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Whumpril Prompt #3

Shame

TW: chained, gagged, taunting

“You don’t deserve it.”

Whumpee stared defiantly into whumpers eyes, pushing back the embarrassment they could feel bubbling up into their stomach.

Whumpee was chained down to the ground so they were forced to kneel. They had been chained there for days. Their knees were rubbed completely raw from shifting to find a better position, and their wrists were red and swollen from the chain. They hadn’t eaten in as many days.

Whumper stood over them, holding a piece of food high in the air where Whumpee couldn’t reach it.

“You don’t deserve it,” whumper said again. “Tell me why you think you deserve it.”

Whumpee gritted their teeth. “Because I’ve been chained here for days, and if you want to keep torturing me then I need to have the energy.” Whumpee was lying, and whumper could tell.

“Oh, I know you could do a lot better, Princess. That wasn’t nearly convincing enough. Why do you deserve it?”

Normally, Whumpee wouldn’t try to be so defiant. But whumper had just captured caretaker, and they were chained to the wall a few feet away, watching the whole scene. “Just give me the food,” they growled.

Whumper laughed with his teeth. “Oh no, you know better than that! You know what I’m looking for. Beg.”

Heat rose to whumpees cheeks. They could feel their stomach growling at the sight of the food. Caretaker thrashed against the chains holding them. Their mouth was bound, so they couldn’t say anything. Their eyes were wide, as if they were trying to tell Whumpee something, but Whumpee just couldn’t understand. They were so tired.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll give you the food, ungag caretaker, and let you sleep. All you have to do is one simple thing. Beg for me.” Whumper dangled the food in the air tauntingly.

“Please give me the food.” Whumpee made their voice sound as bored as possible.

“Oh dear, Princess, you’re losing your manners! What kind of a beg was that? Try again,” Whumper sneered.

Whumpee’s face was beet red. They looked down. “Please can I have the food?” They whispered.

Whumper grinned wider. “Look me in the eye.”

Whumpee looked up. Whumper’s smiles was so big they could see every tooth. Shame coursed through their body. “Please may I have the food?”

Tears started to spring to their eyes in their embarrassment.

“Oh, why of course! Why didn’t you say so?” Whumper tossed the food in front of them, but whumpees hands were still chained. They looked up at Whumpee.

“Well aren’t you going to eat it? You asked so nicely.”

Somehow, whumpee’s face got even pinker as they realized what whumper wanted them to do. They leaned forward slowly, and ate off of the floor.

the flinch that betrays a defiant whumpee’s terror

the curse that’s broken off by a plea

a small shudder that they fail to suppress

the choked breathing in between the sarcastic comments

what good is their defiance when whumper kicks their legs out from under them, leaving them on their hands and knees?

The blood on the concrete is their own and whumper kicks them when they’re down.

“Do you think I’d forgotten?” Whumper smiles and leans down. “Do you think I’d forgotten how to make you bleed?”

daily reminder to make your stoic whumpee hide their injury/sickness until they physically can’t :)

oh and make sure to include some fever-induced vulnerability that they would normally never show because of whumper for unknown reasons…

whump prompts I live for

When Whumpee still acts fearless and unaffected, even after being rescued/escaping from Whumper, so their friends think they’re fine. Then one day whumpee is reminded of their time with Whumper and all there suppressed emotions start coming out and their friends are freaked out because they have never seen them cry before.

when caretaker and whumpee have been friends for years and have always trusted each other with literally everything, but after whumper broke whumpee down to nothing and filled their head with lies, they don’t know who they can trust. They flinch away from any kind of contact with caretaker and won’t tell them about their trauma or let them clean up their wounds. They keep telling caretaker they can do everything themselves, until one day they can’t and caretaker has to save the day, helping to rebuild that trust.

when whumpee is distant and cold but after being given drugs to help with the pain of their wounds (Forcefully or not), they are all giggly and unable to control their own body, so caretaker has to treat them kinda like a baby as they clean up their wounds and get them to bed all while whumpee babbles incoherently. (Bonus points if whumpee ends up confessing something to caretaker while drugged, especially if it’s that they love them.)

