CW/TW: Compulsion, recapture (that wasn't planned but my writing somehow ended up there), magic whump, generic whump, brief mention of alcohol, kidnapping, cruel whumper,
Word count: 557
The place was buzzing around Whumpee; Voices and music in the background, dimmed coloured lights hanging from the ceiling. It was nice, not enough to be overstimulating, just enough to drown out the noise from their head.
They took another sip from their beverage, non-alcoholic of course, ever since Whumper they preferred to have a clear head. Surely someday though they‘d be able to enjoy a proper cocktail again.
Regardless.
I wanna have some fun. Maybe a game of pool will do me so good, betting for nothing more than a round of drinks again.
As Whumpee took a couple steps forward, leaving their backpack at the wardrobe they approached the nearest pool table as two hands suddenly rested on their shoulders. A sickening feeling rushing through their body in consequence, sinking in and carving itself inside them. Whumpee whipped around, steadying their drink with one hand only to look up into the grinning face and cold eyes of Whumper!
„How did-You shoudln’t be here. I got out, I broke free.“ They shook themselves out of Whumper‘s grip, the sickening feeling lessening in turn.
Whumper‘s grin was unfaltering. „Did you now? Cute that you think so. Last I remember I own you, body and soul. Now quietly go and get your coat.", they ordered with the ever present grin, the ever casual swing in their voice.
Whumpee stiffened, taking another step back. "I don't have to take orders from you anymore."
But as they said it they could feel their inside start to burn, from their toes to their hair roots. The sensation worsened until Whumpee could feel their body move against their will, move to fetch their coat. Dread closed over them like an icey wave. Compulsions, that feeling, that feeling that they had banished to the darkest corners of their mind. NO.
Once their body Whumpee had picked up their coat their gaze fell onto their backpack. There really wasn‘t much in it, just some hygiene articles, a book a smaller bag full of little trinkets and a notebook. Not much, definitely not a threat but important to them.
They crouched down to pick it up but Whumper who had followed them on the heel tutted: „Ah ah ah. No, leave it here.“
Whumpees eyes, previously fixated on the backpack slowly travelled up to Whumper‘s face only to find a way too familiar cruel grin laying on it. They knew there was no reasoning with them if they‘ve got themselves set on something. It was even more shameful that they didn‘t even use the compulsion, barely phrased it as an order…
As Whumper again stepped away for a moment Whumpee frantically removed some trinkets from their bag and stuffed them in their pockets.
But the other's form returned quicker than anticipated, forcing Whumpee to kick the trinket bag underneath a tower of chairs.
Whumper simply forced them to walk with them, guiding them with a painfully firm hand around their arm.
Once they were out of the bar Whumper painfully twisted Whumpee‘s arm behind their back, leaning in close, their breath against the forced one's ear in the night air. „I saw that, Whumpee. Maybe once we're back home, if you beg me well enough I won't force you to destroy whatever you stuffed in your pockets.“, they whispered icy, shoving Whumpee into a car.
