whumper that is just as much of a whumpee as the person they keep locked in a cell. whumpee was confused at first, whumper seemed to turn green when they first drew a blade across their skin, whumpee is sure they heard the sound of vomiting once they were back in their cell. they’re still frightened, still shake and fight back whenever whumper comes with their new toys, but there’s something- something about whumper that whumpee just can’t understand.
it starts to make sense when whumper stretches to remove whumpee’s chains, bandages peaking out from under their shirt. there are days where whumpee seems more frightened than whumpee, when they step into their cell with a black eye and bruised hands they know didn’t come from their last session.
“i’m so sorry.” whumper says one day, bruised hand shaking as they grab their pliers.
I am Obsessed

















