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So I’ve been trying to find what I think is a post of yours or two. One part I recall is the whumper bringing a hammer down onto whumpee’s hand after tell them to unclench their fist. The other part(this may be a different writing piece) is whumper sending their hammer into whumpee’s femur, breaking it, after telling them they read in an article that it is the most painful bone to break. If these are your posts and you can find them, that would be amazing. Thank you!

I think you are talking about this post:

https://starrywhump.tumblr.com/post/647746394037305344/right-or-left-please-dont-do-this-please

It’s all in one part, happy reading!

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Oof love this so much

Yeah, the fish tank filling up with water thing in all honor, but what about one of those preassure tank things that slowly drains out the oxygen? and the whole thing is glass obviously and you can still hear through it so Whumper can taunt and watch to their heart's content. or just, making them get into a lockable water tank under threat, going "awwe don't worry, i remember you're quite good at holding your breath, you have been so far", and you know just making them aware they will be locked under water for who knows how long and the panic in their eyes as they try to take the biggest breath of air as the lid starts to close

ANONNAJFHAHDHSHDHD you can't...just...send these to me...I'm going to die. Fuck. Guh. (I'm jk of course please do continue 🥵)

CWs: suffocation/choking, torture, implied past noncon used to taunt

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"This should be interesting."

Whumpee presses their hands flat to the glass, looking around the container Whumper has thrown them in, trying to figure out what kind of sick torture they're in for this time.

"Wh-what is this?" They don't mean to stammer, to allow their voice to shake, but the fear gets through anyway.

And Whumper loves it. They always do. They grin, wickedly, and then rap their knuckle against it.

"You're too mouthy for your own good, darling. No matter what I do. Gagging you...just isn't good enough. You still find ways to curse me."

"Fuck you," Whumpee singsongs, and then kicks the glass, though it only ends up feeling like it nearly breaks their bare toes. "F—ow! Fuck you!"

"I'd think you'd have learned to use another phrase by now," Whumper purrs, looking them over, and Whumpee scowls, ducks their head in shame. "But I think...no, I think this should be a good lesson."

Whumpee watches Whumper click a button on something in their hand, and flinches as the top of the container closes down.

"What are you—"

Whumper presses something else, smirking, and suddenly Whumpee can't breathe as well. Suddenly they're dropping to their knees, clutching at their throat, and heaving in their breaths with so much effort it makes their muscles ache.

And then there's nothing. They try to wheeze in just a little more, and there's nothing.

Whumpee cries out. Or at least, they try to, but not a single sound comes from their mouth. They gag, and cough, and the noises are entirely silent. They tug at the collar around their neck, but even if they could get it off it wouldn't help.

"That's much better," comes Whumper's voice, muffled from the outside, and Whumpee raises their head to find the awful monster leering down at them, hands behind their back. "Why don't you try swearing at me now?"

Whumpee does try. Nothing comes. They mouth the words with not even a whisper of sound, and then brace themselves against the floor, striking their fist against the ground.

"Quite a fun little invention, isn't it? Vacuum-sealed." Whumper taps the glass again, taking a big, audible breath and sighing it out, and it makes Whumpee's lungs burn even hotter.

"Mmm. You look uncomfortable, dear one. Would you like to come out?"

Whumpee nods. It's all they can do. Their hands claw at their throat, their chest, as the pain becomes unbearable, and Whumper drinks it all in.

"Look at me. Pet. Let me see your pretty face."

Whumpee would do anything for this just to stop. They look up at Whumper, eyes half-lidded and vision blurred, chest heaving as they instinctively gulp for air that isn't coming.

"Oh, you poor thing! I don't think you're supposed to be that color! You look sorry, though. Are you sorry for being a naughty little thing?"

Whumpee nods again. They can't wait anymore, it hurts too much. They're blacking out, and maybe it's for the best they die, it means they'll be away from Whumper—

"Good pet," Whumper says, sounding miles away, and then suddenly there's air hitting Whumpee's face, and they collapse onto their side, coughing and gasping, filling their lungs again and again until things start to fade back in, until they can feel their fingers and toes again and they're left in some awful euphoric state of just being able to breathe.

