“Do you need a moment?” Whumper asked as they circled Whumpee. Between the fits in their breath, the gasps of pain, the tears clouding their vision, Whumpee supposed they managed to nod.
Whumper nodded in response and stepped back, folding the whip as they clasped it in front of them. Silently they watched as Whumpee got their struggling, rapid breaths under control. As they got their shaking legs back underneath of them. As they adjusted their bound wrists above their head. As they wiped their face best they could against their arm. As they exhaled wetly, inhaled shakily, and swallowed a stubborn sob. Until Whumpee finally made eye contact with them.
Then the whip unfurled and Whumper crossed out of view behind them again.
“Then lets continue.”



















