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Whumpee abruptly stopped their begging and flailing, watching in horror as Whumper slowly turned back to face them.

He touched over his cheekbone, somewhat in surprise, over the spot where Whumpee had just hit him.

"Well," he drawled as he drew up. "If it’s a fight you want..."

"No..." Whumpee backed away. "No please, I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I just... meant to defend myself..."

"From what? I didn't come at you with the intent to fight. Do you want to?"

"No! I just... didn't want you near me..."

"Oh." He stopped and Whumpee almost sighed in relief. But their sigh was cut off by a yelp when the hand that had stopped reaching for them, suddenly clamped around their wrist. "That can easily be arranged."

He dragged the shrieking Whumpee along behind him and threw them into a small room. "Well, a few days in a pitch dark cramped room will surely be better than being near me." He smiled as Whumpee reached out. "Enjoy yourself." And he slammed the door shut.

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Small drabble again for once, tagging anyways: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @painsandconfusion

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recovering Whumpee who stumbles when they walk, old scars on their feet or legs keeping them from doing so properly or restricting their field of motion

recovering Whumpee conditioned to walk up straight, or keep a straight face, slapped or electrocuted when not done. When they feel them self slouch they fix it quickly, surprised each time when no pain comes

conditioned Whumpee who was trained to walk with their arms behind their back, the consistently walk and sit like this, not used to being able to use their arms even when they trip or stumble .

Recovering Whumpee who was pressured washed to get clean, imagine seeing a hose a caretakers house or even going to the bathroom.

Previously pet Whumpee getting used to using the bathroom like a person again.

Recovering whumpee who was bound for a long time, and has scars from where their bindings rubbed their skin raw.

Recovering whumpee who was bound for a long time and sometimes forgets they can use their full range of motion, instinctively keeping gestures small.

Recovering whumpee with scars from their binding who feels the memory of the pain, and rubs their scars as a nervous habit.

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When I am done with you whumpee, all that will be left is your beautiful eyes.

No, don't cry darling, it is an honor to a part of my collection

It means you are special, eyes like no other

Hold still, I must capture the look In your eyes, it is truly like no other.

A Whumper with a large collection of eyes, all from past Whumpees. Just a whole room of colorful eyes staring back at you from the many shelves.

By angrylittleghostinacup

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Weapon Prompt 10

Water

Perhaps it's for cleaning, Whumpee is cleaning their wounds, scrubbing their skin to oblivion trying to get Whumper off of them.

Rather it is their smell, their taste, just the feeling of warmth of their skin, it needs to come off.

Cleaning the wounds hurts, the pressure of the shower into open wounds burns, small cuts or huge lashes

Whumper cut hose them down in ice water, the pressure itself hurting more than the actual cuts

Forced to bath in ice water, shivering as the move the cloth, not being able to leave until all the dirt and crap leaves their skin

Or perhaps the helplessness in the water, being restrained under a dripping faucet

Or in the bathtub, whumper lingering in sensitive areas just a little longer than comfortable.

Waterboarding

Being chained in a clear box or tube, the water filling up slowly, just stopping before it engulfs them completely.

Water can heal but it can also weather and destroy over time.

How will you use it?

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Whump Dialouge 7

oh but dear, i always keep my word.

Whumper who doesn't lie, they don't promise they'll stop, they keep their word

Caretaker who swears at a dying whumpee that they will get revenge on whumper for doing this. Even if it requires them to be whumped for a time.

The truth hurts, always remember that.

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What type of POV

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Make them beg you for their “basic human rights”

“You made one mistake there darling, your not a person anymore”

Crawling on their knees below you, letting you pet them and pull their hair. Whatever you desire.

Or rather the opposite, isolate them, leave them cold and alone on their own, make it so impersonal, stay so indifferent that they want to make you happy or mad, just emotion.

touch starved whumpees develop Stockholm syndrome over time. They blame themselves, external becomes internal.

Strip your whumpees of everything, their dignity, their clothes, their mind, and see what a crumbled mess they become.

Whumpee locked in a cell, without clothes.

It's a classic, but for good reason. Stripping someone of their clothes is such a simple and effective way to strip them of their dignity, warmth, safety and even part of their identity.

And if you want to dehumanize them even further? Make them wear a collar and nothing else.

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a god who collects their human sacrifices and keeps them around as playthings

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I like the idea of possessive Whumpers with their Whumpees in a setting that’s not direct captivity

Like Whumpee is still living their life, going to work and stuff, from the outside everything seems fine with them. Inside their house, though, of course it’s anything but.

I want the subtle signs of power. The necklace Whumpee wears, that nobody—save for one very specific person—ever gets close enough to notice that there isn’t a clasp—it’s welded on.

Their watch, seemingly a normal smartwatch, but it’s not connected to their own phone. Their location is always being shared to Whumper, and they better pray that the heartbeat monitor on it keeps working because if Whumper thought they took it off for even a minute, they’d be fucked.

Numerous wounds and bruises, hidden under gauze, then bandages, then a long sleeved undershirt, and finally their work clothes. They feel like the fabric is choking them, temperature growing unbearable in the many layers and the office’s heater. But they can’t take it off, not even their jacket.