"You can really hold your breath quite a while," Whumper murmurs, thoughtfully. "I just don't think you should be struggling so much when you—"

"Stop," Whumpee pleads, tears starting to drip down their face. They curl into themselves, hiding their eyes against their arm, and can't hold back a quiet sob, relieved only because they can hear again, they can make noise again. "Please."

"Oh, pet. You sound...broken. It's beautiful."

Whumpee chokes on their tears, and wipes them away, and pushes themselves back up a bit. "No. I—I—I'm not...broken."

Whumper pouts. "Shame. But you are crying. I didn't even have to touch you. So personally, I think, if I just—"

Whumpee feels the air thin again, and they panic, crying out no before they're gasping in as much as they can before it's gone.

"—do this a few more times, that might change," Whumper finishes, with a happy little smile. "It's fun, anyway, isn't it?"

Whumpee covers their mouth with both hands, watching Whumper settle themselves down in a chair they pull over, crossing their legs, getting comfortable as Whumpee's chest starts to burn again.

"I do think you're most beautiful when you're like this, pet. Struggling. Desperate for the breath I won't give to you. It really reminds you who's in charge, here, doesn't it? Who your body belongs to?"

Whumpee only glares at them. It's all they can do.

And Whumper shrugs, checks their watch, and flips the little remote between their fingers.

"Well, that's alright. Nowhere for me to be til tonight. So..." They tilt their head, watching as Whumpee slumps over again, trembling.

"We'll just see how you feel then."

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I lied I’m sorry school is hard haha

I will... hopefully... be returning to makin content soon. School is hard, but, I may have time soon :)

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I will... hopefully... be returning to makin content soon. School is hard, but, I may have time soon :)

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This… this is good

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NICO

LISTEN I accidentally posted something that’s I was trying to save to drafts my bad everyone BUT U CANT SEE IT YET ITS NOT DONE sorry besties it will hopefully be done soon :)

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Hi!! I’ve been following your page for a while but I’ve finally found the courage to tell you how much of an amazing writer you are. I don’t why it took me so long to tell you that. You construct your characters so well and portray emotions so powerfully and realistically. I just love your writing 10/10 you’re doing such a great job, I appreciate your work so much, I would come home from a hard day and read your stories to make me feel better. I especially love your Caspian story (I think that’s how you spell his name) ITS SO GOOD, THE PAIN, it’s perfect 🥺 is it ok if I get added to the tag list for that series? Sometimes i forget to check and I miss an update. Love you and your writting so much, thanks for doing what you do <3

First of all, this made my week, my month probably! I am so happy to hear that you enjoy my work, it makes me so so happy. So thank you for saying such nice things <3! I will totally add you to the tag list! This was so sweet of you so thank you again seriously! I hope you have an awesome day!

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pretty boy isn’t an insult. even if you sneer it at someone while pointing a gun at them and demanding their wallet, you’re still complimenting them. you’re just doing it with homoerotic hostility. fruit on fruit violence. why don’t you buy them flowers with their money that you just stole.

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Can't wait to read more of caspian and cole! It's one of my favourite stories here on tumblr and I'm always so happy to see that you posted a new part. Keep it up! I love it so so much!

This makes me so happy, thank you for taking the time to tell me!! Seriously it means so much that people actually like my work. I hope you have an awesome day <3

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"Caspian?"

The door creaked as Cole pushed it open, filling the tense silence.

Cole had waited until Caspian stopped yelling.

It only took five minutes to stop the bleeding from his nose. The rest of the time Cole stood outside the door to Caspian's room, raising his hand to grab the doorknob, and dropping it back to his side when he couldn't muster up the courage to actually open the door.

Guilt weighed on him as he realized how long he had waited.

Caspian had been yelling most of that time, well at the beginning he was yelling, but as time went on less actual words could be heard. It felt wrong to just stand and listen to his sobs.

Cole felt tears welling up in his own eyes, hearing the pain he caused in another human being.

