CW: female whumper, male whumpee, defiant whumpee, implied future torture.
"You have half an hour to finish cleaning this shit," Whumper gestured to the kitchen, "and it's better to do it right unless you want to taste your own blood today," Whumper threatened the person in front of her.
"As if you won't beat me up anyway even if I finish in time," Whumpee talked back, earning himself a backhand across his face, parting his lips, "See, just as I said."
"Kneel."
He did, the punishment for talking back was bearable, the ones for desobeying are not.
Whumper kicked his face, making him fall on the floor just to forcing himself on his knees again. He was already testing blood.
"I changed my mind," Whumper declared as she pulled her brass knuckles out of her pocket, sending shivers down Whumpee's spine, "Fuck cleaning, let's paint this floor red today."