Whump Prompt #132
Each breath subtly shuddering, Whumpee pushed themselves up and supported themselves on their hands. Sweat dripped down from them, rolling down their face, some gathering at the tip of Whumpee’s nose before falling to the cement floor under them.
Above them stood Whumper with a conspicuous remote. With how Whumper was holding the small black remote, one might have thought it was a weapon, a detonator to a bomb, or something worse.
But as Whumper pressed down a particular button on the remote, Whumpee’s entire body spasmed and locked into place. Luckily, the spasm was enough for Whumpee not to plunge face first into the hard floor. Instead, their body used what little momentum it had gathered and flipped Whumpee halfway onto their back.
Stuck on their side, Whumpee gazed at Whumper’s boots as they stood there, unable to look up at Whumper as the pulse of electricity coursed from the collar st snugly around their neck into their body.
“Pity you didn’t ruin that useless face of yours, pet. I would’ve loved to see a few teeth knocked from you.”
Eyes flickering up, Whumpee began to wonder when this bout of torture would end. If this went on much longer, Whumpee could begin to seriously get impaired.
“Perhaps... I need to attend to some other business, let this be a lesson to you, pet.“
Whumpee’s eyes could only plead and desperately blink as Whumper’s boots walked out the door, leaving the collar to continuously shock them.
It was Whumpee’s hope that remote worked longer distances, as it wouldn’t be much longer until everything would get a whole lot worse.
They just... had to hope.