Would dying back in that alley have been a more merciful life for Caspian?

He tilted his head up, blinking to clear his vision.

It's not time for you to freak out you need to fix this.

"Caspian? Can... can I come in?

Cole stepped into the room. The bedsheets had been pulled off to the side, the bed was empty.

Shit shit shit!

Where is he?

Cole stepped forward into the room.

How could he have escaped?!

You would have seen him if he made a break for the front door so how-

Cole's train of thought was cut short as he noticed a face-down figure on the floor next to the bed, half-covered by blankets.

He let out a sigh of relief. The reprieve of worry ended quickly as he realized he now had to figure out what to say to his...

Cole didn't know how to classify his relationship with Caspian.

"Hey, uh, you ok?"

No response.

A quick deep breath was much too loud in the room, it didn't do as much to calm Cole as he had hoped. He fidgeted with his pant legs, unsure if his being here was making things better or worse.

He cleared this throat, "you alright... down there? Are you uh... you ok?"

There was a long pause.

"I tried to get up, to leave. I can't walk on my leg. Thought I could, I can't." Caspian's voice was monotone.

It unnerved Cole. Caspian wasn't a quiet person when he was mad, he yelled, he cursed.

This was different, quiet, resigned.

"I'm sorry, that... hurt probably so I'm, I'm sorry that happened."

"Nothing I'm not used to by now."

Cole opened and closed his mouth, not able to think of the right words, "I- I'm sorry."

"Why?," Caspian's voice didn't change, "Remember when you told me you never tortured me. Why would you be sorry if you never hurt me."

Cole's response died in his throat, guilt washed over him. Of course, he had hurt Caspian, he... he should be sorry.

"Oh, or are you apologizing for drugging me until I threw up, electrocuting me, throwing alcohol into my open wounds-"

"Yes- yes I'm apologizing for that. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Cole looked up to the ceiling, he couldn't cry. Everything Caspian was saying is true, he deserved to talk about it.

“It made you feel powerful," Caspian's tone remained neutral, almost uninterested like he was stating a sure fact.

“No! It didn't, Caspian I never enjoyed it. I never wanted to hurt you, and- and I’m so sorry all this happened to you. I’m so sorry,” Cole's throat felt tight with impending tears.

Caspian didn't respond. He hadn't moved once the entire time Cole had been in the room.

"I- I could help you back on the bed... if you want?"

No response.

Cole didn't know what to say, he pressed his fingerpads against each other one by one, passing the time, trying to settle his beating heart.

"Are you in a lot of pain? I could get you some pain meds?"

"I'm always in a lot of pain.”

“I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll get it for you ok? I’ll be right back,” Cole stepped out of the room, heading for the hall closet.

His chest felt tight, it would have been so much easier for Caspian to yell at him, to get angry, make it confrontational.

But he hadn't really been angry since Damien. The few times he did sort of fight back, it seemed more like desperation than anger. Like an animal caught in a trap.

It made sense. Cole understood what it was like to have your entire worldview turned on its head by the Operation. One moment you're just a regular person going through life, and the next you're trying to figure out if you can how much longer you can endure each new agonizing horror.

Cole hoped that for Caspian this change wasn't permanent.

He reached into the closet, grabbed the stolen oxycodone, then walked to the kitchen to fill a glass with water.

Nothing but silence came from Caspian's room.

Cole took a steadying breath, "Ok, I'm back. Uh, can I help you back up on the bed, or even just to sit up- just so you don't choke?"

"Do what you want it's not like I can stop you."

Cole clenched his teeth, "I- uh yeah- I mean no! I mean, I'm not going to, uh, I'm not going to do anything you don't want, but you can't take this laying down. And you don't have to, but I think you would feel better if you took it."

Caspian didn't respond.

Cole walked around the bed to Caspian. One side of the handcuffs was still locked around his left wrist. The scabs formed from where Damien restrained him had been ripped open, dried blood covered the cuffs and his free wrist. His head was turned away, staring at the bottom of the bed frame.

