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Do I look like a mad scientist now?

You're lying on the floor now; your ribcage is slightly opened, and blood has dripped and stained your skin.

You flinched uncontrollably as she stuck her fingers inside your wound and breathed against it rapidly. She first made you sick, and she licked your wound like a wild animal. She used you for her animal thirst.

She leaned back and caressed your fading body. She drew hearts with your blood to make you look more alive, and then she kissed each of them.

She pulled away the hair that fell on her face with her palms and cleared her sight. She looked at you in the eyes and stared at you for a quick second.

Then she messed up her hair much more; the blood in her hands penetrated her hair and made them pile together.

She shook her hair as she giggled, then stroked a pose and said, "Do I look like a mad scientist now?". 

Her floral smell was blended with the smell of iron, and every hair shake made you remember the playground. You remembered your bleeding knees, the children's laughter, and the bittersweet smell of dandelions.

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I'm going to decorate my whumpee with a silly little hole that is drilled right there

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"Hi baby!! I know you get bored here from sitting all alone, so I bring my most entertaining pet as a gift." gushed whumper as they were dragging another whumpee.

Whumpee receded a little when they understood what happened to the other whumpee. Whumper looked at the whumpee's face with a questioning expression, as if they were waiting for the whumpee to say something, but the whumpee was speechless.

Whumper stuck out their fingers from the gap they caved in a couple months ago and petted the other whumpee's head to encourage them to speak. "Don't you want to talk to them? I know you have lots of things in common. You can start with your silliness when we first met!!".

Other whumpee looked directly into the eyes of the whumpee with blank, traumatized eyes. They show no sign of life except breathing; whumpee felt like other whumpee was looking through them. 

Whumper nodded for a short bit, like they'd just remembered something. "OOOOOOOH, RIGHT... Talking is extremely painful for them, so we made a deal to not say anything until I command them to do so. But I can speak for them! They've loved playing games from the start to understand who will outsmart the other first. They have said lots of bad words, disobeyed me a couple times, ruined my experiments intentionally,etc. They were slogged away to follow me because they were insistently scuffed and tugged at their leash. And I helped them by grabbing them more tightly, keeping them closer. Now look how happy they are for being a more coherent pet for me." whumper smiled while caressing other whumpee's hair. Then they straightened their face and said, "I hope you learned your lesson; otherwise, the next lesson will be given practically." 

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"You seem confused; let me break it down for you," the whumper raved while they were fixing the strap of the backpack. "After we throw you away, you get ten seconds to open up your parachute. The controller has twenty buttons on it, as you can see, and only one of them triggers the parachute. If you push more than-"

Whumpee interrupted the whumper with a terrified face and a trembling voice. "What about the others?"

Whumper grinned widely as their thumb were circulating through the buttons. "These are the surprises that I've prepared for you, baby. Just... Just hold the controller tightly; you don't want to drop it due to the shock. We're 10.000 feet above the ground; if you crush into it, you don't get a chance to appreciate the cold basement floor."

"I'm already scared out of my skin. I'm begging you, PLEASE I'll do anything you want me to do. Just take me again to the basement!" whumpee cried as they tugged whumper's sleeve. 

"Oh, you looked soooo brave when you refused me and spit in my face. I COULD forgive you if you show remorse, but all I see is a pitiful, frightened puppy." The whumper eyed the whumpee from head to foot. "But don't worry, I'll bring you to the basement. I mean, if you manage to survive."

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Use your tiny whumpee as a squishy stress toy!!!

 

Caution: Please don't squeeze too hard; you may crush their bones, smash their internal organs up, and pop their eyes out. 

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Give little presents to your whumpee☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Pick a whumpee who has the most beautiful smile and glamorous looking teeth, grab their jaw, examine their teeth with your fingers to find the perfect ones, smile viciously while making them look at the pincer you just grip, tell them to stay still or else you yank their tongue off of them too, pull their teeth out, process them to make a fine quality pearl necklace, wear the necklace to their elegant neck, ask them to smile for you while you caress their hair, and enjoy the scenery<3

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I don't believe in god, but I really like to picture the god as a non-human whumper.

Imagine yourself getting soooooo bored, so you decide to create your own dolls to play with. Design a universe for them, assign a whole set of rules to run this divine system, and deign consciousness and intellect to make them think that,despite the other creatures, they are unique and aware of themselves. Watch them while they are creating languages, building civilizations, trying to think philosophically with their little minds, troubling with their relationships, and feeling godly just because they understand how to derive the electric field formula by using differential charges, which is a pretty simple concept for you to create. Give them directions on how to live their lives, and if they don't obey you, tag after them to punish their disobedience. Every single act of torture that a human can imagine is a variation of how you play with your little toys, and there are countless agonising ones that are beyond their comparison to bring the rebels in line.

