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jordanstrophe · 4 months
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Abandoned Whumpee
[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained
The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body
... And nearly all of it.
They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.
Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.
Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.
Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.
"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.
"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.
They ended up not being able to open them at all.
.........
.........
Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.
They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.
Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...
"How do you feel?" A voice asked.
Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.
"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.
"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.
"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.
"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.
Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"
"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."
Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.
"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.
"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"
Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.
"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.
"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.
"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.
"-And then, they'll kill you."
Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.
"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.
"Now I'll ask you one more time."
"How do you feel?"
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“Used as Bait” Trope
Requested by @whumperofworlds​ | I like to see your take on the "used as bait" trope (basically, whumper kidnapping a whumpee as bait for whumpee's friends/team), with either your OCs, generic, or fanfiction, whichever you think fits best!
CONTENT WARNINGS: bad caretaker, manipulation, whumper turned caretaker, caretaker turned whumper, conditioned whumpee, reincarnation whump, test subject whumpee, restrained whumpee
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Action Prompts
[ breath ] - Whumpee is forced to hold their breath as they’re submerged in a clear box filled with water, and left out in the open.
[ house ] - Caretaker puts Whumpee in a safe house, but inadvertently leaving them without necessities. Essentially putting Whumpee in captivity under the false pretense of security from Whumper.
[ medicine ] - Whumpee is in the hospital, and Caretaker utilizes that fact to figure out who Whumper is, since they are a doctor who has been hurting patients.
[ repose ] - Whumpee is lying somewhere, anxious and tense, waiting for someone to save them from the elements. All they hope it won’t be Whumper.
[ wounded ] - Whumpee is hurt and limping to safety. They leave a trail of blood that leads to where they are, and where they may be going.
[ simplicity ] - Whumpee is tied up to a chair in a warehouse, and is trying to stay still so they don’t tug on any strings that may jostle the bottle of acid above them.
Scenarios
Whumpee is tasked with acting as bait in Caretaker’s plan to apprehend Whumper, but the Caretaker is the only one who knows it is going to fail. Whumpee, assured that they’ll be fine, takes chance with false hope. But the entire thing doesn’t work because of Whumper discovering the plan beforehand.
^ You could have Caretaker forcing Whumpee to be bait too. Which makes Whumper telling Whumpee that Caretaker never cared for them in the first place; Caretaker was a selfish human being, maybe even worse than Whumper.
^ How Whumper stops the plan could be dark too; they kill Caretaker in an act of self-defense, and maybe their Whumpee is conditioned to believe that Whumper is the only person who cares about them.
Or maybe you have an Immortal Whumper and a Whumpee who frequently reincarnates. Whumpee is used often as bait to lure out Whumper’s enemies, and Whumper convinces every reincarnation of Whumpee that what they are doing is for good. Every reincarnation is basically Whumpee getting a renewed body for Whumper to break in many ways. Maybe Whumper has favorite methods of making Whumpee bait too.
^ You could also have Whumpee being different in every reincarnation. In one, they are feisty, defiant, and reckless. Whumper gets to punish them every time they deviate from the plan. But in another, Whumpee is more compliant, easy to break, but incredibly pain tolerant. Whumper gets to have longer punishment sessions if this version of Whumpee disobeys.
^ Maybe in one time, Whumper conditions Whumpee to see it as a good use of their life. And they hold onto that hope that the next life may be better without pain, and Whumper may or may not just mock that very belief.
Maybe in an effort to figure out Whumper’s plans to recapture Whumpee, Caretaker decides to test some things just in case. Only issue is, Whumpee is the only one who knows Whumper well enough. Caretaker decides to do tests on Whumpee, like putting them outside for long hours of time, restraining them in positions that makes it hard to escape, and so on. Whumpee protests, of course, but Caretaker simply says its for both of their safety. Maybe Whumpee realizes that Caretaker is worse than Whumper too. Then later on, Caretaker indirectly helps Whumper and makes their work easier than harder.
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Feel free to use these prompts! Make sure to credit me if using, and use the tag #coffee prompts so I can see what you make!
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emcscared-whumps · 3 months
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A lovely little scene from Shifting Phases i drew for a challenge over on WLC last year :) (awh, he hasn't tried to escape yet, how cute <3) I'm usually slow at drawing, but I had my phone, some spare time, and a whole lot of inspiration for the prompts "water" and "bloody surface" lol
How did I not post actual whump art of mine on the tungle?? Who knows lol, not me
Pete Spencer's character profile is [Here]
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redd956 · 1 year
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Feral Whumpees Ideas: Pet Whump Ver.
