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It took me a bit to choose, but I ended up going for my favourite anyways, and I had to edit it a bit so it was readable lol.
CW: Electrocution, brief hand whump
"F-fuck you…" Whumpee spits after the last shock subsides, flexing his muscles to pull at the restraints again.
"Are you sure you want to keep talking to me like that, Whumpee?" Whumper says walking in front of him and crouching to his level.
He's on his knees, legs spread apart to his sides, both ankles tied to the floor. His wrists are tied together in front of him between his knees, pulled down and tied tightly to a D-ring on the floor too. To add fire to the flame, there's a collar strapped around his neck, tied to the same anchor; It forces his back to arch forward, and renders him almost completely immobile.
Whumpee glares back at him and growls, “I dont have shit to say to you.”
Whumper tisks and stands. He guides the end of the cattle prod to Whumpees chin, lifting it so they are eye to eye again. Whumpee's gaze does not falter.
“You can hide behind your words and pretend to be strong Whumpee, but you and I both know you aren't. There's a reason I picked you instead of anyone else. You're the weakest on your team.”
"That's not true," Whumpee responds with grit teeth. His body aches and pain courses through him. He's been in this position since yesterday; 'the perfect position for whipping,' as his marred back is evidence to. He's been in this cell for the past week, suffering in endless ways.
No food. Little water.
If this is weak, then Whumpee doesn't know what strong is anymore.
"Tell me what you know," Whumper demands, pushing Whumpees chin up slightly farther, straining his neck against the collar.
"Suck. My. Dick."
Whumper sighs mockingly, and in a swift movement, jabs the electrodes into Whumpees chest, pressing the trigger. Whumpee cries out as his body convulses, fighting to get away but with nowhere to go.
When it stops again, he gasps in a breath, body shaking. Whumper raises an eyebrow at him, as if asking, "how about now?" Whumpee just shakes his head, lips pursed into a thin line.
So Whumper shocks him again, and again, and again, longer and longer each time. It gets harder to suppress the noises of pain that want to escape from his mouth, harder to pretend that it doesn't hurt as much as it actually does, to prove his words wrong. Whumpees hands unclench and push hard, flat against the concrete floor, shoulders hunched as he tries to keep himself from collapsing forward.
Whumper lifts his finger off the trigger, watching with a smirk as Whumpee spasms and struggles, ragged breaths filling the room.
"Seems like you're getting closer, hmm? You've lasted longer than i thought,"
"I-Im n-not giving them up," Whumpee laughs bitterly. His laugh sounds more like a wheeze at this point, breaths shaky.
"Then maybe we should try a new method, something with a more lasting effect…" Whumper says, walking out of Whumpees view. Whumpee can feel his heartbeat pick up even more as he hears rustling behind him. He doesn't know what to expect.
When Whumper comes back in front of him, he has a sledgehammer in his hand, and he crouches in front of Whumpee again, a dangerous smile dancing across his lips. He lightly taps it against each of Whumpee's knuckles.
Whumpee's blood runs cold, he tries to hide the fear in his eyes, but Whumper is smart; He notices the slight flicker and he relishes in every bit of it.
"Anything new come to mind?" Whumper taunts, stretching his arms slightly like a baseball player before they go up to bat.
Whumpee's mind nearly goes blank with panic. Whumper’s going to smash his hands to pieces. What if they never recover? What if they're disfigured for the rest of his life? How could he ever draw again, help Leader cook, play video games with Teammate, fight again?
“You gonna give me a location?” Whumper asks evilly.
Whumpee can almost hear the joyous chatter in the room as they gather in the common area, watching as food fills the table, food that he and Leader made, smiles on their faces. The smiles that they use to show love, that tell Whumpee they’d sacrifice for him if they had to. It's with those smiles in his head that he swallows his fear. He would give up everything to keep them safe, including the things that made him him. He'd die for them if he had to.
“Go to hell…” Whumpee swears, tensing up when Whumper's eyebrows draw down.
“Now which hand should we start with, hmm? The left? Or your dominant one first…?” He asks, tapping his right hand. Whumpee gets angry with himself for letting Whumper figure that out, even though he couldn't have known this would happen.
“Oh, you talked so much before, got nothing to say now?” Whumper laughs, with a quick backhand to Whumpees cheek that snaps his head to the side. Whumpee stays quiet, doesn't let himself speak the obscenities he wants to shout. He doesn't want to give Whumper the satisfaction of getting under his skin any more than he already had. He pulls against the ropes-- If he could get out he'd kill him.
“Guess i'll choose for you then. How about the right one?” Whumper smiles, “Let's start off strong.”
Whumpee watches as Whumper raises the hammer upward, braces himself for the impact, but squeezes his eyes shut as it swings downward.
In the few seconds that follow, Whumpee doesn't know what to feel. It feels sort of like floating on the ocean; it's peaceful, in a way, but you know that at any time you might sink. Then, the pain slams into his hand. A strong, strangled yell gets caught in his throat.
“Acting strong again? Come on Whumpee! Just tell me!” Whumper yells. Whumpee says not a word. So Whumper swings again, and this time, Whumpee screams, loud and raw as white hot pain shoots up his arm. Two more hits later, and Whumpee’s watery eyes blur over, but he still doesn't change his mind.
Whumper goes to swing again when he hears a slam from upstairs. His arms drop, and he quickly hides the confusion on his face, quickly looking at Whumpee, who doesn't even seem to notice what's going on or even that Whumper hasn't hit him again. Another slam sounds, closer this time. Whumper slides the hammer across the room, grabbing the switchblade from his pocket when he notices the sound of footsteps rushing toward the door. He quickly picks up the cattle prod from where he left it on the floor, and gets into the perfect position behind the sagging Whumpee with the knife to his throat and the electrodes to his side.
“Dont fucking move!” Whumper yells as the door bursts open.
Whumpee's eyes widen when his team files in, stopped dead in their tracks at the glint of the knife.
“Get the fuck way from him,” Leader growls.
“Oh, so glad of you to join the party! I was just asking Whumpee about you all." Whumper sneers.