I love whumpees that end up getting isolated in some sense. when whumper pays off their acquaintances— it's a good setup for whumpee to end up devastated, to learn that their interactions were entirely manufactured at whumper's whims. or, when whumper makes sure to only let whumpee be in some kind of controlled environment where only they control who whumpee gets to interact with.
it's such a powerplay; that whumper can and will twist any sense of freedom whumpee could possibly derive from their circumstances into something far worse.
and whumpee's longing for a true connection outside of this choking hold is so heartwrenching. it's like they are window shopping for a true connection. that hollowness that comes from knowing that they can only smell and never taste... and the helplessness they feel— they'll never get out.


















