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[whumpologyy]

Caretaker watching Whumpee while they sleep, covered in bruises or scars but for once at peace, face slack. They look so much younger like this.

A mix of feelings swirl in Caretaker — rage, grief, heartbreak, but mostly the sense that they’ll never — never — let Whumpee go through it alone again

[belovedwhump]

Beloved Whump Prompt #86

"We only need one. Get rid of the other."

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Some Hurt/Comfort for you:

When Whumpee is being treated for their injuries and it’s extremely painful — kicking, screaming, hyperventilating. Their partner or love interest decides to kiss them, using it as a distraction or to slow their breathing. And just for a moment, Whumpee’s pain melts away.

Bonus if they’re treating Whumpee in the field and their partner has to kiss them to keep them quiet. Or else Whumper would find them.

[bloodiedbriars]

'I didn't know who else to go to/ I had no ones else to call' whump 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

❝ I didn't know where else to go ❞ //  ❝ Who did this to you? ❞ – Dynamic

“I know you're busy and stuff, but I didn't know what else to do and–” / “Look at me. Who the fuck punched you?” 

“Sorry, I know it's late, but I need your help.” / “Yeah, you clearly do. Let me get my boots.”

“Did I wake you? I just needed–” / “Come in.”

“Who do I need to punch?” / “I just came for hot cocoa, but we can plot revenge in the meantime.”

“Hey.” / “Who?”

“If you came here expecting me not to make a scene when you look like that–” / “Oh, no. This time, I want a scene.” / “Must be serious then. Come in.” 

“You know how to clean a wound right?” / “I know how to inflict them too, but we can fix yours first.”

“It happened again.”   /  “Yeah, I can see that. Who was it this time?”

“I'm gonna fucking kill them.”  /  “Good evening to you too. You got a tissue for my nosebleed?”

“Why the hell are you calling in the middle of—“ / “I need your help.” / “On my way. Where are you?”

[painsandconfusion]

Don'nt you just fucking love it when a caretaker (especially a leader) has to be physically held back by two or more people to keep from desperately charging in to save someone they can't possibly save? The screaming and the mindless struggling as they try to get to their doomed teammate.

As they watch the blood spill. As they're tugged backwards and to safety with feet kicking dragging against the ground.

Useless.

[whumpanini]

Whumpee's knees ached underneath them. They tried not to think about how this must look to Caretaker as Whumper wrapped a gloved hand over the back of their neck and pulled their face closer to their hips.

Whumpee panicked, mostly for the sake of what was left of their pride. They couldn't have Caretaker see them like this. Their hands scrambled against Whumper's hold, pushing against their thighs and pulling at their hand, but the drugs in their system made their movements too slow and weak. Whumper's grip held strong.

Whumper's other hand pulled out a switchblade. The sound of the blade unsheathing made Whumpee still, their eyes struggling to focus on the sharp metal just inches away from their face.

"You'll be good for me, right? Why don't you show Caretaker how good you can be?"

Whumper moved the hand on the back of Whumpee's neck to grip their jaw, letting their thumb trace along Whumpee's lips. The sound of Caretaker's muffled protests barely registered to either of them now.

Whumpee kept their jaw locked tight and lips pressed together, not allowing Whumper's finger to enter their mouth.

Whumper clicked their tongue in disappointment and brought the knife to Whumpee's mouth, laying it flat across the seal of their lips.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Open that pretty mouth," Whumper coaxed as they pressed the switchblade harder against the seal of Whumpee's mouth.

The edge of the blade cut into Whumpee's lips before they finally acquiesced and relaxed their jaw just enough to let it slip inside and rest on their tongue.

But Whumper wasn't satisfied with just that. They twisted the blade, angling the sharp edges up and down, forcing Whumpee's mouth to open fully to avoid being cut further. Then they angled the point upwards, tilting the handle down in a prying motion until Whumpee's jaw ached from being held open as wide as they could.

