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letitbehurt · 1 month
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Dog-catcher poles being used to manhandle Whumpee.
Wire choking off air when Whumpee fights or fails to move fast enough, easily cutting through the skin. Hands bound behind their back so that they can’t grab the pole being used to drag them along. Whumper(s) keeping their distance because watch it, this one bites—
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whumblr · 1 month
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Ball and chain
Whumpee meekly walked along, resigned, hands cuffed in front of them, two henchmen clinging to both arms as they were marched into the large room. Like they were both walking them down the aisle.
Except the man who they were tied to was all but bliss. And did not accept any form of seperation.
And he now stood waiting for them in the middle of the room. He turned and his eyes immediately fixed on Whumpee. Myeah... they were in trouble.
The man barely contained himself, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, and his rage plain to see in his eyes, swirling about like thunderclouds.
You'd think that, with all the trouble they caused, he would be glad to see the back of them... instead of sending out a search team and dragging them back to their cell.
They stopped right in front of him and Whumpee swore they saw something twitch in his jaw. His eyes bored into theirs, but they didn't look away.
"Leave," Whumper growled.
The two men gladly let go of their arms and turned to leave the room.
Whumpee however followed suit: they spun on their heels and made to follow them out. But before they could even take one step, a hand clamped around their shoulder.
"Not you, you goddamned little gargoyle, what makes you think I was talking to you."
Willfully ignoring the fingers digging into their shoulder, Whumpee simply watched, a little rueful, as the henchmen succesfully made their way out, leaving them alone here. Then they turned around again, shrugging the hand off with the softest huff.
"Well, you were looking at me, so..."
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kabie-whump · 2 months
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♡ Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me." ♡
@febuwhump
Content: betrayal, suggestion of attempted recapture
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“You lied to me!”
Whumpee’s voice was hoarse and broken. They weren’t supposed to be using it this much yet. It wasn’t finished healing.
Caretaker held out their hands, moving slowly towards where Whumpee was curled into the corner of the storage closet, their knees tucked to their chest.
“Whumpee, please. Calm down.”
“No! You lied to me! You told me I would never have to see them again!” They were sobbing now, chest heaving.
“You don’t, Whumpee, I promise. You’re safe from Whumper.”
“Shut up!” Whumpee’s voice cracked, forcing them to resort to a frenzied whisper. “You’re lying. I saw them. I saw them. You’re letting them live here!”
“You- oh. Oh shit. The person in the lobby? Gray sweatshirt?”
Whumpee nodded miserably.
Caretaker’s heart dropped. The new member of their little team had seemed so nice during the interview. Their eyes had lingered on Whumpee as they walked by, but Caretaker had taken it to be innocent curiosity at their many scars.
“Shit. I am so sorry. I’m going to get rid of them, I promise. Just stay here. Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone but me.”
Whumpee didn’t respond, sobbing into their knees.
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Part 2
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The first time Whumpee said
"Can I have some more?"
"I wish you came more often."
"I'm too tired for that.."
"It may not be perfect but I made it."
"I like that one better."
"..I don't get it- oh!"
"Please remember my meds this time."
"Can you look it up?"
"No, the other left- thanks."
"What did you say?"
"I think I can do it by myself."
"Best day of my life. Really."
"You look like a clown!"
"Surprise!"
"Do you need some help?"
"We're nearly there."
But when Whumpee came back
even though Caretaker begged with tears in their eyes
They couldn't say any of that.
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auroragehenna · 2 months
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[Post/late in recovery]
It knocks on the door. Whumpee is suprised, they weren‘t expecting anyone but they think nothing on it. Putting down whatever they were doing and going to the door.
The open it and.
Stare right into a grinning Whumper‘s face.
„Whumpee…How nice to see you again…“
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montammil · 1 year
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CW: Recapturing, creepy Whumper, drugging, noncon touching
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Whumpee has been alone in the house for a few days, and slowly their paranoia has gone down. They always felt nervous being away from Caretaker for too long, but it’s been almost two months since their return, so they understand Caretaker isn’t willing to risk their job and not go on that business trip.
