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before whumper, caretaker never knew a moment of silence, whumpee always had something to say. they would comment on everything and anything, with endless stories and references that filled every second of caretakers day.

those were the times that caretaker found himself reliving now, trying to bring up stories of his own, filling the silence awkwardly, failing to imitate the effortless way whumpee used to once. but it felt so lonely talking to the void whumpee was now, with their unfocused gaze, just going through the motions of “life”, never uttering a single word.

the only times caretaker heard whumpee now was when they were with whumper and that’s something caretaker hated more than the silence.

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whumpee who’s always been a rule follower, who never deviates and always behaves. They were raised with the upmost integrity to the point of anxiety over not doing the right thing.

even now when whumpee has been captured by whumper and placed under a new set of strict rules, they can’t help but follow them to a tee. They know that their only way out would be to break them, to break even just one but they can’t bring themselves to do it. not only have they been conditioned to act ideally but.. to break the rules would be to surrender another part of themselves to whumper, to let him take another piece of them away

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whumper who brags about what whumpee was going to do in life in front of guests (whumper’s friends who are just as fucked up as him) to remind whumpee of everything he took from her

“she was going to medical school, just finishing up her undergrad, how many days did you have left?”

“…17” whumpee would reply, clenching her jaw, looking away, unable to hide her disdain for him

“mhm… and she used to do plays at her university, what a pretty little actor she was, real good too and now…” he would get up and grab whumpee’s face roughly “now she can’t even play pretend to save her life from me”

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something about the sound of a belt buckle being undone aggressively makes whumpee flinch every time. they never know what it means but they cower all the same and whumper finds that just so beautiful.

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whumpee who’s collateral for caretaker, who wasn’t even supposed to be there but they showed up to ‘rescue’ caretaker and found themselves to be the object of whumper’s attention.

whumpee followed caretakers location after not hearing from them at the scheduled check in during their mission, only to find them chained up in the basement of an abandoned house. the house was easy enough to get through with the front door wide open, almost as if it was inviting whumpee in. caretakers eyes went wide when whumpee found them, telling them to get out, that he’ll be back, but it was too late for that, he was already here. whumper noticed a few of his things out of place, he knew someone other than caretaker was here. as he stalked down the stairs, he lowered his head to peak through the railings and a twisted and cruel spread across his face when he locked eyes with whumpee. he ventured further, whumpee sank down beside caretaker, they knew this mission would have its challenges but this was beyond the darkest thing they could’ve imagined. whumper now had his eyes fixed on whumpee, his arm reached out to pull the shaking whumpee to their feet.

“caretaker… for gifting me this, i might even let you live” Whumper had said, the dim lights casting a grim shadow over his face, his large frame towering over whumpee.

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whumpee sitting with their throbbing head against the wall. Their face bruised, body bashed, and arm cramping. They feel a sob wracking its way up their body, their free hand coming up to muffle it the best they can. they look down hesitantly as they choke back the sounds. whumper asleep with his head in their lap while they soothe him. running their hand through his hair over and over, scared that even a second missed might mean another round. the smell of alcohol was still so strong, even with his face away from them. fuck they hated it here. pretending to care for this piece of shit while he bashes their face in over and over, making him truly believe that they love him for him to stop. Only when whumper is finally out of breath and a little tired does he listen to whumpee trying to calm him, a hesitant gentle hand coming towards his face. laying him to rest with false comfort every single day.

whumpee averts their gaze upwards, trying to stop the tears, since the last thing they wanted was for one to fall onto whumper and wake him up…

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whumpee who went through a tough childhood. maybe they were bullied at school or abused at home, whatever it was they repressed it, denying the existence of any of it. when they get captured and subsequently tortured by whumper, the feeling is familiar but whenever they try and access the recesses of their mind they come up blank, a dizzying static nothingness.. that is until whumper calls whumpee by the pet name given to them by their previous abuser (because whumper did his research you see). that sends whumpee into quite a heavy spiral, not only do they have to withstand whumper’s abuse but they also have to deal with all the flooding memories of their past too.

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whumpee who doesn’t abandon their morals. They won’t accept their obsessed whumper as their husband just because their life is at stake. They’d rather die than cheat on their partner with whumper… that’s what it would be right? even for survival? if they accepted, that would be cheating they tell themselves over and over and they couldn’t betray their partner. This was the same partner they dreamed of one day returning to. Whumpee fights with everything in them, they take beatings, they starve, they suffocate. Whumper enjoys this for days, weeks even.. until he gets bored and just a tad more desperate.. that’s when whumper decides to use whumpee’s partner as his bargaining chip. If whumpee doesn’t comply, whumper will bring back the blood of whumpee’s partner, or maybe a finger, or a limb, or maybe their entire corpse if he so pleases. Oh how whumpee learns to accept so quickly that day.