"There we go," Whumper cooed with a grin. They slipped their gloved thumb in beside the blade and pressed down on Whumpee's tongue. "Good. You're being so good for me. Just keep your mouth open like that."

Whumpee blinked through the growing haze in their mind as the drugs flowed through their veins, dampening nearly all of their senses.

Whumper withdrew the blade from Whumpee's mouth and their thumb soon followed, but they were quickly replaced with two fingers that jammed into the back of Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee gagged, but Whumper held them there with the hand still holding the knife at the back of their head. Their knuckles pressed into Whumpee's teeth.

"Relax your jaw. C'mon, breathe. Through your nose," Whumper coached gently. "Good job. Good. Just like that. Look at those pretty, confused eyes, Caretaker. Aren't they just perfect?"

Whumpee blinked away tears but refused to look at Caretaker. Their cheeks burned as they focused on breathing through their nose.

Whumper chuckled darkly. They pocketed their switchblade and pinched Whumpee's nose shut, blocking their only source of air.

"Let's show off how long you can hold your breath, hm?"

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Scream

“You,” Team Leader growled when the door opened to the room they had been locked in.

“Funny,” Whumper started, lingering in the doorway. “That was my reaction as well when I saw the security footage of you three sneaking into my facility… Leader.” He nodded at them, looking at all three. “Caretaker,” he said casually, in greeting. Then his eyes whisked over Whumpee and a hungry glint lit up in his eyes. “Whumpee. Back out here already, hm? Looks like you made a full recovery?”

“Looks like your nose did, too,” Whumpee fired back, trying to contain their surprise being face to face with him once again. “Did someone set it for you or did you do that yourself?”

At their first meeting, Whumper had severely underestimated Whumpee. After Whumpee broke his nose, that one-on-one quickly turned to a five-on-one. And yes, their broken bones had taken weeks to heal. But Whumper’s broken pride must have taken way longer, and from the looks of it – the man narrowed his eyes – it still hadn’t healed.

He covered it well with a predatory smile, bearing his teeth.

“Oh, it is good to see you again,” he sighed. A short pause. Then he stepped back. “Come with me.”

The atmosphere shifted at that. Whumpee hesitated and glowered at him.

“Don’t make me come get you.”

Caretaker and Team Leader shifted closer, ready to shield them. But Whumpee kept them away. “It’s okay,” they said. “I’ll be okay.”

They didn’t say anything, keeping their eyes on Whumper, but reluctantly stepped aside to let Whumpee pass.

Caretaker’s hand snapped around their wrist as they walked towards Whumper, but very loosely, letting their hand slide through, giving a light squeeze in reassurance, and he only let go when Whumpee’s middle finger slipped from his fingers.

Whumpee had no illusions that this time it was going to be a fair fight.

But maybe… they could slip away, run off? Or distract him so the others could run.

Those plans were dashed as soon as they stepped through the door.

One of Whumper’s henchmen was leaning casually against the wall, and pushed off as soon as he saw Whumpee step into the hall. Without a word, he blocked their path and closed the ranks, keeping them between him and Whumper.

“Where are we going?” Whumpee asked, as Whumper closed the door to their room—cell.

“Not far.”

And indeed, he only took a few steps to a room just on the other side of the hallway, one door down.

“I still need them to be able to hear you,” he said casually, unlocking the door.

Whumpee paled.

“I’m not going to scream for you,” they growled.

“Yes.” Whumper opened the door and let them walk past him into a dark, empty room. “You will.”

Something tingled over the heavy sensation of fear settling in their chest; something prepping them, for what was to come. It was making them even more antsy. Their fight response? Getting them ready? Better not waste it…

They didn’t wait for Whumper to come at them.

Whumpee launched themself at him. Raised an arm, clenched a fist. But before they could strike, a hand clamped around their wrist, pulling them back, stopping them. That goddamn henchman.

Whumper let out a taunting, triumphant little chuckle, but his laugh quickly shifted to an alarmed “Whoa!” when Whumpee, despite being held back, managed to kick him in the stomach.

