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Dark Room Ettiquette - Robin Roe

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An act of mortal love

"Whumpee, where do you want to go?" Caretaker asked, looking worried as they grabbed Whumpee's shoulders. Whumpee smiled reassuringly.

"I think I want to start working. I don't want to be a burden to you."

Caretaker frowned, "What? No, Whumpee…! You are not a burden. Not in a million years." Caretaker said, cupping Whumpee's cheeks gently with their hands. Whumpee leaned to the touch, sighing softly as they locked their gaze with Caretaker.

"It's okay, I won't be long. Plus, I can't hide myself forever in this house. Gotta get a job and be a responsible adult, right?" 

"Yes, but…" Caretaker swallowed hard. They didn't want to lose Whumpee again, not after what happened to them with Whumper. They just wanted to protect them. 

Caretaker guided Whumpee to the couch. They turned to face them, hoping they would understand. "I think it's too dangerous for you to be outside…what if someone kidnaps you again? What if that person is Whumper? Nobody knows what he would—"

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker's hand, silencing them. They shuddered at the thought that Whumper might spot them somewhere and take them again. But they also wanted some distraction to get whatever happened to them off of their mind. They were tired of the constant nightmares about Whumper. Looking at the medicines and bandages that Caretaker provided to them only reminded them of their ugly scars and bruises. 

"Listen, I promise I will take care of myself and come back in one piece. Don't worry about me, okay?" 

"But—"

"Please, Caretaker? Trust me?" 

Caretaker sighed, they pondered for a moment before saying, "At least let me make you your favourite drink before you go." 

Whumpee nodded, smiling gently. They watched as Caretaker walked to the kitchen before leaning back on the couch and read the newspaper on the coffee table. 

A few minutes after that, Caretaker returned with a hot chocolate in hands. Whumpee beamed up at the sight, they took the mug from Caretaker and slowly sipped on the drink. Caretaker patted their head, letting them finish the rest of the sweet drink.

Whumpee's eyes were drooping low, their vision foggy and drowsy. They immediately put the mug on the table, squeezing their eyes shut before Caretaker pulled their head against their chest.

"Caretaker…w-why…?" Whumpee asked weakly. Caretaker looked at their half lidded-gaze as they cupped Whumpee's face.

 

"Shh…this is for your own good."

 

"Wha…n-no…no…" 

Whumpee tried to pull away from Caretaker's embrace but they tightened their grasp. "Shh…shh…Just relax…let it go, Whumpee. Don't fight it."

"Caretaker…please…!" 

Whumpee's desperate voice broke Caretaker's heart. But still, they secured them in one place, not allowing them to move. Whumpee kept struggling in futile until they finally drifted off to their slumber.

~

Caretaker smiled softly at the sight of Whumpee's sleeping form. They caressed their hair gently, observing every soft breath that entered and exited from Whumpee. They pulled the blanket up before kissing Whumpee's forehead tenderly.

A feeling of guilt suddenly washed over them as they looked at Whumpee's peaceful expression. The poor thing just wanted to communicate again with the outside world, but Caretaker just had to drug them to prevent that. Not again, they thought. They couldn't bear the thought of losing their precious one again. 

"Sleep tight, Whumpee." 

Caretaker whispered softly as they turned off the light and closed the door before locking it shut.

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Puddles

You open your eyes and realise how heavy your heart feels. Head pounding like crazy, limbs restrained to one spot. Your breath comes to a halt when a solid metal thing rests right inside your mouth. You can't utter a word, your eyes burning like it hasn't been closed for weeks.

The surrounding feels awfully familiar. You always imagine it, in those messed up fanfictions. A cold, dark basement. Blood stained on the walls. You can almost hear the agony screams, echoing in the back of your mind. Is it yours? Maybe, nobody knows. Maybe Whumper knew it. Maybe he will tell you if you ask him nicely. 

"Tell you what?"

Whumper asks. You cocked your head to the side, since when he is here? Did he listen to your thoughts all along? That's rude. He should ask for permission to enter your mind. But well, he's Whumper after all. What do you expect from him, really?

Whumper has no sense of personal bounda—

"Haven't seen you for a long time, where did you go?" Ah, he's squeezing your cheeks. See? He touches you whenever he wants. He crouches down in front of your vulnerable form, his hand moves to another part of your body. 

You can feel a slight squeeze on your tummy. He chuckles, he gives you a teasing smile. "Skipping workout days?" 

Yeah, maybe. It's been a rough week. It's not like you have a terrified grown man chained up in your basement like him. Would you stop that? You wanna say that to him, seeing him still playing and squeezing your tummy. His face looks so childish and innocent you wonder if he really has a corrupted mind. 

