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Whumper spun the iron rod in their hand. Whumpee looked up wearily, their wrists raw from struggling against the rope that tied them tight to the wooden chair. “This, Whumpee, is a freeze brand. You want to know what it does?” “Not particularly, no.” Whumper laughed and went on anyway. “Well, you see, it will cause a burn of sorts. Make a beautiful mark on your lovely skin. Then, it will scar. Oh, how it will scar, red and angry. A forever reminder of your conquerer.” Whumper smiled, holding the freezing rod close to Whumpee’s face. Whumpee could feel the biting cold radiating off it. They shied away as far as they could with their limited mobility.

“Get that thing away from me.”

Whumper hummed. “No, I don’t think I will. Consider it a gift.”

Whumper brought down the iron on Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee writhed and choked, the pain mixing with the dread of having Whumper’s mark forever stained into their skin.

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“Scream louder. Scream so your friends in the back can hear your agony.”

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Whumpee shrieked as Whumper placed a red hot coal on the back of their neck. “Please! Please stop!” Whumpee begged, their throat raw and tears spilling down their face.

Whumper chuckled and pulled back the coal, taking some of Whumpee’s skin with it. “Why would I stop when your screams are just so spectacular?”

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“I will never love you.” Whumpee spat blood at Whumper’s face, They missed, only getting a few splatters on their shoes. Whumper was furious. They grabbed Whumpee by the hair and slammed their head into the concrete. “You will love me!” Whumper punctuated each word by slamming Whumpee’s skull into the ground, painting the floor with fresh blood. When Whumoer finally calmed down, they lifted Whumpee by the hair and stared at their beautiful, blood and tear stained face. Whumper pulled them close, hugging them tightly as Whumpee struggled to breathe with a shattered nose. “You will love me. Because I love you. Because we are meant to be.”

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Whumpee sobbed, arms curled around their knees, tangled messy hair covering their teary eyes. Whumper rubbed their back, gently running their thumb along the angry red scars. “That’s right, get it all out, little one.” Whumper tucked Whumpee’s hair behind their ear and leaned in close. “I can’t wait to do this again.”

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“You know I could kill you, but I won’t. You wanna know why?”

Whumpee shook their head. They were laying in a puddle of their own blood and tears, hands twitching as they breathed shallow breaths.

“Well I’m going to tell you anyway.” Whumper kicked them in the stomach, leaving them curled up and gasping. Whumper kneeled down. “It’s because you don’t deserve to die. Hell is too good for you.” They stood up and smiled down at Whumpee’s pathetic, writhing form. “So I’ll keep you here.”

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“Shhh, don’t cry, Whumpee. This isn’t your fault.” Whumper gently held Whumpee’s head in their hands and wiped off the blood on Whumpee’s chin. “You were just born to be mine.”

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“Why do people find doves to be more beautiful than vultures?” Whumper asked to no one in particular as they drove another nail into Whumpee’s wing. Whumpee flinched but had no more energy left to thrash as they had before.

Whumper readied another nail, this just over the tip of Whumper’s large brown wing. “Because us doves represent life.” They hammered the nail in and Whumpee let out a soft whimper.

Whumper leaned in close, this breath hot on Whumpee’s ear. “And you represent death.” Whumper laughed to themself. “I’m just helping you get in tune with your true nature.”

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“Stop! Please, god, make it stop!”

Whumper laughed as they cracked the whip once more. “Your god isn’t with you, Whumpee.”

A scream tore from Whumpee’s lips.

“I’m your god here.”

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Whumper dug their boot into Whumpee’s bleeding shoulder. “You will do it, Whumpee, I promise you. Why not save yourself the pain and just agree now?”

Whumpee spat blood up at Whumper. “I’d rather die!”

Whumper chuckled. “I can’t quite arrange that,” Whumper kicked them in the jaw, “but I can get you damn close.”

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Whumper gripped Whumpee’s head in their hands, fingers digging into their temples. “Do you understand what you did?!” They looked down at Whumpee, eyes filled with rage.

Whumpee spat in their enemy’s eye, causing Whumper to let go and step back to wipe it off their face. Their rage only grew.