Not as hard as they would have liked, but hard enough to make him reconsider his odds in this two on one thing.

They slammed an elbow back at the henchman at throat height, and bucked free before he could pull them in and really trap them.

Unfortunately, that kick was a reminder for Whumper not to underestimate them again, and he too struck before Whumpee could come after him. He closed the distance in a step. Two hands tightened in the front of their shirt. Tilted them off balance—

Their world spun as Whumper slammed them hard against the wall with a loud thud to grab the attention of his audience across the hallway. The grunt it punched out wasn’t enough to satisfy his demands for a scream. Not yet. But he could whittle them down. Daze them with a quick barrage.

The tactic worked. Unable to do more than flail against him, Whumpee crashed against the door again, this time with their head, disorienting them even more.

A brutal backhand crashed against their face. They fell back. Stumbled, barely able to stay on their feet. But something caught them. And they landed hard against Henchman’s chest.

They couldn’t break free from Henchman’s grip this time. And didn’t see the punch coming until it connected hard.

Whumper punched them full in the stomach.

It slammed the air from them in a shocked grunt. No screams. Not yet. And they wouldn’t.

They tried to push Whumper away. Regroup. But he didn’t let up.

He grabbed their arm, twisted it to their back in one fluid movement, spun them around, and slammed them face first against the door.

A sharp pain shot through their shoulder as he twisted their arm further up, taking them by surprise, and they let out a yelp.

“Come on…” Whumper tutted. “You can do better.”

His hand was tight enough on their wrist to make the bones crunch against each other. His other was on their face, thumb bruising their cheekbone and pressing their head against the door, while keeping them in place with his body. They bucked against him, fruitlessly, and he responded by twisting their arm tighter.

Slowly, very slowly, he forced their arm further up.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut against the pain. Held back a warbled little cry behind grit teeth.

It slowly build up; from uncomfortable, to concerning, to painful, to unbearab—

“No! N-ghh—Let go!” A strained exhale, closer to a grunt than a yell.

“Almost… keep going.” Spurred on, Whumper pressed up tighter against them.

Whumpee barely registered how he pried their fingers apart until it was too late.

A sharp pain exploded. Their little finger snapped sideways, out of its socket.

And at the same time, he forced their twisted arm up between their shoulder blades in a sharp tug.

Their surprised cry at the sudden sharp pain warped into a scream. Followed by a loud explement.

Immediately, Whumper let go, satisfied. They hoped. Immediate relief washed over them. But Whumper grabbed them forcefully by the shoulders and spun them around, slamming their back against the wall, forcing out another cry.

He got up close with a vicious grin. And covered their mouth with his hand, to their surprise. They panted hard against his palm. He brought a finger to his lips. Then pointed up; behind them.

A muffled banging sounded from outside, across the hallway, accompanied by angry shouting.

“Whumpee?! Whumpee, are you okay?!”

“Whumper you bastard, if you hurt them—"

Fists continued ramming against the door in a frenzied desperation.

“Must be nice, to have your team so concerned about you,” Whumper crooned and removed his hand.

"It is. Not like you would know anything about that," Whumpee spat back.

He sneered a smile. "Let's continue..." He grabbed Whumpee by the front of their shirt and pulled them in close. "You need to know how loved you are."

They teetered and their legs wobbled, pain still zapping through them. But as Whumper let go of them, they struck.

They bit him hard in the wrist.

Whumper roared.

Their cue to bite down even harder and they shook like a rabid dog. To their satisfaction, his howl raised a pitch.

A fist connected hard with their cheekbone and he literally punched them off him.

Whumpee stood, hunched over, breathing hard, but they straightened up a little. They twisted their shoulder, massaged it lightly, testing it. And flashed a smile with bloodied teeth.

Over the panting, they could both clearly hear it.

"Get him, Whumpee!"

"Get his ass!"

The cheers were louder than their concern. Whumpee broke out into a wicked grin.

Whumper looked from his mangled wrist to Whumpee and back. Shock quickly turned to a frenzied rage.

