Tw: Broken Bones, Strangulation
"Why are you doing this to me?" Whumpee mumbled quietly, a broken heap on the floor "I didn't do anything to you, I don't know who you are. Please just...please let me go. I won't tell anyone. "
Whumper chuckled, sitting in their plastic folding chair, baseball bat nestled comfortably under their chin.
"Isn't it exciting, whumpee? This...this is something neither of us has done before. Who knows what's going to happen?"
The bright smile painted on their face sent shivers down whumpee's spine. They tried to inch away as whumper scooched closer, but a foot stamped on their already broken hand stopped them dead in their crawl eliciting a pitiful whine.
"Maybe someone will come and find you here, I'm sure I made a mistake or two along the way. And-and surely you have some people who care about you?" Whumper ground their foot down, ignoring the whining and pained groaning and focusing on the movement of shifting bones under their foot.
"Maybe they'll come and find you instead of the police, and wouldn't that be dramatic? And if I got caught, boy I think I'd go to prison for life. Wouldn't that be an exciting adventure? Or maybe..."
Whumper stood from their chair, yanking whumpee from the ground and tossing them harshly against the concrete wall. Before whumpee could even find their footing, whumper had a firm grip around their throat, holding them there.
"...maybe I'll kill you before anyone gets to find you. It would be so easy for me.." Whumper experimental squeezed, watching whumpee's face tun red and clawing at his hand, before he relaxed his grip.
"Such an easy decision for me...and a permanent result for you. I've never even taken a life before, so many things that I've never done before. This uncertainty, neither of us know what the future holds... I have to thank you whumpee." Whumper's grip tightened again, cutting of whumpee's airway once more.
"I haven't felt a rush like this in years."
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