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Attempting whump things help Sparrow, Any pronouns :D Still don’t know how this website works

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“Please, please I’m begging you! Please spare them!”

Whumper hummed thoughtfully, tapping the flat side of the blade on Whumpee’s cheek. Whumpee stood frozen with terror.

“I could… but I do love to watch you both squirm.”

Caretaker struggled against their bonds. “Please! I’ll do anything!”

Whumper smiled. “Anything?”

“Yes! Anything at all! Just please, let them go!”

Whumper smiled, slowly bringing the blade away down before stabbing it through Whumpee’s side.

“Beg harder.”

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Whumper landed one last blow on Whumpee’s stomach, causing them to gasp and curl in on themselves further. Whumper then stormed over to Caretaker, grabbed them by the collar and shoved them against the wall.

“You keep your dog in check or I will.”

With that, Whumper dropped Caretaker and stomped off, leaving Caretaker to pick up the pieces of their dear Whumpee.

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Whumpee thrashed in their restraints, rage taking over their entire being. The muzzle on them was far too tight for them to form words but their red face and high pitched screeches made their feelings very clear. Whumper and their friends laughed at the pathetic display. “Look at you, little beast.” They leaned in, almost nose to nose with Whumpee. “I have something that may calm you down.”

Whumpee simply glared but their stomach dropped when they saw a what Whumper’s friends were pulling in. Caretaker, bruised and bloody, was dragged onto their knees in front of Whumpee.

Whumper grabbed a fistful of Caretaker’s forcing their face towards Whumpee. Caretaker cast their eyes downward, tears of rage and shame welling in them. Whumper smiled. “Now the fun can really begin.”

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“I’ll slice you into bloody ribbons, burn the flesh off your bones, crush your fingers into dust. All while you beg for more.”

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“Help! Please, someone, help me!” Whumpee thrashed violently. Whumper laughed, tightening their grip around Whumpee’s throat. “No one is coming to save you.”

They leaned in, lips against Whumpee’s ear. “But do keep screaming. It’s my favorite sound.”

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“Shh, Shh, it’s okay honey.”

Whumper dropped the cleaver and knelt down. Whumper hugged Whumpee tight with blood-soaked arms and gently carded through their hair. Whumpee whined.

“It’s over, Whumpee. I promise.”

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“I am quite excited to get a look at your bones, Whumpee.”

Whumpee squirmed, pulling against their restraints. “I don’t see how my bones would be any different from regular human bones- please, you really don’t have to do this.”

Whumper smiled to themself as they grabbed their scalpel. “Seeing as how many times your bones have broken and healed, they must be at least somewhat interesting.”

Whumpee looked at the blade, their muscles tense. “Whumper, please- I can give you money, information, anything but this.”

Whumper hummed, delicately wiping the scalpel with an alcohol wipe. “No.”

Whumper approached, staring into Whumpee’s wide, wet eyes. They smiled, holding the blade as if it were a paint brush above Whumpee’s collar bone. “Now, try to stay still. Or don’t. Either way, I will turn you into my masterpiece.” They began to cut and Whumpee screeched. Whumper grinned wide, “What a beautiful mosaic of agony.”

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“Let me remind you of something.” Whumper stepped forward, leaning down to make eye contact with the captive they had hogtied on the ground.

“I’m in control of everything that goes on here. I control your food and water. I dictate who comes in and out of this room. I choose what outside information you hear.” They put their boot on Whumpee’s chest, slowly crushing their ribs. Whumpee closed their eyes tight as Whumper dug their shoe into their sternum. “I decide how much pain you’re in.” Whumper took their boot off Whumpee’s chest, only to kick them hard in the stomach. Whumpee coughed and sputtered, curling in on themselves as much as the ropes allowed.

“Think about that the next time you talk back to me, okay hun?”

With that, Whumper turned, leaving Whumpee to think about what they’ve done.