Whumpee spat out a bit of blood. Wiped a thumb over their mouth.

So gross. And definitely life-shortening. Not improving their chances at all. They stood straight, and baited Whumper with a little come-get-me flick of their hand.

… but so worth it.

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Exchange

Whumpee scuttled after Whumper through the hallway, trying desperately to ignore the loud banging on the door behind them, the raging and screaming, the "Let me out! I swear to God I'll— Whumpee? Whumpee?!". They refused to even look back, knowing they'd break right then and there and instead, just hobbled after their captor trying to plead and reason with him.

"Please, please let him go. Please. I'll do whatever you say. I'll do anything, just... Please!"

Whumper didn't say anything. Just kept walking ahead of them, leading them to their own room. Cell. He stepped aside to let them in, but remained standing in the doorway, jingling the keys in the open palm of his hand, contemplating their pleas.

Sensing the ever small chance, Whumpee dropped to their knees in front of him. "Please," they started again, but their voice more calm to show they were serious, that they weren’t just rambling off random pleas. "I'll do whatever you want. Let him go."

"If it's so important to you, baby..."

Whumpee looked up at the ray of hope.

"I'll let him go, in exchange for 30 lashes."

"Yes, okay!" Whumpee immediately agreed.

"Then that's settled."

Relief tingled over their whole body and lifted the weight off their shoulders. But as Whumper left and the door closed, the gravity of what they just agreed to washed over them. They fell forward to their hands and knees, hearing the door lock click and they took a deep, deep breath.

It was going to be all right.

It was going to be worth it!

Caretaker didn't have to go through all this. And Whumpee didn't have to take it all knowing Caretaker was going to be watching (against his will) and/or threatened to get the same treatment. Whumpee knew very well what was in store for them now that they were back with Whumper.

A flogging, however, was new.

Scars of previous beatings, fights, and punishments still lingered on their body and mind. The feeling of broken bones, of skin breaking, blood tickling down… those were familiar. Those they could handle.

But a flogging… Taking thirty lashes of the whip…

Whumpee could barely even imagine what it would be like. They only knew it was probably going to be the most painful thing they’d ever taken.

But not for nothing.

They shakily got to their feet and leaned against the door listening to Caretaker who was still raging. But him calling their name had an almost desperate pitch now and they could tell he was crying through his rage. Whumpee resisted the urge to call back. To assure him that they were still here, still safe and sound. If Whumper were to hear...he'd blow off the deal, or worse. They couldn't risk it.

And so they slid down against the door, listening to his voice now that they still could, until things quieted down and they too tried to get some rest.

They crawled into bed.

Tomorrow. Caretaker would go free.

But—

-

The next morning they sulked in bed, not touching any of the breakfast Whumper had brought in on a tray earlier. A voice of reason in the back of their mind told them that it would probably be wise to eat now, but their body, rigid with nerves that already filled their stomach up to the point where they felt like throwing up, completely rejected the idea of ingesting food.

They really didn’t trust Whumper and they wouldn’t be able to relax until Caretaker was safely out the door. Released. On his way home.

Well, that and the… the other thing done and over with. But Caretaker first.

A knock on the door made their adrenaline level spike.

This was it.

Whumper stood in the doorway, beckoning to them. “Come say goodbye, darling. He’s leaving.”

While still tense with fear and distrust, they did feel some relief. They nodded stiffly, slid off the bed and obediently followed after their captor, down the large stairway.

Caretaker was waiting for them in the foyer, hands cuffed in front of him and flanked by two of Whumper’s thugs. He looked exhausted, wary, but besides the bruise from their scuffle yesterday, unharmed.

And they were going to keep it that way.

Whumpee peeked a quick glance up at Whumper for approval – which they got in a nod – before they hurriedly stumbled over to him and fell against him in a hug.

They squeezed their arms around his neck, pressing him against them for a last time.

“Whumpee…” His voice was soft, but laced with anger, and they knew he was glaring over their shoulders at Whumper.

