@lovemelikeparis for requesting a whumper torturing for information with barbed wire! This got kinda long :)
“As I’m sure you know, torturing people doesn’t actually do much.”
The whumper circled them as they craned their neck to try to keep him in sight. They were tied to a chair with no room to move.
“It can even be counter productive, the victim will almost always lie, or the memories might be damaged.”
The whumper continued circling, hands clasped behind his back.
“Which, of course, is why you torture their loved ones.”
The whumper turned towards the door abruptly.
“Bring him in!”
Two of the whumper’s henchmen dragged in whumpee’s friend, shirtless and bound to a chair similar to theirs.
“Hold on just a sec-” They were cut off as the whumper slapped tape over their mouth, muffling their sentence.
“You’ll get your chance to talk, just not right away. Obviously you don’t think I really mean business if you’re saying silly things like “hold on a sec”.”
One of the henchmen handed the whumper an object wrapped in cloth.
“So it’s time for a demonstration! Just for a minute, don’t worry.”
The whumper unwrapped the object, setting it down for the two captives to look at while he took his time wrapping his hands in a thick layer of bandages.
A length of barbed wire sat on the ground between them, and the friends looked at each other.
“I’ll be fine. We thought I was the only one who was gonna get caught, remember? I was already ready for this.” Their friend leaned forward as far as he could, which was about half an inch. “Don’t tell him. Don’t lie either, just don’t say anything.”
The whumpee mumbled through the tape, unable to tell their friend that they would lie, their friend couldn’t stop them, they just didn’t want to see him get hurt. They wouldn’t have been able to tell him anyway though, not with the whumper here.
“Oh, and whumpee?” The whumper had finished wrapping his hands, and was now bending to pick up the barbed wire. “If you say something that I go to investigate, and I find out you lied?”
The whumper turned to them, stretching the wire between his hands.
“Your friend dies. Slowly, in front of you.”
The whumper chuckled.
“And then I’ll take another friend. And another, and if you make me keep going then maybe I’ll have to start on your family.”
The whumper leaned down, putting his face inches from the whumpees.
“So the real question behind all these other ones is really, how many people do you want to see hurt, whumpee?”
The whumper smiled before walking over to their friend, who was not hiding his fear very well anymore.
The whumper traced their friend’s cheek with the wire, gently scraping his skin, no marks yet.
“Now, where should we start? I think somewhere I can stand behind you, I want to see the look on your buddy’s face.”
The whumper walked behind their friend, looping the wire over his chest and pulling it tight. Little drops of blood welled up underneath the spikes.
They grunted through the tape, wiggling their mouth in an attempt to get it off. Was the whumper not even going to ask questions yet? Were they not even going to get a chance to stop this?
The whumper started dragging the wire over their friend’s chest, scoring the skin. The injuries were still shallow, but they saw their friend’s mouth tighten, lips pressing to together.
Was he really holding back noise already? Or was he just getting used to how much it hurt?
The whumper pressed in harder, smile widening as the scratches deepened into thin gashes. Their friend’s eyes squeezed shut.
Whumpee shouted through the tape, watching in increasing panic as blood ran down their friend’s chest and stomach.
“Got something to say?”
The whumper stopped moving the wire and their friend visibly relaxed, breathing unsteady. They nodded vigorously.
“Would it be about your bases’ security, perhaps?”
The whumpee nodded again, trying to think of a half truth, something that wouldn’t get anyone in any trouble. The whumper walked over and peeled the tape off their mouth, then waited for them to talk.
“There’s guard dogs, and, um, some person guards to listen to those. The setup changes every so often so I don’t know what it is right now.”
There. It sounded very real, the lie part being that they did know when the next change was and where the guards would be. But they didn’t know what it was right now, it’s not like they had the date.
“Hm, that’s not very detailed now is it. Guess I’ll have to keep going.”
The whumpee couldn’t get their protests out before the tape was back on their mouth.
The whumper continued dragging the wire across their friend’s chest and arms, drawing uneven, bloody lines. He went on longer this time, despite the whumpee’s muffled shouts. Their friend looked like he was holding back tears, they were too far away to really see but his eyelashes might’ve been wet. The whumper lifted the wire, moving around the whumpee’s friend so he was standing in front.
“You know, I’m not sure if I can actually do this without hurting myself, but now’s as good a time as any to find out right?”
The whumper took a few steps back, shooting a smile at the whumpee before turning back to their friend. He flicked the barbed wire, catching their friend on the chin and leaving two shallow cuts. The wire coiled itself back up, suddenly reminding the whumpee of a snake ready to strike. The whumper considered, then flipped the coil over, holding it so he could use it more like a whip. He struck again, this time harder, hitting their friend full in the face.
Their friend flinched, eyes shut tighter than ever. Blood trickled down his face. His movement had also disturbed the wounds on his torso, which gave another few streams of blood before they slowed down again.
The whumpee tried to get the tape off again. They succeeded in getting it looser, and they continued working at it. They didn’t get any further though, and all they could do was watch as the whumper set up for his next strike.
The whumper continued whipping their friend until the whumpee was hoarse from screaming through the tape. Their friend was crying now, tears pink from the blood on his face. The whumper finally stopped, dragging the wire slowly from where it had hooked over their friend’s shoulder. He walked back over, taking the tape off them.
“Now, why don’t you tell me about the layout of your base.”
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