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[acornsandacorns]

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

[defire]

Living weapon after they're rescued part 2

[awkward whumpee vibes]

Always checking to see if they did something wrong.

Whumpee is talking but they trail off as they realize everyone is staring at them. "What... What was it this time? The part about the crushing?"

Whumpee getting so terrified of losing this new-found safety that they start creeping around on eggshells trying to be invisible. It's too good to be true and they just want the illusion to stay for as long as possible.

"You can pretend to be my friends, lie to me, torture me, but I will never tell you what you want to know." "Whumpee, I just want to know if pepperoni sounds good." *Long pause* "...Is that like a meat thing or...."

"oh, fuck, i'm sorry, I got blood on your rug, shit shit shi--" "WHUMPEE YOU NEED STITCHES!" "Yeah but I can heal and the rug--" "forget about the damn rug!"

If someone raises their voice, whumpee flinches and responds with a "yes sir" before they can think a out it.

Protesting too much. "I don't take orders from you."

"I'm not just an asset!" "I'm not saying you are, whumpee--" "then put this back, I don't need nice clothes to have the same rights as you!"

"whumpee, you can stop looking out the window every five seconds. We're in a safe zone." "Yeah, for now," whumpee glances out again.

Patting people's backs to see if they're wearing a wire, disguising it really well as just sincere friendliness and warmth

And then losing all that when they sit down and take out their gun and just set it on the dinner table. "....What?" Whumpee frowns in confusion. "Can I not clean my gun? Do I not get to have my own weapon?"

"whumpee, can you not spray wd-40 right next to my plate. I'm eating here." "Come on, it's not even that poisonous. besides, this gun isn't gonna clean itself."

"Can you not have dinner like a normal person?!" "Already finished."

*whumpee points out a tactical advantage* "Calm down whumpee, it's just snakes and ladders." Whumpee stares at the board, feeling their sense of usefulness drain away.

Going over the times they were completely badass until it gets annoying.

When they realize they're only good at killing. And they almost want to go back to it, because at least then they had a purpose.

[jump-in-the-whump]

THINGS CARETAKERS SAY THAT MAKE ME GO FERAL

“can you please focus on me?”

“don't look at that, look at me.”

“you're doing a very good job.”

“you're very brave.”

“i know it hurts, just a hold on a bit more.”

“breathe in and out, follow my lead.”

“please stay down. please.”

“you're not alone, you hear me? I'm right here.”

“stay calm, I'm just gonna look at it, okay?”

“stop doing this to yourself!”

“this is going to hurt, please bear with it.”

“i promise I'll be gentle.”

“lean on me if you need to.”

“do you know where you are? who you are?”

“can you tell me where it hurts the most?”

“you can scream, it's alright.”

“hey, it's me! come on, you know me, right?”

“it was just a nightmare, you don't have to worry.”

“i don't care if you're staining my shirt, you're bleeding out!”

“keep your eyes on me, don't look down.”

“don't say that, you know it's not true.”

“this is just the fever talking.”

“shh, you're doing so good...”

“shut up! it's not me who should rest, it's you!”

Bonus point: they say these things while brushing strands of hair out of the whumpee's face. That's… *chef's kiss*

[crimsons-whump-pile]

whumpee who forgets their past and doesn’t understand why caretaker is being so nice to them. whumper made it clear that whumpee was a monster, a mistake, a scourge on this world, so why is caretaker treating them with such kindness? why does caretaker act like they know each other, like they were friends once, when whumpee knows perfectly well that friends were never a luxury they’d earned?

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee struggling to breathe. Whumpee sucking in shuddering breaths. Gasping breaths. Ragged breaths. Wheezing breaths. Gurgling breaths. Whumpee clawing at their throat, desperate for air.

Recovering whumpee caught in the memory of struggling to breathe. Struggling not to choke or cough at the memory. Struggling not to panic and hyperventilate. Taking long, slow breaths in and out, hoping desperately for the careful rhythm of it to bring calm.