“You have to go. Please,” Whumpee whispered into the crook of his neck.

“I can’t just—“

“Yes. Yes, you can. No reason we should both go through this. Besides,” they lowered their voice, “more chance of a rescue with one of us out.”

Caretaker stiffened in their grasp at those words. His breath stuttered, voice breaking into nothing but small whimpers of protest and unable to form the words. Then, with a deep sigh, he finally melted in Whumpee’s arms, letting his head rest onto their shoulder.

“It’s okay,” Whumpee whispered. “I can do this. I did it before. But I can’t with… with you here and—” They took a step back, their hands sliding down his arms, fingers lingering over his elbows as they kept him at arm’s length; determined but still terrified to let him slip away from them any further. “It will be alright. Go.”

“Yes, Caretaker.” That horrid gleeful voice sneered over their moment and they heard Whumper stepping towards them. “Go. Whumpee made a deal for your freedom after all.”

Caretaker’s eyes widened in horror and looked at Whumpee, desperately wanting them to deny it, but before Whumpee could stutter out another lie that it would be okay, Whumper’s voice dropped an octave and cut over them:

“And I intend to cash in on that deal.”

Wha—? Whumpee finally turned at those words and froze.

With one hand still behind his back, Whumper casually held out the whip and his eyes glinted with a hunger that Whumpee recognized all too well.

A sharp gasp escaped from their lips.

“No... no please… I thought— Not now, I—“

“I never said anything about the when and where. Now unless you want to back out, I suggest you get on your knees.”

The tip of the leather fell to the ground with a soft sound, a sound that still made Whumpee want to flinch back against Caretaker. But instead they stepped towards Whumper.

“Please,” they whispered to him, “Don’t. Not now, not—“

“I think it’s important Caretaker knows exactly what he’s going to miss out on. About the sacrifices you’re making here.”

They closed their eyes for just a second, resigned, before they nodded and sank to their knees in front of him.

“Face him.”

The cold tone made them want to shudder and they repressed a sob. They really didn’t want to look at Caretaker now. But they obeyed, and slowly shuffled on their knees to turn towards him. As expected, his eyes were wide open, confused, horrified, shocked, and he renewed his struggle again, spewing profanities and raging "You can't do this!".

He can, Whumpee was loath to admit. Though they weren't sure if Caretaker was now raging at them or at Whumper. I can... for you.

And so they didn't resist when Whumper crouched down in front of them to tie their hands together.

“Wouldn't want you to collapse on me before we get to thirty... that would mean you wouldn't be able to hold up your end of the deal," he said in his sweetest voice as if he actually cared.

Whumpee shook and trembled, still sputtering useless pleas to no one in particular. The words caught with a sob as they heard the whisper in their ear:

“We never specified exactly who would receive those lashes. Be thankful it’s gonna be you, because I could easily whip him into oblivion before throwing him in the back of the car.”

A crooked finger touched over the underside of their chin, prompting eye contact and a favourable answer.

“Yes…” Whumpee hiccupped. “Thank you.”

With a satisfied grin, Whumper stood straight again. He looked around for something to tie around the end of the rope, threw it over the ceiling beam of the large foyer, and caught it again. Then he walked over to the struggling Caretaker.

"Now, Caretaker, since you have nothing better to do than your worthless attempts to break free, here..."

He pulled the rope and Whumpee followed up with a whimper of protest, now sitting high on their knees, and he pressed the end into Caretaker’s bound hands. His hands tightened over Caretaker’s, making sure he wouldn’t drop his friend. Then he leaned forward to him and said loud enough so Whumpee could hear:

“Drop them more than an inch and I'll double the amount of lashes.”

Caretaker made a soft sound of anger and disbelief, but he did clutch onto the rope.

“There we go,” Whumper said with a hum, giving the white knuckles a condescending pat.

He walked back to position himself behind Whumpee – brushing their cheek with the back of his hand in passing – picked up his whip again and let it slide through his hand.

