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Last One

Warnings: captivity, torture, blood, wounds, bleeding out, escape, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

"Last one," Caretaker wheezed as they kicked open the last door between them and freedom. Whumpee was a complete deadweight in their arms, having gone quiet a few moments ago. "Last one, just hold on. Hold on, Whumpee."

They didn't dare look down to stare at Whumpee's face. They didn't want to see the stillness. The lax features. The face they loved so completely devoid of life. And so they hurried forward, hoping that they had been fast enough. Hoping that they had escaped with enough time for Whumpee.

Whumper had been hurting Whumpee for days. Caretaker had broken in to rescue Whumpee, but had been caught in the trap. Whumper had hurt them, too, but nowhere near as much as Whumpee.

Whumper had stabbed Whumpee in the gut, watching the blood run over their hands and drip from the blade. That had been enough to distract Whumper so that Caretaker could strike. Strike and grab Whumpee. Grab Whumpee and save them from bleeding out.

Whumpee had screamed when Caretaker first picked them up. They had weakly tried to put pressure on the wound, to keep the blood in their body. But the wound was large and their blood spilled over, quickly coating Whumpee in their own blood.

"Hold on, hold on," Caretaker had chanted as they ran through the compound.

Whumpee whimpered with each jostling step. Their voice growing quieter and quieter. Until their hands slipped from their gut and flopped limply as Caretaker ran. Their head lolled back and Caretaker couldn't bear to look.

"Just hold on, Whumpee. Hold on a bit longer," Caretaker murmured to the very silent Whumpee. "Nearly there, nearly there. Please. Just hold on."

[serickswrites]

could you please make ‘rope’ into a series where whumpee eventually does recover, but it takes a long time and there are a lot of setbacks?

Absolutely, Anon, I can write this for you.

Please enjoy!

Part 1

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture (unspecified), catatonia, blood, scrapes, hurt/aftermath, head injury

Two days. Two days had passed since Caretaker sat Whumpee in their car and doctored their wounds. Two days had passed since they got Whumpee out of Whumper's compound. Two days. And Whumpee hadn't uttered a word.

Caretaker was sure that Whumpee just needed more time. Just needed some quiet and peace to realize they were safe. Then the normally bright and bubbly Whumpee would be back.

But that hadn't happened yet. Caretaker wasn't even sure they had seen Whumpee eat or drink anything. They just lay in their bed, curled up and silent. Caretaker had come in several times a day to check Whumpee's scabbed over wrists and to try and coax Whumpee into eating something.

"Whumpee, would you like something to eat?" Caretaker asked softly from the door.

Whumpee didn't respond. It was as though Caretaker wasn't even there.

"Please, Whumpee, let me bring you something. Or come out into the kitchen with me." Caretaker touched Whumpee's shoulder softly.

Whumpee began to scream and thrash violently, desperately trying to get away from Caretaker.

"Whumpee! Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted over Whumpee's screams. "You're safe. I've got you!"

But Whumpee didn't hear Caretaker. They continued to scream as they fell off the bed. Continued to scream as they scrambled back. And they screamed until they hit their head on the bureau and went still.

"Whumpee! Whumpee, no!" Caretaker rushed forward as Whumpee slumped to the side, their eyes unfocused and hazy. Whumpee flinched as Caretaker touched them, but didn't fight.

"It's ok, I've got you," Caretaker murmured softly as they lifted Whumpee up. "I'm just going to get you some help. You'll be right as rain soon." Caretaker walked to their car. They had to get Whumpee to the hospital. Between the rapidly growing bump on the back of Whumpee's head and their refusal to eat or drink anything, Whumpee needed help. And it was the kind that Caretaker couldn't give.

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[serickswrites]

omg I just read "not listening" and it's so promising!! please continue it it's sooooo good!!

I am so glad you enjoyed it! Please enjoy another installment!

Part 1

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, knife, gag, cuts, video recording, threat of death

"Are you listening, Caretaker?" Whumper asked, not moving the camera from Whumpee's face. Whumpee's eyes were wide with fear and Caretaker could see blood trickling from where the knife point was at Whumpee's throat.

"Yes," Caretaker said quickly.

"Good," Whumper purred as they dragged the flat of the blade down Whumpee's neck. "Do exactly as I say and I won't keep doing this," they sliced along Whumpee's collar bone, drawing blood, "all over Whumpee."