As Whumpee takes another sip of their water, however, they begin to feel dizzy. They feel sick at the familiar feeling, remembering how Whumper used to drug them and they’d... 
...feel exactly like this.
They try to stand and grab their phone on their bed, but only make it two steps before falling to the floor. They open their eyes to see expensive shoes striding their way, they don’t even need to look up to know who it is.
“I’m offended, in all honesty. Did you really think you could get away from me? Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”
“Please, don’t do this,” Whumpee begs. “Please.”
A smirk rises to Whumper’s lips. “Poor thing. You’ve grown so spoiled, you forgot your place. That’s okay, because you know what? I’m here now, and I’m never letting you leave me again.”
Whumpee goes deadweight when their captor picks them up, cradling them like Caretaker would. They cry and try to keep pleading, but each plead comes out as a pained moan.
As Whumper carries them out, they notice a framed picture on the wall. They stare at it, saying amusedly, “You look so happy in this picture, darling.” They snatch the picture and throw it to the ground, crushing it beneath their shoe. “Happiness isn’t a pretty look on you. I think I like these more.” They thumb away their tears.
“Pl-- pleas--”
“Shh...” Whumper drags their thumb from their cheek to their lips. “Save those pretty pleads for later. You’ll need them.”
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“Close your eyes, I’ve got a present for you!” Caretaker whispered, smiling. It was Whumpee’s birthday and they wanted to get them something special. Something they wouldn’t forget.
“Okay!” Whumpee giggled. They’d really come out of their shell after the months away from whumper. “Shall I turn around too? I might sneak a look otherwise!”
Caretaker took Whumpee’s shoulders and turned them to the wall. “Wait here.”
The next thing Whumpee knew, hands we grabbing at them, wrenching their weakened arms behind their back and wrestling them to the floor. They were just about to call out for Caretaker when they heard their voice. “Hey, I’m sorry about this, especially on your birthday but Whumper was offering a lot for your return.”
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whumpasaurus101 · 11 months
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Whumpee collapsed in Whumper’s arms, clinging onto them with as much strength as they could, their bloodied knuckles burning a lighter shade.
Caretaker squeezed Whumpee close to them, closing their eyes as they felt a tear slowly roll down their cheek, “It’s all over, I’ve got you. You dont have to be strong anymore.”
Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker’s shoulder, “I-wa-w’s br’ve….j’sss…jus’ like y’ as-assssked me t-to….”
Caretaker bit their lip, trying to hold back their tears but it was impossible, “And you did so good buddy well done, I’m so proud of you. Now we need to get you a medic before-“
“Before what?” Whumper smirked, folding their arms about a meter or two away from the pair, both jumping.
“Do go on, I’d just love to hear!
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den-of-whump · 5 months
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Me, planning out the plot of a whump story: And after a while, they finally get rescued and go through recovery and live happily ever after
My brain: Okay, but what if one of them gets recaptured sometime after and while they do get out, it completely destroys what progress they've had in their recovery as well as creates new insecurities and traumas for them to deal with.
Me: ...
My brain: And also it gives the caretaker a new fear of losing them and guilt over letting them get captured again.
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snakebites-and-ink · 6 months
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CW: Pet whump, referenced kidnapping, captivity, conditioned whumpee
Whumper stretched and glanced at their clock. It was probably time to check on their freshly-caught pet. They headed to the room their new pet, Whumpee, was in, and opened the door only to be greeted with furious yelling and the jingling of chains. Clearly Whumpee was not happy with their new arrangement.
Whumper walked into the room and shut the door behind them. “Hello there.”
With a small growl, Whumpee lunged towards Whumper and swept their leg out in a kick that very nearly landed.
“What do you want?” they demanded angrily as Whumper stepped just out of their reach.
Whumper smirked. They retracted Whumpee’s chain so that it was too short to stand with, and Whumpee was forced to their knees. “Nothing too extreme. I just want you to behave and obey me.”
Whumpee struggled against the chain uselessly. Whumper walked closer, feeling fairly safe from attack now. “What—? What are you going to do with me? Why am I even here?”
