I love a whumpee that’s defiant, but also charming and astute. whumper finds them delightful and lets them do things others never could. that said, whumpee knows there is a line and pays a lot of attention not to cross it.
until one day they fuck up. whumper cannot bear such disrespect and sends them to torturer. they’re strict and cruel, they train whumpee through physical torture to make them compliant.
after a while whumper, who is needy and quite obsessed with whumpee, asks for their little pretty thing back. torturer doesn’t think it’s a good idea, whumpee hasn’t been sufficiently tested, but they have stopped talking back and it’s not like torturer can refuse whumper.
so whumpee comes back and they’re perfect: silent, polite, obsequious. they’re the depiction of compliance and whumper hates it so much. they didn’t expect it to work so well. even the sex has lost its passion, or that’s just their impression.
maybe whumper lashes out at whumpee, hits them and orders them to go back the way they were. whumpee simply apologizes for not being what whumper wants, and humbly asks in what way they wish to be challenged. whumper leaves disgusted.
they go to torturer and they’re furious. «You broke them; fix them.» of course there is a threat. so torturer goes to confront whumpee.
«Good morning sir» whumpee says as they bow. without giving them a glance, torturer closes the door behind them and locks it. whumper’s shoulders are very tense, torturer observes, good.
«May I serve you?» they request. Torturer walks to stand between Whumpee and the door.
«I know what you’re doing.» they say «It’s actually kind of clever, but you better drop it now»
«I’m afraid I don’t understand, sir.»
«You aren’t untouchable, Whumpee, just the opposite.»
«May I serve you?» Whumpee asks back.
Torturer grabs them and throws them against the wall. Whumpee flinches, their back hits the wall first, but they stay still. Torturer jumps forward and grabs them by the collar. Whumpee breathes hevavily
«Watch the face» they whine. Torturer presses their hands on Whumpee’s throat. Whumpee grabs Torturer’s arms, his grip weak on the aggressor. A choked sound escapes them as their vision gets blurry. Black spot appear in his line of vision. Finally Torturer lets go. Whumpee falls on their knees, immediately pulling themselves up on the nearest mobile.
«Do you enjoy this?» Torturer spits out, taking half a step back. Whumpee gasps for air, turning a 180 not to show shoulders to Torturer. They straighten themselves up, their trembling hand moves towards their neck but in a movement they push back their hair. The back of their head presses wall fiercely against the cold wall. They force a smile
«Alright, you got me, sure»
Torturer takes a step forward, stretching out their hand. Whumpee slides to the side
«I’m serious though. Avoid the face, you wouldn’t want to upset my keeper.» and they wink. Torturer’s eyes are outside their skull
«You don’t want to play this game, kid. You can’t afford not to give Whumper what they want. They like the old you, this thing you’ve got going on won’t work. In not so much time they will throw you away.»
«They might,» Whumpee agrees, nodding excessively. Colorful spots appear back in their sight so they stop. «they might. But they’re gonna get you first. I think I’ve got a good enough chance to make it out alive. Do you take bets?»
«You wouldn’t martyr yourself for pettiness»
«I would do it for a sack of chips and your head on a steak.» They incline their bust towards their attacker «I’ve got nothing to lose, baby. And you’ve been very mean to me, Torturer. I don’t take it from Whumper, why the hell should I take it from you?»
«Because you’re reasonable.»
«Not really. I’m not as clever as I think I am.»
They throw a playful punch at Torturer’s arm but the other grabs their wrist
Whumpee flaps their hand out of the grip and stops a moment to check the attacker reaction. They incline their head, their chin up
«Just give me this one, I’m nice once you get to know me.» They promise with condescension. They turn towards the exit in a half pirouette and they clap Torturer’s shoulder. A huge smile crosses Whumpee’s lips, the sharp, inhuman teeth white in the darkness of the room «I don’t often bite»
