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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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[serickswrites]

"I'm Fine."

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, bloody nose, bruises, rescue

Caretaker quickly made their way through the abandoned warehouse. Whumper had said that they taken Whumpee here. That they tortured Whumpee here. And that they left Whumpee to die here.

Caretaker prayed they weren't too late.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker called, hoping beyond hope that Whumpee could hear them. No sound came. "Come on, Whumpee. I'm here. I'm here. Please, say something."

Caretaker rounded the corner and gave a gasp. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee was slumped over in the chair they were bound to. Blood coated their shirt, parts of the chair, and had dripped onto the floor in places. Whumpee moaned at the sound of Caretaker rushing forward.

"Whumpee! Say something. Talk to me, Whumpee."

"Caretakerrrr," Whumpee croaked. They lifted their head weakly and blinked up at Caretaker. Their face was swollen and bruised, blood dripping in a steady stream from their nose. "'m finnnnnne."

"You are definitely not fine. But I'm here. I've got you. Let's get you out of here."

Whumpee nodded and let their head drop. "'ump'r?"

"Handled." Caretaker quickly began to saw through the thick coils of rope at Whumpee's ankles. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, Whumpee."

"'s'kay," Whumpee's voice was barely audible.

Caretaker looked up at Whumpee. Whumpee's face was ghostly pale, and they blinked slowly, their eyes beginning to roll back as they stared down at Caretaker. "None of that, Whumpee," Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek as they rose up and began to saw at the ropes on Whumpee's wrists. "None of that. You stay awake and with me, you here? Whumpee!"

"'m 'wakkkkke," Whumpee hissed as they gritted their teeth, fighting unconsciousness. "So.....so tireddddd."

"I know you are, Whumpee. But you have to stay awake. You have to stay awake until I can get you to help. Ok?"

Whumpee nodded, as they swallowed hard. "Stay'ng."

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[serickswrites]

Obey

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, asphyxiation

"Obey me and I won't hurt you again, Whumpee," Whumper purred in Whumpee's ear. "I'll even let you breathe as much as you want."

Whumpee's chest heaved as they gasped for air. Whumper had been strangling them for the better part of an hour. "Anything.....I'll," gasp, "do anything." Whumpee gasped again.

Whumper smiled down at Whumpee, their fingers loose around Whumpee's throat. "Say please."

"Pl-Pl-Please," Whumpee whispered. They would do anything, anything, to get Whumper to stop.

"Very good, that's right, beg me," Whumper snickered as their fingers closed tightly around Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee struggled in Whumper's grasp. Struggled to breathe, struggled to take a breath. But it was no use, Whumper's grip was too tight. They couldn't get a breath in. And as black spots peppered their vision, Whumpee let themself go limp, let their hands soften in their restraints.

Just as Whumpee felt the edge of their grip on consciousness, Whumper released their grip. Whumpee coughed, gasping desperately for air. "Y-Y-You....li-li-lied," Whumpee finally managed to say.

"You believed me. That's not my fault. Why would you believe the person who's been torturing you for the last several hours? Why would I be honest?" Whumper sneered down at Whumpee. "Face it, Whumpee, even if you obey me, your life is mine to do with as I want."

Whumpee opened their mouth to argue, but they were silenced as Whumper closed their fingers once more, cutting off all of Whumpee's air.

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[serickswrites]

Why Won't It Stop?

Warnings: explosion, head injury, blood, bloody nose, unconsciousness

Caretaker staggered out of the burning building, Whumpee following closely on their heels. "Why won't it stop?" Whumpee whined.

"What?" Caretaker couldn't hear out of one ear.

"The ringing. In my ears. It's so loud. Why won't it stop?" Whumpee stopped walking and clamped their hands over their ears. "It's so loud, Caretaker."

"Whumpee, we were just in a major explosion. It's normal to have some tinnitus."

"Some what?" Whumpee let their hands drop. Caretaker could see blood trickling from their right ear.

