in a hopes to participate in Whumptober after quite a few months of being inactive, I thought Iād introduce my ocs who (much to their dismay) will be the victims of my Whumptober pieces! (TW: mentions of drugs, alcohol, death of sibling). This might get really confusing so apologies in advance! :))
the simplified, summarised version is here, and more details of the overall story and character relations are under the cut:
koi - whumpee, mainly following the defiant whumpee trope and emotional/psychological whump
guido - caretaker, sometimes unwilling but overall wants to help (!secret crush on koi!)
cantaro - whumper, mob boss
fab - whumpee, mainly emotional whump but sometimes physical
important side characters:
ciro - fabās dead brother, subject of koi and fabrizioās emotional whump
catalina - another caretaker who actually has medical experience so helps guido
now for the in depth introduction for those wanting to learn more about my story! :D note that this takes place in a mafia controlled Buenos Aires - the main thing to know is there are 2 rival families: the Tizianos and Cantaroās family.
weāre starting off strong with Koi.
Koi is a 24 year old Egyptian male. Heās got loads of tattoos and piercings, and is a pretty tall, strong build guy. Koi works as a sex worker, which is how he got into trouble with Cantaro (the main Whumper of this story). Koi was caught sleeping with Cantaroās wife and thats how he gets into the whump situation. I would class Koi as a defiant whumpee, and heās alsoĀ got a hefty backstory. In short, his lover, Ciro was shot in a drive-by in front of him, when they were 18. This had a huge impact on Koi and led to drinking and drug issues, and he managed to get coerced into being a prostitute and hit man by the Tizianos :( heās really reluctant to accept any form of help as he feels a lot of shame after being taken by Cantaro which makes for an interesting recovery story.
up next, our caretaker Guido
Guido is also 24, same age as Koi as theyāve been best friends since kids. He was also good friends with Ciro, and was also there that night when Ciro was shot. Guido fled the country and got involved in crime organisations before returning to Argentina to work with the Tizianos there, and he feels slightly guilty about this as he left Koi on his own, being one of the causes why Koi was targeted and forced into prostitution by said mafia family. Guido is not a good person. He is greedy, mean and selfish. But he has a soft spot for Koi because he is in love with him, which he kind of hates but cant help how he feels. Heāll never admit it to Koi obviously. They lived together before Koi went missing and Guido takes care of Koi after rescuing him.
i could never forget Fabrizio
Fabrizio/Fab, is 18, and he is the younger brother of Ciro. This will mean a lot of emotional whump, as the violent streets of Buenos Aires have taken everything from Fab. He is the son of Santos Tiziano, the former leader of the Tiziano crime family, rivals to Cantaroās family. Fab watched Santos get killed in front of him by Cantaro, but managed to escape Cantaro, for now. Fab is friends with Koi and Guido as theyāre part of the crime family, but Fabrizio wants to get out of Buenos Aires, heās not meant for this life. Fab is really sweet and loves cooking, he ends up moving to Louisiana at age 17 to escape all the crime family stuff in Argentinaā¦ but can he run forever?
no matter how essential to the storyline, you could never make me like Cantaro
Eleutario Cantaro (he goes by his last name usually), is a horrid man. Heās the leader of the Cantaro crime family, who openly challenge the Tizianos. Both are fighting for complete control of Buenos Aires, and while the Tizianos seem more powerful for now, the scales often get tipped and swayed. It is said that Cantaro shot Ciro, to weaken the Tiziano family. Cantaro is the main whumper here, and he is very violent and just hates Koi, so prepare for that. He is super power hungry, and wil do anything to gain more power, get revenge etc.
and last but never least, the guy who sort of set the whole story into motion, Ciro
Ciro is the eldest son of the Tiziano family, however he was shot in front of Guido and Koi when he was 18. Ciro was Koiās lover, although they only got to date for about 6 months before the incident, they had been friends since childhood though. Ciroās death led to Koi being pulled into the mafia circle properly, as he knew too much by this point to just walk away from the situation, and it also inadvertently led to the death of his and Fabās dad. Ciro will mainly be mentioned in emotional whump, as Koi loved him dearly, and he was also Fabās older brother. I am planning to write and post a Ciro death piece on here so that will be fun!
Thatās pretty much everything? Thanks to anyone who read all of that, I appreciate you!!! <3
My favourite hobby is talking about my OCs so feel free to ask any questions about them/the story!