"Please! Don't!" Caretaker shouted at their phone as they watched Whumpee try to squirm away from the blade as they moaned around their gag. "Please! What do you want from me?"

Whumper quickly flipped the camera so Caretaker could see their face. They stood in the darkened doorway of a room, their face obscured with a mask. "I want you to follow my instructions very carefully. I will call you in an hour to verify it's been done. Otherwise Whumpee won't enjoy that very much."

"What instructions? Don't! Please don't hurt them!" Caretaker's phone pinged with a text, but they ignored it. Whoever it was could wait.

"I've sent you a text. Complete it within the hour or Whumpee suffers." And they cut along Whumpee's shoulder.

"Stop! Stop! I'm doing it! Please don't hurt them." But Caretaker was talking to a dark screen. They had to hurry so Whumpee wouldn't get cut up further.

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Rot

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, rescue, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker had gone into a blind rage when they burst into the basement and seen Whumpee. Whumpee was slumped over, chains pulled tight on their wrists and throat, a pool of blood growing around them.

"C-C-Caret'errrrrrr," Whumpee rasped, weakly trying to lift their head.

The team, including medics, followed closely at Caretaker's heels. "Where is Whumper?" One had asked Caretaker.

But Caretaker didn't answer. They stared at the blood. Stared at the gaping hole in Whumpee's gut. Stared at the gurgling wound as the medics surged forward and surrounded Whumpee.

And their resolve broke. They turned on their heel and searched through the compound. Searched and searched until they found Whumper.

"It's you," Whumper sneered.

That was all it took for Caretaker to pounce on Whumper. They punched and kicked at Whumper, a wordless roar of anger ripping from their throat. Whumper fought back weakly, but they were quickly overwhelmed.

It was only when Whumper stopped moving beneath them that Caretaker stopped. Their fists were coated in blood and Whumper's face was a swollen ruin. Caretaker didn't care if Whumper was alive or dead. Or if they would live. "Rot in hell," they spat as they rose.

Caretaker could hear their name being called and their stomach dropped. Whumpee. They had run from Whumpee. They raced out into the hall and almost collided with one of the medics.

"Caretaker! Whumpee's asking for you. They.....you just better come."

Caretaker nodded, their mouth going dry at the medics words. "I'm coming, Whumpee. Hold on. Hold on," they muttered over and over as they made their way back to the basement.

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Stone-Cold

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, hurt/comfort

Caretaker sighed as they sat in the dark, cold cellar. They sat stroking Whumpee's hair as Whumpee slept fitfully in their lap. They took care to make sure the chains on their shackles didn't clink with the movement. Whumpee desperately needed sleep and Caretaker would do what they could to make it happen.

The hours of watching Whumper torture Whumpee had been almost more than Caretaker could bear. Almost. But if Whumpee had to endure, they would endure. It was the least they could do. Though it was hard. Quite possibly the hardest thing they had ever done. But they would keep doing it until they could find a way to get Whumpee out of there. One way or another.

"Let me hold you, Whumpee," Caretaker had whispered to Whumpee as Whumper shoved them off the torture table. They had held their arms open to Whumpee as Whumpee crawled towards them, sobbing with each movement. "Shhhh, shhhh, I've got you. You're safe here, Whumpee, I've got you," Caretaker said as they wrapped their arms around Whumpee.

Whumpee sobbed wordlessly as Caretaker held them. Held them and rubbed soothing circles on their back. Held them and murmured comforting words in their ear. Held them because that was the only thing that could be done.

Once Whumpee fell asleep, Caretaker allowed the tears they had been holding back free. They sobbed as they sat there in the stone cold dark hoping that they could find a way out soon, for Whumpee's sake.

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Why Won't It Stop?

Warnings: explosion, head injury, blood, bloody nose, unconsciousness

Caretaker staggered out of the burning building, Whumpee following closely on their heels. "Why won't it stop?" Whumpee whined.

"What?" Caretaker couldn't hear out of one ear.

"The ringing. In my ears. It's so loud. Why won't it stop?" Whumpee stopped walking and clamped their hands over their ears. "It's so loud, Caretaker."

"Whumpee, we were just in a major explosion. It's normal to have some tinnitus."

"Some what?" Whumpee let their hands drop. Caretaker could see blood trickling from their right ear.

"Tinnitus--ringing in your ears. I'm sure when my hearing comes back in this ear," they pulled on their left earlobe, "it'll be ringing and ringing and ringing."

