#interrogation whump

[jordanstrophe]

Every day, Whumpee is brought to a room with a bolted chair, a tray of tools, and a mirror.

They're tortured to a brutal degree. Whumpee screams, sobbing through the pain, “Why!? Why are you doing th-this? Just tell me what you w-want!”

Their captors never speak; whumpee's never even heard their voices. Sometimes, they grab their face and force them to look into the mirror bleeding, shaking, barely conscious.

Then the moment ends, and it starts all over again.

On the other side of the glass sits Caretaker, watching while unharmed and being questioned.

Every time they don’t have an answer, whumpee takes the hit.

[defire]

"Defiant" whumpee that is actually just autistic

Content: Interrogation, Ablism, slapping, threats

"Whumpee? I asked you a question." whumpee stares for 5 seconds, then makes an astute, insulting observation.

"You know, I could've made that written statement I offered an hour ago in half the time, and it would have been much more coherent. I don't think you're very good at strategy, are you?"

Whumper threatening them with their sword but swords are whumpee's special interest so they're just like "that's not how you hold a greatsword, can I please show you, this is physically hurting me"

"Who are you working for?" "Actually my work itself is more interesting, you see in my mind I actually work for the ocean itself. In marine biology, we like to say--" Gets cut off by a slap.

Whumpee blinking and looking at the ground as they try to figure out what they said wrong this time

"Huh? Is that what you're saying, whumpee?" Whumpee just suddenly blanking out and when they're shoved threateningly, they try anyway and it comes out like "uum butcha won't in the seance that--that--that"

whumpee not understanding what is being threatened and too afraid to ask

[whump-me]

"Please. I've told you everything I know." The prisoner tried to twist away from the interrogator's grip. "I swear, there's nothing else--please…"

"Good," the interrogator purred, tightening his grip on the prisoner's chin. "Now that I don't need to worry about damaging you too badly to talk, I can have some real fun with you."

[whumpy-bi]

But just…I feel very strongly about a Whumpee being tortured for information they just don’t have. Whumper is certain they know, they are totally convinced Whumpee is lying through their teeth.

Whumpee wants to scream if they hear that goddamn question one more time—but they have no choice, Whumper will keep asking until Whumpee cracks.

But they’ve cracked a long time ago, they just don’t know.

Whumper tells them over and over—“If you’re honest, we can stop. You can lay down, I’ll even get you a drink. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

But Whumpee just wails and begs them to stop, even as Whumper asks again. They just don’t know.

[whumpberry-cookie]

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(Cw: military whump, interrogation)

(Wr:) "You have no idea how happy I am you are here"

The Leader didn't respond and sat still.

(Wr:) "I was looking forward to you paying a visit. You'll be staying quite a while. I believe long enough for you to learn..." he grabs his face hard "...not to look at me like this"

Leader yanked his head free.

(L:) "You fell in rank after you left and betrayed me as my equal. Now, I don't need to respect a mere guard who tries to boost one's ego"

The Whumper did not like that answer. It took multiple punches in the jaw for the Leader to be unable to choke down the grunts of pain anymore. Blood dripped down from his lips. His shoulders started to tremble slightly.

(Wr:) "Go on. Cry for me to stop. Your teammates are waiting to hear it"

(L:) "Believe me. They don't give a fuck if I do or not. Your reputation is fragile. Mine isn't."

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[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper 

After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.” 

“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.” 

Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway. 

Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right. 

“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.” 

A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.  

“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.” 

Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.” 

A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.” 

Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep. 

The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.” 

Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything. 

“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken. 

[dresden-syndrome]

EESU State Security interrogation tools: barbed wires.

Aside from keeping State Security areas safe and escape-proof, barbed wires can be used at interrogations in a variety of ways. A wire can induce pressure on the skin, causing immense pain and discomfort, and break it if scratched or pressed hard enough, thus increasing the likelihood of confession.

Common techniques include:

- Barbed wire restraint: used with or in place of regular restraints, it puts pressure on the skin to the point of tearing it, especially during movement. For better effect combine with physical contact or threats; put the detainee in a position where they are more likely to move or struggle.

- Barbed wire whip: use a whip with several parbed wire pieces on the end. The whip can be as well demonstrated as a threat if the detainee is found affected by it.

- Barbed wire bat: same as the above.

- A detainee can be forced to lay down on barbed wires then walked of stamped on. It is recommended to tie them down beforehand to avoid needless resistance.

- A wire can be heated or cooled for extra discomfort.

Barbed wire use is very likely to leave body marks, some of which can last even after the detention ends. Wires are thoroughly disinfected before use unless the possibility of infection is intentionally permitted (for non-predesignated class IV offenders only) yet the wounds can get infected afterwards.

Applied to class III-IV offenders.

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[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee being tortured but trying their best to stay quiet and not express their pain because the whumpers are forcing whumpee's partner to give up important information or watch their love suffer

(whumpee's partner crying and saying sorry over and over again to them because they can't get them out of this situation)

ooh! good one!

[hy-whump-hei]

BLOW TO THE HEAD: Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

CW: Interrogation, head wounds, slurred words, concussions

Whumper loves to use their most reliable interrogation method on a particularly stubborn Whumpee. Everytime Whumpee gives them a "wrong" answer to their question, they slam their head down into the cold interrogation table. How many questions can Whumpee get through before they start seeing stars?

"Whumpee, for the love of god, do not try and bullshit me with that "I'm fine" business again!" "But... 've gotta..." "You literally can't even form a proper sentence!"

A concussed Whumpee that is forced to stay awake for their own good by Caretaker. Their ears are ringing and their hair feels sticky with blood and Caretaker keeps asking them confusing questions that they just can't focus on and all they want to do is go to sleep.