Cole lowered himself to the floor next to the other boy, leaning his head back against the wall, “I’m not going to do anything unless you say it’s ok, I can wait as long as you need until you feel ready,” he set the pills and water on the floor by his side, “I can take those cuffs off too if you want.”

Caspian didn't respond.

Cole didn't know what to say, there didn't seem like there was anything he could say that would fix anything in this situation. It would be so much better for Caspian to just take the pills and let him help him up on the bed, but Cole was determined to let Caspian choose. Give him the little autonomy he could safely have.

"I would've stayed quiet."

Cole was snapped out of his thoughts by Caspian's voice, he wasn't sure what he meant, "I-"

"You didn't need to do that."

Oh.

"I'm... I really am sorry. I'm sorry that you had to go through that, I just needed to know you wouldn't-"

"I'm not stupid, as soon as I heard his voice I recognized it was Liam, the guy tortured me, I'm not going to forget his voice," Caspian's tone hadn't changed, from that sad monotone, "I wouldn't have made a sound."

Cole's guilt did nothing but grow.

He still believed he did the right thing.

Caspian had made noise after all.

Well, maybe that was only from the panic of being tied up...

No, you did the right thing.

"I needed to be sure," Cole's voice was strained.

"Well, I guess you have it all figured out then, glad you know what's best," a hint of familiar sarcasm slipped into Caspian's voice.

Cole's chest ached with too many complicated feelings. He almost didn't catch the slight sniffle Caspian let out.

This was so much incredibly harder to deal with than being yelled at. Cole didn't really know how to comfort any crying person, but Caspian, that was another whole level of difficulty.

He reached his hand out, pausing mid-air to decide if this was really the right course of action. It was the only thing he could think of so, he gently laid a hand on Caspian's arm. As soon as he did Caspian flinched, but didn't pull away, there wasn't much room to pull away but Cole hoped that wasn't the only thing stopping him.

Slowly, Caspian turned his head to face the other way. A spattering of dried blood covered his chin and neck. His eyes shone with tears as he looked up at Cole, his face painted with fear.

"Don't tie me up again," it wasn't a demand, it was a plea, Caspian's voice breaking with tears as he whispered.

"I won't," Cole spoke firmly, "I won't I promise."

Not now at least.

The thought forced its way into his head. At some point, he would need to restrain Caspian so he wouldn't run off.

But it wouldn't hurt not to tell him that now, he just needed to deal with today right now, not the future.

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also it's 4:40am I have been writing since like 8pm I think. I was also watching wandavision so I started and finished that tonight anyway happy july first everyone another lovely month to do nothing of value with my life

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Enjoy this story with random new ocs that started off as a vent cause disassociating is scary and the worst so I want fictional characters to also deal with it.

“-you…. ok?”

Faintly they recognized a voice, what it was saying was lost on them.

Their eyes were closed. The darkness around them felt big, like a vast world. One that was easier to be in right now. Unless they focused really, really hard, they couldn't tell there was any world other than that darkness.

They weren't thinking anything but felt completely lost in thought, it was like something hadn't quite worked right. Some switch didn't flip at the right time and they were daydreaming as an action but there was no dream in their head.

The sensation of the ground below them, hot air around them, they could feel it perfectly but at the same time, none of it felt real.

Their brain kept almost working it all out, never quite getting to a solid conclusion before starting over again from scratch.

Even that feeling of being unsure they were unsure about, as soon as they thought they were almost sure about it, they never quite got there.

"Are you ok?"

There was that voice.

There was a weight on their arm, after some amount of time they couldn't quite identify, they realized it was a hand.

The hand wrapped around their forearm.

"Is there someone I can call for you?"

The voice seemed louder, it filled the darkness. Not lighting it but occupying all the space that was there. It almost hurt.

The air around them was hot, and there was solid ground under their feet.

At some point the ground moved, it was solid under their back. The air was still hot and around them.

They didn't remember the ground moving.

Their head was pounding now, that was a change. It hurt.

It hurt really bad. When had that happened?

