he said it out loud. Four years of watching Makani bring people from the streets. Four years of watching this cult murder and torture innocent people. Four years of not doing anything to stop them. Four. Fucking. Years.

Stig nodded. Even with the simple movement Vendel knew they were disgusted. Revolted.

Once Vendel finished cleaning their wounds, he didn’t tighten the ropes again. They left them loose, he wanted Stig to have that little bit of mobility.

Vendel poured the dirty water down the sink, leaving the pot on the floor. He glanced over at his partner, who was looking at the wall. He sighed. He didn’t want to have to leave them alone, but he had things to do.

He walked towards the door, stopping before they walked out into the hall. “I’ll be back to bring you food in a bit,” they said.

Stig sunk in their chair, or at least as far down as they could. “Okay.”

Vendel hesitated before he spoke again, “I love you.”

“I hope I’ll be able to love you, too,”  Stig responded.

Vendel quietly gasped before closing the door, his eyes flooded with tears. This was an unwanted reunion.

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I had this dream a while ago, way before I even started whump btw. 

There was this tall guy (lets say character A) and he was testing out this machine on character B. The machine would either make his breathing or heart beat faster, idk why you’d need this but ok. And he told B that he had never used this machine before, but if it were to work he could sell it and help people or sum. 

So he was basically using B as a guinea pig. And there was also character C, who stopped A’s machine in time, just before B was about to die.

IS THIS NOT JUST A WHUMP PROMPT? A being a whumper, B the whumpee and C the caretaker? 

Whumper is just this famous inventer that is known for helping people with health issues or something, and he uses people (whumpees) to test out his machines. And then the caretaker is just there to make sure everything doesn’t go out of hand.

ISTG I WILL USE THIS PROMPT.

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Terrifed

CW: Non-sexual nudity, aggressive whumper

Summary: Makani is giving Zlatan a bath. Zlatan tries to escape and ends up knocked out. (bozo /j)

Words: 918

Terrified.

Zlatan was terrified. He was stripped of all his clothes and in a porcelain bathtub. He couldn't remember the last time he had a good bath, let alone a bath at all. Makani was standing by the sink, taking out some soaps from the medicine cabinet.

“Now, Zlatan. It is a privilege to be able to stay clean,” Makani began. "A privilege that I will be very happy to take away if you misbehave." He glanced at Zlatan, a menacing smile painted onto his face.

Zlatan looked away, instinctively.

Makani walked over to him and turned on the water. He began to play around with the temperature. Making it too hot, then way too cold, just to mess with him. Then he turned it off once the water filled the top of the tub.

It was cold, too cold. Zlatan was shaking, both a mix of him being extremely cold and scared.

“But what's the matter?” Makani said, ruffling Zlatan's hair. "Why are you shaking so much?” He was acting like he had nothing to do with the temperature of the bath. 

Stupid as always, Zlatan thought to himelf. He turned to face the wall, avoiding looking at Makani's expression like if he was able to read his mind. At this point, Makani was capable of anything, so maybe he could.

Makani continued to smile. He grabbed Zlatan's arm without warning, clawing his long nails into his flesh. Zlatan shifted his body, trying to get his arm in a position that wouldn't hurt as much.

Makani poured soap into Zlatan's wounds and cuts, aggressively scrubbing them without a care in the world. He cleaned Zlatan's entire body, his hands lingering in places they shouldn't be. He was taking it in as a sick pleasure. 

He examined scars he put there, smiling at the sound of the squeals Zlatan would make whenever he sunk his nails into his freshly healed wounds.

Makani's mind then turned to his thoughts of Psyche.  “You're so quiet," he started. "You know, your little girlfriend Psyche is much louder. What the heck, I can't even go one word without her yelling at me!"

Zlatan bit down on his tongue, not wanting to spill the things he had in mind. Makani would always bring up Psyche and how much he either hated, or loved her. It was a way to torment Zlatan. He was never allowed to see her, he only knew how she was doing from the disgusting words that came out of Makani's mouth.

"But sometimes it's not that bad. Her little tantrums are always a good excuse for punishment, if you get what I mean. It is like a rule now! Every time she misbehaves I send her down to the meat freezer. Maybe I could do the same with--"

Before Makani could continue his words, a gush of cold water rushed out of the tub and hit him in the face. The soapy water blinded Makani for a second, which allowed Zlatan to attempt to slip out of the tub.

He managed to get out of the tub, but Makani was quick enough to grab his ankle. Zlatan fell face first onto the bathroom floor, Makani pulling him back into the tub.

He quickly grabbed a few more soaps and poured them into Zlatan's wounds, cutting him up as he stopped his second attempt to escape. "This is why you're always getting into trouble!" Makani shouted. "You never comply with my commands, you never listen to what I say!"

Zlatan stayed quiet, putting his hands on his sore cheek.

Makani slapped his hand away from his face and began to harshly clean it, scratching at his neck and the surrounding areas. With Makani's hand so close to his mouth, Zlatan was able to bite him.

Makani let out a sharp scream, pulling his entire body away from the bathtub. and away from Zlatan. He put his hand to his chest, blood pouring onto the tiled floor.

Zlatan's third escape was successful. Makani was too busy cursing him out to notice that he was already gone, taking a towel with him. Zlatan wrapped the towel around his waist as he ran down the hall, trying his best not to slip and fall on the trail of water he was making.

The more he ran the more he realized how unfamiliar he was with this floor of the house. He saw so many doors, more doors than a house could ever need. If he wasn’t running to make the escape from his torturer, he might have checked to see what was behind some of those doors.

He finally made it to the end of the hallway, trying to open the door. The handle was turning, but it wouldn't open. He kept twisting and turning it, but it refused to open.

“C’mon you stupid door!” Zlatan finally spoke. His throat was dry, he hadn’t said a word that entire day.

Immediately when the knob finally budged, he heard loud foot steps coming towards him. It sounded like someone was running. That some one was Makani, of course.

And he didn't hesitate when he punched Zlatan in the head, knocking him out cold.

Now he was definitely not going to have bath privileges. Let alone privileges at all. What was next, breathing privileges?

Who knows. Zlatan doesn't, for sure. He's passed out on the floor with no clothes on. I wonder what he's feeling right now. It's probably something along the lines of..

Terrified.

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INTRO!!!

This is an account purely for self indulgence😈

OC List! (there’s a handful of em-)

Whumpers: Makani (He/him), Areti (She/her), Laurence (He/they), me /j

Caretakers: Vendel (He/they), Yana (They/them), Tristen (They/them)

Whumpees: Stig (They/them), Manolo (He/him), Psyche (She/her), Zlatan (He/her)

I will not write: children whumpees, all of my OCs are 18+. Pregnancy tropes, extreme gore and mutilation. Gore involving the eyes, teeth or genitals. Being filmed, it makes me feel icky writing it. And death, I love my OCs too much to do that.

I will usually write: intimate whumpers. A good amount of gore and comfort. Forced to___ (watch, hurt etc.) Self-harm and dehumanization. There’s a lot more, but none that I can think of at the moment !!

If you guys have any questions or ideas for my writing, please feel free to ask! I am always in need of prompts n stuff! I hope I’ll remember this account exists so I can keep writing <333