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whumpee who manages to escape, running until they find someone who can help them. The police gets called by a random person who was flagged down by an injured and frantic whumpee. The police arrive, advising whumpee to come down to the station with them to get them help, to which whumpee complies happily to be getting saved from their never ending nightmare with whumper. They get back to the police station where they have whumpee calmly explain what’s going on. Whumpee explains, skipping over details they can’t bring themselves to say but saying enough to build a case against whumper. A kind officer gently leads whumpee into a waiting room, coming back with a blanket before leaving to “finish the paperwork”. Staring at walls outside of whumpee’s basement was helping whumpee accept that they were finally free, feeling a sense of hope for the first time in months since the initial kidnapping. When the door opens again, whumpee watches as that kind officer from before leads whumper into the room, telling him exactly every word you said against him. Of course Whumper owned police officers, just like he did with business officials, politicians, and the likes. how naive of whumpee to think they would actually find someone willing to go against whumper.

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Whumper watched as caretaker stumbled backwards out of the room, watched caretaker’s eyes dart over whumpee’s wrecked body, over what Caretaker spent the last 20 minutes doing to them. He felt a sick sense of pleasure knowing he crushed two spirits at once, knowing that this would lead whumpee into his arms with absolutely no support system. Ever since he’d taken whumpee in, they’d been so distant but whumper was keen on closing that gap and he felt as if he’d finally taken the right step to do so. Whumper followed caretaker’s tracks, his hand reaching towards the door to close whumpee into this space with him, a final jab at caretaker. Whumper watched caretaker’s face closely, taking in every wrinkle of worry, every shallow breath of despair, every gesture of guilt before he slowly shut the door, locking it with a satisfying click.

Whumper turned his head to whumpee’s desperate form, the way whumpee’s back rose asymmetrically through ragged breaths forcing their way through bruised lungs. Whumper made his way over to whumpee slowly, letting the clicks of boots incite fear in whumpee with every step. He wanted whumpee to think this god forsaken night wasn’t over, that whumpee was sure to die today, he wanted whumpee to dread the worst possible outcome before whumper played hero. Whumper watched as whumpee’s hands twitched by their side, the failed attempts at trying to bring their hands up to protect themselves once again, but all whumpee’s efforts were to no avail, whumpee’s body had finally begun to betray them.

Whumpee tensed up in anticipation of another blow, but it never came. instead, a careful but firm grip turned whumpee onto their back. whumpee winced as their fractured ribs were shifted, their back sent shocks up their spine, and their nose aches as it left the cold floor. Whumpee, through slitted eyes tried to read whumper to hopefully clue their body on how to prepare for what was to come. Whumpee tried to blink their blurry vision away many times but each time they could only make out the same thing. Whumper smiling sweetly down at them, his arm outstretched towards whumpee’s face. Whumpee’s eyes followed the length of whumper’s arm to his hand that sat over whumpee’s cheek, caressing it with a gentle touch, one that whumpee found themselves leaving into. Whumpee jerked their face from whumper’s palm where they were met with soft shushing from whumper.

“You had quite the day didn’t you whumpee? Are you okay?” cooed whumper, bringing that large lump back into whumpee’s throat. Whumpee clenched their jaw under whumper’s soft touch, trying to fight back the tears. Whumpee heard a familiar box clicking open, one that revealed aids for the pain whumpee was routinely put through. Was whumper going to care for them? There was no way a man so aggressive and angry would take care of the wounds he created. But whumpee was wrong. Brushing a small hand over whumpee’s nose while activating an instant ice pack, which he lightly placed over whumpee’s nose, he began his care. Whumper slowly made his way down whumpee’s body, tending to every injury one by one. With wet wipes, he cleaned blood off every crevice and every bruise he lightly brushed to try and soothe the area. He even wrapped a compression wrap over whumpee’s swollen ankle that whumpee had tripped over trying to get away from caretaker. Once whumper was done, he left the room and came back with a blanket and a pair of clean clothes to which he advised whumpee to change into. He left once more and this time came back with a bucket of cleaning supplies and a mop, which he himself used to clean the floors of whumpee’s blood and injury, a job usually forced on whumpee.