[kaufmann-6]

Buried alive trope but whumpee is bound and gagged. They can’t scream louder than a whimper or crawl their way out so they’re tapped, panicking and crying because they know they’re gonna die and no one will ever find them before it’s too late.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 14

Left for dead - Hunting Gear - Blackmail - "Cause I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted" (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn)

Warning: delves into hurricane evacuation. This is not to make light of what is going on in South East, USA. Praying for all of you down there.

Whumpee timidly watched as Whumper packed their essentials.

"What should I take?", Whumpee asked, realizing they didn't have any belongings to pack.

"Take?", Whumper paused, "where are you going?"

"The um hurricane is coming. We're evacuating, right?", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper laughed, "I'm evacuating, but you will be remaining here. I can't chance you getting away during this or finding help. If you die... you die. No loss to me. When it's safe, I'll come back to see if you made it."

"What? But, they are saying this is unsurvivable. You can't leave me here.... please don't leave me here", Whumpee began to cry, "you know I'm afraid of storms", they sobbed.

"Sucks to suck, but you are not going", Whumper smirked, "my decision has been made."

Whumpee fought Whumper all the way down the stairs.

"Stop fighting me", Whumper yelled angrily, "you're wasting my time."

"You're leaving me here to die", Whumpee cried angrily, "I don't want to die."

Whumper reared back and punched Whumpee causing them to fall to the floor and gasp.

"I am leaving you here. Whether you die or not, we will see", Whumper grinned as they pulled out some rope, "let's see how well you do."

"Please you don't even have to take me. Just let me try to outrun the storm. Get to higher ground", Whumpee winced.

"No", Whumper used this time to bind Whumpee with the rope, "you'll find help, then I'm screwed."

Whumpee watched as they were tied tightly.

"You're not even trying to give me a fighting chance", Whumpee frowned.

Whumper chuckled as they tied off the rope to a metal pipe.

"Well, goodluck Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I wish you the best of luck. Really I do. I will miss you. So try not to die."

"Please I'm begging of you. I'm scared to death right now. Please just let me go with you. I'll let you do whatever you want to me... please", Whumpee pleaded, as they tried to pull their arms from being tied above their head.

Whumper turned and started for the stairs.

"For the last time... no."

Whumpee tried to remain calm. The wind continued to get louder and louder. Water splashed against the windows above them.

The power had gone out a while ago now. It was pitch black in the basement.

Whumpee's arms had fallen asleep from being tied above their head.

They sobbed as the loud storm crashed all around them. They had a giant fear of storms... Whumper knew this and held it against them.

The sound of the house creaking made the darkness even more eerie.

Something crashed.

Whumpee looked up fearfully as the sound of the storm grew louder. As though it was now inside with them.

They started to feel water pouring in on them.

"No no NO", Whumpee yelled, "PLEASE SAVE ME ..... PLEASE HELP."

Whumpee was sitting in a pool of water, about waste deep.

All kinds of debree floated around them.

They could see sunlight trickling in on them. It had been days. They were freezing from the night before. They felt so so weak and so so tired.

They looked up and saw how white knuckled and shriveled their hands looked. That mixed with how raw and red their wrist were from the ropes.

They suddenly heard someone nearby talking.

"HELP ME.... PLEASE HELP ME", Whumpee yelled as loudly as their hoarse voice could go.

"Is someone down their?", they heard two people above them.

"Yes, I'm tied up down here in the basement", Whumpee yelled, "the owner of the house evacuated and left me here. Please help me."

"Okay, hold on", their rescuers called down, "there is a lot piled on top of you. We will be right back."

After a few moments of silence Whumpee heard a heavy truck coming close.

Dust and more debris fell onto them. A heavy piece of metal splashed over their leg cut down into their shin.

"Ouch", Whumpee cried loudly, "wait wait please."