And as Whumpee saw Caretaker bite back a scream of protest, they knew Whumper was raising the whip and they braced themself.

The first hit made them gasp in a scream of surprise. Their back arched in pain, worse than they’d imagined, as they felt their skin split with the force of the whip.

A second crossed over the first and they let out an agonizing, desperate wail. Any attempt at trying to put up a brave front for Caretaker failed miserably; the whip forced the screams and tears out of them mercilessly.

Luckily, Whumper didn’t make them count along. They didn’t feel they had any breath to spare and instead they could just focus on the savage pain. They did count along in their head. Also luckily, because every now and then, Whumper would ask: “How much was that?” And Whumpee looked up when both they and Caretaker choked out a “Thirteen” at the same time.

His face was set with rage but tears streamed down his cheeks, and Whumpee quickly lowered their gaze again.

Whumper, of course, beamed at that.

At twenty-four, all they wanted to do was collapse. The lashes across their back weaved into one giant patchwork of pain and blood, they couldn’t even tell where one line ended and the other began. The torn up remains of their shirt clung to their skin by blood and sweat. Their head drooped and they fell forward, all weight straining against their wrists as they struggled to keep themself up.

But they felt a soft tug at their bound hands, pulling them up lightly.

Caretaker. Giving them the tiniest ray of hope and determination they needed.

That’s right, they couldn’t collapse now. Six more to go. Or thirty-six. Easy choice but oh so hard now to stick to.

By twenty-nine they were completely dependent on the rope keeping them upright. The final lash hit – but didn’t even force out a cry – and they hung heavily against the rope, no longer fighting to strain up, only to keep consciousness. Their body slumped, but Caretaker kept holding them up, until he noticed Whumper lowered the whip and realized it was over. He tried to let them down gently, but with his hands bound he fumbled and the rope slipped from his slicked fingers.

Whumpee crumpled to the floor in a heap, body heaving and twitching.

Caretaker snapped forward. However, two strong pairs of hands around his arms not only held him back but started pulling him away from them.

"No... No!" Caretaker all but screeched, and fought desperately to get to Whumpee. "Let me see them! Let me check on them!"

They locked eyes; Caretaker’s wild and desperate, Whumpee’s eyes lidded and filled with pain with them fighting to keep them open, to keep looking at him this last time.

“Go,” they mouthed, and they tried to gather their last bit of strength for their last words to him. “Please… I’ll be—“ but the moment they summoned their voice loud enough, the words dissolved into a whimper of pain.

“Yes, Caretaker,” Whumper sneered as he walked along with his thugs who had to drag the bucking and snarling Caretaker out. “Get going. They’ll be fine. I’ll see to that.”

He leaned in the doorway and watched as his henchmen wrestled Caretaker to his knees into the grit of the driveway. And before the blow to his neck struck him down he said with a shrug:

“And if not… well, that’s not your problem anymore.”

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Tags: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpawink @painsandconfusion

[reds-whump-prompts]

Protective Caretaker lines that make me go absolutely feral:

1. “Fine. I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt them.”

2. “Take me instead.”

3. “Stop! I’m sorry, just stop!”

4. “Let them go.”

5. “Where. Are. They.”

6. “Get your hands off them!”

7. “You know I have to kill you now, right?”

8. “Hurt me. Me.” (Bonus points if Whumper replies: “I am.”)

[violets-whumperflies]

Thinking about the various dynamics of the "forced to watch" trope, especially how the whumpee and the caretaker/other whumpee watching it feel...

"Don't watch." Is it that Whumpee doesn't want Watcher to suffer from seeing this, especially if Watcher is younger or more naive? Or is it also shame? Whumpee doesn't want anyone to see them reduced to screaming and sobbing.

"Look at me. I'm going to be okay. No matter what they do. I can survive this, so don't you give up on me."

Watcher who feels like they have to bear witness to what's happening to Whumpee. They force themself to keep their eyes open, to not dissociate, to inscribe this horrific scene in their memory. (And how does that make it any better for Whumpee?)