Whumpee screwed their face up. "It's so loud."

"I know, Whumpee. I know. If there's something the medics can do, they will. Are you sure that's the only thing wrong?" Caretaker stopped and really looked at Whumpee.

Whumpee's hair and clothes were coated in a fine layer of dust. Both ears had blood slowly trickling down--both ear drums had probably ruptured in the blast. Whumpee's face was pale, but Caretaker wasn't sure how much of that was dust. They were sure they looked just as bad as Whumpee.

"'m fine. Why?" Whumpee stopped and stared at Caretaker.

"Because your nose is bleeding," Caretaker said as they patted their pockets for a tissue.

"Hmmm," Whumpee muttered as they took a stumbling step and listed sideways. "I....I....I'm gonna be sick."

Caretaker had a moment to register Whumpee's words as Whumpee dropped to their knees and collapsed forward. "Whumpee!" Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee. But as Caretaker turned Whumpee onto their side and placed Whumpee into the recovery position, Caretaker's stomach dropped. Blood dripped in a steady flow from Whumpee's nose and had begun to drip from Whumpee's mouth. "HELP!" Caretaker roared hoping someone would come. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

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Get Back In There

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, muzzle, cage, cruel whumper

"Please," Whumpee begged as they struggled to get away from Whumper. "I promise I'll be good. Please, you don't have to do this."

"You did this to yourself, Whumpee," Whumper said coldly as they shoved Whumpee to the ground. "You did this, not me."

Whumpee's glasses had gone skittering across the floor. They blindly scuttled away from Whumper, hands always reaching for what they hoped would be their glasses. "I didn't know, I'll be better. I promise."

"I grow tired of your incessant mewling," Whumper growled as they grabbed Whumpee by the hair, yanking Whumpee up. Whumpee squealed with pain. "Just shut up already."

Whumper pulled something over Whumpee's face. Whumpee struggled as the straps pulled tight across the sides of their head, their mouth forced shut by whatever Whumper had pulled over their face.

"I've had dogs that are better behaved than you, Whumpee." Whumper said as they pulled out a screw driver. "Maybe this muzzle will teach you to behave."

Whumpee sobbed as they could feel Whumper tightening the muzzle on their head. They could hear them working to screw the straps on as tight as they would go. But Whumpee could no longer open their mouth to beg. They could barely fight back.

Whumper shoved Whumpee forward once more. "Get back in there," they said as they pointed at the cage they had been keeping Whumpee in for the last day. "Don't make me tell you twice."

Whumpee gazed up at Whumper, their face blurred and fuzzy. Whumpee couldn't go back in the cage. They couldn't do any of it. They just wanted to go home.

"Get!" Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the collar and shoved. "You won't like what I do to dogs who don't listen."

Whumpee scrambled forward. They couldn't face Whumper's anger. They didn't want the pain. And so they cowered in the corner of the cage as Whumper shut the door. "I'm going to let you sit and think about your actions. Maybe a few days in here will do you good."

And before Whumpee could whine in protest, Whumper flipped the lights off and left the room. Whumpee sobbed as they sat, alone in the dark, unable to open their mouth wide enough to scream.

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Charisma

Warnings: restraints, captivity, torture, forced to watch, water torture, waterboarding

"Sit," Whumper ordered Team Leader.

Team Leader's hands were bound tightly behind their back and they avoided glancing over at their team. They couldn't look at their faces. Couldn't bear to see the worry, the pain, and the fear. They had to be strong. For their team.

Team Leader sat on the chair carefully. They turned their gaze to Whumper, letting all the rage and hate they were feeling fill their eyes.

"Your team would follow you blindly anywhere, Team Leader. Such charisma," Whumper scoffed. "Let's see if they will follow your orders now."

"For?"

Whumper smiled. "If they don't make a sound while I do this, I won't hurt them. Heck, I won't let you die. But if they speak? Well, we will play musical chairs."

"Fine." Team Leader wouldn't let Whumper hurt the others. They would take whatever Whumper did.

They finally looked up and over at their team. Smallest Teammate shook in their restraints, though the look on their face made Team Leader think that Smallest Teammate was so rage filled right now, it was a miracle the restraints were holding them back. Teammate One's eyes were filled with tears. And Teammate Two just stared blankly ahead.

"Don't speak. Don't shout. Whatever you do, just please, be quiet. Whumper won't hurt you. And I'll," they swallowed, "I'll be fine."