Sounds highly enjoyable, i would LOVE to be the god<3

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Blind whumper and the guide dog whumpee

When they first meet, the whumpee finds out that they are blind, so they stay very still, hold their breath, and hope that the whumper can't find them. But they are tied up, so they couldn't go too far, and thus whumper finds them anyway.

Whumper checks up on whumpee with their bare hands to comprehend whumpee's physical characteristics. They slide their fingers into cuts and press over wounds to understand how healed they are by analyzing the structure of them and the whumpee's reactions. But poor whumpee doesn't know how to handle being touched and gets frustrated every time the whumper interacts with them.

Whumper asks for whumpee's guidance to hurt them in specific places and dare the whumpee to mislead them. Who knows where the next cut will be if whumpee tries to trick them<3

Ohh nooooo, the medications were not labeled properly, and whumpee's conditions are getting worse day by day because of the false treatment :3

DEHUMANISATIONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!?! Put a muzzle and a leash on them, feed them dog food, and wash them in the backyard with a garden hose. Don't let them talk; they can bark to warn the whumper about the obstacles around them.

And finally, when the training is done and our doggy dog is faithful enough to go outside, they can lead the whumper in public on their four feet.

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Cannibal whumper realizes that they are not able to snatch the flesh away from the whumpee by biting them, so they decide to use meat tenderizer on the whumpee to make them more edible.

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Thinking about a first time Whumper x veteran Whumpee...

When they first meet:

"You don't seem nearly scared enough. This isn't your first time is it?" "You seem weirdly nervous. Is it yours?"

"Ugh! Out of everyone in the city I could kidnap I had to get stuck with someone else's leftovers!"

"You used to belong to so-and-so, didn't you? Ah! They're my idol! Oh! This is exciting. I get to study their masterpiece up close!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?!!!"

"Oh. You've never done this before." "Stop judging me. I have a knife."

"How is it you know exactly what I like?" "You torturers are all the same." "You've done this before??"

"I won't kill you, but I need you to cooperate. I am new to this, just so you know." "Yup. I'm going to die."

"Mmmm, I love how you move when you're in pain." "Thanks! I've been practicing for years."

"Who taught you to scream like this?"

Whumpee helping Whumper figure out the basics:

"Why are you on your knees?" "Oh sorry. Do you not like that? The last guy liked me that way. I just assumed…" "No, no. It's a good idea. Keep doing that. I just… never thought of it."

"So, what are the rules?" "Rules?" "Yeah, dumbass. Your rules for me. Do you want me to call you sir? Master? Or can I keep calling you jackass?"

"Do you want me to put up a fight or should we skip straight to the submissive stage?" "Oh... uhhh... don't fight too much. I don't trust myself not to accidentally kill you." "Oh, yeah. Good point."

"What kind of scream do you like?" "There are kinds of screams?" "Yeah. The last guy liked it when I ugly-cried. But I'm pretty good a bloodcurdling and whimpering like a kicked puppy. I can try to stay quiet but I can't make promises there..." "Hmmm... try all of them. I'll tell you which I like best."

"You cleaned??" "Yeah? Was I not supposed to?" "I didn't know you could make captives do that?!" "For the record, I didn't do it because I'm scared of you - your arm gets tired after giving me like three lashes. I did it because I'm going to be spending a lot of time bleeding on this table and I doubt it occurred to you to disinfect it."

Whumpee teaching Whumper how to whump:

"Show me what they used to do to you."

Whumper studying the scars on Whumpees body to learn the best places to cut/stab.

"Oh no! A knife? How original!" /s

"If you stab me right there you'll kill me. You have to go one inch to the right. Yeah, right there-AHHHHHH! …yup. Right there."

"I'll make you a deal. Let me have a solid eight hours of sleep and I'll show you where to pinch the nerve that will paralyze my left arm."

"You can't leave me tied up like this!" "I can do what I want!" "Yes. Okay. True. But like, you've either got to tie my knees to my chest or let my feet touch the ground. Otherwise I'm going to asphyxiate."

Whumper having an inferiority complex:

"I CAN DO ANYTHING THEY COULD DAMMIT!" (They = Whumpee's former Whumper)

"WHUMPEE! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!" *Whumpee trying not to laugh when Whumper fucks up something really basic.*

"You must think I'm so pathetic." "NOo! Of course not! You're doing amazing! Really you are! I'm so fucking scared of you right now. I promise."

"I'll never be as good as the person who hurt you before." "You'll get there! I promise. I was like his fifth victim - I'm your first. Be kind to yourself!"

"How the fuck did your former Whumper do it?" "Yeah... you're not getting that out of me..."

Whumper being paranoid that Whumpee is manipulating them. Even though they hold the power they feel like Whumpee has more control over the situation because they know more.

Also...