"Tinnitus--ringing in your ears. I'm sure when my hearing comes back in this ear," they pulled on their left earlobe, "it'll be ringing and ringing and ringing."

Whumpee screwed their face up. "It's so loud."

"I know, Whumpee. I know. If there's something the medics can do, they will. Are you sure that's the only thing wrong?" Caretaker stopped and really looked at Whumpee.

Whumpee's hair and clothes were coated in a fine layer of dust. Both ears had blood slowly trickling down--both ear drums had probably ruptured in the blast. Whumpee's face was pale, but Caretaker wasn't sure how much of that was dust. They were sure they looked just as bad as Whumpee.

"'m fine. Why?" Whumpee stopped and stared at Caretaker.

"Because your nose is bleeding," Caretaker said as they patted their pockets for a tissue.

"Hmmm," Whumpee muttered as they took a stumbling step and listed sideways. "I....I....I'm gonna be sick."

Caretaker had a moment to register Whumpee's words as Whumpee dropped to their knees and collapsed forward. "Whumpee!" Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee. But as Caretaker turned Whumpee onto their side and placed Whumpee into the recovery position, Caretaker's stomach dropped. Blood dripped in a steady flow from Whumpee's nose and had begun to drip from Whumpee's mouth. "HELP!" Caretaker roared hoping someone would come. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

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[serickswrites]

You're Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee clawed their way back to consciousness. They were exhausted. Days and days of torture at Whumper's hand had taken its toll on their body. Between the pain and blood loss, Whumpee had passed out while Whumper worked on them.

But now was time to wake up. They needed to be awake. Need to be alert enough to figure out a plan to get away. To escape. They had to wake up.

The dimly room was musty and freezing. Wherever Whumper had been keeping Whumpee, it hadn't been used in a long time. A scraping sound had Whumpee wrenching their eyes open.

"Oh good, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the far side of the room.

"C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee croaked. Their throat was raw from all their screaming over the last several days.

"I'm here, Whumpee, I'm here." Caretaker came into Whumpee's field of vision. They cupped Whumpee's cheek with their warm hand. Whumpee leaned into their soft, tender touch. "I am sorry it took me so long to get here."

"You're here," Whumpee said as they gave a sigh of relief. Caretaker was here. They were saved.

"Let's get you out of these cuffs."

"Whumper?" Whumpee dared to hope that Whumper was gone.

"Taken care of, love. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

Whumpee sighed. Whumper was gone. Caretaker was here. They were safe. Suddenly everything seemed lighter and softer. They began to close their eyes once more.

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open." Caretaker's voice was urgent. So urgent. But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care.

"Mmmmm," was all they could manage.

"Shit. Whumpee. Whumpee! Love, look at me. Open your eyes. Where's all this blood from? Whumpee!"

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker where Whumper had sliced through layers and layers of skin. Wanted to tell Caretaker where they had been stabbed. Wanted to tell Caretaker about all their aches and pains. But they were so cold. And tired. And most of all, they were safe. Whumpee sank back into the darkness, knowing that Caretaker had them, and they would be safe. No matter what.

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[serickswrites]

When You Can't Run

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

"If you can't run you walk. If you can't walk you crawl. And if you can't crawl, I'll carry you."

Those were the words Team Leader always preached to their team. Team Leader would never let their team give up. Would never let a member fall behind. And they would never leave a teammate behind.

Team Leader trailed behind Teammate One. They felt like they had been walking for hours, but knew it had likely on been half an hour since they escaped Whumper's compound by the skin of their teeth. Teammate One had really stood up and taken charge the moment it became clear it was their time to run.

Team Leader was glad for that. They didn't think they were up for much of anything they were so weak. It wasn't the days of torture that had them so weak. Nor was it the minimal food and water that had them so weak. It was the deeply infected wound on the small of their back that had them so weak.

