#hormones are wack. the pain is unbearable. and some meds sound mighty good

[whumpshaped]

tw period talk, captivity, implied torture

This was ridiculous. This was something so entirely... normal. It was too normal. Logically, Whumpee knew that if this ordeal stretched for longer than three weeks, they'd have to deal with the period cramps in a stupid, dingy basement. But when the waves of nausea actually hit, they felt unprepared.

Whumper didn't give them painkillers, and Whumpee never asked. They told them at least, because they had to, because they had already gotten tired of lying in a pool of their own blood during the past weeks. But they didn't mention the pain, and Whumper didn't assume. Or maybe they didn't care.

The ache spread from their abdomen to their lower back, and no position was good enough to relieve both areas at once. Their head was pounding and the urge to throw up was getting more unbearable by the second. Every wave was worse than the last. They couldn't help gently rocking back and forth on the cold floor in a desperate attempt to ease the agony.

And then Whumper came downstairs, and Whumpee sat up, their whole body screaming at them to lie back down. They bit the inside of their cheek to keep from groaning, and to give themself another kind of pain to focus on. It was ridiculous. It was somehow worse than all the things Whumper had done so far, because this one was too insistent, and it couldn't be stopped by begging.

Still, Whumpee was determined to get through the added torment with grace.

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