Whumper smiled. Someone was asking all the right questions. “I’m going to keep you for myself, dear. You’re here because this is your new home. You are my pet.”
Whumpee paused. Their eyes went wide. “You mean you’ve adopted me?” they asked.
“That’s right,” Whumper confirmed.
“Oh, thank you, sir, thank you! I won’t disappoint you,” Whumpee said, nuzzling Whumper’s leg affectionately.
Whumper hesitated, dumbfounded. They gently tipped Whumpee’s face up to look at their own. “Are you…already trained?”
“Yes sir, I know my place,” Whumpee said intently.
“Oh?” Whumper responded. “Then why were you acting so feral just a minute ago?”
“I didn’t know you were adopting me! I thought I’d been kidnapped, and I had to fight my captors like a person to have a chance at getting out. I can be good, sir, I promise!” They looked up at Whumper with pleading eyes.
“And why were you going about the world without an owner when I found you? Living your life like you thought you were a person?”
Whumpee averted their gaze, not looking like they’d been caught faking, but like they actually were sad. “After I was taken from my first owner, no one wanted to have me as their pet. They all said I was a human. No one else took care of me, so I had to take care of myself.”
Whumper lowered themself to Whumpee’s level. They cupped Whumpee’s cheek gently, and noticed that they automatically tilted their head slightly into Whumper’s hand. 
“Oh, I bet that was hard, wasn’t it?” They kept their tone soft and sympathetic, but inwardly Whumper was ecstatic. Whumpee didn’t even want to be free.
Whumpee nodded, face rubbing against Whumper’s hand as they did so.
“Don’t worry. Now that you’re mine, I’ll take care of everything for you. You won’t have to work another day in your life to have nourishing food and a roof over your head, so long as you don’t do anything too foolish like running away.”
Whumpee dove towards Whumper and hugged them fiercely. “Thank you thank you sir, thank you, you’re so nice I need it—”
Whumper was delighted. Whumpee was so so grateful, practically loved Whumper already for taking them. And here Whumper had been expecting to be hated and resisted for a couple weeks at least. They pulled Whumpee back enough to see their face. Were those tears? Aw, they were! Whumper forced their instinctive grin to emerge as something warm and soft instead. If Whumpee thought they were nice and caring for doing this, Whumper wasn’t planning to disabuse them of that notion as long as their behavior stayed good enough. “Shh, it’s alright, dear pet, relax. You’ll never have to worry about anything again.”
Whumper hugged back, holding Whumpee close. They felt so small and sweet in Whumper’s arms. Whumpee obediently quieted their rambling and let go of a portion of the desperate tension in their body. With Whumpee’s face tucked safely out of view against Whumper’s chest, Whumper allowed their wide grin to finally appear. This was going to work out wonderfully.
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whumpshaped · 4 months
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could i request a demon whumpee and angel whumper?
like imagine if the whumpee tries to beg for help and tells people what whumper is doing to them but no one believes them because whumper is so perfect and kind!! besides, why would anyone trust a demon?
tw demon whumpee, angel whumper, victim-blaming, failed escape/recapture, starvation
“Please, sir–”
“Get away from me,” the man snarled, and Whumpee pulled their hand back.
“P-please–”
“Get away from me.”
Whumpee swallowed and nodded, taking a couple unsteady steps backwards. Starved as they were, they could barely stand upright, and their injuries were making their whole body ache and throb. They just wanted some help. Any help. A place to hide, a bite to eat… even a compassionate glance.
“Wait a minute– what are you even doing outside?”
“I– I, I’m out on Master’s orders–”
“No, you’re definitely fucking not. I know your master, and they would never let a wretched monster like you back out onto the streets.”