Whumpee knowing just how to manage Whumper. They instinctively know when to be a little defiant and when to do exactly as they are told. They know just the right tone of voice to speak in, and just how to move, scream, to keep Whumper as pleased as possible. The sooner Whumper is satisfied the sooner it will stop.

Whumpee pretending it hurts worse than it does, lying about which places/tortures hurt most, acting more sick or tired than they really are to get rest/food, acting more scared than they really are… It's not like Whumper could know better.

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Whumper who records the process while the experiment is occuring✨✨✨

Whumper is checking the equipment and medical devices after tying the whumpee down to the operation table. They gaze upon the camera, which is in the corner of the room, and start the voice recording. They plainly state the date, time, whumpee's number, which is determined by whumper when they are captured, and the experiment's subject. Then they inject muscle relaxants in order to hold the whumpee still.

Despite the medications they've taken, whumpee is in excruciating pain. They can't save themselves or even move; they merely cry and scream in pain. Whumper is unable to record their voice properly because of whumpee's wails, so they shush and calm whumpee down with comforting words, caressing their hair and holding their hand. Whumpee is barely fighting the urge to scream; all they can do is sob and whine while clutching whumper's hand tightly.

Whumper leaves whumpee immediately after finishing the experiment to examine the record while whumper is writhing. They notice whumpee's desperate but resigned gaze at them while watching the record. 

They thank whumpee for being a good lab rat while treating, headpating, and kissing them.

Whumpee watches whumper for a couple days studying the results of the experiment while they wait for whumper to finish their work on their knees. Whumper randomly asks questions about what they've felt in specific moments and makes them remember the pain they've felt, intentionally or unintentionally.

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Whumper brings a bowl of forbidden snacks, poises over whumpee while grinning and encourages whumpee to eat them???

Just imagine the whumpee struggling to eat mini bath bombs, soap, ceramic tiles, broken glasses, etc.

OOOOORRRR think about the melted glass oozing from the funnel that was placed whumpee's throat??

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Whumpee pees

Sniffing whumper: I can smell your fear :33

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Abandoned whumpee feels obligated to examine every single action that occurs around them because the only way to grasp whumper's requirements with a relatively healthy mindset was to track every output coming from whumper.

Whumpee carries a notebook with them to note the important things about their friends; they see their boss or teacher as their whumper which must be pleased,so they devise strategies to do so; they try to distinguish their speech pattern, eating habits, and frame of mind when they meet a person.

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Oooooorrr the whumper gives a diary to the whumpee and turn their entries into whump prompts☆ﾟ*･｡*･:≡

kind of a crack-esque idea i had a dream about at one point

whumper who is an active member of the whump community. but whatever they write always feels a bit too unrealistic for their tastes! google isn’t enough, so the next best option…..

get themselves a real-life whumpee!!!

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Whumper comprehends the qualities of every sharp object in their home because they press them against their various body parts whenever they handle them.

They know how much pressure at a particular angle may cut your skin, so they can scare the shit out of the whumpee without actually hurting them.

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Whumpee thought that they were so damn bright; they had escaped from the whumper by manipulating them. They arrived at their home with almost no serious injuries; there were just a couple bruises, cuts, and slight swelling around the cuts, that's all. They knew that the whumper knew their address and could get them if the whumpee did something wrong, so they decided to wait for a while before taking any action.

The next day, they woke up in excessive pain on their lower right leg; they felt nauseous and cold. They have barely managed to throw themselves into the hospital. They simply got infected from the cut; if they get their medication regularly, it will be over soon, the doctors said.

But it didn't; it got much worse. The redness turned black and spread to the surrounding tissues; the agonising pain grew day by day. They couldn't do anything but writhe and grumble in their bed. There was nobody around to help the whumpee, and they weren't able to cook, shower, or even reach their phone to get help.

Meanwhile, the whumper was in high spirits; they took care of their work and cleaned their basement. They put on their headphones and went for a walk to find a more proper whumpee while listening to their old whumpee's cry for help from the walkie-talkie they placed in the whumpee's room. They grin widely because they know whumpee is spending a quality time with the bacteria that eats their flesh alive.

Nobody knew what caused the cuts, where they got the bacteria that made them catch necrotizing fasciitis, or what they went through when they were terribly infected. On the whumper's side, there is no dead body to clean after and no evidence to reveal their malicious acts; just a pure soul suffers terribly because of their little pitiful brain, which thought they could outsmart the whumper. 

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What if the whumpee constantly sees nightmares, but instead of keeping their mind busy and trying not to sleep, they do things that make their mind and body disturbed because the only way to feel whumper presence is by seeing nightmares??

They don't eat enough, lay on the cold bathroom floor, hurt their body to feel pain while they're going to sleep, and hope for the whumper to visit them in their sleep.