But they had to keep going. They had to get out of there. And Teammate One wasn't likely to leave them behind if Team Leader said they would wait here for rescue while Teammate One ran for help. Teammate One would never leave anyone behind.

"You ok, Team Leader? I can slow down if you like." Teammate One peered over their shoulder.

Team Leader shook their head. They could feel the blood dripping down their back as the wound reopened for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "I'm right behind you."

"You always said to us 'when you can't run you walk,' so let's just walk together." Teammate One slowed down until their strides matched Team Leader's clumsy ones. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Just a little under the weather. Days of torture, you know," Team Leader joked, though they couldn't quite muster the energy to smile.

"Yeah, it was pretty shitty, wasn't it?" Teammate One said as they faced forward, though they kept one eye on Team Leader.

Team Leader nodded weakly as they stumbled. Teammate One grabbed their shoulder and was the only reason they didn't face plant on the dirt in front of them. "I.....I....I thinkkkkkk I......I.....I nnnneeeedddd y-y-you tttttto d-d-d-d-oooo th-th-the rest....st...st," Team Leader mumbled, unable to bring themself to say the rest of the words they always told their team.

"Team Leader?" Teammate One shouted as Team Leader's knees gave out and they collapsed. "Team Leader!"

Team Leader fainted dead away in Teammate One's grasp. They didn't hear Teammate One's frantic shouts. Didn't hear Teammate One's gasp as Teammate One finally found the wound on their back. And they didn't hear Teammate One curse as Teammate One lifted them.

"Don't you dare quit on me, Team Leader. I will carry you. And when you're awake, we are going to have a discussion about amending our team motto." Teammate One ran as fast as they could through the forest, Team Leader clutched tightly in their arms. They would get Team Leader to safety. Team Leader couldn't crawl, and so they would carry Team Leader the whole way home.

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[serickswrites]

Jack Frost

Warnings: drugging, unconsciousness, captivity, creepy/intimate whumper

Everything was soft. And warm. And Whumpee didn't want to open their eyes. They were so comfortable. So peaceful. Caretaker snuggled them from behind and they couldn't be happier.

Whumpee didn't remember falling asleep. But that didn't matter. They were so happy. Sleep made everything hazy. Whumpee tried to rouse themself, to chase the haze of slumber away.

But they couldn't.

And that is what made Whumpee's heart pound. Why couldn't they wake? Why couldn't they move? What had happened?

"Shhh, shhh, my sweets," Whumper purred in Whumpee's ear. "It's all going to be fine. I've got you, my sweet. You are so beautiful when you sleep."

Whumpee tried to pull away from Whumper, but Whumper gripped them tighter. "NNNNNNN--"

"Shhhhh, shhhh. Rest. You need rest, sweets. You've had a big day. You need your rest."

But Whumpee couldn't calm themself. They had to get away from Whumper! They tried to pull away. Tried to wrench their eyes open and get away. The sharp sting of the needle had them freezing.

"I had thought you would sleep longer. My mistake, my sweets," Whumper cooed in Whumpee's ear as they injected the sedative. "Rest. I love to watch you rest."

And though Whumpee fought against the darkness, fought against sleep, they were powerless to the sedative. They once more fell into a deep sleep in Whumper's arms. "So beautiful," Whumper whispered as they stroked Whumpee's cheek. "And so mine."

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[serickswrites]

Lie to Me

Warnings: captivity, torture, threats of violence

Whumpee held themself very still, just like Caretaker told them to. Caretaker had told them to hold as still as possible, to barely even breathe when Whumper returned. It was the only way for their plan to work.

"I'm going to tell them that you died. That I need to bury you. Then we can make a run for it." Caretaker urged. "It'll work. I promise."

And so Whumpee found themself holding themself very still as they lay face down in the cell. This part was easy. Their body hurt so much from the torture they had endured at Whumper's hand, not moving was very easy.

