#creepy intimate whumper

[whump-queen]

sabotage

a carewhumper who’s constantly engineering situations for whumpee to need them, to run to them crying, to fall to their knees, broken and shattered and so easy to convince that all they need is whumper.

- slashing their tire so they’ll have to call whumper for a ride

- paying dudes to go rob and beat them up so they’ll be bloody and broken and weak and whumper can happen to ‘stumble upon them’ since they were just in the neighborhood…

- sabotaging whumpee’s finances (stealing their rent checks, running up their credit cards) to get them kicked out of whatever meager housing they’ve managed to rent. make them destitute. desperate. and all whumper has to do is waltz in with open arms, maybe a warm coat, and an offer whumpee can’t afford to refuse.

whumpee just doesn’t know why these things keep happening to them. whumper doesn’t help of course; their every word implies it was all whumpee’s fault. that maybe if they weren’t so careless and reckless with these things, maybe they—

no, whumper should just take care of these things for whumpee from now on. that’s what’s best, since whumpee has clearly proven they aren’t responsible enough to manage money, or shopping, let alone a job or really any human responsibilities.

after all, whumpee’s just a broken thing, and only whumper can put them back together.

only whumper will let them break down. only whumper can make them safe. only whumper can hold them close, warm, and just let whumpee collapse into their arms and sob against their neck until they finally drift to sleep.

[veryspecificwhump]

Whumpee whose love language is touch. As in, they need to hug or be hugged pretty often just to stay sane. Whumpee who's so touch-starved and desperate that they crawl up to Whumper after being torture and cling to their leg, begging for a hug, to hold hands, something

I can see this going four ways, with one 'good ending'. First there are the smug options. Creepy Intimate Whumper who'ss smug because they know Whumpee won't fight them about crossing boundaries anymore. Whumpee's just too desperate. Regular Whumper who's smug because Whumpee just majorly overstepped,and now they have an excuse to punish them. (not that they need one, but it's nice to have evidence that Whumpee "deserves it") Who remarks every time there's a pause in Whumpee's screaming that they brought this on themselves. Then there are the shocked options. Whumper who's shocked and angry that Whumpee would ask for such a thing, and punishes them. (spur-of-the-moment as opposed to planned) Who is genuinely disgusted by Whumpee's whining and is willing to torture Whumpee into never doing that again. Finally, Whumper who is shocked, confused, and the slightest bit sympathetic. They hadn't realized how much Whumpee needed (benevolent) physical contact. Maybe they're whumping for a job and their heart isn't in it, maybe they don't really understand how much they're actually hurting Whumpee, but they're just the tiniest bit guilty and they hold Whumpee's hand. (While muttering about how high-maintenance Whumpee is, of course) Maybe they turn into a Caretaker, or a Carewhumper at the least.

[cyberwhumper]

The current CEO of Kalavinka Entertainment is an extraordinarily well-connected man hailing from generations of old money. Though his views are rather unorthodox compared to the previous CEO, the resulting profitability has led to a new age of prosperity for the conglomerate, vastly outshining the competition. With so many eyes constantly on him, it's no wonder Vandermeer has a certain image to uphold and standards to meet. Though he greatly enjoys the benefits afforded by the position, it's undeniable that they did come at a great personal cost to him and the biopets under his care.

[whumpsandbumps]

From your ask game:

🔮 - What's a favorite whump trope of yours?

💧 - What's your favorite type of whumpee?

🧠 - What's your favorite type of whumper?

🪩 - what's your favorite type of Caretaker?

🔮-100% Kidnaping whump, religious whump too.

💧- “Defiant whumpee! Honestly their so fun to write, especially when they’re really cocky and sassy (bonus points if they’re a veteran Whumpee who’s really sarcastic like: “Oh no! You’re gonna tie me up?! In your basement?! How original!”

🧠- Creepy Intimate whumper, honestly sometimes writing them is so ughh like it send chills doen my spine. Though sometimes its fun to write a whumper who gives sass back to Whumpee if they’re defiant and cocky!

🪩- My favourite Caretaker is definitely one who will get Whumpee stable when recovering and then go hunt down Whumper and either beat the shit out of them or kill them! (At the moment with my own OC whump I have multiple Caretakers, one is Whumpee’s sibling and the other is Whumpees partner)

-Jay <3

[justsomewhumpee]

Lesser Evil #1: Could I Come In?