Looking at your expression makes him laugh softly. "Sorry, you have a cute belly."

Whumper stands up and walks to the metal table, examining the torture tools. He's humming, his voice is weirdly soothing to your ears. "Running away from reality again, hm?" 

Of course you are. You feel numb, you can't even get yourself to brush your teeth. Everyday feels the same. Time seems like it stops moving, someone took away the pleasure of being young from you. You can't—

"I'm not a mind reader, you know?" 

He's not? Well, at least he could take the gag off. That way, you can speak to him. Whumper shakes his head in amusement. 

"No no no, you look cuter like this."

Oh really now? You sigh. He's so unpredictable sometimes. You watch as Whumper clean his blade, his sharp eyes glinting in excitement. Maybe it's his favourite knife, maybe it's the one he likes to press down on your skin. 

"Do you like it here?" 

Probably not.

"But it's better, right?" 

…Yeah, it's better like this. 

Whumper walks towards you again, holding the knife in one hand while the other caresses your soft, bloody hair. You feel safe, even for a moment. Outside it's pouring, inside your emotions are leaking. Whumper tip your chin up so you would look at his eyes. Before the knife could touch your skin he asks,

"Do you ever wish you could completely forget how to breathe?"

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Into Your Bloodstream

"I-it's hurt…"

Whumpee said, eyes blazing with tears. Whumper crouched down in front of him, with a pen and paper in his hands.

"Mhm…mhm…anything else you want to add, dove?"

Whumpee sniffled, his lips trembling.

"I-it's burning and…I-I feel like being pricked by thousands of needles…"

Whumper pondered for a moment. He continued writing, a slight smile on his face. "And which part hurt the most, Love? Which part is it?"

"W-when you pressed the branding stick…o-on my back…and..and twisted it against my skin…"

Whumper smirked, "Mhm…I did twist it a little. I thought you might like it if I did that."

Whumper walked around Whumpee, looking down at the symbol of his ownership. His eyes were glinting with excitement as he traced the fresh burning scar. Whumpee winced in pain at the contact, panting slightly.

"It's beautiful isn't it, Love? You look much more prettier like this…when you are mine."

Whumper leaned down and pressed his cheek on the mark, sighing softly while Whumpee screamed in agony. Whumper kept the innocent smile on his face, drawing circular motions on Whumpee's skin with his finger.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Please st—"

Another scream, even more louder this time. The chain around Whumpee's wrists rattled against each other as Whumper licked  Whumpee's branded skin. Trailing his tongue and saliva across the initial. 

The sounds of Whumpee's whimpers and the shiver that ran down his spine made Whumper gloated at the sight. He leaned behind Whumpee's ear, resting his chin on his shoulder as he's whispering, 

"You are mine now, Whumpee. All mine."

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Burnt matches

Whumpee  stirred open in his sleep. He blinked his eyes a few times as he sat up and looked at the person across the room. It's not Whumper this time…it's…

Whumpee 2!

Chained up, wearing a white shirt with eyes staring into space. The guy looked more like a ghost than a person. His shirt even had a blood stain…much more worse than Whumpee. Whumpee frowned, confused at his friend's state. Whumper separated them for the past few weeks and he never expected that they would meet like this. It's like seeing a different person now.

"Um, hello…dude?" 

Whumpee's voice echoing through the dark basement. Whumpee 2 just stayed silent, not even daring to move. What was he even scared about? It's not like Whumper is here. Whumpee moved the chain around his wrist, he tried to emit some sound to catch the guy's attention. But just like before, that creature just glued to the floor. 

Whumpee gave up. He leaned his head on the wall, closing his eyes. After that he heard the sound of the door being unlocked and opened by Whumper. Whumpee opened his eyes and to his surprise, Whumpee 2 crawled up and hugged Whumper's leg. He frowned, immediately annoyed while Whumper just smirked down at the guy and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Just like how you treat an obedient dog.

Whumper chuckled upon seeing the frustrated look on Whumpee's face. "Aww, are you jealous that I'm being all loving with him rather than you? Maybe you should just submit to me…you will get all the attention too."

Whumper leaned down and stroked the guy's cheek gently. Whumpee looked at them in disgust as Whumper kissed the guy's forehead and squeezed his throat playfully. 

So pathetic, letting someone treat you like that. 

Whumpee swore to his life that he would never break because of someone like Whumper. He would stay strong until Caretaker came and saved him. That's his promise to her. But seeing Whumpee 2 like this broke his heart, what would Caretaker say if she saw him in that condition?

"What did you do to him? What did you do that made him change?" Whumpee asked, with a slight hint of anger in his voice.

