A Whumpee Who Has Spent Their Entire Life Under The Control Of Another, Without Any Autonomy Or Independence.

Thinking about defiant whumpee being held down while a muzzle is forcibly strapped over there face

tw: Drugged/paralyzed

Whumpee woke up slung over someone's shoulder, unable to move. It was dark, and all they could see was the forest floor shifting beneath someone else's feet.

They tried to squirm, but nothing happened. A small whimper escaped them as the person carrying suddenly stopped. Gently, they were laid on the ground, their back pressing against the cold earth. Whumpee could barely make out their features, whoever it was, they didn’t recognize them.

A gloved hand cupped Whumpee’s face, causing them to flinch.

The figure tisked, then rolled up Whumpee's sleeve and injected a syringe into their arm.

The moment the needle pierced their skin, Whumpee lost the ability to make another sound. The fleeting sensation they had almost regained in their fingers quickly faded. The figure patted Whumpee's cheek, smiling when no response came.

With a grunt, they lifted Whumpee back over their shoulder and continued deeper into the woods.

Doctor having to enter in casual/private/plain clothes, because whumpee shows such a viscerally negative reaction to anyone in a coat/med clothing.

Maybe they thought about restraining whumpee, but the struggling would reopen wounds. Or they thought about sedating whumpee, but the sedative would interact negatively with the plethora of other medications whumpee is already taking.

Or maybe they just decided that a change of clothes is the most humane thing to do.

Heat Whump

As promised, Whump ideas that including heat. And as a person who hates heat with a freezing passion, this is gonna hurt to think about…

Hot showers, either to cool down after a nightmare or be forced into by a Whumper

A hot bath, same thing as the shower, may work as comfort or as whumping material

Boiling water, Whumper threatening to boil their limps, or maybe they’ll boil some kind of meat and tell Whumpee it was one of their loved ones, or maybe it was one of their loved ones?!

A fire place, many things can happen here, and fire alone can be terrifying

Put a metal poker in the heat and you’ve got yourself a really ugly weapon

Or maybe force our dearest Whumpee’s hands into the fire, or into the still gleaming ashes

Branding with a hot branding iron is sooo delicious too! So really, burn Whumper’s name into Whumpee’s flesh. Or maybe the company that owns them! Remind the little thing who is in control by steering it into their skin!

Hot days are torture too! Force Whumpee out on a burning out day wearing winter clothing

Or maybe it’s Vampire!Whumpee getting chained to a pole on a hot, sunny day! Whumper just wants to watch the pretty sunrise with his darling Vampire!

Okay! Sorry! I’m still alive and tired! Add more if you like! Heat is so horribly delicious in Whump!

Masterlist

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?” 

I love fear in Whump.

Whumpee shaking and crying when whumper enters the room. Whumpee is already making themselves as small as possible before Whumper even has a chance to do anything.

Whumper is just existing in the same room as Whumpee, and Whumpee is on the verge of tears in fear.

Whumpee so terrified of whumper that after they get rescued when they hear someone who just vaguely sounds like Whumper they break down into a panic attack. Tears streaming down their face like they're back in captivity again.

Whumpee's who flinch at fast movements and who are quick to apologize because they're so used to someone being constantly mad at them that it's reflex at this point to say they're sorry.

Whumpee who acts like a feral cat that's been brought inside for the first time when they get rescued. They stay in their room all the time, unless it's late at night, and they're sure caregiver is asleep or if caregiver leaves the house. Even then, they only leave to grab some food. Maybe Caretaker leaves food marked for Whumpee in Tupperware in the fridge, or maybe Whumpee just grabs whatever shelf stable food they can before sprinting back to their room, back to safety.

Whumpee who's so used to captivity that making their own choices, what to eat, what to do, when and how to clean, when to go to bed is so incredibly overwhelming. That they just end up lying in bed practically comatose, until Caretaker tells then what to do and how.

Whumpee that slinks around corners and exists in the shadows because even if they know caretaker is nice, and won't hurt them. They can't help their reflex to keep themselves out of view, out of the way. Quite and hidden is safe.

Whumpee having a full-blown panic attack & meltdown, the first time caretaker becomes genuinely upset at Whumpee. Whumpee is crying and hyperventilating, they can't see straight, and they can't get themselves to say anything but 'I'm sorry!' or 'Please don't hurt me!'.

Bitches be like, ‘This is my favourite character!’ *Traumatises the ever-loving shit out of them* ‘I love them so much! They’re my precious baby!’ *Puts them through every form of torture known to man* ‘I just want them to be happy!’ *Puts them through so much shit that they have multiple mental breakdowns on screen*

It’s me, I’m bitches.

“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]

"You don't have to feel this way anymore," the whumper cooed, holding the whumpee's head in their hands.

The whumpee whimpered softly, weakly struggling against their captor's grip, hands tied tightly behind their back.

"Tell me what I need to know," the whumper stroked their thumb across the whumpee's cheek, "I don't want to hurt you."

Tears trickled down the whumpee's face, "you... you're lying."

The whumpee stared back at them, eyes unblinking, "You're smart."