"You're supposed to have Whumpee ready for me when I come in, Caretaker. Do we need to relearn that lesson?" Whumper's nasal drawl came from the entrance to the cell.

"Whumpee's dead. They stopped breathing a few hours ago," Caretaker's voice was devoid of all emotion. Would Whumper believe them?

"What did you say?" Whumper's voice was closer.

"Whumpee died of their injuries. You killed them, what else do you want me to say?" Caretaker's voice was empty. Whumpee thought as empty as you'd expect when you'd watch someone die.

Whumpee felt Whumper's boot nudge their side. They allowed their body to roll with the movement. They just needed to be limp enough, convincing enough. Then they would be free. Just a bit longer.

Caretaker's voice had Whumpee's blood running cold. "Don't--" Whumper's hand closed around Whumpee's hair and they lifted. Whumpee cried out in pain as Whumper bent their neck back.

"Dead, huh, little one?" Whumper smiled down at Whumpee. "Lie to me again, Caretaker, and we will see what fun we can have that will make your little words ring true."

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[serickswrites]

Hell

Warnings: blood, injury

"I am one hundred and twenty percent certain that Hell is filled with people like you," Hero spat as Villain held a bandage to the bloody wound on their side.

"People like me?" Villain couldn't help but be confused. They were helping Hero.

"Yeah, insufferable bastards who secretly do good, but don't want people to know otherwise." Hero leaned back against the wall.

"Why would people like that be in Hell?" Villain smiled as they worked. At least Hero was feeling well enough to yell at them.

"To punish you for not being honest." Hero closed their eyes and let out a breath. "People wouldn't hate you so much if they knew how much you help me."

Villain shrugged. "I don't care what people think, Hero. You know that."

Hero cracked open an eye. "Yeah, well you should. You should."

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[serickswrites]

Accept

"Have you considered my offer?" Hero said as they stared at Villain over their mug of tea.

"I have," Villain replied warily. Their eyes were careful as they watched Hero pick up the mug.

"And?" Hero sounded hopeful. Which made Villain's reply all the more difficult.

"It's a great offer. But....I can't accept it." Villain looked away before they could see the disappointment in Hero's eyes.

"And why can't you?" Hero set their mug down and stood up. "Why can't you?" They repeated as they walked to Villain's chair.

Villain looked anywhere but at Hero. "Because it's too good for me. I...I don't deserve your kindness. Not after everything." They hung their head, unable to hide their shame.

Hero knelt down and cupped Villain's cheek. "Oh, Villain. Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves kindness."

Villain put their hand on Hero's, but couldn't bring themself to pull it away. It had been so long that anyone had touched them with gentle hands. With love. They began to cry. "I'm evil. I....I can't redeem myself."

"You are not evil. You can redeem yourself. And you are not to blame for everything."

"I am," Villain whispered.

"No. No you are not. Supervillain's vile actions know no bounds. I know they have done unspeakable things to get you to cooperate." Hero rose. "The offer still stands. Please think about it."

And they left before Villain could reply. Villain continued to cry. They were undeserving of any kindness, any peace, and yet Hero continued to try and be kind to them. They couldn't accept the offer because Hero was too good for them. Villain deserved whatever fate the world had in store for them. And they wouldn't drag Hero down with them.

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[serickswrites]

Lump in my Throat

Warnings: collar, gag, pet whump

"Aren't you just lovely?" The Master said as they circled the Pet, fingers ghosting along the thick leather collar at the Pet's throat.

The Pet swallowed. It was all they could do with the ball gag in their mouth. The Master had shoved that into their mouth when they talked back earlier this morning.

"Things could be this nice if you would let them, my Pet," the Master said as they wrapped their arms around the Pet and inhaled. "You could be so well cared for, my Pet. Better than most. You just have to let me."

The Pet would rather die than let the Master care for them. But they didn't have a choice. All they could do is sit there while the Master cooed and touched them.