CW: pet whump, and the usual that comes with it??? (I’ll put it all in the hashtags
By now bear with me, I am not familiar to throwing out pet whump ideas, so I’m doing my best here
Also a continuation/re-rendition of this post
- Whumpee turning against Whumper, showing them how bad a feral pet can be
- A muzzled whumpee still snarling underneath the restraints
-Whumpee jerking violently backwards after making a charge while still being tethered
- Whumpee bashing and throwing themselves against their cage as soon as anyone nears it
- Again, the tranq-gun
- Caretaker being forced to muzzle Whumpee, knowing they’ll never unhear about the betrayal later
- A starved/abused whumpee going feral at the next living thing they see
- Rescued whumpee that is perfectly fine, calm, and recovering until they come in contact with a stranger, then they turn feral on a whim
- Whumper keeping feral whumpee, but getting a new shiny untampered replacement
- A team needing to subdue whumpee
- a monstrous whumpee bearing claws and teeth, making inhumane sounds
- Whumper handing over a concealed cage to Caretaker, as the nervous instantly regretting caretaker watched the cage shake, rattle, and snarl.
- Whumper trained whumpee to be their little guard pet, and now they will do anything to protect their whumper, and turn feral towards the caretaker trying to take them away from said whumper
- Whumpee who has decided to become the guard pet to Caretaker, not letting anyone ever get close when they’re around
- A whumpee such an absolute unit, and so feral that they are restrained by not just a muzzle and chains, but mittens wrapped tight around their hands, a bell/shock collar (and a sharp tail wrapped in cloth)
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cpt-winters · 1 year
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Okay, so I've Had a Whumpy Thought...
Upon their arrival, Team halts dead in their tracks, staring wide-eyed as Whumpee wraps the chains Whumper once used to bind them around Whumper's neck, pulling back with all their strength with a crazed, almost-animalistic look in their eyes.
Cue Whumpee collapsing to their knees after Whumper's body slumps to the floor. That thousand-yard stare falling over Whumpee's features as their mind refuses to register whatever following commotion unfurls around them.
Can't stop thinking about variations of this trope after reading this post
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For the trope game! Restraints?
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
Restraints, restraints, restraints…. Where do I even begin?
I know I mention this every time but I just love it so much
Caretaker whump. Imagine, caretaker restrained at one end of the room while being forced to watch as whumper mercilessly beats or even electrocutes whumpee. (Or whatever you prefer)
Just think about the struggle. Maybe even rubbing their wrists raw just trying to get to them.
Or maybe whumpee’s alone with whumper, unable to move an inch as whumper stalks closer. Maybe their gagged, making it impossible for them to beg for mercy. Imagine the tears running down their cheeks, over the gag, struggling to find a way to escape all while tiring themself out.
So, yes, I love restraints. Let me know if I should write a real prompt with them idk.
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A commission for @doctorliamsr 💖 thank you! He was super fun to draw!
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jordanstrophe · 6 months
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Hallow Island, 2
[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]
CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint
The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.
Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.
"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.
"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.
The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.
Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.
"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.
"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.
Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.
"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.
Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.
Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.
The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.
Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.
"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.
Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place. 
To be continued- [Series Masterlist]
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Whump Prompt #5
Previous Prompt
CWs: caretaker-turned-whumpee, pet whump, torture, tongue whump, implied cut-off tongue, caretaker replacing whumpee, intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, implied multiple whumpees, restraint whump, captivity whump
Crimson coated most of the surfaces of the basement. Caretaker could see layers of it, some dried and some fresh. Obviously, the fresh ones came from no one else but them.
They winced at the sound Whumper’s tools made when they clattered on the table. It ringed in their ears, even when it shouldn’t have. They tugged at their bindings, but it only made the rope dig deeper into their skin.
“You look pretty like that, you know.” Whumper’s voice replaced the silence. “It’s a breath of fresh air to have you here, Caretaker. I was admittedly getting bored of Whumpee… and was thinking of disposing them soon.”
The wicked smile Whumper had forced Caretaker to hold in their breath. The salty, metallic taste overwhelmed their mouth. It was no use begging anymore when they could feel lacerations on their tongue.
“So Caretaker, I wonder how long you will last?”
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A Monster of His Own Making (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)
Whumpcember 2022 Day 10
Whumpcember Prompt Masterlist
Prompt: "I won't leave you."
Word Count: Four scenes of ~250 words each, 1k total
This is a part of a personal Pokémon Fanfiction series, My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey, and is looking at a part of a story that I haven't gotten to and put out there yet, Ditto Defect, but have MANY ideas for. This is a short little overview through a secondary POV character, N. It's set in Unova with Team Plasma as the antagonists, though I have a nice little OC antagonist so I don't have to struggle with too many canon characters. 