How did Whumpee get a concussion in the first place? Were they pistol-whipped? Were they hit with the hilt of a sword? Were they given a drug that caused symptoms of a concussion? Were they given a knockout punch to the jaw?

see y'all tomorrow for day 11!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[whump-in-the-closet]

What about some sweet drug induced hallucinations :0

content: interrogation, noncon drug, hallucinations, needle

"I'm not telling you a thing!" spat Whumpee, twisting against their restraints.

Whumper laughed. "I'd hardly expect you to say otherwise." They turned to fidget with something just out of Whumpee's view, something metallic, something that clicked and clattered along the table.

There was a sudden, sharp smell of ammonia and harsh chemicals.

"They all say that, to start with." Whumper faced their captive with a hypodermic needle in their blue-gloved hand. "And then they meet my friend." They squirted a small amount of clear liquid into the air, and then nodded, satisfied.

Whumpee forced a laugh of their own. "You think that scares me? A big needle? What am I, five?"

Whumper smiled, teeth razor sharp in the glinting light. It didn't reach their eyes. They stepped closer, "Don't fight it. It'll hurt less this way."

Whumpee fought it. They thrashed and kicked but Whumper merely stepped to the side. Grabbing a fistful of hair, they shoved Whumpee's neck upwards, baring it to the needle.

Whumper wiped a patch of skin clean with an antiinfectant, the cloth stinging cold.

Whumpee snarled. "You'll need more than a needle to get me to break, smartass."

Hot air brushed against Whumpee's ear as Whumper whispered, "I don't need you to break--" the needle pinched the side of Whumpee's throat, ice-cold and biting, "I need you to wish you had."

They let go of Whumpee and stepped away.

The drug hit them like a weight dropped on their chest. The pain was immediate, jagged, gnawing at their inside. Whumpee stifled a cry and slumped against their restraints. Within a few seconds, their limbs stopped listening to them and their head throbbed--pounding to a strain of music they only half-recognized, a song they should know but couldn't place.

It took all of their strength, all of their training to look up. The corners of their vision blurred, twisting into spirals that distorted depth, light, and-- and everything.

Everything.

Whumper stood in the shadows, laughing. Their face--no, their entire head-- shifted. It bloomed into the face of a deer-- a deer with bright, brilliant eyes, its stare too blank, too wide. Its horns spiraled up, up, up into razor-points, syringe-points-- dangerous--horrible.

Whumpee whimpered, drawing back.

Something rose out of the shadows with teeth and burning skin.

-- help me--

Whumper towered over them, the smell of rot overwhelming, singing Whumpee's nostrils.

Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee's hair, laughing with a voice that sounded like wind in the dead trees. "You're not going anywhere."

Something snapped, a knot unraveling in a thousand different directions-- it felt so real, so so real.

More voices. More voices joined the first, whispers curling into the chaos of the drug, pulling at the edges of their sanity.

Help--

[defire]

That desperation in the swallowed-back sob as the victim reasserts, "I'm not gonna say anything. I'm not gonna. I'm not. I'm not!"

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 4F

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[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee and caregiver are being interrogated and whumpee is being tortured. they know that caregivers secrets are more important to keep than they are, so it's a question of how long whumpee can last.

ooh!

[whump-in-the-closet]

Hear me out, a whumpee pretending to be scared of something so they won’t break during interrogation or something like that and then whumper finds out

OH ANON YES. BRILLIANT.

~ an arrogant whumpee who’s willing to sacrifice their self-respect in order to survive~

a whumpee who’s been tortured before and takes it as best they can. They clench their jaw and clean their wounds. They pop their dislocated limbs back into their sockets and can sleep in any position. They don’t talk back, not out of compliance but disgust. Whumper isn’t worth their breath.

but this Whumper is relentless. Every day is hell, filled with different kinds of pain. Their questions are drilled into Whumpee’s head like a mantra, repeated over and over. They know, somehow, Whumpee isn’t broken. And it infuriates them, like an itch just under their skin.

Whumpee starts to grow tired and decide it’s time to start playing by Whumper’s rules.

When Whumper snaps an electric collar around Whumpee’s throat, it’s easy to scream their voice is hoarse. They don’t have to force the tears into their eyes.

Whumpee allows their voice to quiver. They know how to duck their head in the perfect image of terror. “P-lease. Please n-not again.”

What Whumper doesn’t know is that the hitches in Whumpees voice are from hidden laughter.

Whumper is triumphant, gloating. They’ve finally broken the stoic. They press the remote with glee and watch Whumpee strain against their chains.

“Finally, you know your place.”

Whumpee sobs, crumpled face-first on the interrogation table. “I’ll— I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

Whumpee gives them incorrect information, lying through their teeth and biting back a smile. This idiot, they think.

But Whumpee miscalculated one tiny detail. They didn’t realize how quickly Whumper would verify the information. They thought they had bought themselves more time. They were wrong.

Whumper enters the interrogation room and dials the shock to the highest setting. This time, the screams are real. “How long were you lying to me?”

Between the shuddering pain, Whumpee coughs violently and gasps out, “The whole goddamn time.”

[steelandblood]

Whumpee is being tortured for information she does not have. Only she cannot under any circumstances let Whumper know that, because than he'll go after her teammates who do have the information. And they are too good and do not deserve to go through this torture, nor would they be able to deal with the torture unlike her. So she does everything to convince Whumper that she has the information he is looking for, to protect her teammates.

And wouldn't it be a shame, just to make her life even harder. if Whumper had means to make sure she can't lie (truth serum, spell, etc,)

[pyrepostings]

Interrogation setting where whumpee won't stop mouthing off and antagonizing whumper, so they get gagged during the session and only get the chance to talk after.

And of course, if they continue to be a smartass the gag goes back in between sessions too :)