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[serickswrites]

Precise

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints

Whumpee lay on their side in their cell. It was the only way they could lay down comfortably with the chains connecting their wrists to their ankles and to the big ring on the wall. If they lay close enough to the wall, they could rest on their side, head on the concrete floor.

Their body hurt. They were tired. And they could barely think above the pain. Everything was pain and there was going to be no end to the pain, they knew that.

And so Whumpee let their mind wander. It wandered to where it always wandered. Caretaker. And their life before with Caretaker. It was the only thing that gave them comfort in this time of pain. The only thing that gave them hope that they could go back.

But today was different.

As Whumpee remembered a particularly soft, warm day spent picnicking in the park and napping in the sun, Whumpee couldn't recall the sound of Caretaker's laugh. Though they both laughed throughout the day at the park, Whumpee couldn't recall the sound.

Panic gripped Whumpee as they tried to bring more of Caretaker to their mind. They sobbed as they realized just how fuzzy Caretaker's face had become in their memories. How muted. How nondescript. No longer precise.

Whumpee hunched over themself as they sobbed harder. Because this was the worst thing Whumper could have done to them. Worse than any pain, any physical harm. Worse than any threat. It was the worst because it meant that soon they would forget Caretaker and only know Whumper. And Whumpee couldn't bear the thought of that.

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[serickswrites]

Set Up

Part 2 Part 3

Supervillain stalked closer and closer, but Hero was too weak to rise. Too weak to try and run away. They lay there waiting for their impending doom. 

“Don’t worry, little one,” Supervillain said as they crouched down, “you were set up to fail. Superhero always sets their apprentices up to fail.”

Hero opened their mouth to reply, but found they had no words. They squeezed their eyes shut against the tears that threatened to spill over. How could Superhero send them off to their death? After everything?

“Shhh, shhh,” Supervillain said soothingly as they reached out to cup Hero’s cheek. “Don’t cry. It’ll be quick.”

“Please,” Hero finally managed to gasp out. “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything. Anything! Please. Let me live.”

Supervillain took Hero’s chin between their thumb and forefinger, drawing Hero closer. “Anything? That’s a big offer. Are you sure?”

Hero knew they would come to regret this. But they had no choice. Doing anything for Supervillain seemed a lot better than dying right now. They nodded. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Supervillain smiled softly and lifted Hero into the air. “Let’s go then.”

“Go?” Hero didn’t like how gently Supervillain held them, almost tenderly even. 

“Yes. You’re going home with me. We’ll start your training when you’re ready.”

“What?” Hero was sure that this was some sort of sick joke. 

“Unlike Superhero, I don’t set up my apprentices for failure. I make sure they have adequate training and only send them out when they are good and ready. Join me, Hero, and your life will vastly improve.”

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[serickswrites]

Strands

Hero lay in bed, curled around Villain. They were so content and at peace. Rarely was that a feeling for them these days, but at least here at home they could relax. They were safe.

Villain lazily carded their fingers through Hero's hair. "We probably need to get your hair cut soon, love," they murmured sleepily.

Hero groaned. "That would require moving. I don't want to move. I want to stay in bed with you forever."

Villain chuckled and kissed the top of Hero's head. "Well, we don't have to move any time soon. And I don't mind that your hair is long."

Hero hummed their agreement and closed their eyes. They were safe with their lover. Safe from the world and all its pains. And Villain would let them sleep until they were fully rested. Hero couldn't be happier.

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[serickswrites]

Truth

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, physical violence, bruises, truth serum, drugging, noncon drug use, video recording, hostage sitaution

"Please, don't," Whumpee begged. "Please, you don't have to do this." They shook in the restraints Whumper had used to bind them to the table. They watched Whumper with wide, terror-filled eyes, as Whumper advanced on them, syringe in hand.

Whumper back handed Whumpee hard. Whumpee whimpered with the pain. "Don't speak until I speak to you," Whumper growled. "And besides, I want to do this, Whumpee. You have what I want. And I always get what I want."