Whumper kicked Team Leader's chair over backwards. Team Leader hit the ground hard, but didn't cry out. If they didn't cry out, the team wouldn't know they were hurting.

Whumper dropped a filthy, damp towel on Team Leader's face. "This is going to be fun."

And before Team Leader could get a good breath in, Whumper blasted Team Leader's face with cold water from a hose. Team Leader sputtered and choked around the water.

They could hear Smallest Teammate's growls and Teammate One's cries of protest. But they couldn't muster the energy to try and get them to stop. They could only hope that Whumper would keep hurting them and not the rest of their team.

"I was going to let up. But now that Smallest Teammate's sweet dulcet sounds are in my ears, I'll keep going. That's way more fun!" Whumper's voice was barely audible as they increased the water pressure.

It was all Team Leader could do to keep breathing. To keep calm. They had to, though they felt as though they were drowning. Felt as though their world was ending. They had to stay strong for their team.

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White Hot

Warnings: captivity, torture, knives, blood, fire, burns, restraints

"I-I-I won'ttttt," Whumpee panted. They could feel blood, sticky and hot, on their back from where Whumper had been slicing into them. The whipping post Whumper had tied them to kept their arms pulled tight over their head, leaving their back perfectly exposed.

"That's what they all say," Whumper crooned, "but eventually they all break."

"I....I....I won't," Whumpee said through gritted teeth. While the pain was sharp, it wasn't unbearable. Whumpee could hold out for a long time with this. They had to. They had to give Caretaker a chance to get the team to safety. Had to give everyone a chance to be ready for Whumper.

Whumper sighed. "Guess I'll have to prove you wrong." Whumpee heard them walk away, towards the fire in the grate. The room was unbearably hot. They didn't know how Whumper could stand it. "Everyone always breaks after this."

Whumpee ignored Whumper. They wouldn't break. They couldn't. They would hold out.

"I tried to be nice," Whumper said as they walked back to Whumpee. "I tried to be gentle. But you've given me no choice." And they pressed the white hot blade they had been holding over the fire to Whumpee's ribs.

Whumpee screamed as their felt their flesh burn and split. This was worse. So much worse. Their world was reduced to a narrow tunnel of vision as unconsciousness beckoned to them. "I tried to warn you," Whumper said softly as they pressed another, larger white hot blade to Whumpee's neck. "We'll see how long you last now."

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Field

Warnings: blood, wounds, shrapnel, explosion, injury, field medicine, unconsciousness

"PLEASE!" Whumpee roared as they thrashed in pain.

"Hold still, Whumpee. Hold still," Caretaker ordered as they tried to take stock of just how much shrapnel was in Whumpee's back.

"CAN'T! H-H-HURTS!" Whumpee screamed as Caretaker's fingers accidentally brushed against a particularly bloody piece of metal in their back.

"I know it hurts. I know it hurts. But you have to be still. Please, Whumpee. I need to help you."

Caretaker's unspoken words hung in the air. Let me save you. You saved me. Let me save you.

Whumpee had shoved Caretaker down, covering Caretaker with their long, lean body. Whumpee took the brunt of the shrapnel from the explosion. Caretaker would be dead if Whumpee hadn't. But now they couldn't let Whumpee die.

Whumpee's thrashing slowed. "Please," they whispered quietly. "H-H-Hurtssssss," their words slurring. "C-C-Care'rrrrrr."

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee." Caretaker tapped Whumpee's clammy cheek as Whumpee's eyes rolled into the back of their head. "Stay with me, Whumpee. Stay. Please."

But Whumpee didn't break. Their breath came in shallow gasps. "I am sorry," Caretaker whispered as they realized they had to hurry. "I'll be quick." Their fingers wrapped around a particularly large piece of shrapnel. "I'll get you bandaged up." And they pulled the piece out. The piece pulled free in a loud squelching sound. "I'll get you to help. Just hold on."

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Tumble

Warnings: head injury, hurt/comfort

Whumpee's world was a cacophony of sound and blinding lights. They blinked and tried to shut their eyes tight against the light, but still the light burst through, stabbing through their skull. And the sounds they were everywhere all at once, but also nowhere. They couldn't make any sense of it.

There were hands touching them. Touching them all over. What was happening? What had happened? They needed to get up.

A cool hand touched their cheek gently. A face loomed in and out of focus above them. Whumpee could see their lips moving, the sound slowly fading in above the other noise.