A hole opened above them.

"What happened?", a concerned familiar voice called down.

"Something metal just hit me. I-I'm m bleeding", Whumpee shook.

"Okay we have an ambulance waiting for you", the voice sounded sympathetic, "a United States soldier is coming down to cut you free. You are currently being photographed and recorded for documentation and investigation. Do you understand?"

"Yes", Whumpee spoke weakly, "I don't feel good."

Whumpee watched as a rope fell through the hole and someone descending on it.

Their vision became cloudy... "My head is heavy" they whispered.

"Stay with me", the person commanded.

Whumpee jumped at the sound of a knife being unsheathed.

They felt arms wrap around them.

Their body went limp as they were pulled out of the water.

Distant beeping became more and more prominent as Whumpee started to come too.

They squinted in the bright light of the room.

"What's happening?", Whumpee looked around as more things became clear.

"Hey, are you with me", Whumpee felt someone squeeze their hand.

"Am I dead?", Whumpee whispered.

"No, you are alive. Thank goodness you are alive", the person leaned closer so Whumpee could see them.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you" Whumpee frowned.

"That's alright, I am one of the people who heard you calling for help. I couldn't leave your side", they leaned and kissed Whumpee's hand, "I'm so grateful you are alive."

"I'm grateful you heard me", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"Me too", they smiled.

"So, you are in the hospital safe and sound. They are pumping meds into you. They were worried about you being in the water for so long. Who knows what germs were swimming with you. Especially with that big cut on your leg", they leaned back in the chair, "I'm certain a detective will be in here soon to figure out why you were tied up in the basement. They are also working to find the homeowner."

"Whumpee nodded. They didn't tell we they were evacuating to. I thought they were taking me with them", Whumpee frowned.

"I'm sorry that happened to you", the person sighed, "you are safe now though. That's all that matters."

Whumpee nodded.

"Well, I need to get back out there to find more people. I'll check in on you again", they stood.

"Okay", Whumpee nodded again, "thankyou so much for helping me. Be careful out there."

"You're welcome. I will be", they nodded with a smile, "I'll see you later."

Rain splattered on the window of Whumpee's hospital room.

The nurse was in helping them eat dinner.

"You've had a very long few days. Today was also long with all of your visitors and detectives", the nurse smiled.

Whumpee nodded and looked out the window at the rain.

"I cam close the curtain if you like", the nurse started to stand.

"I-its okay, I'm just worried about the others out there and the rescuers", Whumpee explained, "I'm sorry if I'm sad to be around."

"Sweetie you have every reason to be sad. Don't apologize for that. We are worried about the rescuers too", the nurse smiled. "That one that was in here earlier with you. They have been constantly checking in on you."

There was a moment of silence while Whumpee chewed.

"They are hoping to find the person who did that to you soon. They found the name amongst some mail that was still inside of the house. They are watching for any location updates. They will be located as soon as they use their card or even their phone."

"Thankyou for telling me that... I was wondering. I'm also wondering what's going to happen to me", Whumpee looked at the nurse curiously and fearfully, "after I heal."

"You have a while before that is a concern", the nurse smiled, "would you like some pudding?"

"Yes please", Whumpee nodded.

Days went by slowly. Visits became less and less until it was the rescuer who saved Whumpee.

"I've got news", they said one day smiling ear to ear as they say down, "well, two pieces of news... both good."

"Oh", Whumpee studied them.

"Yes, they found Whumper. They were attempting to stay at a hotel a few states up. The police have them in custody", the rescuer looked at Whumpee for any excitement.

"Calm down", they joked when Whumpee didn't react, "the second bit of news is that you are coming home with me."

"Ho-home with you?", Whumpee studied them.

"Yes, I'm getting the house ready right now. You will be so comfortable there", the rescuers grin somehow got bigger.

"Really, you want me?", Whumpee questioned nervously, "are you sure?"