Watcher has their eyes squeezed shut, but they can still hear everything. Whumper narrates: "That sound was Whumpee trying not to scream as I stabbed them. Now I'm twisting the knife, and oh, they're crying. Can you hear that?"

Whumper has an apprentice/protege/child. Even though Whumper routinely hurts people, they don't want this person to see it happen in all the gory detail. Alternatively: they're raising this person to follow in their footsteps, and force them to watch torture sessions to desensitize them.

Whumpee who hallucinates a loved one watching them. Is it a coping mechanism, the loved one comforting them? Or do they imagine the loved one ashamed of them, hating them, saying they deserve this?

[snarehare]

Whumpee who just... goes numb.

Nothing Whumper does even phases them anymore.

Their brand of obedience isn't fearful, nor is it reverent

It's with the detached movement of someone doing a job they've done a thousand times before.

Until one day, Whumper starts looking for a way to actually draw a reaction out of them.

And they bring in Caretaker, threaten to do even just one fraction of what they've done to Whumpee to Caretaker- but while Whumpee watches.

And there, the dam breaks- suddenly, Whumpee is back to begging, to pleading, to screaming and straining against their restraints.

And Whumper just smiles-

"Ah. There you are."

[whumpologyy]

Amidst the screams and terror, there is a pause. Whumper looks down at their bloodied, breathless Whumpee with an unreadable expression.

“That was a lot to handle, wasn’t it?”

Whumpee is panting, entire body trembling, and doesn’t answer.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Y-yes,” Whumpee says through gritted teeth. “I - I can’t - please just stop.”

“Mmm.” Whumper gazes down at Whumpee almost fondly and brushes sweat-drenched hair off their victim’s forehead before returning to their tools. “Not a chance.”

[whumpologyy]

"It's okay...I'm okay," Whumpee panted, trying to reassure Caretaker.

"Are you?" Whumper asked, raising an eyebrow. "Give me some time, I can fix that."

[sleepy-lump-of-moss]

Cw: Water torture, brief mention of vomit

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

“Aww don’t look so horrified, Whumpee will only be hurt as much as you allow them to,” Whumper said with an eerie smile.

They were firmly grasping the back of Whumpee’s hair, leaning the front of their body just inches away from a small tub of water. Whumpee was on their knees, wearing both a blindfold and noice canceling headphones with their arms tied behind their back.

Caretaker and the rest of Whumpee’s team were surrounded by Whumper’s henchmen, each one sporting a gun aimed at the group. They had watched, eyes wide, as Whumper had brought out their missing friend and shoved them down before the tub.

“So, here’s how this is gonna go,” Whumper started, their eyes focused on the group. “You all are going to give me the information I need, or…” With a sudden jerk, Whumper shoved Whumpee’s head down into the tub.

The team gasped in shock as Whumpee thrashed about, Whumper never loosening their grip. After a few moments, they pulled Whumpee back out, but kept their face only about a few inches from the water’s surface. Whumpee sputtered and coughed, the sudden movement clearly taking them by surprise.

“Now, as you all can tell,” Whumper continued, “Whumpee cannot see nor hear right now. In fact, they aren’t even aware that any of you are watching this. Makes things easier for me, that way there’s no communication between them and all of you. Plus,” they added smugly, “It’s more fun when they’re unable to tell when they’ll go under next.”

“You’re sick!” Caretaker yelled suddenly, “Absolutely sick!”

Whumper eyed Caretaker and, without hesitation, shoved Whumpee’s head down. Once again Whumpee started thrashing, only this time Whumper left them under just a little bit longer than previously. When they came up, Whumpee gasped, coughing even harder as water dripped down their face.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” Whumper warned, “the more compliant you all are, the better things will be for your precious little Whumpee.”

Caretaker quickly closed their mouth, their eyes never leaving Whumpee.

“Now, first question, where is the object hidden?” Whumper asked.

“We don’t know,” said Caretaker steadily, “we don’t have it.”

