Whumper is towering over a bruised and blooded Whumpee.
He has dragged Whumpee to this room by the chain attached to the shock collar round his neck, every time Whumpee stumbled or made a noise, Whumper made sure they got a stunningly severe shock, Whumpees tortured moans a peaceful music to Whumpers ears.
Of course, they took the long route to this room, to prolong the tingling delight for Whumper and the burning,humiliating pain for Whumpee every time the button is pressed. Every shock sends electricity racing through Whumpees muscles, triggering violent spasms and loss of muscle control, Whumper smiles with pleasure, another fall means another shock, Whumpees eyes rolling as he fights to stay conscious and standing.
They arrive in a barren room, Whumpee is cuffed to the wooden chair by the ankles and wrists. Whilst Whumpee struggles, angry red welts are already appearing around their pinned joints to match the raw burn around their neck from the collar.
Whumper inserts a needle into the crook of Whumpees arm, sliding it deep into the Basilic vein, which stands out in stark prominence on Whumpees pale skin. He savours the frightened gasp and the wild eyed panic at the flush of drugs into Whumpees system, making every caress and touch they are currently receiving from Whumper so much more sensitive….. so much more creepy.
An excited Whumper sighs in complete pleasure as he picks up a serrated knife and makes his first jagged cut across Whumpees arm.
Whumpee howls in torment as the blade jags through his skin and opens a harsh irregular cut across his bicep. Whumper hisses out an excited breath and leans in close to examine his work.
“Have you ever heard of Lingchi? Chinese torture by 1000 cuts, it’s been long outlawed for obvious reasons” Whumper almost sings, “it normally takes minutes to kill a victim……but I love your fear of my knife and the way you respond for me, so I’ll take it slow, so the both of us can enjoy the experience” Whumper strokes the side of Whumpees face, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you either”.
Whumper slowly drags the serrated edge of the blade across various points of Whumpees right arm, murmuring encouragement. He makes a particularly vicious stab at Whumpees injection site, blood flows from the vein. Whumpee gasps and shrieks, his back arched and chains straining whilst Whumper croons in his ear, sweet nothings that he can’t focus on through the desperate hammering of his heart, his humiliation, despair and the fire searing in his arm as his blood oozes out his wounds with each heartbeat.
Whumper makes a start on his left arm, cutting through skin, down the the muscles underneath, flesh has collected in the serrated parts of his knife, causing the skin to look like it is now being torn apart. Whumpee squeals and broken sobs gasp through his teeth, his arms a bloody mess as he begins to slide to unconsciousness.
Whumper throws a large basin of icy cold water onto his playmate and watches the light flicker back into Whumpees eyes, he shocks Whumpee again, noting with satisfaction that his limbs jump all the more with the water, his eyes bulge and his wrists bleed as he is unable to stop himself straining at the restraints, the icy water flowing into his cuts add sharp stings to the immeasurable pain already in his arms.
Whumper drags Whumpee unceremoniously back to his cell and tosses him to the floor as if he were a rag doll.
He drags his fingers across Whumpees blooded lips, part of which is almost bitten through and he pulls himself close to Whumpees tired body.
“There, there my love, you were so good for me today, same time tomorrow”, as he grinds Whumpees face into the gritty, cement floor of his cell, the first bit of anger Whumper has shown through his loving parade of savagery.
Whumpees ears fill with a ringing and the world falls away into blackness and the panicked anticipation of tomorrow’s torture ebbs to blessed oblivion.