"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally
functionally immortal whumpee who immediately regenerates after injury, is suddenly extremely valuable in the apocalypse.. as an unlimited food source for the other survivors -_-
and very important, is this something theyāre doing willingly or are they being coerced or outright forced???
i love this! imo an interesting way i see this working is if whumpee is very willing at first - maybe between their small group of friends who are survivors together, but more and more people find out, and not everyone is as respectful as whumpees friends, people get greedy and soon whumpees autonomy is forgotten, theyāre now a walking food sourceā¦
but itās for the greater good, right? whumpee is helping keep the survivors alive, they should be happy to do this? the guilt whumpee would feel is very interesting. refusing would be like denying survival, but itās not like they even have a choice at this pointā¦
imagine your whumpee so pumped full of drugs that they canāt think anymore. their eyes are glossy and vacant. their existence reduced to a dull ache.
Remember, the phrase "write what you know" is confusing. A lot of people bang their heads on walls because they haven't had the opportunity to experience the world.
Instead "write what you feel, know what you write."
You feel upset or angry? Chanel it into a tale of dystopian rebellion and do research on different uprisings throughout history.
Joyful and inspired? Imagine an invention in the 18th century that some mad scientist makes to save his family and look into the science that could potentially make it realistic.
Take what you feel as the basis and then build on that.
theyāre weak, exhausted, maybe been starved or malnourished. what have they escaped? or have they been let go?
one hand might be held to the gaping wound on their side, but theyāve lost so much blood, and their feeble pressure isnāt making much of a difference.
they stumble. they buckle. they hit the ground.
letās just hope to god theyāre somewhere safeā¦
And jokes aside, creativity is a muscle. You need to exercise it. Relying on something else to "make it easier" in the long term is gonna lead you to a dead end where you will find yourself unable to come up with your own original ideas and I say this, regretfully, from personal experience. Don't automate your imagination folks!
(this is my first whump piece in months! i want to keep improving so any feedback/advice is more than welcome)
TW: starvation, branding/burning, death wish, swearing
The agitating dripping of the tap in the corner of the dank, warm room was slowly grating away at Koiās sanity. How long had he been here? There was no way to tell. The room was devoid of windows, barring all light except for one solitary lightbulb, flickering pathetically and casting a taunting orange glow. The thick coarse ropes were digging into his wrists, leaving them bruised and bloody. Koi had been waiting in this room for what felt like days.
His escape attempt had only been a few hours ago, but the anticipation had made it feel like an eternity. Cantaro, after wrestling the weakened Koi back to the basement, and tying the ropes painfully tight around his wrists, had sworn that Koi would be ādealt withā. Koi had no clue what that entailed, he felt as if he had gone through the worst of it, what new ideas did Cantaro have? The waves of fatigue were crashing over Koi, making it hard to think, to prepare. He hadnāt eaten in a while, he wasnāt sure how long, but it was long enough to create a painful black hole inside his very empty stomach. He decided he would take the win, that Cantaro wasnāt with him in this moment, and tried to enjoy his time alone.
Koi thought of his home, his room. How he longed to have a cosy bed to fall asleep in, a comforting shower that wasnāt too hot or cold. He wished for his privacy back, to stop being treated like an animal, a spectacle that Cantaro could toy with.
Losing himself in his imagination, or maybe delusions from hunger, Koi woke with a start when he heard the metal bolt unlock with a threatening thud. Cantaro was here.
Defiantly, Koi glared up at Cantaro, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of his mental defeat. He wanted to show Cantaro that this was a waste of his time, that heād never get Koi to ābreakā, like he vowed he would.
Cantaro stood at the top of the basement steps, his frame filling most of the doorway, as three other men walked in. Unease settled over Koi, wondering why Cantaro could need this much manpower. Whatever it was, Koi tried to show no signs of fear, even though that was the only emotion he managed to feel anymore. Koiās eyes followed the men across the room as they made their way over to him.
One started to untie the rope digging into his skin, while the other two kept a firm grip on him, to avoid another incident.
Koi hadnāt meant to kill that guard, he just needed to get out.
This time, however, he was just too tired. Koi wouldnāt be able to take them all in a fight - if he were his normal strength, yes. But not like this. Koiās heart raced as he wondered what they would do to him. His heart pounded mercilessly against his rib cage at the thought that whatever happened, he was helpless. He wouldnāt be able to do anythingā¦
They finished untying the rope, and there was a brief moment of silence, of stillness, as the men awaited Cantaroās orders. If only Koi had known what was about to happen to him, he would have savoured that moment more.
