b0nesandthebees

[b0nesandthebees]

whump 4

Content: suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, lab whump, mentioned escape attempt

Whumpee tried to escape four times before they gave up.

Each and every escape, Whumper would be waiting with a vicious smile to drag them back to that glass cell, where every action they made was studied and ripped apart. It wasn't long before the hopelessness set in, and not much longer before Whumpee began to dream of escaping permanently, through death.

They weren't allowed to eat by themselves anymore, not after they had tried to fashion the knife into something sharper and cut open their skin.

Now, a nurse had to hand feed them, and Whumpee knew it was a matter of time before they would shove a tube down their throat.

The room was dark, with Whumpee meant to be sleeping a while ago, but there they lied, staring up at the white ceiling. Their hands were tied to the bed, leaving them entirely motionless, but Whumpee needed to escape.

They exhaled harshly, letting all the air leave their lungs in one great swoop before holding them empty. The burn set in quickly, their brain telling them to breathe, sending warning signals that they were going to die, but Whumpee did not care.

The burn grew and grew and grew and Whumpee had to put more concentration into leaving their body devoid of air. Minutes passed like hours before their vision finally began to go dark.

They knew it would not work, for once unconsciousness claimed them their body would begin to breathe again. But maybe, just maybe, Whumper would not want a damaged toy. Maybe this could set Whumpee free.

The door slammed open, nurses rushing in and unbuckling Whumpee from the bed frantically. Something was fitted over their face and suddenly a great rushing of air which forced them to breathe again.

They bucked their head wildly, attempting to dislodge the cursed object but the nurses held on tight and it didn't budge an inch.

A tear rolled down their face, defeat tasted bitter despite their body crying in relief.

Whumper walked in, looking frazzled and barely wearing their lab coat. They looked at Whumpee with something akin to irritation and frustration.

"Why?" They asked, their voice somehow carrying over the beat of the monitors.

Whumpee did not answer. Whumper sighed, running a hand over their eyes before stepping forward.

"You will not die on my watch." They spoke quietly, certainly, and it rang through the room.

"You will die when I let you, no sooner." Another tear dripping down Whumpee's face, Whumper watched it fall before speaking again.

"I hope you enjoyed your privileges, because now you won't be able to do anything unless I allow you."

Whumper stepped back, motioning towards a nurse, "When they're stable, implement the feeding tube. They're a risk to themselves, now."

Inhale, exhale. The autonomy of breathing was stripped away from them and Whumpee had never felt so hopeless.

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[b0nesandthebees]

whump 3 <3

Content: implied drugging/brainwashing, intimate whumper, referenced defiant whumpee, implied vampire whumper, grief

The world whirled around in a kaleidoscope of colours and Whumpee felt a vague twang in their neck in its slumped position. The only fixed point, the only thing they could truly stand to look at, was Whumper themselves.

Even then, the smug grin that Whumpee knew Whumper was wearing was little more than a smudge on their face. Whumpee reached a hand to their own face. It felt like weights were attached to it.

Whumper's hand shot out, grabbing Whumpee's hand tightly in a grip, their nails digging into Whumpee's soft flesh. They forced it back onto the chair, tutting as if chastising a naughty child. Distantly, Whumpee felt shame rise up in them, alongside something they may call indignation.

Whumper's hand retreated, making its way to Whumpee's hair. It was untangled, as it oft was these days. Before, Whumpee had never truly bothered with their hair, but Whumper seemed to adore it, forcing them to be placid and calm so they could play with it like Whumpee was a doll.

Whumpee hated this feeling. They hated the powerlessness, but they wouldn't remember they hated it until later, when they woke up from this daze like it was a dream.

A hand caressing their hair, the mouth widening to reveal a row of sharpened canines that glimmered menacingly.

Once, Whumpee was little more than a meal, now they were an object to parade around.

"Aren't you beautiful like this?"

They remembered the fighting, those early days where they would scream and bite and scratch and punch until Whumper had to sedate them by brute force alone. They remembered the force of nature they had once been, and there was a pang of grief for the person they once were.

A soft thumb wiping away a tear Whumpee hadn't even known was there.

"Shh, don't cry. It's all better now, just go into the fog."

The fog was inside their mind. It coated their thoughts and their body and it felt like death. It felt like the death of Whumpee's soul.