My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist
This short is from N’s POV, multiple moments in the story that went wrong as he’s trying to do what he thinks is right and best, actively being ruined by Team Plasma and concerning the main POV character, Crystal. Enjoy!
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N sat with Crystal in Nimbasa City's Rondez-View Ferris wheel. He recognized her eyes – the defensive, scared look. Even as she pushed it down, he almost could see it all the more clearly. What makes you so afraid?
He knew that nearly having her Luxray stolen must be weighing on her mind, but that wasn't all. Her Pokémon knew it, too, he could see how protective of their trainer they were. He had noticed their distrusting stares, their silence and rigidity when he was around.
He just wanted to promise that he wouldn't leave her to her fear. Revealing his role as King of Team Plasma was meant to be comforting, reassuring, something positive and beneficial. He could tell that her Pokémon cared deeply for her, and her for them. This wasn't an example of a bad trainer. Maybe he could help her, and she could help him free abused Pokémon. If she loves them so much, surely—
But she only distrusted him more, once he revealed his secret and learned of hers. Their brief time wandering around Castelia City and Nimbasa City didn't matter. She saw him as a threat to her safety, saw Team Plasma as a threat to her Pokémon. You’re so concerned with what happens to everyone else after you're caught by them. But not about what happens to you. After Team Plasma's actions at the Castelia City Pokémon Center, N couldn't really blame her. But he wished that she wouldn't compare him to them. 
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Per last order. P2 Lab.
N could only think about the message. He'd wanted to help her, but instead all this turned out to be his fault... Them finding her was his fault, and his failure to put an end to the P2 Laboratory. 
He sat in his room at N Castle. He thought of the Pokémon he had been given to care for throughout his childhood and adolescence. In another time, he could almost imagine Crystal here. He wasn't sure what form she had, or what age she could have come here as, but he could almost imagine hearing a conversation between her and Ghetsis, or maybe the Shadow Triad, or soothing a scared Pokémon, all just out of sight. In another, better time, she could have learned of his purpose, their purpose, and they could free Pokémon from people forever.
But in reality, she was the one he had to free.
N let the anger come. He felt it, then took a breath to compose himself. He wouldn't just let them use her. He promised he wouldn't let them use her as a weapon, he wouldn't leave her to that fate that the Genesect had. It was time to make good on that promise. He would go to the P2 Laboratory himself.
He would burn it to the ground if he had to.
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N watched, through his own eyes, as the Team Plasma members detained the paralyzed amalgamation of an Alolan Ninetales and Vaporeon – That's Crystal, not some creature – and he couldn't do a thing about it. All he could do, as the king of Team Plasma, was promise her, I won't leave you to this fate, and hope that he could keep the promise.
Her eyes found him, as someone with a syringe approached her, and he saw the snarl start on her face – before it laxed, and then her eyes closed. She had tried fighting to keep them open, but even a shape-shifter like her couldn't fight poison and sedatives.
He kept his composure as they entered the underground portion of the P2 Laboratory. He played his part, acted as they expected him to, but he was stuck on how Crystal was taking the repercussions for his mistakes. I really meant it. I meant to protect you. But I didn't think I had to protect you from my own people. He watched them, detached, as they dragged her soaking and unconscious body away, tangled in the net and the blue Frillish that clung to her, the heavy and limp Vaporeon tail leaving a streak of water behind them.
He couldn't follow them then, but he knew that he'd find her in the observation laboratory. He had to make his presence known, and make them believe he was willing to help them – whatever their goals were for using Crystal. For the greater good of Pokémon, he thought bitterly. 
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He stared, blankly, in shock at the creature that had once been a friend. The distrust that he had accepted was replaced by hostility and snarling. Her dark fur, no longer snow-white, couldn't have been a choice of her own. Even the Vaporeon leg and tail had a strange, ash-like hue.
Something glowed a molten orange in her mane. Some kind of crystal, or stone. He could see a collar of sorts under the chains that didn't let her venture far from the back wall.
"I guess I have to fix this before it gets worse," N told her, guilty. "What are they doing to you?"
Crystal just snarled at him, as if she were feral. More feral than anything he had seen, since—
Those Pokémon, he realized. Fifteen years ago. Those dark Pokémon. It took so long for them to return to normal... He didn't remember how they were calmed, he just remembered that they had been cured.
"How do I help you? How do I sooth you?" N asked Crystal, not expecting an answer. He could see the pain in her angry eyes.