Sinisterly, Cantaro reappeared at the entrance to the basement, holding something in his hand, a metal rod of some sort? Koi couldnāt make it out from the distance, stars were already filling his vision as the men got him to stand up.
āGet him on the ground. Itās time we show him who he belongs toā¦ā Cantaro bellowed, a slight smile of pleasure behind his eyes. He held the weapon forward in front of him, as if mocking Koi with it. A metal rod, with an engraved symbol at the end. A flaming hot symbol.
The glowing red of the metal was all Koi could focus on, true fear finally set into Koiās mind. He didnāt want to, he couldnāt, go through thisā¦
Instantly, Koi started to thrash, trying any attempt to free himself from the men holding him firmly. It was no use, he was too weak, he hadnāt eaten, hadnāt slept in days.
One of the lackeys kicked the back of Koiās legs, causing him to land on the floor with a thud, wincing as his knees took most of the impact. Another grabbed Koiās hair harshly, pulling him back until he was properly on the floor, despite Koiās most desperate efforts to free himself from them.
Terror had now latched itself to Koi, causing his breathing to quicken, his exposed torso rising and falling with every gasp for air. He hated this, he hated being touched by this many people, he just wanted them to get off him.
Cantaro loomed over Koi, revelling in the power dynamic, ecstatic from the complete control. The hot iron made its way closer to Koi, the brand at the end glowing a horrifying blend of red and white.
āThis is for trying to escape. How dare you even attempt it?! Maybe this will help you remember who is in charge hereā¦ā The iron inched extremely close to Koiās tender, exposed side. He tried his best to move away, to stop his heavy breathing in order to make his chest smaller. Koiās eyes were wide with fear, the glowing heat of the metal reflecting off of them. Cantaro breathed a sigh of contentedness, at watching Koi squirm under the lackeysā grip.
āPut that near me and Iāll kill you! I swear to fucking god, Cantaro, Iāll kill you!ā Koi yelled desperately, his voice hoarse from dehydration, all the while still uselessly trying to fight against the men above him.
Cantaro chuckled - this was pathetic. āIād like to see you try,ā he muttered, before swiftly and firmly pressing the hot iron against Koiās side.
The sickening sound of sizzling could be heard, as smoke rose from Koiās body. The putrid smell of burning flesh wrinkled the noses of everyone in the room. And then the screaming began.
Koi had gritted his teeth, only letting out groans, as the searing hot metal melted his skin, it was so hot it consumed his every thought. It was so hot he forgot about his defiance, about his goal to not let Cantaro see him break. It was too painful, he couldnāt hold up the charade any more. Throwing his head back in agony, Koi let out a gruelling, bone chilling scream, which only elicited a smile from Cantaro. Koi thrashed under the weight of the lackeys, trying anything to remove his body from the iron. But Cantaro just held it there, pressing it deeper into his skin, letting the smoke rise higher.
Koi had never felt anything like it before. Sure, he had caught his arm on the stove once or twice, but this was so much worse. The heat, the torturous agony travelled through his whole body, enveloping him into a world full of pain and fear. Yells and groans of pain echoed against the walls of the basement, along with the sound of laughter from the men.
After what felt like an eternity of struggling and searing hot burning, Cantaro pulled the iron away, its brand no longer glowing as hot as before. Koi groaned and sighed, relived that it was over. Pieces of what could only be Koiās own skin and flesh were pulled away with the iron, hanging off the end in a sickening manner. Koiās eyes locked onto the mess of the iron and harsh waves of nausea instantly flooded over him, threatening to empty the contents of his stomach even further.
His side throbbed and pulsated in a horrible way, there was no relief, even after the initial branding. Koi tried his best not to look but his curiosity got the better of him. His skin, once beautifully smooth and desirable, was a melted mess of intense burns and exposed flesh. The letter āCā, written in an obnoxious cursive, was extremely prominent, sticking out of his chargrilled side. A permanent reminder of all that had happened.
The pain showed no sign of subsiding, leaving Koi trembling beneath the grip of the lackeys on top of him, tears filling his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing. Stars filled Koiās vision, causing the basement to swerve and spin around him.