Hello friends! Here is the intro chapter to my first endeavor into writing a series entitled: Lesser Evil! Hope you guys like this setup chapter, there will definitely be more chapters to come (along with character concepts). I hope to improve my writing throughout this series, so please bear with me as I figure it out! Enjoy!

Content: Voluntary whumpee, pet whump (kinda), scientist whumper, shock collar, mention of whump (no actual whump yet bc intro)

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Dr. Holden Taylor was truly not a very good person. He had hurt so many, and he was feared by an even greater number. A scientist by trade, Dr. Taylor often tormented and even experimented on others just for his own entertainment. Restraints, sensory deprivation, sleep deprivation, electrocution.. Just a mere mention of these words could bring a deranged sparkle to the doctor's eyes. He lived alone in a remote area- less attention that way for when he decided to bring home a... Guest. But Dr. Taylor was a gruff and stoic man that didn't get along with many. Due to this, he usually never got any visitors at all. That's why his blood ran cold at the sound of a timid knock at his front door. 

He stood up from his desk, adjusting the soft bathrobe he wore around the house when he worked from home.

"Hold on- coming." He shouted. The heavy oak front door opened with a loud creak. Holden paused, staring at his visitor in confusion. There was the smaller figure of a person he didn't recognize standing in front of him.

"Um, h-hi! I'm looking for Dr. Taylor...? I-is this his residence?" Their slightly shaking voice stumbled over their words, obviously nervous. 

"Yes, I am Dr. Taylor. Can I help you with something?" He stared down at the figure, one eyebrow raised questioningly. The person in front of him shuffled back and forth on their feet, shifting their weight nervously as they pushed their messy, dark hair out of their face.

"O-oh! I um, hi! Um.. phew this is a lot harder than when I practiced" they inhaled shakily, "S-Sorry- my name is Rhys. Rhys Jenkins. I uh, I kind of heard.. about you, and I uh.. I wanted to... I mean, if you are okay with it-" 

Holden sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, becoming irritated with the nervous wreck of a person in front of him. "I'm in the middle of something if you don't mind. Come back when you know what you want." He said gruffly. He began to close the door on them, but it stopped abruptly when they shoved their foot in the way.

"Wait!" They finally piped up. Holden stared down at them, incredulous that they would dare do something so stupid. He scowled, already becoming angry.

"Do you have any idea who-" Holden began before being interrupted again.

"I-I'm sorry. Can I... Could I come in..? I uh..." They trailed off, fishing something out of their pocket. "I brought my... Own... But if you want to use a different one..."

Holden sighed again, pulling his silver-rimmed eyeglasses off of the top of his head and putting them back on to better see what they had pulled out of their pocket. His eyes widened in dumbfounded surprise, darting from Rhys's face to the object. The stranger notices this and also looks down at their hands.

"I- It's not the fanciest collar but... It is electric! I mean I uh...." They held the shock collar out in both trembling hands, holding it up so Holden could see it better.

It takes several moments before Holden can pry his eyes away from the collar to look at his visitor, face still betraying how utterly surprised he is. After a few more seconds, Holden regains his composure somewhat and runs his hand through his neatly-cropped hair.

"You... You'd like to come inside?" The doctor managed to choke out in a hoarse voice. Rhys nodded eagerly. A little too eagerly. Holden slowly swings the door open, gesturing for them to come inside. He stares down at them over the rim of his glasses as they pass by into the house.

Holden pokes his head out of the doorway and looks around for a moment to make sure no one else was with them. Satisfied, he pulls the door shut and heads inside behind his new guest. His night just got very, very interesting...

Holden gestured to the small, dark wooden dining table in the kitchen. "Have a seat." Rhys does so immediately, sitting down in the chair across from him.

"So, your name is Rhys?" The doctor asks ask he steeples his hands in front of him on the dining room table.

They nod, eyes staring back at him intently like they want to say something. Holden tilts his head slightly as he notices this.

"Yes..?" Holden asks, impatiently.

Rhys raised their eyebrows questioningly, remaining silent. Holden furrowed his brow, frustrated again.

"Speak." He says gruffly. 

This seemed to be the invitation they were waiting for. "T-thank you! My name is Rhys but... I'll respond to whatever you'd like to call me!" They sputter out quickly, stumbling over their words.