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Whumpee stands tall in front of Whumper’s cell, steeling their nerves. “You can’t hurt me anymore, Whumper. You can’t hurt me or anyone ever again.”

Whumper laughs. “You’ll never be safe from me,” they sneer, “even when I die, I will still plague your nightmares. You will never have a peaceful rest again.”

Whumpee takes a deep breath “I’ve moved on. You don’t control me anymore.”

Whumper suddenly grabs the bars, causing Whumpee to flinch back. “No matter what you do or where you go, you can’t escape me. Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll see the first scar I carefully carved into you when you talked back to me. Every time you get a headache you’ll think of how I beat you over the head with that lead pipe after your first escape attempted. Every time it’s chilly, you’ll remember how, when I was done with you, I left you in the snow to die alone. When you look at your friends you’ll only see pity in their eyes because of what I made you.”

Whumpee turns around, fists shaking. “You didn’t make me anything.” They walk away, not letting Whumper see the fresh tears slide down their face.

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“I won’t be reduced to your fucking plaything!” Whumper laughed, “Oh, do you not remember the evening I took you, kicking and screaming? Or the day I whipped you until you passed out? Or yesterday, when you begged me not to slice up your precious feet? That made quite the mess.”

Whumper tilted Whumpee’s chin up with a dagger. Whumpee glared up at them, the tears in their eyes betraying their defiant expression. Whumper smiled.

“Don’t you get it, Whumpee? You’ve always been my plaything.”

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Whumpee lay dazed, staring up at the glowing sun and clear sky, the sound of cheering overwhelming their senses. A foot came down on their head, forcing it to the side. Forcing them to look upon the crowd.

“Look at them. Look at how they crave your downfall.” The weight on their head disappeared. “Look at what you’ve become.”

The boot slammed into their stomach. Whumpee curled in on themself, their muscles screaming from the movement.

“Pathetic.”

Another kick.

“Weak.”

Another.

“Unworthy.”

A hand gripped their hair and forced their head up. They saw the blood-thirsty crowd again, their screams of joy piercing Whumpee’s brain.

“Say hello to your comrades in hell.”

The ground came up to meet them and the whole world went dark.

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Whumper spun the iron rod in their hand. Whumpee looked up wearily, their wrists raw from struggling against the rope that tied them tight to the wooden chair. “This, Whumpee, is a freeze brand. You want to know what it does?” “Not particularly, no.” Whumper laughed and went on anyway. “Well, you see, it will cause a burn of sorts. Make a beautiful mark on your lovely skin. Then, it will scar. Oh, how it will scar, red and angry. A forever reminder of your conquerer.” Whumper smiled, holding the freezing rod close to Whumpee’s face. Whumpee could feel the biting cold radiating off it. They shied away as far as they could with their limited mobility.

“Get that thing away from me.”

Whumper hummed. “No, I don’t think I will. Consider it a gift.”

Whumper brought down the iron on Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee writhed and choked, the pain mixing with the dread of having Whumper’s mark forever stained into their skin.

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“Scream louder. Scream so your friends in the back can hear your agony.”

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Whumpee shrieked as Whumper placed a red hot coal on the back of their neck. “Please! Please stop!” Whumpee begged, their throat raw and tears spilling down their face.

Whumper chuckled and pulled back the coal, taking some of Whumpee’s skin with it. “Why would I stop when your screams are just so spectacular?”

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“I will never love you.” Whumpee spat blood at Whumper’s face, They missed, only getting a few splatters on their shoes. Whumper was furious. They grabbed Whumpee by the hair and slammed their head into the concrete. “You will love me!” Whumper punctuated each word by slamming Whumpee’s skull into the ground, painting the floor with fresh blood. When Whumoer finally calmed down, they lifted Whumpee by the hair and stared at their beautiful, blood and tear stained face. Whumper pulled them close, hugging them tightly as Whumpee struggled to breathe with a shattered nose. “You will love me. Because I love you. Because we are meant to be.”