[b0nesandthebees]

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

[b0nesandthebees]

whump 2

i liked the idea of a Whumper carrying through with their threats <3

Content: restraints, gags (barbed wire) , violence, defiant whumpee

"If you don't shut up, I'll make you." Whumper had threatened.

Whumpee had took no notice of it, continuing to spit vitriol at them with their face slowly turning red.

Whumper had remained silent for a few moments, long enough to make Whumpee trail off, before snapping. They rushed forwards, grabbing Whumpee by the extension of rope that wrapped around their hands, and yanked it.

Whumpee let out a cry as they stumbled forward, having no choice but to follow.

"I warned you. I fucking warned you! You're gonna regret ever speaking." Whumper muttered, loud enough for Whumpee to hear but clearly meaning it for themself only.

Whumper kept a tight hand on the rope as they rummaged through the box, the cursed toolbox that Whumpee was well acquainted with by now. They pulled out a long length of wire, which seemed innocuous until Whumpee's vision focused and they saw the barbs which lined it.

"What are you doing?" Whumpee demanded.

Whumper said nothing, turning to face Whumpee with a strangely victorious look. Whumpee tried to scramble backwards but the rope kept them in place.

Whumper grabbed their jaw, forcing it open, "If you bite me I'll rip all your teeth out." They threatened. Whumpee attempted to protest but all that came out were gutteral cries.

The barbed wire stabbed into Whumpee's flesh as Whumper forced it into their mouth, laying it to rest on top of their tongue. Every movement, even instinctual, caused those sharp knives to slice into them. Whumper smiled victoriously as they lined Whumpee's mouth with tape, keeping the wire secure in their mouth.

Even a hum, or a swallow, caused the wire to shift and stab. Whumpee's mouth was an open sore which was constantly aggravated. For the first time, Whumpee remained completely silent.

"There. Isn't that better?" Whumper asked, releasing the rope and ruffling Whumpee's hair, "None of those vile words now."

Whumpee glared up at Whumper.

"You don't deserve to speak. You'd do well to remember that. Next time I'll remove your tongue."

The worst thing was, Whumpee believed it.

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Whump 1

not my best work, but it was written in five minutes so I'm cutting myself some slack

Content: hypnosis, vampire whumper, failed escape attempt, intimate whumper

They shouldn't have ran, but what was Whumpee to do? Any sane person would attempt to escape after waking up in an unknown location, and Whumpee was no different. They knew Whumper was a vampire, knew that Whumper had no good intentions towards them, so they ran.

But Whumpee didn't know how powerful Whumper was, how in control they were. Whumper waited outside the door, wrestling Whumpee to the ground as soon as they stepped out. They held Whumpee tightly in their arms, whispering words of sweet poison into Whumpee's ear.

"Just relax, let your limbs go still. Let me do the thinking for you. Aren't you tired? Why don't you just relax." Whumper whispered over and over until Whumpee felt their limbs slowly going limp, no matter how much Whumpee tried to move them.

They were left on the floor as Whumper let go, standing up to dust off their clothes. Tears spilled lightly from their eyes, but they were helpless to do anything.

"There, isn't this better?" Whumper asked, towering over Whumpee's curled position on the floor.

Their limbs were heavily, weighed like bricks and carried away on the same cotton that shrouded their thoughts. Whumpee couldn't even remember why they had been crying in the first place.

Whumper softly caressed their cheek, bringing their arm underneath Whumpee and hauling them into their arms. They petted Whumpee's hair much like one would pet a dog, and despite the intrinsic humiliation in the act, Whumpee couldn't help but relax further.

"You're so nice and relaxed for me, now. None of those pesky thoughts of leaving, hmm?" The petting ceased, digging sharp nails into Whumpee's skull.

Whumpee whimpered, shaking their head both to dislodge the aching hands and agree with the statement. Then, Whumper's hand relaxed, returning to that repetitive motion. Whumpee found their eyes closing of their own volition, Whumpee's words of sweet honey and the touching of their hair easing them gently into the unconscious.

"That's right, darling. Go to sleep, let Whumper watch over you." Those words, those achingly powerful words that turned Whumpee's mind into putty were the final push into that sweet bliss called sleep.