"Sure, I'm sure", the rescuer nodded, "you were left for dead... and I found you. I couldn't imagine going on with life after parting ways with you. I think I'd go mad with wanting to protect you."

Whumpee grinned.

"So... are you interested?", the rescuer looked at them quizetively.

"Yes, I'm interested", Whumpee nodded, "just still a little surprised thats all."

"I'm sure, but it's all true. You won't have to go through another storm by yourself again. I promise", the rescuer held Whumpee's hands close, "I'll protect you."

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They nodded eagerly.

"Thankyou", Whumpee whimpered as they tried not to cry loudly.

"You're so welcome my dear", the rescuer grinned, "you're so welcome."

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[whumperer-86]

Snowy Night: Timeless Love ep5

The male lead is getting hurt every two episodes in this drama alone

he was whumped for about 6 times now in 14 episodes

[oddsconvert]

I really wanna see Joshy being forced to stay awake for days. He gets so desperate to sleep that he even sweet talks Felix, ya know, desperate times.

Exhaustion clings to Josh like a leech. It feeds off his vigour and drains away any remnant of lucidity. He teeters on the edge of collapse; his body totally spent and mind shrouded in fog. Just as his heavy eyelids flutter shut for what must be the millionth time, a shock of electricity winds around his throat like a serpent, jolting him awake with a warbled cry. Josh’s hands fly to his throat, tingling and near-numb fingers scratch and desperately rip at the collar strapped to his neck. He chokes on a silent scream as hot-pain streams through his veins. 

“Eyes on me,” Felix orders with a sickly-sweet grin, he fidgets with the shock collar remote in his palm before pocketing it. “Oh, am I boring you, darling?”

Josh can barely see Felix through the tears brimming his bloodshot eyes. His jittering body slumps and his head lolls against his chest, drool slipping from his lips.

“Please -” Josh croaks, his voice coarse like sandpaper. He gulps down a sob. “Please - I - I can’t-”

-can't stand to stay awake for a second longer. Countless days and sleepless nights have blurred and bled into one waking nightmare. Josh can't remember when he was last allowed to simply fall into the sweet surrender of sleep, nor can he remember how it feels to just let his eyes slip shut and his brain switch off - his only true escape from Felix.

It had never occurred to him that sleep was a luxury that he could have denied…

“You can. You will. Remember this is your choice, my sweet. Not mine.”

What’s left of Josh’s mind races. It doesn’t make a lick of sense. He isn’t afforded choice, that was a long-learned lesson, taught through blood, sweat and tears. If he had the freedom of choice, he wouldn’t be here, huddled in the corner - fatigue eating away at him. The other night, when Josh begged Felix through breathless, hiccupping sobs that he didn’t want to sleep with Felix, he couldn’t sleep with Felix, he was terrified of the thought of going to bed and what that would bring…did he have a choice then?

Josh’s eyes suddenly and uncontrollably roll into the back of his head, his body growing limp once again. Felix clicks his fingers against the bridge of Josh’s nose to snap him back. Josh groans in weary frustration. 

“If - If you… llloved me, you’d let me sl-sleep-” Josh mumbles without a thought to the words leaving his lips. He doesn’t clock the way Felix sees red in that moment, steam nearly blowing out his ears.

“Stop that,” Felix snarls. Fists clenched tight. “What have we talked about, Josh? About you manipulating me-”

How is it that Josh always winds up the villain and never the victim? His attempts at survival and bids for peace deemed calculated and cunning? If he had the wherewithal, maybe he’d think of his mum saying it’s like “the pot calling the kettle black” and snicker to himself… instead he blinks blankly and at a snail's pace.

“You know the deal,” Felix chastises, “It’s quite simple, really. Nearly as simple as you-”

That hits Josh like a blow. Like a sucker punch to the gut. He slumps further against the wall, his head rolling back as if his neck were made of lead.

“You sleep with me, or not at all. It’s your choice, baby. Deprive yourself into a slow madness… or just let me hold you through the night.”