Whumper hummed, "Oh, nothing much. Just touch him here and there…you know?"

Whumpee huffed out a sigh, "Touch him with what?"

Whumper squeezed Whumpee 2's cheeks, "With the whip, hammer, shock collar…oh, and a loving touch from me. He takes it like the good boy he is."

Whumpee swallowed hard, Whumper never hurt him using those things before. He only got a few cuts on his body, Whumper drowned him once, and a few kicks and punches every time he made a ruckus. 

"Oh, don't be so surprised that I treated you much better than him. He's the one who offered to take your punishments for you." Whumper said, looking down at Whumpee 2 with a smirk. 

"And now, look at him. He's just a broken doll now, only exists to please me. His dear master."

Whumpee too stunned to make any snarky remarks like always. His eyes glued to his friend. Whumper's right, he's nothing more than a lifeless body. He wanted to yell at Whumper for being the reason he lost his friend forever, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Whumper snickered as he walked out of the basement, locking the door before leaving the two alone. Whumpee looked at Whumpee 2 with his eyes full of…betrayal?

They locked eye contact with each other and Whumpee couldn't help but feel tears burning in his eyes. That's not Whumpee 2, he's a different person now. He used to be so annoying, so cheerful, always encouraging Whumpee to do stupid things. He's also the one who used to get mad at Whumpee when he nearly gave up until that asshole separated them two.

"Whumpee 2…" Whumpee started. "Why? Why did you took my punishments for me? Do you think I'm that weak?" 

Whumpee 2 just stayed silent. He opened his mouth slightly before closing them again. His gaze fell to the ground, not having enough strength to look at Whumpee. But Whumpee ended up feeling more anger towards him. Tears streamed down his face.

"Answer me you idiot! Who asked you to do that for me?! Why are you always like this? Always think about other people rather than yourself! Do you think I would be happy seeing you like this, huh?!"

Whumpee 2 still didn't move nor say anything. Whumpee wanted to yell at him again when he saw a tear rolled down his face. Whumpee could feel his heart shattered at the sight. He pushed his knees to his chest and buried his face on it. 

"Dummy…" Whumpee muttered with a broken voice.

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Whump Idea

Yes I know this is my first time posting whump (or really posting on this acc) but I had an idea!

A Whumpee who loves colors, rainbows 🌈

And a whumper who wears different colors depending on how they’re going to torture Whumpee that day.

Red means whumper is going to cut Whumpee

Orange means fire

Yellow means electricity

Green means they’re going to be drugged

Blue means waterboarding/ water torture

Purple means they’re going to be tied in uncomfortable positions (leaving purple bruises where they’ve been tied) and left all day.

Pink is Whumper’s favorite, it means they’re mixing a bit of multiple.

Black is Whumpee’s favorite. It means Whumper is ignoring them that day. Sure it also means no food or water, but that’s surely better than having Whumper’s attention.

Grey means Whumper is feeling nice, and they’re going to cuddle.

Whumper never wears white, that’s for Whumpee to wear so Whumper can see all their blood and scars beneath the fabric.

Just imagine the recovery for Whumpee after all this, someone who once loved having every color in their room needing everything to be black or white. Panicking when they see colors they used to love. Going outside is a nightmare.

How is Caretaker going to get rid of this kind of conditioning?

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Wildflowers

Whumpee was laying on the couch. They were busy scrolling down through Pinterest. Their eyes flickered to the door for a moment, wondering who's the one that had been making noise outside their house since just now. 

Before they could do anything, Caretaker rushed out to the front and opened the door. They smiled at the delivery guy before signing their name on the paper and brought inside a large box to the living room. Whumpee eyes widen, that's—

"This is mine…!" Whumpee said firmly at Caretaker. They snatched the box away from Caretaker before they could open it and peered inside. Caretaker was slightly taken aback by Whumpee's sudden behaviour.

"You don't need to get so mad at me though…what did you buy anyway?" 

Caretaker asked, leaning closer to Whumpee. Whumpee tightened their hold on the box. "Nothing."

Caretaker chuckled, "It can't be nothing, Sweetheart—"

"I said, it's nothing…!" Whumpee insisted. They slowly made their way upstairs, leaving Caretaker wondering alone.

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That night, Whumpee climbed on their bed along with the box. They took a deep breath before cutting open the box and pulled out the content inside. 

"Finally…!"

They beamed up, felt slightly relieved seeing the chains and the handcuff back after 2 months escaping from Whumper. These things give them comfort, no matter how weird that would sound to Caretaker.

Whumpee put the restraint on their body the same way Whumper would. They grazed lightly on their neck, missing the feeling of the collar around it. Maybe they should buy one too, at least they could choose the colour and design.

