#whump stuff

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Whumpee huddling up in the corner of their cell, whispering the lyrics to Happy Birthday in a quivering voice as they reach another year spent locked away from the rest of the world.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Psychological torture.

Whumpee is tortured psychologically with an advanced VR type thing. They can't tell fiction from reality anymore.

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

"Don't hide from it," Whumper whispered. "The eyes are the windows to the soul, Whumpee. If you close them, how will you witness your own undoing?"

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Escape attempt, blood/injuries.

Crawling on their bare hands and knees, every movement uncoordinated and weak. Blood smearing across the concrete floor from the scabs on their knees. Stifling the occasional sob or pained hiss by slapping a hand over their mouth. It gets harder to keep their terror silent when they can hear Whumper's boots hitting the ground not far behind them.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Captivity.

Whumpee who endures what Whumper promises to be the "last session before they get to go home" about once a week.

They know that Whumper is making false promises. They know, but what if this really is it? What if they really mean it this time? They can't bare the thought of declining their only way out.

Every week, they're wrong.

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Monster whumpee being chained down

[mj-iza-writer]

I wrote this on Pinterest almost two years ago. I just came across it again and wanted to add more to the story.

Hey, so this was an incomplete story that I forgot to rest to automatically post. I honestly don't know if it will be completed either. Sorry about that. I do hope you enjoy it if you find it, but I'm not tagging people because it's incomplete. -MJ

Caretaker watched as they lay there... the bowl of mush was maybe two feet in front of them.

Due to the injuries they've sustained, they had only been able to inch closer to the food little by little before resting again.

It's been hours since they'd been fed. That mush was barely edible when it was warm. Now, it was probably on the verge of making someone sick.

'Even though I hate their people myself, my heart aches for every groan and wince I hear from them.'

I scoot closer to them and grasp the bowl.

They look at me in defeat.

'Probably thinks I'm gonna steal their food', I think to myself.

"We are both prisoners", I scoop out some of the mush with a wooden tongue depresser I had found, then fed them, "we're not enemies right now", I decide out loud.

"Thankyou", they wince after swallowing, "thankyou so much."

"You're welcome", I smile, "I'm sorry it took me so long to help you. I, uhm, I was allowing my people's ethics to blur my vision on what I should be doing. You deserve to eat too."

"I-I understand", they look down, "it's hard sometimes."

I feed them another bite, "my name is Caretaker."

They swallow... "I'm whumpee", they whisper hoarsely.

"Is your voice okay?", I reach for a cup of water and help them drink.

"It is still messed up from the fire, but also screaming from the torture they've subjected me to", Whumpee took another bite, "throat is raw... I can not tell you how grateful I am for your help."

"You're welcome.. uh, what fire?", I hadn't heard anything about this yet. I had been arrested way before this war took a turn against Whumpee's people.

"Many of us were hiding in a cave, they tried to burn us out. Some stayed and died. Some of us took our chances and ran into their waiting trap", Whumpee frowned, "I followed my friend out. We tried to escape, and they were murdered. After seeing that, I surrendered instantly.. hoping for some mercy."

"Mercy, you didn't receive?", Caretaker scraped the rest of the food out of the bowl.

"No, because of my people", Whumpee whispered.

A few guards came in and pulled Whumpee up and threw them against the wall.

Whumpee cried out as their body slid tonthe floor.

Caretaker saw burn marks covering Whumpee's feet and legs.

All of the guards laughed as they surrounded Whumpee.

"You thirsty", one sneered then started to pee on Whumpee. The rest followed.

"Your people are the toilets of the world. We are so happy to tell you that you may be the last surviving person. They bombed your country the other day, no one survived... they made sure of it."

"Wh... but that was thousands of people... children even. You were at war with children", Whumpee whispered, "you murdered innocen..."

"Shush", one of the guards slapped Whumpee, "none of you cockroaches are innocent."

"Kill me.... please kill me... I don't", Whumpee pleaded.

"Why would we do that. Kill our play toy", the guards laughed as they left.

Caretaker watched the whole ordeal.tune.

Whumpee weakly lifted their knees to their chest and sobbed.

"Whumpee... I'm... I'm sorry", Caretaker wasn't sure what to say. Nothing could help this.

Food was served later that day.

Whumpee was still leaning against the wall. Their food was set far away from them again. Farther than last time.

"I'm certain they're doing this on purpose", Caretaker scooted closer again, "could you come a little closer again. I'll help you. I'm at the end of my chains though."

"I'm not hungry", Whumpee huffed, "thankyou though."

"Whumpee you got to eat", Caretaker tried to get closer, "please."

Whumpee turned their face to look at Caretaker, "you hated me earlier. Why do you care now?"

"I was an idiot earlier", Caretaker admitted, "you didn't deserve that. You don't deserve any of this."

Whumpee looked at them sadly. A small tear ran down their face.

They grunted as they fell to the floor dragged themself closer.

Caretaker was finally able to reach them and pull them closer.

"Hmmph", Whumpee grunted as they looked up.

"Sorry", Caretaker whispered, "you okay."

"Ymhmm, one of my burns scraped the floor", Whumpee winced.

Caretaker nodded, "those burns are from the fire, right?"

"Yes", Whumpee whispered.

Whumpee swallowed the first bite of food, "I can't tell if it's better warm or cold."

Caretaker grinned weakly after swallowing their own mush, "neither honestly."

"I was hoping the war would end... I would be able to go home and be with my family... and eat that food again. I miss my mom's cooking", Whumpee admitted, "I guess my dreams were dashed away."

Caretaker listened.

"I....", Whumpee stopped.

"Hmm, what was that?", Caretaker scooped some more mush for Whumpee.

"I was going to say that my people are innocent. I remembered that you didn't much like us either", Whumpee looked down, "I didn't want to make you mad though."

Caretaker thought for a moment, "I don't know what to think anymore. I don't agree with them bombing the country though. No one deserves that."

Whumpee nodded.

"Good news", guards announced as they came in, "the war is over. You all get to go home. Even you Whumpee. Your people are innocent after all."

"Home?", Whumpee stared at the wall, "what home?", they turned to the guards and glared.

"We don't know, but you can't stay here", a guard lifted Whumpee with a cheerful voice, "come on."

Whumpee cried out in pain as they were stood on their feet.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee fell forward into the wall.

"You are all idiots", Caretaker stood violently and slapped a guard. They almost went for another, but their hand was caught mid slap.

"You were just freed... do you want to be imprisoned for attacking an officer now?", the captain spoke coldly.

"You all deserve hell", Caretaker walked to Whumpee and lifted them gently, "and I'm going to give it to you. Come on Whumpee. My home is now your home. My country will be yours, if you are alright with that at least."

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

"Abuse is when a man seeks to break someone for his own pleasure," Whumper said. "Correction is when a man seeks to build someone up by teaching them where they stand. You're lashing out because you're being held to a standard, and you're too soft to meet it."

His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.

"Don't you ever use that word again to cover up your own lack of discipline. It's an insult to people who have actually suffered."