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#psychological torture
swazilegend · 3 months
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This is where the load buzzing in the background of Bisan and MoTaz's videos come from. This is psychological torture and this has been going on for years before Oct 7
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abhainnwhump · 4 months
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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.
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morgue-nymph · 28 days
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torturing girls is good for their mental health <3
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whump-queen · 11 months
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Make a whumpee beg for something they need so desperately, without any pointers on how their new whumper likes it.
Make them play trial and error.
It’s so much more humiliating that way.
‘Please—I don’t know how to please you—‘
‘Maybe I just like to keep you guessing.’
Make them scramble. Make them panic.
Make them throw darts at the wall until something sticks.
Let them sit and slowly suffocate in how much worse this is—That any sick, humiliating shit they do or say or offer is volunteered from their own brain, rather than something they’ve been ordered to do.
And when nothing makes the pain stop, watch them get desperate. Let them slowly splinter and crumble away until they’re begging for orders—forgetting entirely what it was they wanted in the first place. all they want now is to be told what to do, how to please you—anything to make it stop.
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gayshitanddadjokes · 3 months
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You're trapped in a timeloop. Every day, you witness the same horrible car accident. It kills three people instantly. As you go through the timeloop, you start to figure out that you have powers. You have powers, and each time you witness those deaths you become more powerful. You investigate. Maybe you start with a wild rabbit or the 14-year-old family dog that's scheduled to be put down in a month. You find yourself apathetic to the act of killing it; it'll be back tomorrow. You confirm it, it being that each time you witness death you become more powerful. Tomorrow (the next today) you visit a hospital, track down all the terminally ill patients. You witness four people die. You don't become more powerful. What's the difference?
You realize eventually. The car that triggers the accident had been sabotaged by you. The woman who drives it is a total bitch and yesterday (many many todays ago) you slashed her tires. The mechanic fucked up when he was putting the new tires on. The deaths are, for all intensive purposes, your fault. You try again. You kill the family dog and feel the power surge in you. You watch a wild animal get torn to shreds in the woods and feel nothing.
After you know that, it's not a question of 'if'. It's not a question of morals or strength. It's just nine simple words: how long does it take for you to kill? It doesn't matter. They'll be back again tomorrow (today). The only people that will remember are you and whatever divine trickster is keeping track of your powers. And if your powers get strong enough, you can find a way out of here.
You use your powers to kill, which makes your powers stronger, which means you can kill more, which makes your powers stronger, which means you can kill more, which makes your powers stronger, which means you can kill more, and ouroboros consumes himself.
You never escape. You get to the point where you can move mountains with the flick of a wrist but you're not strong enough to escape. Not strong enough to see tomorrow (not today not today not today) because that was never an option. You are a god among what are nothing but human sacrifices living the same instant of unfathomable power over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and
Anyway I'm pretty sure I just developed a Greek afterlife torture. Hades hmu.
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Whumper makes whumpee hold a tape measure (and they have to hold it the whole time)
Whumper grabs the hook and pulls, taking their steps backwards slowly, until the blade is at max.
Release
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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Whumper who ties whumpee down and forces them to listen to recording of their own torture sessions at a blasting volume for hours, leaving them sobbing with a splitting headache and the sickest form of fear in their stomach.
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tightsweatyclothes · 2 months
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At the very least, the corset and puffed sleeves and dress comes off before she is locked into her cage at night, but the frills are still there to remind her that she is a maid, a constant discomfort that she can never take her mind off of. If her owner wishes to stop her from sleeping, there is the spiked belt, with protrusions which do not allow her to lie down or lean back, or a single spiked metal hemisphere locked to the middle of the cage floor, and the cage is so small she cannot avoid bumping into it no matter how she tries to get comfortable. A horizontal bar in the middle of the cage, too, suffices to keep her from finding any comfort, too low for her to lie sideways, pressing against her thighs when she tries to sit up. Each scream of frustration is rewarded automatically by a tightening of her collar for five minutes. The night is endless, and she prays her owner will let her sleep tomorrow night, at least.
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abhainnwhump · 3 months
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Defiant Whumpee with the ability to see the future is stuck in captivity. They see their future self broken and conditioned without any fight left in them. No matter what they choose, they will always end up as Whumper's pet. The question is just when and what will do the trick.
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cyberwhumper · 6 months
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Vina knows they're doing something awful in the other room. The screams are deafening, reverberating on the walls and surrounding him like a heavy blanket, leaving nowhere to run and hide. The utterly empty room feels like a specially designed acoustic chamber, the echo so intense he swears he couldn't hear his own thoughts at all.
He can't see what's happening, and he's sure that's completely by design. They wake him up in the middle of the night, pull a bag over his head, and drag him there with practiced efficiency. There was no way they weren't doing this to countless others as well. One could only wonder what they imagined, deep within the vortex of noise, that could be happening to their loved ones on the other side of these very walls?
He's tried multiple times to assuage it. When the screams die down, he positions himself against the grates and soothes it, hoping the small point of connection will grant him the mercy of allowing Dog to hear him. He's not sure it does. But it makes Vina feel better anyway. He's never thought to ask it directly, after everything was said and done and they were returned to their shared cell, both visibly worse for wear, if it could hear him. If it had ever.
In those moments they barely spoke, instead seeking comfort in each other for hours on end. And then everything was right in the world again. Even if Vina was ultimately talking to himself, he was still doing his best to console it, to talk to it just in case it could hear him. Just in case it ever felt it was truly alone.
The screaming resumes, and Vina returns to his spot in the corner. Covers his ears. Curls around himself.
Waits for the screaming to stop so he can comfort it again.
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the-lady-maddy · 1 month
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painsandconfusion · 3 months
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There’s a lamp at my local coffee shop that’s such a pure indigo it’s almost completely impossible to look at with the naked eye. The camera can barely do it - it looks out of focus. In real life it’s just an instant headache trying to look right at it and it forces my eyes so slide away every time.
So anyway
I wanna put a Whumpee in a room that’s just this floor to wall to ceiling. Same texture and hue and completely impossible to see.
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