"Okay, ready to sleep…!"

Whumpee said as their hands neatly handcuffed with their body chained to the bed. They sighed softly as their lips curled up. They missed this feeling. 

"Whumpee…?"

Oh no, that's Caretaker. Knocking on their door. Should they pretend to be asleep? Would that make Caretaker give up and leave them alone? But, it's not nice to be lying to them like this…

"Yes…Caretaker?" 

Caretaker smiled hearing Whumpee's voice. "Can I enter your room?"

"Um…I don't know…!"

"...you don't know?"

Whumpee panicked. They couldn't even move right now and it would take time to undo all the restraint. Caretaker would be suspicious then.

"I…kind of naked, right now…" 

Whumpee laughed nervously. What a dumb reason. Caretaker must have seen right through them. Because who would be naked at a time like this?

"...Can you put on some clothes so we can talk for a moment?"

Ah, dammit. Whumpee sighed heavily. There's no way out of this. They waited for a moment before speaking again,

"Okay, I'm done."

Caretaker unlocked the door before gently pushing it open. Their eyes widen at the sight of Whumpee being chained up on the bed. Whumpee's face flushed red in embarrassment, how could they let anyone see them in this state?

"Oh, Whumpee…" Caretaker started, they were smirking as they sat at the edge of the bed. 

"I never knew you are into this?"

Whumpee's face turned even more red. "I-I'm not! Seriously!" They said, trying to convince Caretaker. They knew how ridiculous they looked like right now. 

Caretaker chuckled, pinching Whumpee's cheek lightly. "Then, what's with all these restraints, hm?" 

Whumpee looked down, fingers fidgeting with each other. "It just…feels more comfortable like this…you know? I just don't like that I could move freely when I sleep. I need something to hold me down…"

Caretaker's gaze softened, they stroked Whumpee's hair gently. 

"I-I know how messed up that sounds like! That Whumper still—"

"Shh…it's okay, Sweetheart. I understand, it's not your fault."

Whumpee's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's…not? You won't look down at me?"

Caretaker shook their head, they squeezed Whumpee's hands lightly. "I won't. It's not your fault that Whumper made you like this. In fact, I don't think you need these restraints at all."

Caretaker started undoing all the restraint on Whumpee's body. They put the chain and the handcuff back inside the box. Whumpee looked at them curiously.

But before they could ask, Caretaker pulled them into a tight hug. A very very tight hug that Whumpee couldn't even move even if they wanted to. Caretaker chuckled, "Is this tight enough for you? Would you go to sleep now?"

Whumpee smiled. They nodded as they returned the hug as tightly back to Caretaker. It feels so much more safer like this…

"I will go to sleep now…goodnight, Caretaker."

Caretaker smiled as they kissed the crown of Whumpee's head. 

"Goodnight, Whumpee."

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Absolute Obedience

"Whumpee, be my chair."

"Yes, master." Whumpee complied. They kneeled on all fours as Whumper sat on their back. "Is this comfortable, master?"

"Mhm."

…

"Master…?

"Shut your mouth. Chairs aren't supposed to talk."

"Yes, master."

…

"Whumpee, go make me a drink."

"Yes, master." Whumpee slowly made their way to the kitchen. They made an orange juice for Whumper, served them with a slight bow.

"Here, master."

"Good. Now kneel again."

"Yes, master." Whumpee kneeled again. They put on a smile when Whumper poured the orange juice right on their head. Whumper chuckled,

"You like that?"

"Yes, master. I like it."

 "Whumpee, light my cigarette." 

Whumpee nodded, they reached for Whumper's lighter on the table and flicked it on their cigarette. Whumper took a long drag before blowing off the smoke in the air. Whumpee just watched silently as Whumper continued smoking on the couch.

"Whumpee, be my ashtray."

"Yes, master."

Whumpee stuck out their tongue for Whumper, their eyes shut in pain as the burning sensation from the cigarette touched their soft muscle. "Does it feel good, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded, jaw hanging loosely. "Yes…master…"

Whumper grinned, they put the cigarette inside Whumpee's mouth as they looked down at them with malicious intent.

"Chew and swallow it."

Whumpee's breath came to a halt. They slowly complied as they chewed the cancer stick around their mouth. They almost spit the content out but Whumper placed a hand over their mouth, preventing them from doing so.

"Now, swallow it."

Whumpee consumed the cigarette down their throat. They coughed out as their eyes started tearing up. Whumper ruffled their hair in a mocking manner.

"That's your meal for today. Do you like it?"

"Y-yes, master…"

"Good…now spew it out."

"...w-what?"

Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheek, smiling innocently. "Spew it out. Do you think it's a good idea to eat a cigarette, you dumb fool?"

Whumpee swallowed hard. They put two fingers inside their mouth and placed them at the start of their throat. They pressed the spot a little before they started throwing up on the floor. Whumper watched in glee, their chin rested lazily on their knuckles as Whumpee's body twitched and trembled from the sensation.

Whumper laughed loudly. They stood up from the couch and pushed their foot down on Whumpee's head, their face made contact with the vomit. The smell filled up their nostrils, making their stomach felt queasy again.

"Who's your master?"

"Y-you…master…"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You…master…"

Whumper smiled giddly. They grabbed a fistful of Whumpee's hair and yanked it harshly upwards. Their eyes met each other as Whumper breath grazed lightly on Whumpee's skin.

"You are mine." They stated, searching for Whumpee's eyes for any sign of defiance. But they found none. Instead, Whumpee formed a genuine smile.

…

…

…

"I am yours, Master…"

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Blue

TW : noncon touch

"Mmm…"

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. Their head was pounding hard and the only thing that they could see was the television screen. They were laying on their stomach on the bed, along with Whumper who was hugging them tightly from behind. 

It was suffocating.

Whumper pushed a strand of hair behind Whumpee's ear as they watched the television together. Whumpee couldn't hear a thing though, they could only focus on their breathing.

In…and out…

In…and out…

In…and—

Whumpee gasped softly as Whumper tightened their grasp on them. Their legs were chained together under the blanket. The room was dark, Whumpee could only rely on the light from the television screen to see anything in the room. It was one drowsy night for them.

They got drugged by Whumper and couldn't do anything other than let out a few incoherent mumbles. Their body was too weak to resist any touch coming from their captor. Even when their hair was being tugged slightly for Whumper to braid. 

Whumper looked at their half-lidded gaze and chuckled. They love seeing Whumpee in this state. They looked so cute and vulnerable. Whumper couldn't get enough of Whumpee's soft skin and beautiful hair.

Whumpee yawned tiredly. They wanted to sleep, even just for a moment. They could feel their brain melting under the influence of the drug. But Whumper just wouldn't let them rest, right?

"Aww…sweetie, are you tired?" 

Whumper asked in a condescending tone. They continued stroking Whumpee's hair, a devilish smile forming on their lips. They turned off the televisyen, making the room turn pitch dark now.

Whumpee swallowed hard at the sudden lack of sounds and light. They could only hear the rustling sound coming from Whumper as they adjusted themself to get closer to Whumpee. 

I hate this, Whumpee thought. Get away from me.

They wished they could talk and scream and yell at Whumper for treating them like a rag doll. But the only thing that they could do was watch that monster do whatever they wanted to do to them. 

Whumper started unbuttoning Whumpee's shirt. The action alone made Whumpee murmured in desperate pleas. They struggled and squirmed under them.

"Shh…don't worry. I know you were bored watching the television."

Whumper said as they leaned closer to Whumpee's ear. "That's why I think we should have a little fun tonight."

Whumpee's eyes widened in fear. They struggled even more. "N…no…please…"

"It's okay, Whumpee. I'll make you feel good."

Whumper said as they ripped off Whumpee's shirt, leaving the poor creature started crying and whimpering. Whumper smirked at the sight. 

"You can't run away from me now."

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When the nightshift nurse entered the hospital room of the recently admitted John Doe, they expected to see them still lying on the bed, semiconscious at best.

Instead, the Whumpee was curled up in a shaking ball at the corner of the room, back to the wall and brows furrowed behind crudely bent elbows. They appeared to have been crying.

"Hey there," the caretaker started gently, softly approaching Whumpee. Still, Whumpee flinched at each fall of Caretaker's shoes on the pristine white and blue tiles of the ICU.

As they came closer, they noticed that the multitude of bandages, besides the casts, had been ripped off, and the poor thing had been bleeding where they had removed the IV drip. Caretaker sat down on the floor in front of the Whumpee.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to help you out. My name is Caregiver. I can see you're bleeding there. I have clean bandages. Or we can talk?" The room was silent save for some sniffles and whimpers. The caregiver needed to get what information they could from Whumpee.

"Wh-where am I? Where is Whumper?"

"We are in the hospital, off the main highway. The sixth exit. You are safe here. What's your name?"

"Whumpee..."

"Okay, Whumpee. How old are you?"

"26, I think. Or I was. I don't know how long... it was dark."

"I see. Do you mind if we move this conversation to the bed over there? This cold floor must be pretty uncomfortable." Once again Whumpee fell silent for a second, and looked at the bed like they were calculating something. The shook their head no, and made no effort to move.