Josh knows. He’s not the fucking idiot Felix makes him out to be. He knows deep down that he’ll never win the battle of the wills - not against Felix. He’s grasping onto consciousness by a string: his eyes feel like acid has been poured into them - his body feels like it might crumble to dust. Josh has to give Felix what he wants, to get what he needs. It’s a transaction. Nothing more. That’s what he’ll tell himself. 

A memory foam mattress. Warm blankets. A night’s sleep. Is it worth it?

He forces himself onto all fours, even as his muscles scream and throb in protest. He crawls across the filthy floor until he reaches Felix and crumbles at Felix’s feet. His pounding head rests against Felix’s leg and he dares to close his eyes. A chesty sigh stretches into a yawn.

“I-I’m sorry…for-for playing up…” Josh mutters miserably. “I-I don’t know what came over me - I don’t know why I do this, I just -....take me to bed? Please?” He blinks up at Felix, batting his long but tear-drenched lashes.

Felix hums, carding his hand through Josh’s locks of hair, “Change of heart, my beautiful boy?”

Josh nods, but it just makes his nausea increase ten-fold. “I - I want to sleep…with you. In our bed. I wa-want you to hold me…through the night.”

For a second, Josh thinks that maybe Felix is right - he might be manipulative. He’ll say whatever he has to, to get whatever he wants. He’s playing Felix like a fiddle and he prays it’s working. Josh pulls himself to his knees, his eyes shining at Felix and his hands together in supplication.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be so good. I’ll be…complaisant-”

“Complaisant?” Felix purrs, and he palms himself through his trousers. Josh has to fight back bile. But this is the price he has to pay. “You better not be teasing me, baby.”

“You’re too good to me,” Josh sniffles, “Too patient. I don’t deserve it-”

“No. You do not.”

Felix scoops Josh up into a bridal carry, as though he’s as light as a feather. It makes him feel so impossibly small and frail. The sudden swooping motion makes his stomach churn and the world twist. 

“And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

[defire]

Seeing this on a whump blog

Oh yes I'm in, show me your goods

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Hungry

TW: Blood, captivity, emeto (soft)

Masterlist

- Hungry, leech ?

The vampire was jolted awake by the sound of the hunter banging on the bars of his cell. He instinctively curled up to protect himself, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach as he finally made sense of the words. Hungry ? Of course he was hungry. He hadn’t been fed in… years. He was starving. But…

- You’ve been so quiet recently, we thought you deserved a reward.

No. No no no. They knew about his weaknesses, everything about him. He scrambled away, his back hitting the wall behind him as the hunter unlocked the door and entered, a bloodbag dangling from one of his hands. He shook his head desperately, trying to convey silently his panic. Please. He was already hurt. The hunter smirked, noticing his expression. He knew, of course he knew.

- You don’t look very grateful, leech. You want more, maybe ?

The vampire struggled, but he was frail and weak from the torture and starvation, and he was soon pinned on the floor, the hunter straddling him and holding him down. The blood bag was opened, and the hypnotising smell made him salivate heavily. He could not control his body’s reaction, the way his lips parted, his jaw aching where his fangs used to be. The hunter chuckled, and pried his mouth open further with his free hand. The vampire whined, the gesture pressing the silver implants in his mouth against his gum, but he didn’t struggle. All his will had disappeared, replacd by a wild and uncontrollable hunger.

When the blood was poured down his throat he gulped it down eagerly, like a mindless animal. The hunter stood up with the empty blood bad, an amused smile on his face.

- You leeches love to pretend you’re people. But it doesn’t take much to show your true nature, does it ?