The doctor chuckled a bit at this, before leaning back and crossing his thick forearms over his chest as a smirk built on his face.

"How remarkable.." he said in a low voice. 

Holden gets up from the table, walking around to stand behind Rhys who remains still. Slowly, Holden picked up the shock collar from the table, inspecting it as he turned it over in his hands.

"Hmmm.. very good choice of collar. Strong electronics inside, and a locking mechanism as well." He moves to stand directly behind them, his tall form towering over them as they sit in the chair. He takes the collar and puts it around Rhys's neck from behind, securing it snugly and locking it shut. He leaned down, putting his mouth next to their ear.

"There we go..." He said in a low whisper, "Wouldn't want my new pet getting lost, now would we?" 

A small, trembling grin spread across Rhys's face at this, as they remained facing forward with their hands folded in their lap. Suddenly, Holden grabs their chin, and tilts their head up to look at him.

"Hmmm... You're a little crazy, aren't you?" Rhys stared back at him with wide eyes, seemingly unfazed as his large hand moved to stroke their cheek.

Was that excitement on their face? 

Once again Holden leaned in close, his hands gripping both arms of the chair they were sitting in. He gives a low, satisfied sigh before growling in a low voice,

"I really like that. Welcome home, my pet."

-

Thanks for reading! Like I said, more is coming soon- and let me know if anyone would like a tag when the next part comes out!

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

[whump-mania]

More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

Tag me if you end up using any!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper, ripping off the last page of their calendar and tossing it to Whumpee's feet: That's another year, darling. And not a single person has found you. Give up, because your friends already did.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Creepy/intimate whumper, bruises/injuries, manipulation.

"Why do you hate me?" Whumpee sobbed into Whumper's chest. "What did I ever do to you?"

Whumper held them closer, allowing their tears to soak their shirt as the two cuddled against the headboard of the bed. They could feel where each of their captive's bruises were from the tensing of their muscles whenever they touched a certain spot on their body.

"Oh, honey. What on earth makes you think I hate you?" they whispered. "I don't do this to just anyone, you know. You get it because you're special."

[whumpitisthen]

"Oh, you are so little. I could hold you in place with only one hand. Such a slender throat... I reckon you fit perfectly in my palm. You will behave, won't you? I am going to mark you. I want to see my fingers bruised into that lovely flesh. I want to feel you writhe and squirm under me. I want to watch you flinch away from my touch, and then I want to punish you for it. Then I want to listen to you cry, until you give up all of your tears for me.

Doesn't that sound nice? To be made mine this way? To scar you so deep you cannot help but fall apart? To belong to me so completely?

No? Well, I think it sounds wonderful. We will have to keep doing it over and over again. Bruises are not permanent, after all. Not unless I scar you instead. Would you rather I burn a ring into you? Melt a metal shackle around your neck? You only have to go through that once.

Haha. I thought so. Come here then. Let's see how easily you will bruise for me."

[jordanstrophe]

Whumper keeps trying to touch and hold their delightful new captive, but whumpee fights and yanks away. So whumper tries punishing them if they so much as shy their neck away.

Whumpee now associates friendly touch with brutal pain, magnifying whumpee's reaction even worse.

-Whoopsies. 

[a-living-canvas]

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…"

[redd956]

Characters Holding Each Other In Whump

This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.

I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.

I need more of

Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.

Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.

A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.

When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.

Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?

Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.

Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.

Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?

Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.

[whumpsandbumps]

GUYS IM BACK IN SORRY IVE GOT EXAMS AT SCHOOL RN BUT ILL TRY GET SOME WHUMP IN SOON!!!

Also I’m gonna make a personal tag so i can ramble :3

[justsomewhumpee]

Lesser Evil #2: Sweet Dreams

Hey folks! Sorry for the long pause between updates, but here is the second chapter of my fic- Lesser Evil! I hope you guys like it, and as always let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

Content: Pet whump (kinda), scientist whumper, shock collar, whump, blood

Dr. Taylor released his grip on Rhys’s throat, pausing for a moment as he loomed over them before walking across the dining room into the kitchen. Rhys sat in their chair, still facing forward, resisting the urge to turn their head to watch the doctor as he searched for something in the kitchen cabinets. 

They stared down at the heavy wooden table, vision beginning to unfocus as they trailed their eyes along the pattern of the wood grain. Their focus snapped back to the present as they heard Holden’s footsteps returning to the room.