Whumpee couldn’t help but feel enticed by this version of whumper. whumpee started to feel a desperate need to find a way to keep this whumper, he was all they had now. At least whumper was exactly who he came across to be so there was no way he couldn’t betray whumpee.. right?

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Whumpee eases up a little when they see caretaker come back through the door, ready to be held in those tough hands that carry them with nothing but softness. Through blurred vision, whumpee looks up like an excited puppy ready to greet their owner after a long day at work however caretaker looks back with a cold expression, his eyes staring through whumpee sending shivers up whumpee’s back. Whumpee using their small croaky voice from their throat ripped raw from screaming asks caretaker if he is okay. Whumpee watches him falter in his path towards them. something’s wrong. the scary part was supposed to be over, whumper was done with them, they survived through it, it was their time with caretaker, to feel soothed, to feel like there was something a part from sheer torture and pain so why the hell was whumpee trembling beneath the one person that they felt safe under. It’s as if whumpee’s body knew before their brain of what was to come. the patterns of physical abuse that whumpee’s body had been conditioned to protect them from had begun once again. With every last molecule of energy in their body, whumpee tried to push themselves back, trying to put distance between themselves and caretaker, apologies slipping past their trembling lips colliding with the thick tears falling from their eyes. Whumpee had learned that it was useless to beg before whumper but caretaker was different they cared about them. So optimistically, they tried, only whumpee genuinely felt their heart break when after pushing themselves through fractured bones and bruised skin to a kneeling position begging for forgiveness for whatever they did below caretaker had no effect. whumpee shook violently stumbling between apologies and begging for recognition as caretaker’s whumpee, frying their vocal cords further with sobs of “caretaker it’s me, please”. As caretaker stood, his feet planted before whumpee unmoving and unresponsive, whumpee began to slow their pleas, it had worked, caretaker snapped back, it was oka- whumpee felt their nose crack with the force of caretakers boot against their face.

Slamming upward with all his force, he knocked whumpee on their back, watching their arms flying up to either cup their fragmented nose or catch the blood or maybe to protect what was left of their face. Caretaker didn’t let himself think twice before delivering another kick, this time to whumpee’s side. He could feel whumper watching from the doorway, he couldn’t let himself get soft, take pity and face being pushed out of whumpee’s life. he was doing this for them, they would understand eventually right? blow after blow, caretaker kept going, whumpee crying underneath him, their wails going over caretaker’s head, he tried to dissociate from the situation, repeating as loudly as possible in his head “i’m doing this for you”. he had to be convincing he told himself, he had to hurt them just this once, make it bad so whumper doesn’t doubt him. it took that very same cruel whumper’s hand on caretakers shoulder to bring him back to reality, to the pulverized mess beneath him, a barely moving whumpee, blood pouring from different places, pooling together to create a grim border around them. Caretaker stumbling back called out to whumpee softly, barely above a whisper to which, with their last bit of strength whumpee rasped back “i hate you.”

Caretaker hurries to grab their first aid kit, they had to act fast whumpee was hurt, it was their job to fix them but before they could get close again, whumper put out an arm stopping him in his tracks “that’s my job now” whumper said, holding out his hand, a wide smile spread across his face.

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Caretaker works for whumper but that doesn’t mean he agrees with everything he does. It started out small, a few tasks that left caretaker with a bad taste in his mouth, a weight on his conscious but this time he couldn’t shake off his bad deeds so easily. Whumper had taken a captive, a pretty slave to do their dirty work for them, odd jobs pushed onto them just because whumper liked having say over what they did. A minor inconvenience could send whumper into a rage, beating whumpee within an inch of their life leaving caretaker to clean up the mess. Caretaker would try to sway whumpers punishments to a more lenient ordeal to try and ease the stains on his morality. Whumpee had done nothing wrong, they were just caught at the wrong time, a glimpse upon them by whumper for a minute had led to the end of their freedom as they knew it, they had done nothing wrong. Caretaker would remind whumper with remarks like “They need that arm to make you breakfast tomorrow” just to save whumpee from extra torment. Whumper, however, wasn’t stupid he could see how softly caretaker would clean whumpee’s face of blood and would wrap their limbs tenderly, and most of all he could see how whumpee’s body relaxed when caretaker took over, how much trust seeped from whumpee unconsciously for caretaker, the soft eyes, the embraces, the bond. After one particular beating, the routine ensued only halfway through before whumper called out for caretaker. Caretaker, who so softly was pushing whumpee’s matted hair slick with blood away from their gaunt face slowly released the reluctant whumpee onto the floor, pulled away their provided warmth and comfort to see to Whumper. Meeting them outside the room, caretaker was given the order to “take their turn with whumpee” caretaker tried to refuse coolly, incoherent excuses leaving his lips before his employer, to which whumper questioned caretaker’s loyalty. Above the loyalty, caretaker felt most distress in betraying whumpee’s future safety. If he didn’t do this one thing once, he might not ever be able to help whumpee survive the upcoming abuse. Caretaker, however, didn’t know that his intentions would fall short when he entered that room with the task in mind. Caretaker betraying whumpee’s trust broke whumpee more than whumper’s fists ever did.