"You.....took.....a.....tumble. Lie.......still." The stranger's words sounded as though they were underwater. Perhaps they were underwater.

"Wha--?" the words didn't fully form. They had to sit up.

The stranger leaned closer, their hand never leaving Whumpee's face. "'m......Caretaker.......can......you....tell.....me.....your.......name?"

What was their name? Whumpee. Their name was Whumpee.

Caretaker smiled. "Nice.....to.......meet.....you.......Whumpee."

Had they said that outloud? They must have. Caretaker couldn't read their mind. Or at least they hoped not. It was so bright and so loud. Caretaker turned away from Whumpee and the world suddenly dimmed.

"Better?" Caretaker's voice sounded closer.

"Mmmmm," Whumpee managed.

"Stay..down. Help...is..on..the way."

And though Whumpee realized that something really bad must have happened to them, they felt safe with Caretaker. And so they let themself drift a bit, knowing that help was coming and that Caretaker would watch over them.

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Edge

Warnings: captivity, restraints, drugging, implied noncon

Whumpee was on the edge of unconsciousness. Whumper always kept them that way with whatever drug Whumper kept injecting. Every time Whumpee felt like they were regaining their faculties, Whumper cooed in their ear, kissed down their neck, and stabbed a needle into their arm.

"Oh darling, you are such a fighter," Whumper said one day as they stroked Whumpee's cheek. "I do so love that about you."

Whumpee wished they could fight back. Or they wished Whumper would just knock them out. They hated being awake for what Whumper did after the kissing. After the touching. They hated being awake and aware of every thrust of Whumper's body, every move Whumper made with them. They just wanted to disappear in those moments.

Tears leaked from the corner of Whumpee's eyes as Whumper kissed down their neck. They had been thinking about someone else's kisses. Someone else's touch. Caretaker. They loved when Caretaker kissed them, held the, and was with them. They couldn't help but think of Caretaker as Whumper touched them. If they had to be awake, maybe they could disappear somewhere in their mind. "C-Caretaker," they whispered as they screwed their eyes shut. They couldn't help themself.

"Oh darling," Whumper smiled down at Whumpee, "forget about them. They've certainly forgotten about you."

Whumpee screwed their eyes shut. "N-No." Caretaker would never forget them.

"It's only you and me now, darling. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it." Whumper leaned down and whispered the last in Whumpee's ear, nipping at the shell of Whumpee's ear. "And maybe you will, too."

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The Point

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

"Don't move," Whumper said as they pointed their sword at Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee was seething. They had been running for so long they had thought they would evade Whumper. Whumper proved to be a far more difficult adversary than Whumpee thought. "How did you find me?" Whumpee kept their hands up where Whumper could see them. They didn't want to give Whumper an excuse to hurt them.

Whumper smirked. "You're not hard prey to catch, Whumpee." They tossed a pair of manacles at Whumpee's feet. "Put these on," they ordered.

"And if I refuse?" Whumpee wasn't going to be complicit in their own kidnapping.

Whumper flicked the sword, slicing a lock of hair from Whumpee's head. "I won't miss next time." Whumper placed the sword tip on Whumpee's cheek. "Put these on. Don't make me order you a third time."

Whumpee didn't want to put the manacles on. They didn't want to be restrained and at the mercy of Whumper. They knew what awaited them in Whumper's dungeon. But they also couldn't be stabbed. Whumper would just as soon kill them as wound them. And they needed to buy Caretaker time to find them.

With great trepidation, Whumpee knelt to pick up the manacles. "What are you going to do to me?" They asked as they snapped the manacles into place. The manacles were tight and bruising on their wrists.

"Anything and everything," Whumper said as their eyes darkened. "Anything and everything, Whumpee."

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"I'm Fine."

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, bloody nose, bruises, rescue

Caretaker quickly made their way through the abandoned warehouse. Whumper had said that they taken Whumpee here. That they tortured Whumpee here. And that they left Whumpee to die here.

Caretaker prayed they weren't too late.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker called, hoping beyond hope that Whumpee could hear them. No sound came. "Come on, Whumpee. I'm here. I'm here. Please, say something."

Caretaker rounded the corner and gave a gasp. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee was slumped over in the chair they were bound to. Blood coated their shirt, parts of the chair, and had dripped onto the floor in places. Whumpee moaned at the sound of Caretaker rushing forward.