“So, I must ask you something.” Holden said in a low voice, as he set a mug of coffee in front of his guest.

“I don’t get visitors often. Especially not for the reason you’ve come to visit me today.” Holden sat down across from them again as his eyes scanned them up and down. “Why are you here? How did you even come to find out about me?”

Rhys’s eyes flickered up to meet Holden’s gaze. They swallowed nervously. 

“Speak, little one.” Holden demanded before lifting his own mug to take a drink of the steaming coffee.

“I uh- I’ve just always been very interested in your work, and I um… Wanted to uh-” Rhys trailed off awkwardly.

“Use your words, pet. I’d very much like to know, as I don't normally appreciate unexpected guests.” Holden stated sternly.

“I guess I’m just… Hesitant to say exactly why.. I’m sorry, I hope you understand.” Rhys glanced at Holden’s face, trying in vain to read his stoic expression.

“Hm.” Holden grunted before taking another sip of his drink, “Well, I hope that you understand that when I ask you a question, that it's not a suggestion or plea for you to tell me what I need to know. It's an order.”

Holden set his mug down and stood from the table, chair screeching as it slid back across the floor. Rhys kept their eyes trained downwards onto their tightly clasped hands in their lap, knuckles beginning to turn white.

Holden walked slowly around to their side of the table, each step echoing in the large room. He stood behind them, firmly gripping their shoulders as he leaned down closer to their face. 

“Well?” The doctor whispered. “The anticipation is killing me. Speak.”

Rhys’s pulse quickened as they realized that Holden was not going to let up on this topic. Not unless they could figure out a good distraction, and fast.

Holden loomed over them, waiting for a response. Slowly, Rhys met his gaze hesitantly.

“I won’t tell you. I won’t.. I- I can’t.” Rhys finally squeaked out in a small voice.

Dr. Taylor’s lips betrayed a small grin beginning to spread across his face. He released his grip on their shoulders, and knelt down, sitting on his haunches to be eye level with Rhys as they sat in their chair.

“Hmm. Day one and you’re already being quite difficult, aren't you?” Holden’s eyes narrowed as he leaned towards his guest before continuing.

“Well, you did say that you’ve been quite interested in my research, hm?” Holden glared at them as they nodded eagerly, hoping for a change of topic.

Rhys’s eyes widened in fear at this offer, and they leaned away from their gracious host. Holden took notice of this, the sly grin on his face becoming obvious.

“Good, that’s good to hear. You know-” Holden paused for a moment, gauging Rhys’s reaction.

“I’m always looking for new test subjects..” Holden stated as he peered up at them over the metal rim of his glasses.

“Oh? Is that not what you wanted when you came to see me? I’m afraid it's much too late to change your mind on this matter, pet.” Holden cooed with mock sympathy.

Rhys felt their hands tremble in spite of them as a wave of cold panic washed over their body in an instant. 

No. Please. Not more experiments. 

Their eyes darted around the room, looking for an out. Their body had just chosen flight over fight. In a panicked daze, Rhys abruptly pushed the chair back as they stood, scrambling away from the doctor and knocking over the untouched mug that was set in front of them, shattering it all over the tile floor. 

Rhys is backed into the kitchen, glancing around like a trapped animal desperate to escape.

Holden stood again, facing them as he knowingly blocks their only exit.  

“Well now. Looks like you’ve made quite a mess, my pet.” Holden discreetly took something out of his pocket before pulling off the bathrobe he had been wearing, now covered in spilled coffee. He pushed up the sleeves to his collared shirt underneath.

Rhys is pressed against the kitchen counter as they began to hyperventilate, not able to register anything he said due to the panic clouding their mind.

“It won’t be so bad,” Holden continued, “We can start slowly, perhaps with some behavioral reprogramming- seeing now that you evidently require that. But of course, if you continue to misbehave… I may have to look back into my notes about the intricacies of mind and personality erasure.”

This snapped Rhys out of their daze instantly. Without thinking, they ran towards the doctor taking the last chance they thought they had. They launched themselves over the dining room table, trying desperately to flee past Holden to freedom.

However, in seconds, their efforts were quelled as the doctor roughly grabbed them from behind in a bear hug, pinning them against his body. He used his forearm to put Rhys into a chokehold as his other arm is still wrapped around their torso.