"We can sit here for a few more minutes, but I am going to ask that we go over there at some point tonight, okay? I don't want you to get an infection."

"I...I can't. I'm not..." Whumpee gulped. Saying this to Whumper was one thing—they were used to that by now. Saying it out loud to a stranger brought a shameful blush to their face as humiliation snaked its way through their intestines. "I'm not worthy."

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Whumpril Prompt #17

Hallucination

TW: kidnapping, fever, restraints, possessiveness

“Mom, I think I’m sick. I don’t think I should go to school today.” Whumpees head pounded. Their throat was dry and their tongue felt swollen and heavy in their mouth.

“Mooom, please,” they whined. “I don’t think I can make it”. They tried to roll over in their bed but found themselves restricted for some reason. They pulled, and realized that it was at their wrists and ankles.

Slowly they gained consciousness, blinking blearily into the darkness. Their hands and feet were chained to the corners of the bed, spread eagle. The blanket was draped over them.

“Shhh honey, don’t worry. It’s just a little fever,” a voice said next to them.

“Mom?” Whumpee was confused. Why would mom chain them to the bed?

They tugged at the restraints. “Mom, wh -ugh-why am I -ugh- chained to the bed?” They kept pulling, chafing their skin.

“Don’t worry sweetie; it’s just a precaution to make sure you’re safe. We don’t want you scurrying away, now do we?” The voice was soothing, and calm. Why was whumpee afraid? It actually wasn’t too uncomfortable if they weren’t pulling. The mattress was soft and the pillow was cool, and they were so tired.

“Mkay mom… I don’t have to go to school though, right?” They mumbled.

“No dear, you’ll stay right here with me,” the voice responded. Whumpees breathing evened out as they quickly fell back asleep.

“You’ll be here with me forever.”

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Routine

It's late afternoon. Whumper wandered around the mall, grabbed this and that; filling their cart with groceries. Thinking about Whumpee at home too, and what they should cook for dinner. Truly a busy person. Whumper got in line to pay for their things. Scanning all the people inside the mall. Hm, not interesting enough for their liking. Maybe they should stop doing whatever they were doing before—

Oh. A Chinese girl, with her mom. Short hair, innocent face, and a loose…shirt. Her collarbone…she looks vulnerable. Her shoulders must look pretty too…

Okay, stop staring you creep! But maybe, just a little more. It wouldn't hurt.

Aww, she's helping her mother. How kind. The desire to pinch her cheeks…maybe to take care of her too. To make her as vulnerable as she can be. 

Put her in a dress where her shoulders and collarbone and thighs could be exposed. But just that, I'm not interested in other things. Maybe place her on my lap, patting her thighs and playing with her hair. Would she mind? 

Would I prefer her to be silent or giggle during that? It's between that. I want her to stay still like a doll, but at the same time I want her to be alive. Okay, since when have I had these  weird thoughts??

Ah, okay, she's leaving. Bye-bye sweetheart. 

Whumper placed their groceries on the counter. Waiting for the cashier to scan and tell them the price. They flashed a warm smile too, just to be friendly with people. And not just some cold blooded monster who torture someone everyday and night. 

Whumper walked out of the mall. They made their way to the bus station. It's not like they didn't have a car or something, they just wanted to observe people around them. They sat on the bench, waiting for the bus. There's a young man beside them. Whumper glanced at them before they froze. 

Probably in his 20s, brown hair, pointed nose. Short navy pants and a white shirt. And ah, his Adam's…apple. It looks enchanting. Unguarded…exposed…perfect to be licked. Or bite, so so hard until it crush. How would he scream then? What sounds would come out from that pretty mouth?

And the blood. It would slide down across his torso. Soaking his white shirt. What a sight to behold. And oh God, his veins. Spreading from his wrists to his elbows, like tree roots. If only I could—

Oh man, he's leaving! Not fair…

The bus arrived and Whumper waited for the others to get in first. They sat on the last row of the seats. Before the bus could start moving again, someone entered in a rush. Another young man, black hair, white skin. He was shirtless, sweat trickling down his skin. Probably back from the gym. There's no seats left in the bus so he just stood in the middle, fingers gripping hard on the bus holder.

Pretty. Why is he so pretty? The way he's panting. The freckles on his face…it's aching to be poked with a needle. His necklace, how it would be more beautiful with a large collar. And those pretty lips, begging to be kissed and bit. 

Whumper gripped the palm of their hands tightly. They needed to calm down. They have Whumpee at home. Gotta be loyal to them. 

Calm down, calm down, calm—

Did he just wink at me?! Okay, you've got this. Just smirk back at him. Act cool. 

Good. 

