When Whumper starts to assault Whumpee, Whumpee goes limp. They donβt seem afraid, they seem resigned
Whumper frowns, disappointed. βIβm not your first, am I?β
whumper is right and thatβs somehow the worst part of it. whumpee has been raped before. theyβve never had sex, not consensually, but theyβve been raped, and they know how it goes. they know how to lay back and take it. they know how to minimize the pain, to send the part of them thatβs a person away somewhere else.
and whumper really does seem so disappointed. theyβre still on top of whumpee, their naked body still pressed so close, connecting them together, but theyβre not moving. they seem deep in thought.
then they lean forward, seize a fist full of whumpeeβs hair, and murmur to them: βtell me about it.β
itβs too different. this is too strange, too unpredictable. whumpee is too present. they canβt ignore it, canβt pretend they didnβt hear.
βtell me who it was. tell me how it happened. how it felt. tell me everything.β
whumpee would sooner fucking die. βno. do what youβre- just do it. but iβm not- no.β
βyou donβt want to tell me no,β whumper says, even closer to their cheek. their breath is warm and damp and horrible. βbecause if you donβt tell me, iβll have to find another way to make this interesting. which means i donβt want a whore who already knows how to take being used. your friend, they live just down the street, right?β they must be able to feel it - the way whumpee flinches under them and goes stiff. βthere it is. so iβll ask again. tell me about it. about your rape. i want to hear everything.β
βokay.β whumpee canβt breathe. they can barely hear their own voice past the rushing in their ears. βokay. iβll- okay. it was- it was six years ago. the first time, anywayβ¦β