Whumpee’s eyes widened in fear. There was no way they couldn’t even get away with an innocent lie like that. Did the angel really have them all fooled? What had they been saying to these people? “I’m t-telling the truth, sir–”
“Like hell you are. Demons like you do nothing but cause chaos.” He took a step towards them, and Whumpee took a step back. No. No. They were out. They were free. They just needed– they just needed to get away–
“Please, sir,” they tried again, leaning against the wall of the building behind them. “P-please, I’m severely injured, I’m being tortured, sir, please–”
“If you are being tortured, then it’s your own damn fault, demon. Monsters like you deserve nothing but suffering.” The man grabbed them by the arm and started dragging them back to the hell they’d just escaped. “Whumper will cleanse this town of filth like you, and I’m more than happy to assist them.”
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whumppromptoftheday · 9 months
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whumpee getting a tattoo to cover up the scars from whumper but then whumper finds them again and makes the tattoos unrecognizable
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whumblr · 7 months
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"Come on, Whumpee... you didn't used to fight like this. You would launch yourself at me. Hell, you were ferocious! Never backing down, getting right back up. But now, it's almost like... something is holding you back. Warning you, cautioning you."
He took a step forward and where Whumpee would usually meet him head-on - sometimes literally - they now fell back a step.
"I know what it is. Do you?" he taunted.
"If you're gonna say it's you I will bust your head," Whumpee snarled, but in a voice that sorely lacked punch.
"Oh," Whumper barked out a laugh. "Oh, no. No, but I'm flattered. No it's not that. In a way." He lowered his voice and said in a hushed tone:
"It's fear."
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scratchandplaster · 1 year
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FEBUWHUMP 2023 DAY 16 - Semi-conscious
CW: recapture, drugging, intimate Whumper, non-con kiss
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Hero tried to escape again.
Naturally, they didn't get very far; Henchman caught them shortly after they sneaked out the main building. They were so careful and planned every step in advance, but in all their eager forgot to calculate Villain's increased security personnel. Whatever had been in the vial Henchman forced down their gullet just moments prior, made their vision swim.
The treetops radiated with the light bursting through them, Hero basked in the golden rays of the August sun, the worries about Villain's reaction fading far away. Of course, they would be upset with them, but that little detail didn't matter right now. The leaves-
The next time their eyes opened, they were inside the manor walls. Unsure about how many minutes had passed, Hero tried to focus again on the lights above. The sun had been replaced by the dim chandelier overhead the dinner table, seeming to cast light with a halo-like sheen across the room.
Somewhere deep inside their mind, they recognized their prison, the building they were trapped in for the last few weeks. But that thought was now buried, washed away by the dust particles floating through the air gracefully, like a gentle fall of snow during the winter months...
"-you listening?" a faint voice called out to them. Maybe Hero should snap back, stand up to fight their way out again. But not now, they loved to just stare for a little while longer. The worries of tomorrow could wait.
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Villain waited for a response, even shaking their captive didn't seem to change the blank stare towards the ceiling. They looked peaceful, a certain calm was radiating from their limp form, slumped in their designated chair. As if looking right through them, Hero let their droopy eyes roll from side to side, untroubled by the world around them.
There was something Villain didn't expect: a light smile danced around Hero's lips, even though dry and ripping, but content nonetheless.
"How much did you give them?", they asked Henchmen, all the while petting Hero's hair gently, a gesture of affection they were normally punished for with vicious resistance.
"The - the whole thing," they answered uncertain, not wanting to risk any consequences for possibly damaging the precious good, "I wanted to ensure a safe transport and-"
"You can leave now," their boss interrupted them calmly, an unusual luster to their eyes. Henchman would keep all their fingers for today. "You may all go, enjoy your day off."
With that, the two enemies were left alone. Villain sat down next to their guest, filled with artificial bliss the potion still pumped through their system, Hero didn't even bat an eye at their gentle touches anymore.
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From time to time, they could see quick shadows interrupting the surrounding snow, brushing hair from their face or taking their pulse. Rationally, Hero should have known it would come to something like this, after rejecting the invitations of their nemesis countless times. They were slowly gaining back some control about their mind and body, exhausted but still prepared to start the fight anew.
Suddenly, a kind but firm hand took hold of their head to tilt it back. Thin liquid started to coat the inside of their mouth, like cherry wine but way too bitter, making Hero quickly gulp it down with a confused moan. The aftertaste was horrifyingly familiar.
