#implied future abuse

[readitandwip]

"Has your friend always been this... eccentric?" Whumpee muttered as they glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Hm? Whumper?" Caretaker, still tipsy, jolted a bit from the passenger's seat. "Yeah, they've always been a little unhinged."

"Oh."

The stars seemed to flicker.

"I think they had a bit too much to drink tonight, though and, uh... they always got a kick out of saying the weirdest shit and watching people's reactions. Thought they would've grown out of it by now."

"Yeah, I... noticed that." Whumpee wanted to glance at their partner so badly, itching to communicate their discomfort through the strained look on their face - but they had to keep their eyes on the road.

"Well, don't take anything they say seriously." Their stomach dropped as Caretaker responded ever-so-nonchalantly. "If they said something weird, they probably already forgot about it."

Whumpee stayed silent, squinting as the headlights of another car in the opposite lane entered their line of vision.

After all, who were they to stand in the way of a decade-long friendship?

[villainsvictim]

Fragile

Content warnings: implied captivity, aftermath of whipping, restraints, blood mentioned, stress position (let me know if i missed anything) 

After Whumper violently lashed out towards them not long ago, Whumpee expected to feel numb or at least a little bit dizzy. But they didn’t. Instead, they felt everything a little bit too much.

They felt their bruised knees uncomfortably touching cold concrete. Their arms were wrapped around their shivering torso, desperately trying not to lose that last bit of warmth their shirt has given them before it was forcefully removed. Now there was just blood running down their spine. The blood felt too cold, too wet. It somehow disrupted the burning sensation that Whumpers whip had left on their back. But not in a good way. They could feel it dripping down on their naked calves. Every single drop made them want to flinch though they could barely move.

A rope around their neck, secured at the ceiling, was holding them on their trembling knees. Even the tiniest movement made the rope press against their windpipe, so Whumpee had no other choice than to remain kneeling on the biting cold floor, their naked body completely vulnerable and defenseless against whatever kind of pain Whumper decided to inflict on them next.

They have never felt so fragile.