"Whumpee! Say something. Talk to me, Whumpee."

"Caretakerrrr," Whumpee croaked. They lifted their head weakly and blinked up at Caretaker. Their face was swollen and bruised, blood dripping in a steady stream from their nose. "'m finnnnnne."

"You are definitely not fine. But I'm here. I've got you. Let's get you out of here."

Whumpee nodded and let their head drop. "'ump'r?"

"Handled." Caretaker quickly began to saw through the thick coils of rope at Whumpee's ankles. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, Whumpee."

"'s'kay," Whumpee's voice was barely audible.

Caretaker looked up at Whumpee. Whumpee's face was ghostly pale, and they blinked slowly, their eyes beginning to roll back as they stared down at Caretaker. "None of that, Whumpee," Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek as they rose up and began to saw at the ropes on Whumpee's wrists. "None of that. You stay awake and with me, you here? Whumpee!"

"'m 'wakkkkke," Whumpee hissed as they gritted their teeth, fighting unconsciousness. "So.....so tireddddd."

"I know you are, Whumpee. But you have to stay awake. You have to stay awake until I can get you to help. Ok?"

Whumpee nodded, as they swallowed hard. "Stay'ng."

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Obey

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, asphyxiation

"Obey me and I won't hurt you again, Whumpee," Whumper purred in Whumpee's ear. "I'll even let you breathe as much as you want."

Whumpee's chest heaved as they gasped for air. Whumper had been strangling them for the better part of an hour. "Anything.....I'll," gasp, "do anything." Whumpee gasped again.

Whumper smiled down at Whumpee, their fingers loose around Whumpee's throat. "Say please."

"Pl-Pl-Please," Whumpee whispered. They would do anything, anything, to get Whumper to stop.

"Very good, that's right, beg me," Whumper snickered as their fingers closed tightly around Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee struggled in Whumper's grasp. Struggled to breathe, struggled to take a breath. But it was no use, Whumper's grip was too tight. They couldn't get a breath in. And as black spots peppered their vision, Whumpee let themself go limp, let their hands soften in their restraints.

Just as Whumpee felt the edge of their grip on consciousness, Whumper released their grip. Whumpee coughed, gasping desperately for air. "Y-Y-You....li-li-lied," Whumpee finally managed to say.

"You believed me. That's not my fault. Why would you believe the person who's been torturing you for the last several hours? Why would I be honest?" Whumper sneered down at Whumpee. "Face it, Whumpee, even if you obey me, your life is mine to do with as I want."

Whumpee opened their mouth to argue, but they were silenced as Whumper closed their fingers once more, cutting off all of Whumpee's air.

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You're Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee clawed their way back to consciousness. They were exhausted. Days and days of torture at Whumper's hand had taken its toll on their body. Between the pain and blood loss, Whumpee had passed out while Whumper worked on them.

But now was time to wake up. They needed to be awake. Need to be alert enough to figure out a plan to get away. To escape. They had to wake up.

The dimly room was musty and freezing. Wherever Whumper had been keeping Whumpee, it hadn't been used in a long time. A scraping sound had Whumpee wrenching their eyes open.

"Oh good, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the far side of the room.

"C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee croaked. Their throat was raw from all their screaming over the last several days.

"I'm here, Whumpee, I'm here." Caretaker came into Whumpee's field of vision. They cupped Whumpee's cheek with their warm hand. Whumpee leaned into their soft, tender touch. "I am sorry it took me so long to get here."

"You're here," Whumpee said as they gave a sigh of relief. Caretaker was here. They were saved.

"Let's get you out of these cuffs."

"Whumper?" Whumpee dared to hope that Whumper was gone.

"Taken care of, love. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

Whumpee sighed. Whumper was gone. Caretaker was here. They were safe. Suddenly everything seemed lighter and softer. They began to close their eyes once more.

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open." Caretaker's voice was urgent. So urgent. But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care.

"Mmmmm," was all they could manage.

"Shit. Whumpee. Whumpee! Love, look at me. Open your eyes. Where's all this blood from? Whumpee!"

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker where Whumper had sliced through layers and layers of skin. Wanted to tell Caretaker where they had been stabbed. Wanted to tell Caretaker about all their aches and pains. But they were so cold. And tired. And most of all, they were safe. Whumpee sank back into the darkness, knowing that Caretaker had them, and they would be safe. No matter what.