Maybe he noticed someone's staring at him. Ah, pretty face, let me stare at you longer. Let me imagine how nice it would feel to grab your hair and yank it harshly. Or how you would scream, the sounds of your pleadings, I want to relish it all.

I want to brand your soft skin, playing with your muscles, seeing them tense up at the mere touch of my hands.

The bus stopped and Whumper watched the young man get off the bus. They squealed silently inside when he waved them goodbye as the bus started moving again.

~

Whumper arrived at their house. Unlocking the door before they passed through the living room to the kitchen. They placed the groceries bag on the table before they got ready to cook for dinner.

"Shh…" Whumper said without looking up at the person who was tied up and gagged on the chair. His quiet whimpers filled up the room. Tears trickled down his face as he watched Whumper with a knife on their hand, cutting down the onions and vegetables.

If only he didn't wink at them.

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Knees

(tw: failed escape, forced to kneel, torture/punishment mention)

The carpet was soft between Whumpee's toes as they crept through the living room toward the door.

They were so close. So so close now. They wanted to sprint the last few steps to the door, but they had to be slow. Quiet. They couldn't ruin this now. Not when they were finally-

"Going somewhere?"

Whumpee whipped around, heart jumping into their throat as their eyes frantically scanned the room for the source of the voice.

Whumper was sitting quietly. Reading. So still Whumpee hadn't even seen them as they tip-toed through the room.

Now they stood, staring. Gaping.

A tremor began at their chin, then wound down their body. Fingers shaking. Legs trembling. All of them vibrating as Whumper sat still, eyes still glued to the page. Uncaring and distant.

A small part of them wanted to turn and run - to try to wrench open the door and fly into the night. But Whumper was only stagnant in this moment. They'd be on the ground before they got off the porch.

Whumpee could see the flashes of future across their vision. Stumbling over the doorframe. The hand on their back, shoving them down. Failing. Gasping. Flying through the cool night air for a moment before slamming onto the hard wooden floor.

Then the pain.

Oh, the pain.

Whumpee wrung their hands together to try to stop the shaking. Tears burned at the backs of their eyes.

They had to try to make this right. At least try to appease Whumper. They would already be punished. And now...all they could do was try to bring the level of pain down as much as they could.

They swallowed, throat sticking around the dryness. They wanted to gag around the sensation. Still, they tried for words.

"W...whumper I'm s-sor-"

"What was that?" Whumper cut them off, not looking up from their book - jaw resting lazily on their fist as they read. "Was that the sound of your knees hitting the ground?"

Whumpee stared for a beat.

Then two.

Then five.

Slowly, painfully, they lowered themself to the ground to try again.

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Ahh I love it!

Breathe now

"Oh, darling, hush now, it’s okay. Come on, relax. Breathe. Here, follow my lead." Whumper knelt down in front of the cornered, hyperventilating Whumpee and sought out their eyes. "Breathe in..." He slowly inhaled and held eye contact until Whumpee copied his movement. "And out, that's it."

Whumpee took shuddering breaths, but kept going along.

"In... out..." Whumper continued, voice soft.

And with each breath, Whumpee felt themself relax. Their heartbeat calmed and they could take deep breaths, filling their lungs with precious oxygen.

"In..."

Following the set rhythm, Whumpee automatically breathed out, preparing for the next breath, about to close their eyes as they finally calmed down.

But instead of the next crooning word, they heard a soft growl in Whumper's throat. He quickly covered with a sweet voice that fooled no one.

"Oh, love." Whumper sighed, shook his head and lowered his voice. The hand on Whumpee's shoulder slithered away and instead rested against their throat, keeping a soft pressure on their windpipe.

"Did I say 'out'?"

Whumpee's breath hitched in their lungs at the lethal tone. Their shallow breaths picked up again and their words stuttered along.

"No... no, I'm... I'm sorry, I--"

The hand on their throat tightened, just enough so Whumpee could still breathe in, but the lingering threat wrapped around their neck and still caught their words.

"Now, let's try again. In."

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[a-living-canvas]

Buttercup

"You sell…cookies?" 

Whumpee nodded. A genuine smile plastered on their face. Their arms carried a basket full of packages of cookies. Whumper pondered for a moment. They were not too fond of sweets, especially cookies. But, seeing the innocent look on Whumpee's face made their heart slightly tingly.

Whumper looked around the neighbourhood, making sure nobody saw their interaction before turning their attention back to Whumpee.

"Won't you come inside? We can discuss more about your sweet little cookies." Whumper's lips curled up slightly, eyes wandering all over Whumpee.