Whumpee could feel their lip swell from where Whumper had struck them. They knew their face was bruised from Whumper's rough handling of them. But still, they didn't want Whumper to inject them with whatever was in that vial. "Please," they tried once more. Surely, Whumper would be reasonable.

Whumper grinned wickedly as they stabbed Whumpee's arm with the syringe. "No," they said as they depressed the plunger.

Whumpee's veins were on fire. Every part of them was on fire. They couldn't breathe through the fire. Someone was screaming. It was them. They were screaming. Every single cell in their body was on fire.

Whumpee had no idea when the flames receded. They had no idea how much time had passed. They only knew that Whumper was speaking gently with them, stroking their hair, talking softly. They sobbed. It was all they could do. They were too weak to even turn their head towards Whumper.

"There, there, my sweet. I have one more little treat for you. Smile for the camera." Whumpee felt another needle in their arm. Felt a coolness wash over them. It was a welcome relief to the fire that had consumed them. "Now, you are going to answer all of my questions. And then we will send this video to the person who will actually give me what I want."

"Yes, Whumper," Whumpee heard their voice. But it wasn't their voice. It was dull, no inflection. And yet they felt their lips move.

"And remember, Whumpee," Whumper snickered, "the truth will set you free. So be honest."

"Yes, Whumper."

"Does Caretaker have what I want?" Whumper said from somewhere to their left. They heard Whumper take a step closer. Whumpee couldn't answer that question. They had to keep Caretaker out of this.

"Yes," Whumpee said against their will. They tried to turn their head, but couldn't. They were to weak. Whatever Whumper had given them, it hadn't given them energy. It just made them speak, though they didn't want to.

"Will Caretaker give it up for you?" Whumper said as they leaned over Whumpee, phone in hand.

Whumpee didn't want to answer. They couldn't answer. Because then everything Caretaker had worked for would be undone. "Yes." Whumpee closed their eyes against the tears. Though they hadn't wanted to speak. They had to. Whumper made them. Hopefully Caretaker would forgive them. If they lived long enough for Caretaker to find them.

Whumper climbed onto the table with them, pinched their cheek. "You hear that, Caretaker?" Whumper said as they flipped the camera so that both they and Whumpee were in the frame. "You'll give me what I want for Whumpee. So come get your Whumpee. Or you'll be picking up the pieces from here to kingdom come."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut once more. They had failed Caretaker. Failed and let themself become a hostage. Caretaker had to leave them. Caretaker couldn't come get them. It would be all for nought. "You have two days to collect what I desire and get here, Caretaker. Or Whumpee will face the consequences. Won't you, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded as tears flowed down their cheeks. "Yes, Whumper." They told the truth. However, this truth did not set them free.

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[serickswrites]

Ready Set Go

Warnings: restraints, torture, suffocation

Whumpee’s chest was heaving. They were sweating and shaking. And they were too tired to try and break free from the restraints. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” Whumper smiled as they waved the plastic bag they’d been using to suffocate Whumpee. “You lasted a whole minute and a half this time. What do you see we make it to two this time?”

“Please,” Whumpee rasped. They definitely could not make it to two. “Please,” they begged once more. 

“Big breath,” Whumper coaxed as they pulled the bag over Whumpee’s head, cutting off all access to air. 

Whumpee’s lungs burned immediately, dark spots encroaching on their vision. They struggled against Whumper until it became too much and the darkness took over. 

And blessed, delicious air was suddenly filling their lungs. Whumpee took gulping breaths as they blinked through their tears. “You didn’t even make to a minute fifteen,” Whumper pouted. “You got to do better next time.”

“Please,” Whumpee sobbed. “No more.”

“You gotta make it to at least a minute thirty this time.” Whumper didn’t wait for Whumpee to take a breath this time. They just pulled the bag over and held it tight over Whumpee’s head. 

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