The vampire didn’t answer, too busy licking the blood that had dripped down his face. He suddenly stopped, tears pricking his eyes as realization dawned on him. He stifled a sob and looked up at the hunter pleadingly, before suddenly lurching forward, his hands clenching on his lower stomach. The tears were streaming down his face now, both of pain and helplessness, the blood like acid in his tummy. It hurt, it hurt so much. He gagged, covering his mouth with both hands. He needed to keep it down, just a little bit longer. But he couldn’t, the pain and the nausea overwhelming him. His shaking grew stronger, and he cursed the genetics that had made him so unnatural his body was unable to digest the thing that it was made for.

The hunter looked with a grin as the hybrid jolted forward again, emptying his stomach from the blood he had just ingested.

The miserable creature didn’t look up as the hunter locked the cell and left, curled up on the cold concrete, shaking with silent sobs. He just wished he could feed like a normal vampire, instead of being destined to suffer and starve endlessly.

[crimsons-whump-pile]

fantasy creature whump where whumper owns a fantastical menagerie, and they keep whumpee on display in a gilded birdcage in the center of the garden. whumpee could be humanoid or beastly, but the intelligence in their eyes is clear despite the row of golden bars separating them from the onlookers. to them, whumpee is no more than a common animal — no, less than that. no more than a sideshow attraction, a decoration here for their amusement. not human like them at all.

[serickswrites]

Death Will Do Us Part

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, electrocution, escape, unclear character status, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, you have to promise me you'll stay awake," Caretaker said as they slung Whumpee's arm over their shoulder and began to live.

"T-T-T-ryingggggg," Whumpee mumbled. Their head hung low and they were barely hanging on. Blood dripped from the cuts on their body, some deeper than others.

"Remember, you promised before, death will do us part, Whumpee. You have to stay with me." Caretaker didn't want to think what would happen if they didn't get Whumpee out now.

Whumper had captured the two of them days ago and had been enjoying torturing the two of them. Whumpee was in far worse shape because it seemed Whumper enjoyed Whumpee's screams and Caretaker's anger far more than the other way round. Whumper had shocked Caretaker a few times before returning to cutting Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee had been bleeding for hours. Had been getting weaker and weaker. And now they were barely conscious and this was their chance to escape. Caretaker had to get Whumpee out of there.

"Mmmmm," Whumpee hummed.

They were so close to freedom. Caretaker could see outside. Could see freedom. Just a bit longer. Caretaker opened their mouth to try and urge Whumpee on, but nearly fell as Whumpee's knees buckled. "Don't break down on me yet, Whumpee. We're almost there!"

Whumpee didn't reply, becoming more of a dead weight pulling Caretaker down. "Come on, Whumpee. Come on," Caretaker said as they scooped Whumpee into their arms.

Whumpee's eyes were closed, their jaw slack. Their head lolled on their neck as Caretaker lifted them up. Their limbs flopped as Caretaker ran. But they didn't wake. "Stay with me, Whumpee. You promised. You promised."

Whumpee didn't wake as Caretaker shook them. Didn't wake as Caretaker talked to them. Didn't wake as Caretaker emerged outside with a cry of delight. And they didn't wake as Caretaker begged them to open their eyes and look around to see they were free.

"Please, Whumpee! Stay with me now! PLEASE!"

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[withdrawingramen]

honestly whumper just sitting with their back turned against a scene of conflict, legs crossed, calmly listening and immersing themselves in the sounds of violence, sipping on a drink while they leave whumpee to get brutalized and fight back against a dozen other trained fighters is such a sick trope

and then have them dragged up all bloody and on the brink of death to be bleeding out on their knees held up by others just for whumper to look down on them <333

(thank you for the whump gyeongseong creature season 2)

[whumporama]

If your profile picture is what/who you can fight with to defend yourself in a confrontation with Whumper, how screwed are you?

Imma stab them.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Bleed out, Black Out part 1

Warnings: whipping, torture, Whumper beating Whumpee

This one's inspired by a random Pinterest prompt! (My Pinterest username is CatSelfie if anyone would like to follow it -- I post my writing there as well, and the perk of Pinterest is that you can save my pins to boards.)

