#All Whumpees generated by chat GPT HAVE ONE BRAINCELLS AND I ADORE THEM ALL

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Whump AI Prompt #9

Content : Creepy/Intimate Whumper | Adoring Whumper | Drugging | Past Non-Con(Implied) |

"Fuck you! Don't you dare come any closer, your stench makes me sick! I never loved you!" Whumpee spat out venomous insults, hoping to repel Creepy/Intimate Whumper's twisted affection and provoke a response that could offer a chance to escape. But Whumper merely advanced, syringe in hand, their adoring smile unwavering. Trapped against the wall, hurling broken pieces of glass at their captor, Whumpee hesitated before resorting to name-drop Whumper's enemies.

"And those sick things you did to me? Newsflash! Caretaker and I indulged in that regularly! Except it felt good!" Still, the smile remained, undisturbed, as Whumper deftly dodged each projectile with unsettling calmness. "Yeah, THAT Caretaker--No--NONONO, STAY BACK!"

Closing in with swift precision, Whumper seized Whumpee's writhing form and forcefully injected the drug into their trembling veins. Whumpee panicked and huddled, shielding their face, convinced that the audacity of their words would be met with excruciating reprisal. "Please! I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I'm sorry—that was a lie—I'm sorry—I'm sorry..." Their voice trailed off, growing weaker with every desperate plea.

"I know," came the chilling reply. Whumper cradled the now trembling and lethargic Whumpee, carrying them to a luxurious sofa. Unexpectedly, their touch turned tender as they gently wiped away the tears from Whumpee's battered face and lovingly combed their disheveled hair. "But it doesn't matter anyway, what you and that feral animal did together." Whumper said as they checked the wounds on Whumpee's hand holding all those sharp shards.

Whumpee's face, now serene and unblemished, breathing shallow and slow breaths, brought elation to Whumper, who pressed their cheek into the bloodied palm in glee. "A masterpiece like this isn't so easily tarnished, Whumpee."