When the Whumper is trying to break Whumpees spirit, but whumpee keeps on making jokes and messing with Whumper, even while being tortured. That is, until things get a little too…intense and everything goes really silent and oh! Is that a tear I see? Now whumpee is sobbing and begging for the whumper to stop, unable to keep up their witty appearance and absolutely hating themself for it.

Whumpee has a huge fear of vomit but has gotten super sick and needs to puke up all the stuff in their stomach. They keep telling caretaker that they are fine, even though they obviously aren’t. Their face is glossy with sweat as they swallow, hoping not to puke. Eventually caretaker has to drag them to the bathroom and force them to vomit, (ie; touching their gag reflex, pushing on their stomach, describing gross things as Whumpee leans over the toilet bowl.) much to the dismay of Whumpee who is hating every minute of this, even though they know it’s good for them. (Bonus points if Whumper is the reason they are sick, like they gave them the flu or force fed them or gave them poison, etc etc.)

Cat art- pencil on paper

Time taken: ~4 hours

give me whumpees with scars they can't hide. Not by a scarf, long sleeves, or even a mask. Give me whumpees whose hair has gone white with stress, give me whumpees whose hands shake and are always unsteady, give me whumpees with amputated limbs and scars that split their features. Uncomfortable scars. They aren't aesthetic they aren't pretty they just are. And then let them deal with hushed "oh god"s and the stares and the whispered conversations behind their backs. Let the recovery break them in ways not even the torture could.

thinking about

Whumper slamming whumpee face-first into the floor. Their powerful hands pressing—grinding whumpee’s delicate cheekbone into the ground, twisting their arm behind their back and wrenching it up until whumpee cries out.

The chills when whumpee feels those hands running up their torso, whumper’s low voice in their ear, ordering them to “hold still, cmon now, don’t resist me pretty, or I’ll be forced to do some real damage.”

The whumper couldn’t believe that they managed to capture someone like the whumpee- a powerful being that was once thought to be unstoppable. There they were now, chained and broken, at the whumper’s mercy, and the whumper loved to show them off to anyone who opposed them.

That moment when a character has just been through hell and they crack a joke to lighten the mood but their laughter turns into sobbing

today I offer you: hiding injuries!

consider, however: whumpee isn’t hiding this injury because they don’t want their team to find out they’re hurt, but because they’re afraid of what whumper will do to them if the extent of their current injuries is revealed. whumper can find them anywhere — that much has been made quite clear by now. no matter how far they run, where they try to hide, there’s nowhere that they can truly escape from whumper.

their injuries are bad enough as it is. smaller wounds, of course, nothing that can’t be hidden under loose clothing, but it’s enough for them to feel the sting of the cuts and bruises every time the skin around their joints stretches. it’s enough that they can’t escape the feeling of the wounds on their skin even days later. it’s enough that they have to put in an effort, consciously remind themself that no, they can’t go to the infirmary, because if they do it will be so much worse.

so they hide it. they stay quiet, they patch themself up as well as they can (but never too much, lest whumper suspect they had help), while the secret slowly eats them from the inside out. they can see the concerned glances from their friends, but no one will say anything to whumpee — not when the slightest question of are you okay has whumpee snapping and storming off.

(they know their friends will find out far too easily if they don’t.)

and so they hide, as slowly, not slowly enough, the injuries start to get worse. they’re harder to hide, going further down their limbs and taking longer and longer to heal each time, until finally, whumper decides it’s time to go for the face. now, whumpee is faced with a decision: how on earth are they supposed to hide the wound this time? it’s a huge bruising slice, right down their cheek — their hair can cover a good bit, but not enough to conceal this. the best they can do is put a patch over it and hope that no one asks.

but of course someone asks. of course someone corners them in an otherwise empty room, backing them to the wall with an expression of so much concern and worry in their face. of course caretaker just has to reach up and tug the edge of the patch up, just enough to reveal the edge of the barely-scabbed-over cut running down the length of whumpee’s cheek.

and of course whumpee can’t stop the tears from dripping down as caretaker holds their jaw so carefully and whispers, what happened to you?

because now that caretaker knows, whumpee knows it’s going to get so, so much worse.