Cantaro spat on Koi, glaring down at him from above, āI hope you learned a valuable lesson today. This is all your fault, after all, know your placeā¦ā
Koi barely heard him, everything echoed around him as he focused on not throwing up, or passing out, or both. But Koi couldnāt handle the pain much longer, and his head started to grow heavy, and his legs grew tingly. The lackeys cautiously got off of Koi, worried about him fighting back, but once they saw the colour drained from his face, and the way his eyelids fluttered and his chest slowed down, they knew they didnāt have reason for concern. They stood up, letting his head fall to the ground with a thud, before walking away.
The ceiling danced around mockingly in front of Koiās fading vision, as he tried to take his mind off of the pain, the agony that swept through his side and all through his torso. Koi knew Cantaro had finally gotten what he wanted - to see Koi break. He started to sob, teardrops rolling off his cheeks and landing on the dirty floor beside his face, he couldnāt get up, he could only lie here in pain.
Koi had been holding out hope that Guido, or anyone, would come to save him. But after today, Koi didnāt think that was possible, no one was coming for him.
He shut his eyes defeatedly, and let the dizziness wash over him, transporting him to a land of unconsciousness.
Koi only had hope for one thing: that he wouldnāt have to wake up.
Thank you for reading!!! Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist <3 this is actually inspired by branding prompts i wrote a while ago
I'm sorry... what the hell do you mean "I have to write the content I want to read about my OC's"?Āæ?Āæ?Āæ? You mean it won't just magically write itself for me to keep me warm on a cold winters night???
Forcing them to put themselves in vulnerable positions--"lay on the table."
"You remember the punishment room? You get one more chance."
"open your palms." (Whumpee is lying on a table with their hands tied behind their back.) "Or else this whipping will break your fingers. It's up to you, really."
"I want you to count. Say 'thank you sir' after each one."
"Kneel." (Does whumpee thump to the ground immediately, desperately, do they slowly, begrudgingly do it with a glare, and get a slap for it?)
Forcing whumpee to ask to be punished
"Strip." Whumper orders. Whumpee stares at whumper's demand. "I said strip. Or I'll do it. And I won't be delicate."
"That's fifteen lashes. Turn around and face the wall."
Physically fighting every chance they get even if it's hopeless, watching themselves fail over and over and struggling to keep up hope
If whumper gives them an order, "you're gonna have to ask nicely, whumper." *Cue punishment*
Starts to just block instead of attacking back, knowing it's useless to really try. Maybe blocking is pointless. One last attempt to prove they have some power.
Malicious compliance
"Take off your jacket, whumpee." Whumper brandishes a whip. "Oh sure, and I guess I'll take off the rest of my clothes while I'm at it, you pervert."
That fire in their eyes when they're given an order, darkening to smoldering anger
Fake obedience becomes real obedience because... Whumpee's beginning to think they'll never escape
That moment when the rage at being forced to comply turns into this dead silent frozen state. They won't interact. Not even if there's a caretaker there.
Rageful tears as they do exactly what whumper wants
When they're finally rescued, that charismatic spark of boldness has been crushed down to the darkness of someone who's seen too much.
Their defiance might take new forms after this. Sarcasm? Passive aggression? Outright yelling instead of just a simple "no"? Overcompensating?
Choke them until their eyes widen and pupils dilate with panic
Snap your whip over their head just to watch them flinch
Tell them you're going to stop at 5 lashes. Listen to them beg and wail when you don't
Give them contradictory orders and watch them struggle to decide what to do
Like order them not to speak, then say "I didn't hear a 'yes sir'!" And watch their mouth open and close in terror
Give them ambiguous looks so they have no idea if you're pissed or not, what is awaiting them later?
Fake emotional explosions--yell and then get really close and watch them flinch and stutter and apologize
Give them hope. Tell them you won't punish them this time, if they can just keep from pissing you off for 10 minutes. Watch them walk on eggshells.
Tell them to convince you why you shouldn't hurt them
Quiz them on their actions. Who knows, maybe they'll admit to something you can punish them for! And meanwhile you get to watch them tremble in terror about whatever they think they did wrong.
Punish them for showing emotion. watch them struggle to contain their fear.
Whumpees who can't breathe from the pain the whumper inflicts, eventually going into shock š
Whumpees whose mental faculties are strained from the sleeplessness of their torture šš
Whumpees who can't even look at themselves after the damage has been done ššš
Whumpees who have to sit with a mirror in front of them while they're being tortured, the mental anguish of seeing their own form becomes suffocating šššš
Whumpees who, when rescued, can't even bring themselves to emote. They are completely numb. The whumper did their job, they are a husk. ššššš