It was like they blinked and fell asleep for a few moments, or minutes or some amount of time where the ground had moved and their head had started hurting.

There was still that weight on them, more places now. Hands.

They also realized someone had been talking this whole time, they only noticed it just now.

It sounded like the voice was worried but they didn't know what it was saying.

The darkness was stronger now and the voice couldn't get inside it.

It was just them and that big void.

And when they finally got too tired, it was just the void.

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When they woke up, they woke in a way that felt completely different.

They snapped out of something that immediately brought about a panic of how long had they been trapped in it.

They shot up quickly, causing their head to swim. For a moment they were sure they'd throw up but with a hand over their mouth, they managed to stifle the feeling.

They looked around, careful not to turn their head too quickly. They were in a bed, basic pine frame, plaid sheets. The walls were wood paneling. A simple wooden chair was next to the bed, turned towards it like someone had been watching them sleep.

It sent a shiver down their spine. Their head felt clearer than it had in a while. Then again they weren't sure how they even knew that, because as hard as they tried they couldn't remember it ever feeling clearer, or less clear, or... anything for that matter.

No, they remembered, they were sure. They just couldn't get to the memories, not right now.

They had to get somewhere safe, then they would be able to remember. Right now they had to get somewhere safe.

They turned and dropped their legs off the side of the bed, pushing themselves up to stand.

Distantly they heard a noise, a thunk.

Their face hurt, their nose specifically.

They were on the ground, when had that happened?

They felt tears well up in their eyes, they didn't know how long they just lost. This didn't feel right, there was something wrong with them.

"Hey woah, are you ok? I didn't uh, think you'd get up so soon, yourself."

Hands were on them.

The voice was familiar, vaguely.

"I'm- I'm fine."

That voice was even more familiar, it was so weak they were almost sure it couldn't be theirs, but the scratch in their throat as they talked proved it had to be.

There was a laugh. It was a nice sound.

"Are you sure about that now?"

The hands gripped them firmly, helping them up to a sitting position.

They let themselves be moved, too weak to resist. They forced their eyes open.

A man was crouched in front of them, loose brown curls. His eyes were crinkled warmly.

He smiled as they looked at him, "There you are love, are you ok?"

"Who-" their voice cracked, turning into a weak cough. They tried and failed to speak again. Their throat felt like sandpaper.

The guy shushed him gently, "It's ok, I understand. My name is Theo. I found you wandering around outside, just walking through a field. There isn't much around here, you must have walked for a while. You slept for like 40 hours. I'm going to help you back up on the bed ok?"

Theo helped them up again, guiding them to rest back against the pillows.

"Here," he handed them a glass of water from the side table.

They took it with shaky hands, and be began to gulp it down. Their throat was so dry it hurt at first, but slowly it began to soothe the painful scratchy feeling.

"What happened? To you, I mean. Why were you out there?"

The idea of lying came to their head, they didn't want to tell this stranger any important information.

But it was hard to try and lie when you don't know what's actually true. They couldn't remember anything to lie about.

"I-I..."

"It's ok love, you don't need to tell me. Can I at least get your name?"

That was a safe enough question, they could answer that.

If only they could remember the answer.

"I don't, uh I don't know," their voice was still hoarse, but the pain talking caused was now bearable.

Theo's eyebrows dropped a little, "oh. Well, that's... ok. That's alright, don't worry about it. Everything's going to be ok."

They doubted that. This wasn't normal, people were meant to remember things, about their life, and their name.

"I- I can't remember... anything," their distrust of the man before them was overshadowed by their growing panic, "I can't, what my life was, or what I was- I c-can't," their breathing quickened. Saying it out loud made it so much more real, but they couldn't stop, "I don't know who I am. What's my- who am I? What's my name?" Their voice cracked with held-back tears.

"Ok, ok," Theo held his hands out placatingly, "I don't know, I'm sorry. I wish I could help more. Take a breath, alright? It will be ok. You're safe, you have all the time in the world to figure this out. You can stay here as long as you need."