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whumper groans holding a limp wrist in his hand, shaking it for any remnants of life. He checks for a pulse one last time before rising above the unconscious body. He drags the body carelessly towards his basement stairs, his victims limbs tangling amongst themselves as they violently follow whumpers path. Whumper heaves a little when he throws the body down listening for the rhythmic thumps as the hits every stair on its way down before colliding with the others. Whumper was sure he had the right amount of chloroform on his rag this time. He was destined to get it right next time after all victims are only fun when they’re alive to feel what whumper has planned.

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whumper who’s a chemist with a working lab in his basement where a chained up whumpee watches every experiment. whumper had always been interested in how a queen bee functioned, how she kept the worker bees under her command, controlling their every move. so whumper finds a beehive and with protective gear he kidnaps the queen bee (he’s good at that- kidnapping) and harvests the pheromones with days of work, specifically HVA known to be the molecule that worked to brainwash the worker bees. whumpee would be lying if they said they weren’t interested in the work whumper did, working so efficiently and in perfection, whumpee always tried to get a better look, their chains rattling with every stretch of their neck. The rattles this time, however, sparked light in whumpers eyes, holding the tube of extracted HVA, he moved quickly to a drawer where he pulled out a syringe, practically lunging towards whumpee. At whumper’s acknowledgement whumpee moved back instinctively into the wall, back pressed flat against the cold cracked concrete. Whumper opened the tube carefully and pulled up the molecule into his syringe and noted the time before roughly pulling whumpee’s arm towards him. He found a good site and jabbed in the injection before whumpee could protest, now all whumper had to do was wait to see if whumpee would remember any of what he was going to put them through

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whumper who uses psychological torture to produce physical effects because they like knowing that they can deteriorate whumpee’s body without ever even touching them.

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whumper with BPD who experiences splitting. when whumpee is compliant, they are seen as somewhat human, they are praised for what they endure and they’re appreciated. Any sense of defiance from whumpee forces a new image of someone who isn’t deserving of anything good but only that of pain and suffering. in these days, whumpee only ever ‘escapes’ within an inch of their life

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Whumpee that is told that if they act perfectly for their guests, they’ll be treated well. By whumpee’s 4th chance (that took months and dozens of punishments to come by) they’re determined to be perfection. They serve tea and snacks, smiling modestly, nothing too much but not being rude. They do not speak unless to provide service. As they retreat into the kitchen, a smile tugs at their lips as they celebrate their perfectionism. They would finally get treated decently, they had worked so hard for it after all. In their dream state, they didn’t hear whumper who walked in and stood behind them. The tight grasp around whumpee’s arm, however, pulled them out of their premature celebration rather quickly. They didn’t have time to react as whumper dragged them back out into the living room throwing them down at the feet of their guest. Whumpee hadn’t gotten a good look at him yet, their poor little head was too busy on getting their serving details right.

“you wanted his attention so desperately, let’s see how long you can survive his undivided attention then.” Whumper spoke.

Whumpee raised their head frantically, catching a quick glimpse of the guest, their eye contact being cut short by whumpers foot pushing whumpee back down. The guest, his legs on each side of whumpee’s head, wore a dark look that sent shivers down whumpee’s back from the short moment they shared.

Whumpee felt the foot withdraw from their back, allowing a shuttered breath to enter their frightened body.

“but i was perfect.. i did everything i was supposed to” they whispered, their mind racing through their every move until now, absolutely coming up empty.

“if you think that was perfection then you need more time with my friend than i thought you did” whumper leaned down, “and if you thought i was harsh…” Whumpee could hear the smile in their voice. Whumpee looked up at their guest, tears streaming down their face, awaiting the punishment they earned, the punishment that would last until they were given another opportunity to prove themselves. They were determined to be perfect the next time, that is if they make it that far.