Whumpee was shaking hard as he frantically mopped at the floor with the mop and bucket, scrubbing at a mess of liquid red on the hardwood. Whumper had left him an hour ago with the order that the room's floor be spotless when he returned. But it was an impossible task, and Whumpee hadn't been given enough time. And also--

Whumpee jumped in terror when the door opened, and Whumper came striding in. His stomach tightened and sank with dread, and he barely managed to choke back a helpless sob.

"Does that look clean to you?" Whumper shook his head in disappointment. "You promised me a clean room and so far you haven't delivered."

Whumpee stared down in dismay at the floor and the dark red that he had been trying so desperately to mop up. The bucket of water was tainted with the blood that was still slowly flowing from the wounds all over his body.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, trembling. "I'm almost done, I promise."

"I suppose I could give you more time..." Whumper sighed and reached out to grip Whumpee's chin, "but then you wouldn't learn, would you?"

Whumpee bit back tears of pain and sorrow. It was a game he could never win, and perhaps that was the cruelest punishment of all. No matter how hard he tried, he would always lose. Always fall short. It wasn't fair, and both Whumpee and Whumper knew it. But Whumper never played fair.

The snap of the whip in the air was the only warning Whumpee got before hard leather tipped with razor-sharp glass shards tore into his shoulder, making him cry out. Fresh blood oozed out of the lash wound, sliding down his arm to drip to the floor and add to the puddle of red he'd failed to clean up.

"Please, Whumper, I--" The whip cracked against the skin of his thigh next, and he went down with a scream, his emaciated body unable to support him any longer against the excruciating agony. He'd already pushed himself too far; there was no energy left to offer. He was already battered and bruised from endless beatings he never expected to survive, each one worse than the last. His body left mangled and broken.

"Look at yourself, Whumpee!" Whumper scolded harshly. "If you would have just done what you were told and cleaned this room, I wouldn't have to waste my precious time punishing you! When did you get so lazy?"

Whumpee wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but he might even be too dehydrated to shed a tear anymore. "I can't, Whumper, I literally ca--" His voice rose into another bloodcurdling shriek as Whumper brought the glass-tipped leather down on his exposed chest, where it ripped several long gashes down his front.

"And when have I ever allowed you to talk back to me?!" Whumper snarled, and aimed a vicious kick at Whumpee's ribs, which protruded from starvation.

Whumpee howled as the toe of his boot connected with vulnerable bone, and he was pretty sure he felt a few ribs crack.

"I think you need to be reminded who to respect here. It's like you forgot everything I've ever taught you!" Whumper drove his boot into Whumpee's stomach next, making him curl up and dry heave. But of course, nothing but a string of bile came out of his mouth; his stomach had gone so long without food there was nothing there to vomit.

Whumpee raised a badly shaking hand in the air in a feeble attempt of showing surrender, begging for mercy. "Whumper, please, you're going to kill m--" a ragged wail escaped him as Whumper swung the handle end of the whip into Whumpee's outstretched hand. Fiery pain exploded in his hand and shot down his whole arm as he snatched it back, holding it to his chest and crying pitifully.

"UGH! You are so USELESS!" Whumper roared angrily. He crouched down and punched Whumpee square in the face with brutal force, making his head snapped back and earning another scream from him.

Blood streamed from Whumpee's broken nose and busted lip, as he stared up terrified into the cruel and merciless eyes of his torturer. Spots were starting to darken his vision, and he begged the darkness to take him before he could suffer any longer.

"Please..." Whumpee rasped weakly, though it came out more of a wheezing gurgle.

Whumper scoffed and stood up, storming over to the mop bucket. "You've been here for weeks, Whumpee, I thought you would have learned by now that begging only ticks me off more." He picked up the bucket and dumped the bloody water completely on Whumpee, who didn't even have the energy to scream as the cleaning chemicals worked into his open wounds, burning like fire.

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