"I don't know, and I want to. Everything... hurts, it hurts and there has to be a reason, I have to have a name!" They tried to jump off the bed and were easily restained by Theo's hand pushing them back down onto the bed.

"You do have a name. Everyone has a name love, and we'll figure out yours. But right now, you need to relax. You're hurt, you said it yourself, let's deal with that ok? I could only do so much while you were sleeping, let's get you patched up. Get some food in you, it must have been a while since you had a good meal."

They stopped struggling, a few tears silently made their way out of their eyes. Resting sounded amazing, honestly. But even if they tried to they wouldn't be able to quiet the nagging feeling that they were missing something, something important could be happening and they just couldn't remember.

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Hey not dead fyi just creatively dead

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Thinking about Nico

me too bestie, always

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Whumpy Things I Like Part II:

Kneeling with hands bound behind their back.

The instant freeze, when they feel a gun to their head.

Whimpering/ shivering in pain and fear.

Grabbing a whumpee by the throat, but the hand around the neck isn't choking, more just a show of power and control.

“Leave them alone”/“ hurt me instead”/“I’m the one you want”: self sacrificing, to save someone.

The muffled cries of pain behind a gag.

Whumper coming up behind, and startling a blindfolded whumpee.

Willingly giving themselves up, letting the whumper cuff them/take them away.

Rubbing their sore wrists, when they're finally un cuffed.

Whumpee being held back by the arms, when trying to get to a loved one.

Being held down by whumpers on both sides, face to the floor.

Flinching at the crack of a whip.

Being dragged by the hair.

Begging quietly, muttering under their breath to themselves, and whumper says, “what did you say?”

Curling up into a ball, arms protectively to their head/face, when being beaten/kicked.

Being chained to the ceiling, arms drawn above their head, straining painfully.

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I’m in love

I see a gif I write a thing...

Content: caught/captive whumpees, failed escape, stress position, branding mention, choking mention, claustrophobic feel

"I could totally fit through these bars."

"No you couldn't."

"Yes I could!"

"Prove it then, go on, squeeze through and get us out of here."

"I will! Don't worry, I got this."

...

"I don't got this."

He'd got halfway through the bars, his left arm and shoulder through, head turned to the side, before the rest of his upper body refused to go any further. One arm free, the other clutching the bars from the inside, trying to get leverage.

He'd thought he'd at least be able to turn back, but his buttons snagged on the bars, and his legs had been the driving force pushing his body through but there was nothing to push him back. He'd breathed out, to slim down his chest, and now couldn't inhale, couldn't take more than tiny shallow gasps.

He trembled with exertion as minutes bled into hours and whined, pitifully, as footsteps sounded down the corridor leading to the room with their cells.

"Well then, what have we here? A little deviant trying to escape my claws, hmm?"

"Please, you have to help him, he's been stuck there for way too long."

"It does look painful, all twisted like that."

A whimper and small groan were all the sounds he could make, he hadn't been able to take a full breath in hours, his head cocked back and to the side. His torso contorted, neither able to stretch out or curl back, his knees had to stay locked in place so he didn't slip and choke. His was face red with the effort, his arms hanging limply after he'd long given up hope of helping the predicament.

"I think this could be a good teaching moment though. And an opportunity to mark what's mine. It's better if you're immobile for it."

"What do you mean?"

Rough fingers gripped the sleeve of his top and the seam at his shoulder was ripped to show off a slip of bare skin. A hand slapped the top of his left arm, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. "I was planning on branding my new catches, seems as good a time as any, doesn't it?"

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could you do like... whumpee and caretaker captured together? bonus points if they’re tied together back-to-back and we get some hand holding

“Stop! Stop plea-”

The whumpee was cut off by the sound of a fist colliding with skin.

“Please please stop hurting them,” tears spilled out of the whumpee’s eyes.

The whumper ignored them, smirking down at the caretaker.

“It’s- it’s fine, I’m ok don’t, don’t worry,” the caretaker panted, glaring back at their tormenter as they comforted the whumpee.

“p-please they didn’t do anything!”