The dark circles beneath their eyes, concealer smeared over their face to hide the bruises. When their coworkers ask why their voice is so hoarse, why their eyes are so swollen, they respond “just a head cold,” and quickly return to work.

They pray for somebody to notice the signs, and at the same time they hope no one will ever find out, fearing not only what Whumper would do to them, but what they would do to the coworker too.

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Glued to the pages of that old black diary, memories of a past I barely recognize, a toothless grin goes from ear to ear.

There was so much life, so much time.

I never got to know the little girl I used to be. I am her. She is me.

Still, there's a void I cannot fill, a coldness that crawls just beneath my skin, poisonous emptiness that runs deep within.

I've missed so many things. I will never be complete, not after everything you took away from me.

So I sit and think about everything she could have been,

if only you had let her be.

- r.l

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Weapon Prompt 9

Handcuffs (second person, mild gore)

The non innocent Whumpee's, whumpee's who have broken the law, whumpee's who have been whumpers

Handcuff to a pole in someone's basement, they were a vigilante of some sort, a name you never heard of yet, you were sure would remember them after this

The handcuff bleed in to your wrist, definately leaving a mark

Hands above your head, hanging you, with or without your feet touching the ground

Or perhaps your hands are tied low, forcing your back to arch or forcing you into a bow

Dirty Cops doing things they shoudn't, bright lights in your face, handcuffs to the table on both wrist.

The sharp part of it could be used as a weapon, so could the keys, simply if you are desperate enough, and I am sure by then you would be.

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Easy

“Come now, dear. What’s the worst thing that could happen when you drop the tough act and just do as I say? All this—” he tightly gripped their arm and squeezed his thumb next to a healing cut, making Whumpee grit their teeth in pain, “—could stop.”

“You’ll just keep making things worse,” Whumpee said, conceding some of their fears. It was completely logical for them not to bend. “Worse and worse and—“

“No, darling, no. Not when you behave.”

“Yes, you will. You’ll just keep testing me. See how far you can push me. Keep upping the stakes until I’ll finally say ‘no’ and you’ll have your excuse to—“

“What makes you think I need an excuse?”

True. Even if they behaved perfectly, Whumper wouldn’t just stop. Which was the main reason they wouldn’t give in. Why submit when he was going to hurt them anyway? Pain, fine. Pain plus the burning shame of humiliation and the knowledge that they yielded? No. At least now they had the small pleasure of having him make an effort to get what he wanted.

And Whumpee knew that if they’d give into one simple request – get on your knees, look at me – it would soon escalate to worse things, push at their limits and comfort zone. Give a finger and he’d take their hand. And that little crack in their pride would keep getting larger, shame seeping in for giving in to the simple demands to escape some pain, until finally, it would splinter.

And they’d lose themself.

“Well,” Whumper drew away and instead crouched down next to them, helping them sit upright, but kept a tight grip onto their neck and tilted their chin up. “If you don’t want to get hurt, the solution is very simple, then.”

He smiled as Whumpee’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Just don’t say ‘no’.”

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Tagging: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @villainsvictim

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Fear in Whump 6

Fear of Small spaces, Claustraphobia

When you own space of motion becomes a privilege

Perhaps Whumpee has been locked in the same space for days

Perhaps they are restrained so tightly in a box that they can barely breathe properly

Darkness, just them exists

When they're out in the open, at least they know what to expect, they don't have to worry about random punishments, or unexpected pain. Whumper will tell them exactly what's happening, it gives them a sense of security, the only constant their life has

But when they're punished they know nothing about what is happening. Being shipped to a foreign place, strapped and gagged in a box with no line of sight.

They can't handle it anymore, they can't be startled or surprised. They hate small spaces, they don't know exactly when it started but they know they will never feel the same about them.

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ocd is literally just having a guy in your head that torments you with false prophecies & visions

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Ideas 8

Art in Whump

Whumpee is a painter, they paint how they see the world, through dark eyes or light. When Whumper has them, they still allow, or rather force, whumpee to paint how they are feeling after each session. Creating an arsenal of strange and dark pieces whumpee has made.

Sometimes whumper made them paint with blood, other times with other liquids

It was a way for Whumper to gouge Whumpee's mental state, and its changes with every type of torture.

Sensory torture resulted in bland and neutral colors, while gory scenes result in red and such.

Depending on the colors whumpee used, Whumper would choose the next type of torture

If Whumpee refused to paint, Whumper would do them all

Now that Whumpee is free though, they can no longer bring themselves to paint, and when they can squeeze out some inspiration, they don't let anyone see, they don't want to allow anyone to see their art again, or they will be able to enter Whumpee's mind set and use it against them.

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Whumper has their family

Whumper collared them just in time

A barrier of electric shocks in between them and freedom

so close yet so far, if only, if only Whumper would just drop their guard just once and it would be all over…::

It didn't need to be a big thing, whumpee would get their revenge no matter what it took....

Powerful Whumpees who are absolutely capable of killing Whumper, but are kept from doing so through magic, threats, or similar means.