"That's it," Villain purred against their ear, so close, the distance between them was barely more than a hair's breadth. They continued to keep Hero's head between their hands, stopping the vertigo for just a moment, before the candles in front of them started to lose shape again. Their flicker smeared across their view like an oil painting and smothered them into a forced ease.
"I think I will keep you like this, at least for a bit longer..." 
Hero's inner screams deafened in an instant, the only feeling left were the soft lips of Villain against their own.
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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]
@febuwhump
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chaotic-orphan · 11 months
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Submit Willingly: a promise
Some caretaker Whump and past whumpee whump, and a grandiose whumper because I love them
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“This was my promise to you, Whumpee,” Whumper bellowed from the town square. They stood on top of a makeshift stage that had not been there when Whumpee walked by it today, but now it had captured everyone’s attention.
Whumper had a way of doing that.
Whumpee joined the gathering crowd, hood up and head down but their eyes they kept trained on Whumper and the sadistic little smile they wore on their triumphant face.
Whumpee’s eyes went down, following Whumper’s sword to see… fuck. Whumper’s words rang through Whumpee’s ears. Their promise.
“I will take everyone who ever cared for you and make you watch as I murder them. Make examples of them. Every last one. Anyone who harboured you, who threw you a pitying glance: all dead. Then I will come for you, and you will submit willingly, and you will know there was never any point for all the bloodshed on your hands.”
Whumpee had been good. They had been solitary ever since they left Whumper. They didn’t let anyone help them, they knew Whumper’s threat was genuine. They didn’t want to risk people’s lives just so they could live.
So standing there in the crowd, watching Caretaker beaten and bloody under Whumper’s sword looking so defeated… it made bile rise in their throat.
Caretaker was the reason Whumpee could escape to begin with. Whumper’s right hand. Their best friend. They had taken pity on Whumpee and promised they would be safe. That Whumper didn’t know.
They promised they would be fine…
“I’ll give you to the count of, hmm… I don’t know— five? Caretaker, five sound good?”
“Go fuck yourself, Whumper.”
Whumper grinned, and kicked Caretaker in the face. Whumpee watched as Caretaker fell to the side, their arms tied uselessly behind their back.
Whumper continued, raising the sword as they counted: “four, three-“
“Okay fine,” Whumpee said and Whumper’s head snapped to the crowd, searching with a gleeful eagerness.
Whumper straightened, sheathing their sword and hopped off the raised platform. They smiled their creepy, happy smile that only promised pain and walked around the circle of the audience, trying to spot Whumpee.
“Mmm, I knew I’d find you here,” Whumper said conversationally. “You just wouldn’t be able to resist coming back. How well we know each other, don’t you think? It’s almost like destiny that we meet again here.”
“Let caretaker go.”
Whumper’s head whipped to the left, walking across the square to the area where Whumpee’s voice had come from. While Whumper was searching, Whumpee stepped out of the crowd beside Caretaker and started cutting at the ropes with their knife.
“Whumpee? Get out of here,” Caretaker grumbled as their hands came loose from the ropes.
“Not without you,” whumpee hissed, getting an arm under Caretaker’s. “Not again.”
A hand grabbed Whumpee’s hood, ripping it down and yanking them up to their feet by the hair, their knife clattering uselessly onto the stage and Whumpee cursed, struggling in the stranger’s grip.
Whumper turned, looking so smug. Dark brown eyes drinking in Whumpee’s struggles, who stopped when they remembered how much Whumper enjoyed it.
“I see you’ve met my new friend. I needed a replacement after you corrupted my old one against me.”
“Leave them out of this,” Whumpee demanded, voice hard. “It’s my fault I escaped, blame me. Take it out on me, but leave— just leave caretaker alone.”
Whumper laughed at Whumpee’s request. Whumpee threw an elbow back to the stranger holding them, but only served to have that arm restrained up and around their back, biting their cheek to hold back any sound escaping their lips.