Then he remembered. She mentioned going to sleep to some music she collected from her travels. They never said that they had her stuff. But why would they?
"I'm going to find your music, and then you'll start recovering. I'll be back. I won't leave you here."
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hey-that-hurt · 3 months
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I love minimal restraints that are still more than enough to prevent the whumpee from fighting back.
Restraints that behave like kryptonite, sucking the strength out of whumpee until they are as weak as any normal person— or weaker. They could be chains, or cuffs, or even a mere necklace. They won’t come off, and their overwhelming presence is always felt.
Restraints that serve as a threat. Explosive anklets. Shock collars. It’s painful, being able to move freely. It forces the whumpee to become their own restraints, to take part in their own imprisonment.
I love restraints that don’t need to be bulky to keep someone down.
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whumpprentice · 5 months
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A superpowered character losing control of their powers and having to be restrained or sedated for their own safety. Is this anything  
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Some quick caretaker whump
I have been super unreliable with my writing 😅. I am sorry 😢. Buuut her is some lovely caretaker whump ❤️
cw: torture, forced to watch, intimate whumper(?), restraints, crying, language, electrocution, knives, blood, angstttt, lmk if I missed anything ❤️
“WHUMPEE!” Caretaker flung themselves against his chains for what felt like the millionth time.
Whumpee was too busy writhing under Whumper’s taser as he pressed it into a gash on whumpee’s rib. Whumper had been carving into whumpee then proceeding to electrocute the cuts for over an hour at this point. Tear stains tracked down whumpee’s cheeks, both clouding their vision and dripping into some of their cuts.
“Whumper I swear to god- please-“ caretaker rasped, still pulling at their restraints, rubbing the skin on their wrists raw to the point that blood was running down their hands.
Whumper pressed the taser into whumpee’s neck before pausing for a moment to stalk towards caretaker.
“Please what, Caretaker?” Whumper crouched down, grabbing him by his chin gently, a stark contrast to how he had been hurting whumpee.
“Please-god please, hur- hurt me.”
Whumper just smiled his wolffish grin.
“Oh Caretaker-“ he leaned in close to whisper in caretakers ear “-I already am.” Caretaker’s heart sank. If he couldn’t protect whumpee-
Whumpee let out a pained whimper, snagging both careatker’s and whumpers attention.
Whumper stood back up, smirk still plastered on his face as he turned and walked towards whumpee.
Whumpee whined and struggled against their chains suspending them.
“Whumper don’t you fucking dare- leave them alone or I’ll-“
“Or you’ll what? Threaten me again? Face it caretaker, you’re both helpless right now.”
Whumper pulled out the taser again.
“what do you think Caretaker? Should we try the highest setting?”
caretaker didn’t even have time to reply before whumper pressed the taser against whumpee’s flesh and held it there on the highest setting.
Caretaker screamed at the same time Whumpee let out a blood curdling shriek before going silent as the taser left their body. Their head slumped forward and they went completely limp.
whumper lightly tapped their cheek to rouse them to no avail.
“hmm, pity, looks like they’re out cold. I was just starting to have fun.”
once the door slammed behind whumper, Caretaker allowed himself to finally break down. How the hell was he supposed to keep whumpee safe?
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serickswrites · 2 months
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The Point
Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture
"Don't move," Whumper said as they pointed their sword at Whumpee's throat.
Whumpee was seething. They had been running for so long they had thought they would evade Whumper. Whumper proved to be a far more difficult adversary than Whumpee thought. "How did you find me?" Whumpee kept their hands up where Whumper could see them. They didn't want to give Whumper an excuse to hurt them.
Whumper smirked. "You're not hard prey to catch, Whumpee." They tossed a pair of manacles at Whumpee's feet. "Put these on," they ordered.
"And if I refuse?" Whumpee wasn't going to be complicit in their own kidnapping.
Whumper flicked the sword, slicing a lock of hair from Whumpee's head. "I won't miss next time." Whumper placed the sword tip on Whumpee's cheek. "Put these on. Don't make me order you a third time."
Whumpee didn't want to put the manacles on. They didn't want to be restrained and at the mercy of Whumper. They knew what awaited them in Whumper's dungeon. But they also couldn't be stabbed. Whumper would just as soon kill them as wound them. And they needed to buy Caretaker time to find them.
With great trepidation, Whumpee knelt to pick up the manacles. "What are you going to do to me?" They asked as they snapped the manacles into place. The manacles were tight and bruising on their wrists.
"Anything and everything," Whumper said as their eyes darkened. "Anything and everything, Whumpee."
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