“Didn’t do anything?” The whumper moved around to stand in front of the whumpee, “the very fact you'd think to question my actions shows just how much they've done," the whumper reached out, placing a finger under the whumpee's chin they pushed their head up to meet their eyes, "you're incredibly lucky I've let them live this long."

The whumpee nodded, desperate to keep the whumper talking to them, not hurting the caretaker, "I'm sorry... t-thank you," the whumpee forced out between quick panicked breaths.

A smile spread across the whumper's face, "you're welcome."

With a playful slap to the whumpee's face, the whumper moved back to the caretaker.

The whumpee stopped themselves from calling out to stop them, worried it would anger the whumper.

The whumper leaned down face to face with the caretaker, "Hear that? They were so quick to fall back into my pretty little pet. You didn't fix them, and you never will, they're mine."

"They will never be yours. They're a person they don't belong to anyon-"

A sharp slap cut the caretaker off.

"Hit me as much as you want, it won't change a thing." The caretaker's voice was ragged.

"Is that true? Hmm, I guess I should just kill you then-"

"No!" the whumpee jolted in their binds, "No no please don't! I- I'm yours you don't have to worry, please, please I'm yours!"

"You're not! Don't give in to this creep whumpee please" the caretaker's hand found the whumpee's between the chairs they were tied to.

"See that, that kind of poor influence is why they need to go," the whumper's eyes were dark, filled with hatred for this challenge of their power.

It felt as if a vice was slowly tightening around the whumpee's neck, suffocation was imminent and unavoidable. It was their fault the caretaker was in danger right now.

"Please, whumper, I'm yours," the whumpee's voice was shaky, so close to breaking into another sob, "I'm yours, I'll always be yours, don't worry about them."

"Whumpee-"

"It doesn't matter what they say," the whumpee continued ignoring the caretaker, "this is about you and me, just you and me," they took a breath, steeling themselves, "m-my scars are... they're fading, you should fix them."

"Whumpee no! They don't mean tha-"

"Be quiet," the whumper dismissed the caretaker, they only had eyes for the whumpee, a look of hunger washed over their face as they grinned at their captive, "is that what you really want?"

The whumpee nodded "yes, p-please I do. I..."

"No!"

"I remember how much you cried when I first gave them to you," the whumper smiled fondly.

"You're a fucking sadist, get away from them!" the caretaker growled.

"If you make another noise I will break one of your dearest's fingers."

The caretaker snapped their mouth shut. They squeezed the whumpee's hand in silent communication. It was probably meant to tell them to stop bartering their own torture for the caretaker's life, but the whumpee chose to ignore that meaning, instead gripping the caretaker's hand tightly as a minuscule sense of comfort.

"Now it can be just you and me. They can listen, but it will be for me won't it?" The whumper whispered to the whumpee, breaking them out of their thoughts.

The whumpee nodded.

The whumper smiled.

It was easier to have their eyes closed, they heard the click of the knife opening, but didn't have to look as the whumper used it to cut their shirt open.

They felt the tip of the blade in a familiar spot against their collar bones, it was so cruel it almost seemed funny. The whumpee remembers the making of these scars vividly, how terrified they were. Part of the horror back then was the unpredictability, today the whumpee knew exactly what would happen next. There was a map laid out in raised white lines, all the whumper was doing was following it. Along each collar bone, a long line across their chest, short lines under each rib. Each a precise tracing.

It wasn't as bad as when it had first happened, part of the pain then was the loss. The ability to sleep without nightmares, wear a short sleeve shirt without being watched like some kind of freak, to be a person and not some broken thing to be pitied. The scars would stay forever, no matter how much they faded they would never be fully gone, the whumpee remembered thinking about that the first time.

The whumpee didn't have to care about losing anything this time. Not anything about themselves at least. As long as the whumper's attention was on them and not the caretaker everything was perfect. They had long since passed the point of return, they were broken physically, mentally.

The caretaker didn't have to be. They could stay pure if the whumpee could take it for them, could just do what they were good at, all they were really good for anymore.