Whumper frowned and shoved Whumpee’s head down.

“You know, you’d think after two demonstrations you’d all be a little more compliant,” Whumper said, Whumpee’s head still under. After a concerning amount of time, they lifted Whumpee’s head only to nearly immediately throw it back down.

“No, stop!” Caretaker shouted.

Scowling, Whumper yelled, “you know if this keeps up I can always just kill Whumpee and then torture the information out of all of you instead!”

Whumpee’s head was finally brought back up. They coughed once, twice, then vomited water all over the tub in front of them.

“Please,” Whumpee gasped, “please stop, I can’t brea-”Whumpee’s pleas were cut off by Whumper dunking them yet again. This time however, their body only thrashed for a few moments before going oddly still.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker screamed, lunging forward. The nearest henchman dug the barrel of their gun into Caretaker’s side. Eyes wild, Caretaker shouted, “Stop! I’ll tell you everything, just stop!”

“Good choice,” Whumper remarked, bringing Whumpee back up. Whumpee’s jaw was slack, Whumper’s grasp being the only thing holding up their body.

“Better hurry though, I don’t think your little Whumpee has much time.”

[whumpologyy]

Forced to watch but whumper being gentle with the expectator (whumpee or caretaker, the role doesn't matter as long as the other gets to see their loved one suffer). Expectator freaking out when the other is dragged into the room and surrounded by whumper's henchmen. Whumper easily grabbing them when they try to launch forward, expectator struggling to break free.

"Now, you're going to take a good seat and watch" as they forcibly sit them on a chair and tie them to it.

Expectator squeezing their eyes shut and looking away for good measure as the henchmen start torturing the other, wishing they had their hands free to cover their ears too.

"No no no, you don't want to miss this" whumper firmly grabbing their head to make them look at the scene taking places, telling them that it won't stop and will get worse if they don't watch.

They stare in shock and guilt and fear and whumper stands next to them through all of it, even gently moving the hair out of their face and eyes in a fake shooting manner.

“whumpee or caretaker, the role doesn’t matter as long as the other gets to see their loved one suffer” anon you’re soooo real for this

BUT YEAH. forced to watch is my everythinggggg ❤️ take that love between them and exploit it baby!! and this type of treatment by Whumper is such an added edge of psychological manipulation that might almost make the person watching feel like a participant rather than another victim

[whumpologyy]

Caretaker who can’t see the Whump happening but they can hear it so when Whumpee stops screaming they can only wonder if Whumper stopped or if Whumpee died

Caretaker didn’t hear everything. But they heard enough.

They’d pounded their fists bloody against the walls, broken each of their nails clawing desperately at the locked door. The sounds of Whumpee’s pain rang down the hallway, screams and wails that burrowed themselves deep into Caretaker’s skull. Each one seemed to bounce around their brain with a resounding echo: your fault, your fault, your fault.

Caretaker begged for it to stop. Begged Whumper through the infuriatingly solid walls, begged anyone who might be listening, even begged themselves to somehow stop taking it in. But when it stopped, the quiet outside the door felt heavier than any scream.

Caretaker froze. For one moment, relief crashed in: Whumper must have finally stopped. But it was followed just as quickly by a wave of dread. Because it was just as likely that Whumpee only wasn't screaming anymore because they couldn't scream.

They strained their ears, listening for any sign of life down the hall, but there was nothing. The room seemed to press in closer, the air thickening as Caretaker grappled with the awful dichotomy: Whumpee could be okay. And they also could be gone.

[whumpshaped]

Whumper yanked Whumpee's head up so they could see the consequences of their disobedience.

Whumper yanked Whumpee's head up so they could see the consequences of their disobedience.

"No!" Whumpee screamed. The sight was so horrible; Caretaker, battered and bloody, lying motionless on the floor. "No! No! Please!"

"This is what happens when you throw your little tantrums," Whumper hissed. "So watch. Watch closely. I'm not done with them yet. And every time you look away, I'll kick them twice as hard."