Whumpee hesitated, they suddenly felt uneasy by the request. "Um, I'm not really supposed to enter the customer's house." They explained, fingers gripping tightly on the basket holder. Whumper looked over at the packages inside the basket, noting not even half of the cookies had been sold yet. 

"How unfortunate, I might change my mind once we are inside. I might even buy all of your cookies, you know?"

Whumpee eyes widen in shock and excitement. Whumper chuckled at the sight, they were so desperate to get customers, huh?

"So, what do you say?" They raised an eyebrow at Whumpee. Whumpee thought for a few seconds before they nodded their head. Whumper grinned, they led Whumpee to the living room as they locked the door shut.

Whumpee sat on the couch. The basket on their hands now on the coffee table. They looked a little nervous, but it's okay, because Whumper liked the sight of their prey being nervous and scared. They took a seat across from Whumpee, waiting for them to talk.

Whumpee fidgeted with their fingers before explaining, "Um, so…I only sell two flavours here. Chocolate chip cookies with almond cream on it and Strawberry—"

"What is your name?" Whumper suddenly asked, interrupting Whumpee's train of thoughts. Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times.

"...what?"

"Your name, little one. What is it?" Whumper leaned back on the couch before crossing their legs. Whumpee felt intimidated by their cold gaze.

"My name is…Whumpee." 

Whumper hummed. "Are you sure you want to keep selling cookies for the rest of your life? It's not really worth it, you know?"

Whumpee got speechless for a moment at the sudden question. They have never been asked before, especially by their customers.

"I'm only helping my mom…" Whumpee said, not wanting to share any more information. Whumper watched them intently, they chuckled when Whumpee kept evading their gaze. 

"Aww, how kind. Helping your mommy, hm?" 

Whumper extended their hand to the basket, taking one of the packages inside. "Do you mind?" Whumper asked as they took one of the cookies and brought them to their lips. 

"Go ahead." Whumpee said. They watched as Whumper bit the cookie with their teeth while maintaining eye contact with them. Their eyes flickered for a second on Whumper's lips, as they licked off the crumbs so so slowly for Whumpee to watch.

"It's…delicious." Whumper commented, licking each of their fingers to clean it. Whumpee sighed in relief. 

"So, do you wanna buy it?" 

"Hm? Oh, no no no…the cookie is delicious, yes. But, that's not what I want." Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee shifted slightly in their seat, confused. "Then…what is it that you want?"

Whumper smiled at the question before they stood up and walked across the table to Whumpee. They leaned their body to them before whispering right into Whumpee's ear.

"You."

"...M-me?"

Whumper chuckled, "Yes, you. I want you, darling."

They wrapped their hands gently around Whumpee's as they looked straight into their eyes. Admiring those confused, vulnerable gaze. It was cute. 

"Would you let me…?" Whumper asked softly. Fingers trailing up until they reached Whumpee's neck, thumb brushing the side of their neck delicately. A smirk plastered on their face as they caught Whumpee's flushed face, what a delightful sight indeed.

"You are blushing, sweetheart…am I making you flustered?" 

Whumper asked. They chuckled softly as Whumpee remained silent. "I know how to make you blush even more." 

Whumper tightened their grasp around Whumpee's neck. Whumpee yelp at the sudden pressure, they grabbed Whumper's wrist as they were struggling to breathe. Their face turning to a darker shade of red, almost like the content inside their head were trying to burst through their skull.

"S…stop.." 

"Shh…just feel it, darling."

Whumper pushed their thumb against Whumpee's throat, resulting a gorgeous sound of pain escaping from their little friend. They leaned closer to Whumpee's ear, whispering with a malicious tone dripping on it,

"I bet you'll look so pretty tied up, with bruises and scars all over your body. I wonder what kind of sounds you will make when I carve your skin, when I make you mine…"

Whumper grinned sadistically at Whumpee's pitiful whimpers.

"Would you…like that?

Whumpee shook their head many times, tears streaming down their face from fear. "N-no! Please…please! Let me go!"

Whumper hummed, "Hmm…someone's eager to be mine." They said as they dragged Whumpee from their collar to the basement. Whumpee's thrashing and struggling in futile behind them.

"No! Please! Please!"

Whumper closed their eyes, smiling softly. "God, I love that sound."

They opened the door to the basement and threw Whumpee inside before they locked the door. Whumpee's crying and screaming were muffled as they were banging the door desperately. The basement was dark and cold, they couldn't even fathom how someone could live in here. 

Whumper made their way upstairs again before they sat on the couch. They beamed up at the sight of Whumpee's cookies in the basket. They took one of the packages, opened it, and put the cookie inside their mouth one by one in glee. Their evening was filled with the sweet cookies and adorable little sounds of Whumpee's misery from the basement.