Another inexperienced whumper who is intimidated by a larger/defiant/creepy whumpee, perhaps?
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/rizzamacka-whump/720680567328358400/an-inexperienced-whumper-who-is-intimidated-by-a?source=share
Whumpee: "What are you waiting for?"
Whumper: "Uh, I don't usually deal with people... as strong-looking as you."
Whumpee: "A-Are you seriously hesitating right now?!"
Whumper: "No, no! I... uh, just need a moment to mentally prepare myself."
Whumpee: *laughs* "Maybe you should try a different career, mate."
Whumper: "You might be right about that."
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Drabble - Four Temperaments
Thank you @pinker-and-blacker for the drabble commision!
Sanguine
“Why are-”
“Shut up,” they hissed. Glaring me down. I’m taller, but I had sat down so I won’t strike any dangerous sense of inferiority, and also to make them feel in control. They were in control, but they needed to feel it.
“You don’t need to do this, you know? Mayb-”
“Shut the fuck up,” they screamed, stomping towards me, but stopping before being on my reach. Whoever they were, they seemed as scared of me as I was from them.
Maybe, if my attempts of talking my way out fail, I can carve their fear into a tool.
Phlegmatic
“I’m quiet, I’m quiet,” I raised my hands. “I won’t fight.”
“Shut it,” the stranger hissed, stressed, almost scared. As if they were the one who just woke up chained by the ankle in a tiny windowless bedroom.
I closed my mouth and eyed the person between me and the door. They looked weak, but I was already restrained anyway. I analyzed the situation; Stress was the main issue; I wasn’t hurt yet and if I wanted it to remain true I would need the stranger to be calm.
If I calm them long enough, I’ll find a way out.
Melancholic
I raised my hands, more in an attempt to shield myself than to show I meant no harm, but really, look at me; one must have serious issues if they fear me.
“Quiet,” they hissed angrily. Even though I was quiet already; they can’t really blame my body for shivering.
An attempt to hug my knees clanked the chain against itself, and I could feel the stranger’s angry frown even with my eyes staring down. I need to be very quiet. So I closed my eyes and tried to move my mind as far away from the room as possible.
Choleric
“Let me out,” I yelled, glaring down at the wimpy out of reach.
“Quiet down,” they ordered, trying to hide their fear behind a bossy facade.
“Make me, asshole,” I leaned closer. Not stepping, though, I wanted a moving room. Just in case.
They stepped back, hissed “You’ll regret it!” and dashed out like a scared mouse.
Regret it? I was chained up and just fought my only source of water and food so yeah, maybe I’ll fucking regret it. But — I smiled at the thought— I won’t be the only regretful one. I will fucking make sure of it.
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CW: Kidnapped, restrained, gasoline, threat of immolating, ransom
The scent of gasoline was overwhelming.
"You don't- You don't have to do th-this," Whumpee choked. They were forced to their knees, hands bound to a latch on the floor. Their heart pounded, not able to see what whumper was doing behind them.
"Now now, let's not be that way." Whumper poured liquid over whumpee's head as they practically shouted as the cold ran down their spine. They had to hold their breath as the smell of gas and oil was suffocating.
"I know you don't deserve this." Whumper said, pouring out the last drop. "But if your caretaker brings me what I've asked for, you'll be just fine. You'll go free, and after a shower and change of clothes, this will alllll be over." They carelessly tossed the can to the side as whumpee flinched at the noise.
"All of th- this.... F-fo-for wh- a -at" Whumpee choked out their own words.
"Hey hey hey, don't pass out on me. Shhhh, deep breaths. I want you awake when caretaker comes. It helps with the persuasion, especially if you're crying and all." They pinched at a strand of whumpee's hair and felt gasoline seep between their fingers.
They sat next to them and cupped their jaw, making them face the door. Whumpee's heart nearly stopped beating when they heard a gentle *flick* of a lighter being ignited overhead.
"They'll be here any second now." Whumper whispered in their ear.
"Let's hope for your sake that's the case, anyway."
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Put a cold, heavy metal collar around your whumpees. Make it so heavy, keep them so starved, that they can't stand up from the weight.
Wrap a shiny, colorful collar around their neck. Maybe even add a diamond so if they damage it, they get double punished.
Clip a chain or a leather leash to pull them closer to their whumper's face. Choke them if they misbehave.
Show off your whumpee's newly earned collar. Maybe they were good and this new one is more comfortable and clean. Or maybe they were bad and need to be kept close and restrained at all times.
Show your recently captured whumpees that they are property now, add a tag with their master's symbol to mark what belongs to them.
Collars.
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A truly unconscious aspect, primitive and possibly decisive, but never allowed to come to the fore in the column, should at least be suggested. Indulgence in astrology may provide those who fall for it with a substitute for sexual pleasure of a passive nature. It means primarily submission to unbridled strength of the absolute power. However, this strength and power ultimately derived from the father image has become completely depersonalized in astrology. Communion with the stars is an almost unrecognizable and therefore tolerable substitute of the forbidden relation with an omnipotent father figure.
I’m starting to appreciate the editor’s note at the beginning of this book where the editor is like ok look there’s some insane shit in here. but don’t worry it’s also funny
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