“Yes, Whumper, I do understand.” Whumpee said, eerily calm.

Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the hair and slammed their knee to Whumpee’s head. Whumpee cried out and blood spewed from their nose.

“You killed my lover, Whumpee! The only person in the world who mattered to me!” Whumper screamed, tears in their eyes. Whumper shoved Whumpee’s face into the ground. “I have nothing left, Whumpee. Nothing left except the incomprehensibly intense urge to shatter you.”

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Older sibling trying desperately to protect their younger sibling from Whumper.

Older starts by fighting and yelling, anything to get Whumper’s attention so they ignore Younger. This backfires and Whumper slaps Younger hard in the face, stopping Older’s insults immediately.

Then, Older starts being as obedient and submissive as possible, encouraging Younger to do the same. When Younger inevitably messes up, Older tries to take responsibility. Whumper decides to hurt Younger anyway, loving how Older shakes when their closest friend is crying on the floor.

Older then resorts to begging as hard as they can. They’re on their knees, gripping the cuff of Whumper’s pants and laying their head on Whumper’s shoe. And Whumper smiles. They broke Older without laying a finger on them.

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“I could have been… happy. Successful, comfortable, rich! I could have been everything if you- you-”

“Didn’t show you who you truly are? You’re a pathetic arrogant little animal. So I had to cage you.”

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Caretaker circled Whumper, whom was tied to a chair, electrodes along their chest.

“Ple-” Whumper screamed, lighting surging through their body. When the shock ceased, they collapsed with a sob.

“What did I say about talking.” Caretaker growled. They grabbed Whumper by the jaw, forcing eye contact. “I wasn’t lying when I said I would die for Whumpee. And I wasn’t lying when I said I’d kill for them.” Caretaker squeezed Whumper’s jaw, their nails digging into their skin. “And you best believe I’d torture for them.”

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Caretaker kneeled at Whumper’s feet, chains on every limb and around their neck securing them in place.

“Do you have any idea of what you just did,” Whumper snarled.

Caretaker laughed “Yes, yes I do. Fuck you, Whumper, fuck you.”

The chains around Caretaker started to heat up, glowing red hot and Caretaker screamed. “You helped Whumpee get away. My most promising project yet. Gone.”

Caretaker’s laugh and scream mixed to create a mangled sound of tortured joy. “And now you can’t torment them anymore! Fuck you fuck you!”

Whumper kneeled down, eyes level with Caretaker’s. “If I can’t have Whumpee anymore,” the chains tightened and burned even hotter, “then I guess you’ll have to make up for it.”

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Whumpee collapsed in the snow. They couldn’t go any further, they just couldn’t, they were too exhausted, their limbs and face numb from the cold.

Caretaker stopped and shook Whumpee with their foot. “Come on, Whumpee, we have to go. Whumper’s on our tails.”

“Caretaker… Go- go on without me,” Whumpee whimpered, barely audible through their chattering teeth.

Caretaker scoffed. “No. No, never.” They reached down and hoisted Whumpee over their shoulder. “We get out of this together.”

Or else we die together.

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Lover walked into their apartment, excited. They had come home from work early to surprise Whumper with a date night. They held flowers in one hand and two movie tickets in the other as they skipped into their apartment. They made their way over to their room and opened the door.

Lover dropped the flowers. They saw Whumper, their partner, the one they cherished most in the world, standing over a bound, gagged, and bloodied stranger.

Lover screamed. “Oh my god, Whumper! What are you doing!?”

Whumper turned, their eyes wide. “Lover- you’re home early-”

“Oh my god- How long have they been here!? Who are they, what are you doing to them!? Holy shit.” They looked at the stranger again and saw blood mixed with tears running down their face. Lover gagged. “How could you?!” Whumper stepped towards Lover, their fists bloody. “Honey, listen-”

“No!” Lover lurched back. “I’m calling the police!”

They turned to run out of the room but a familiar, once comforting hand grabbed them roughly by the neck. Another hand closed over their mouth, muffling their screams. “I’m sorry, darling. But I can’t have you doing that.”