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Whumpers saying "I'm sorry"

In a soft coo as a knife is dragged along whumpee’s skin, “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t want to hurt you, you know that but we can’t have you trying to escape, can we?”  

With mockery dripping from whumper’s tongue. “Aw, did that hurt? I’m sorry.” 

Staring into the eyes of whumpee after they successfully escape,  head slightly cocked. “I’m sorry but you were so very easy to hurt, how could I have ever passed that up?” 

“Oh I’m sorry.” Whumper tears out the knife from caregiver’s throat, blood painting over everything like the slow draw of shadows at dusk. “Was that your friend?” 

A hand clasping onto whumpee’s shoulder after they’ve been free for weeks, many months, hot breath tickling the side of their face “I’m sorry, I’m the last person you want to see, huh?” 

Whumpee blubbering apologies at whumper’s feet. Whumper kneels down, taking whumpee’s quivering face in their hands, ever so gently, cupping their cheeks. A smile that could have warmed even the coldest of hearts slid over their lips. “No, no. I’m sorry for thinking I could give you an inch of freedom. I should have known you couldn’t handle it.” 

“Oops, sorry. I meant to carve that into your right side. Guess we’ll have to just do it again, my mistake.” 

“I’m sorry? Do you think that’s good enough? A simple ‘I’m sorry’ after how bad you’ve been? How about you try again but at my feet this time?” 

Sounds--aggressor

Content: sadistic whumper, manhandling, threats

Smiling "hm."

"Watch your mouth."

"shhh sh sh"

walking slowly

grim chuckle because victim insulted them and they're about to get it

grunts and huffs of effort as they manhandle victim into position

Catching their breath after a struggle

Panting, "you are gonna wish you stayed put, motherfucker"

"Come here."

Exhasperated sigh "hh. alright, you earned this--"

desperately need more stereotypically noncon whump tropes used in completely nonsexual whump scenes

weeks after being rescued whumpee finds a video of their torture on the darknet with millions of views and sickening comments

whumpee worrying/thinking that whumper is right about that whumpee being high on the pain means whumpee likes what whumper is doing to them

whumpee who is fine otherwise until someone does something relatively mild that whumpee associates with the whump. whumpee getting instant flashbacks and being reduced to a shell of themselves for the time being / pales immediately, not getting out a single word, completely frozen like a deer in headlights

rescued whumpee worrying that everyone who interacts with them secretly harbors the desire to hurt whumpee for their own enjoyment. that no one can see them as human, that everyone sees them as just a punching bag

whumpee who freezes with wide eyes at the slightest sign of violence against them

whumpee who is incredibly embarrassed about what whumper did to them

"it's your fault you look so punchable" / whumper victim blaming whumpee

whumpee being scared caretaker might drop their act and behave like whumper

everytime im feeling down i just rewatch this exact bit and bam... ugh immaculate whumperflies

A Whumpee who has spent their entire life under the control of another, without any autonomy or independence.

One day, after their rescue, they finally realize that they now *do* have autonomy, and that the others in their life respect that. They have independence, they can do whatever the fuck they want, they don't need permission anymore.

And that feels... weird. Surreal. Freeing. Confusing.

They're just holding this revelation in their hands like "What is this? What do I do with it?"

kind of a big fan of throwing characters into a cage. also they're branded and tied up. but their eyes are you know, feral and they're going to snap at any second

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.