Clown
Warnings: captivity, torture, wounds, whipping, restraints, defiant whumpee
“You must be a clown. You’re just so fucking funny!” Whumpee laughed hysterically. Though they were chained to the post, they seemed content with the situation.
“Stop laughing!” Whumper gave a particularly vicious lash of the whip against Whumpee’s back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t insult your job. You’re right. I can be serious.” Whumpee suppressed a giggle. They burst out laughing again. “Nope. Sorry. Can’t. You’re just too funny.”
“I. Am. Not. Funny.” Each word was punctuated by a lash on Whumpee’s back.
“You call yourself a torturer, but suck at it. You call yourself an information gatherer, but can’t get information from me. Face it, my guy, you are a fucking clown.”
Whumper rushed over to Whumpee and loomed over them. “Then welcome to clown town, bitch.” And they poured a bottle of alcohol onto the exposed wounds on Whumpee’s back.