Whumper stepped up to face Whumpee, dark eyes searching their face. Then their hand went to Whumpee’s hair, pulling a light brown curl from Whumpee’s short ponytail between their fingers. Their grin growing twice the size it was before.
“Oh, I never even considered how much fun long hair would be on you, and you look like you’ve lost weight. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Whumpee shouldn’t have looked. They know they shouldn’t have looked, but seeing Caretaker get to their feet and nearly collapse pulled at their soul and they took a step forward forgetting themselves, only to be yanked back by their hair. This time they let out a hiss of pain through gritted teeth and Whumper let out a happy sigh.
“How I missed you,” Whumper said softly. It made Whumpee’s stomach churn and chest tighten because it sounded genuine. Like… like whumper actually missed them, but Whumpee knew better. Whumper was a monster in human form.
“Don’t worry, Whumpee. This time… you won’t be alone. Caretaker will be right there with you. To make sure you obey and remember your place.”
“Whumper,” Whumpee said, stepping forward again only to be pulled back again. Whumper had turned to face Caretaker who was sitting on the edge of the stage, Whumpee’s knife clutched in both of their shaking hands. “Whumper! No! Leave them alone, Whumper please. Please, please don’t touch them! I’ll beg. I’ll get on my hands and knees, I’ll go willingly. No fighting, no escape plans— whumper! WHUMPER LOOK AT ME!”
Whumper didn’t turn. They still advanced on Caretaker who swiped blindly with the knife, muttering a weak: “fuck you,” as Whumper took Caretaker’s wrist in their hands and plucked the meagre knife from it.
“Whumper— whumper, please,” Whumpee begged as Whumper motioned for a guard to grab Caretaker. They took them, and seemingly satisfied, Whumper finally turned to Whumpee, a wicked grin splitting their face.
“I think I’ll take the two for one special,” said Whumper, coming to stand in front of Whumpee again. “But don’t worry. I’ll have you begging, pleading, sobbing, on your knees and docile: all that and more, as long as I have Caretaker, I have you. Submitting willingly.”
Whumpee felt all blood drain from their face as Whumper leaned in and whispered: “and this time, I’ll never let you go.”
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cold1dead1eyes · 11 months
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7. betrayal
“i trusted you!” whumpee screams at the top of their lungs. their throat burns, eyes blurry with unshed tears as they struggle against the cuffs suspending their wrists to the wall.
“whumpee, i…” caretaker trails off, and whumpee thrashes harder. they need to break free. they need to get to caretaker, and show them how much this hurts. get their hands around their neck and show them what it feels like to be in hell.
“i fucking TRUSTED you!” whumpee screeches, throwing themself forward. their sore throat cracks harshly on the words. caretaker flinches back.
“i’m sorry. i had to, it was you or them, and i… i… i’m so sorry.” you or them. whumpee should’ve known. they were always the second pick. caretaker didn’t care about them. they were always just a pawn. disposable. the broken, pitiful animal that whumper always told them they were.
“no, you don’t-” whumpee spits out a mouthful of blood. “you don’t get to be sorry.” they hiss, eyes blazing and teeth bared in vitriol. caretaker’s eyes cloud with pain.
“whumpee…” but it doesn’t change anything. it doesn’t change the pain.
“all those years. i… i trusted you. i told you what they did to me. so why, why would you let them hurt me again?” whumpee shouldn’t have let themself hope. they should’ve been more careful, more reserved, they shouldn’t have trusted caretaker. because now they were back with whumper, bleeding, aching, and this pain, this pain was so much worse than they remembered—
“are we done here?” whumper drawled from the side. caretaker shot them a terrified look.
“yes. yes, i… i think we are.” they choke out through their tears. they won’t look at whumpee. whumper smirks.
“splendid. then you better leave before i change my mind about letting you go.” caretaker nods shakily. they don’t look back when whumpee screams. whumpee watches them walk away, fury and fear thick in their throat.
and some sick, angry part of whumpee wishes that whumper had just taken out their gun, and shot caretaker dead.
prompt from @whumpay
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