“You’re being extremely difficult this morning, hm?” Holden hissed through gritted teeth as they struggled in his grip.

 “I would calm down if I were you. I’m not opposed to sedating you now-” He’s cut off before he can finish as Rhys suddenly throws their head backwards towards his face, the top of their head making solid contact with his nose with a sick cracking sound.

Holden doubled over in pain emitting a strangled groan, as his neatly pressed shirt collected the stream of blood now pouring from his nose. He looked up through the now shattered lenses of his glasses as Rhys made a final attempt to flee towards the door.

Rhys sprinted forward towards the door, arm already outstretched towards the doorknob- towards freedom. Before they were able to make contact however, daggers of pain suddenly lanced through them and they screamed as they collapsed to the ground.

The pain faded away as suddenly as it came, they looked to the doctor and suddenly realized what had just happened. 

Holden stood in the entrance of the dining room, still doubled over with a small puddle of his own blood at his feet. He straightened slowly, the back of his hand crudely wiping away the crimson stream still flowing from his nose. His other hand was outstretched, holding the remote to the shock collar Rhys had so kindly supplied him, thumb hovering over the shock button.

Rhys’s eyes widened as tears began to well in their eyes. 

Fuck. I’m such an idiot. They thought as they began to scuttle backwards across the floor..

“No, no please! I’ll behave- I promise, I can-” Rhys’s pleas were halted by their own strangled scream as another volt of electricity coursed through them. They writhed on the ground, pathetically clawing at the collar clasped around their neck.

Holden simply stepped over the puddle of blood towards Rhys as he held the button down continuously. He wiped the blood from his nose again, before spitting some of it to the side in preparation to speak.

“Oh, you will behave, I can guarantee that.” He growled with his finger still holding down the button as they writhed in pain at his feet. 

After several agonizing seconds, he released the button and Rhys gasps for air, chest heaving. They lie on the floor curled into the fetal position, trembling as Holden’s towering form stands over them. 

“For now however…” Holden began as he pulled his glasses off, taking a moment to consider the shattered and blood-smeared lenses before putting them atop his head.

“I think you’d benefit from some time to rest before we begin our work. A nice, deep sleep can do wonders.” He said casually to their still-shuddering form.

Rhys’s breath hitched again as they trembled. “P-please.. Please don’t sedate me. I’ll be good.. I’ll be good, please-” They stopped talking immediately, taken aback as they heard the doctor begin laughing.

Holden shook his head as his laughter subsided, kneeling down on his haunches again to be at their level. 

“That’s a good one, pet. I won’t be wasting any expensive sedatives on you at this time.” He paused to consider their tear-stained face before continuing. 

“Especially not after finding out that your little gift here works so well..” Holden’s gaze was fixed on their face as their eyes darted to the remote still in his hand. A wicked grin started to spread on the doctor’s face once more.

“No, no, no, no! Please!” Rhys gasped for breath, hyperventilating as they pleaded.

Holden stood again, towering over them before flashing a cruel smile.

“Sweet dreams, little one..” Holden whispered in a sickly-sweet voice before pressing the button on the remote again, holding it down.

Rhys shrieked once more, thrashing on the ground as white-hot agony takes over their body. They gasped for air, and attempted to plead for mercy- only managing to emit a strangled “please-” every now and again.

After a few moments of Holden standing over their form in indifference, Rhys gets the mercy they need, but only after losing consciousness from the pain. He held the button down for a few more seconds after they passed out for good measure before finally releasing it.

He watched their crumpled body as their muscles still twitch involuntarily, ragged wheezing breaths now the only sound in the room.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk..” Holden shook his head as put the remote back in his pocket before stooping down, and scooping up his small guest in his arms. 

The motion caused Rhys to stir slightly, and they emitted a pained groan as they’re picked up to be carried.

“Now, now.. Isn't this better? It's always better when you just listen to me, little one.” Holden said out loud to no one in particular.

Holden rights himself, Rhys in his arms with their head slumped against his shoulder.

“Come now, let’s put you to bed. We have important work to begin soon.” The doctor muttered to himself as he carried Rhys deeper into the house.

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[whump-queen]

I’m completely obsessed with like, whumpee forced to stand at attention, forced to hold a position for inspection. whumper grabbing their face, tilting their chin, trailing fingers down their torso, circling them slowly, growling in their ear—