Part Three!! Find part 2 at the link below! (Part one attached to part two)
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Oh— god. No, please, no, don’t—
Whumpee’s thoughts raced. They close their eyes and brace themselves as best they can.
Whumper tuts. “You’ve made a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”
Their fingers graced whumpee’s chin. Their captive unwillingly looked up, eyes opening just enough to see the expression on whumper’s face.
“P-please.. don’t—“
“Don’t what, pet?” Whumper sneers, letting go and stepping back a moment. Their eyes travel down whumpee’s front. “Don’t look at you?”
Whumpee flinches, “… don’t… punish me…”
“For what,” whumper seems almost amused, “for this? This little thing you’ve done? Oh, doll. Don’t worry so much.” They narrow their eyes a little at whumpee.
Whumpee pauses. “Y-you’re not upset?”
“Upset? No. Why would I be upset?” Whumper’s voice drops lower. They lean in, one hand brushing the chain around whumpee’s neck. “I just love seeing you in red.”
Whumpee’s eyes widen and they shudder. Whumper lingers for a moment, expression intense. They breathe sharply and suddenly their eyes refocus. They stiffen, licking their bottom lip once. As if regaining control. And then they step back, turning away.
For a moment, silence. Whumpee’s mind was a haze of confusion, relief of seeing anything other than the empty vast nothingness of a fully dark room, and fear of their captor.
“I got you something.”
Whumpee’s head snaps up when they hear it.
“What?”
Whumper turns back around. “Clothes.” Their eyes flick down again to the blood trickling down from where the chains dug too deep during whumpee’s thrashings. “You’ll want to get cleaned up first.”
Whumpee’s lip trembled. “I-I thought you said you liked it when—”
Whumper spoke fast, cutting them off and stepping close again. “I know what I said.”
They lean back into whumpee’s personal space. “Do you want cleaned up, or not?”
“Y-yes—”
Whumper grabs their jaw. “Then I suggest you take the opportunity.”
They let go. Whumpee’s head drops. Whumper moves behind them and starts unlocking their restraints. Soon, whumpee was falling to the floor, right into the puddle on the ground. Red stained their knees, bare legs, feet, and hands.
Whumper’s eyes snap to them and stay there for a long moment. They seem lost in a faraway gaze— taking it in. “Perfection.” They mutter, so quiet whumpee barely hears.
Whumpee’s heart races. They were never more terrified than of the look in whumper’s eyes at this moment.
They daren’t move. They couldn’t if they wanted to.
Whumper turns finally, and grabs whumpee by the collar of their rag.
“Up.”
Whumpee gets up immediately, dragged to their feet. They keep pace under threat of being dragged down the hall. Their muscles ache. Their stomach hurts. Their head spins. They were getting dizzy.
The all too bright lights in the hallway did not help. They were brought down a hallway with perfect hardwood flooring being spattered with their own blood. A trail, like breadcrumbs.
Their heart muses how they wish they could follow that trail, that red line back through time. Back to before this all happened. Before they had been chained. Before being captured. Before whumper was even a face to a name. How they wish—
—SMACK.
“I said, look at me!” Whumper’s hand was still raised. Whumpee snaps to attention.
“Wh-what?”
“Ah, so you’ve decided to join us.” Whumper spits. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you.”
Whumpee nods quickly. “Y-yes.”
“Yes?”
“S-sir. Yes, sir.”
Whumper grunts, then turns away. They were in a bathroom now. Whumpee must have checked out at some point between here and there. That felt unusual of them to do. They rarely ever lost time like that. Even their more intense daydreamings never left them so detached from reality that all of this could go unnoticed. Only if they were extremely sleep deprived did they ever—
—SMACK.
“What did I just say?”
Whumpee jolts, recoils. “I-I’m sorry! Sir, I, I didn’t mean to. Please. I won’t let it happen again.”
Whumper was more displeased now. “Stay focused.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good.”
The next few minutes was spent with the water slowly filling the ornate porcelain tub. The marble floor beneath it was impressive. All of this… whumpee had never been somewhere so beautiful. It would have been a nice place, if not for the circumstances.
“In you are, dove.” Whumper says, turning to whumpee.
“I… in?” Whumpee swallows, looking at the tub. “B-but… I…”
“In.” Whumper repeats themself, and scowls. “Take the ridiculous smock off and get in the tub.”
Whumpee only obeyed because of the sternness in their tone.
The pillow case came off. Whumpee slipped into the tub, nervous the entire time. It was surprisingly warm. But they weren’t used to being naked in front of someone they didn’t feel safe around. And that made them tense. Of course they were tense. This was their captor.
Whumper surveys like a manager over a building site. Only ensuring things were to satisfaction. Never in personal pleasure. Once the blood was rinsed off, they gesture to the soaps. “Do what you will. You have five minutes.”
Whumper promptly stepped to the side, and pulled a smoke from their pocket, popping it into their mouth and lighting it.
No longer were they so focused. Their shoulders relaxed minutely after the first drag.
Whumpee laid back in the tub for a moment and closed their eyes, feeling the pink water lap their wounds. It stung like nothing they’d ever felt. And in the bathroom, so bright white marble and white tile and cool toned lighting, their blood on the floor stuck out like a sore thumb. Pressed up like buttons. It looked like it had been dripped onto the floor the way a wax seal closes an envelope.
With a sense of finality.
