#sorry whumpee ya gotta have a choice it's for a prompt!!!

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Febuwhump day 26:Forced to Choose

They hadn’t had a choice. The thought ran through their head endlessly, a mantra, a prayer. A plea for forgiveness, because they had to do it. They had no choice. 

“I didn’t have a choice,” They whispered to the small knife in their bloodied hands, to the body of their fellow captive, their friend. One of them had to die, Whumper had said as much. They’d only been given water for days, barely enough to keep them moving and not a single drop more. If they both refused to follow orders, if they both refused to touch the weapon given to them or dared to turn it against their captors, they would both die. Whumpee had decided to live. They hadn’t had a choice.

Their companion simply stared, eyes unfocused and accusing.

Whumpee didn’t hear the door to their cell unlocking, nor the footsteps of the soldiers walking in. It was only when Whumper stood before them that Whumpee was pulled from their stupor. Behind Whumper, they could see that the body was gone, only a smear of blood remaining.

Whumper spoke with a gravelly tone, not a hit of emotion to be found. “Congratulations, you passed.” Without another word, Whumper signaled for his men to leave.

Whumpee stood, shocked and shaking, for several long minutes, staring at the blood. They only noticed the tray of food perched on their bunk nearly an hour later. They clutched the knife close.

Three days later, after Whumpee recovered their strength from their period of starvation, Whumper began training them.