Locking Out Victim's Arm Behind Their Back Against The Wall

"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.

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

"God. Fuck. Please don't d- Please stop-"

"Hm?"

The Doctor makes an incision. Precise. Sharp. The skin feels so impossibly thin. So easy to reach under. It's like drawing on paper.

"Jesus christ- Jesus fucking christ- Oh god-"

The Doctor reaches in. Rubber gloves against raw flesh, forearms covered in fresh blood. What a horrible texture.

The Patient is heaving in shock. On the inclined bed, he has no other choice but to look right at the wound gaping across his stomach. It moves with each gasp for air. Like a mouth. An orifice that was always meant to be there, moving in rhythm with the rest of the body.

"I forgot to get the retractors. But I reckon you could do the job, no?"

"What?"

"I'm going to loosen the restraints on your hands, so you can reach it."

"What-"

The Patient asks again, barely hearing the words over his own hitched breathing. The Doctor grabs his two wrists - completely unbothered by the blood smearing on them - and positions his hands over the wound.

"Hold that open for me, will you?"

His fingers are guided in place, forced to dig deep, while his arms are pulled apart slowly. Bright red viscera beneath the freshly opened layers. Like it has always wanted to be seen, glistening under the light.

"No, no, no- no, please don't- please I'm-"

"Sshh. Just hold it there. Keep it open."

"No- no- I can't-"

Not feeling the pain might even be more terrifying. Only the view remains. And the sounds. The stomach-turning smell of his own blood. His fingers, clamped in place by complete shock. And the growing cold, slowly seeping into his whole trembling body.

Hey guys check this out!

*shows you a dungeon where a bound, gagged, and whipped Whumpee is in*

caretaker helping whumpee wash their hair and gently drying it afterwards

caretaker brushing whumpee’s silky strands, humming a comforting melody

caretaker giving whumpee a haircut after a long time in captivity

caretaker having to buzz-cut/shave whumpee’s head (because of how matted their hair is, or for a surgery)

caretaker running their hand through whumpee’s hair when they’re an anxious sobbing mess

caretaker braiding whumpee’s hair

caretaker brushing a strand of hair out of whumpee’s face, or tucking it behind their ear

caretaker cuddling whumpee close and falling in love with the smell of their shampoo

caretaker playing with whumpee’s hair mindlessly as they fall asleep

caretaker wearing a spare hairband on their wrist in case whumpee needs one

Hands in Whump

CW: Torture, near death mention, vomiting mention

Whumper to Whumpee

Whumper trailing their fingers delicately over Whumpees wounds, murmuring false sympathies

Breaking Whumpee's fingers one by one by one, or ripping out the nails with pliers- cooing as whumpee screams in terror and pain

Crushing Whumpee's fingers or hand under a heavy weight of sorts, and threatening to do it to the other hand if whumpee doesn't comply

Squeezing Whumpee's broken hand when they get out of line, talk a little too much, perhaps in public, where whumper can't properly lash out

Whumper running their knuckles over Whumpee's cheekbone, while they murmur "you're mine"

Whumpee's delicate hands red and purple at the knuckles with frostbite as whumper forces them to stay out in the snow

Whumpee's fingers desperately trying to wrench whumper's hand away from their mouth as they try to call for help

similarly, whumpee's trembling hands trying to pry whumper's fingers from around their throat

Caretaker to Whumpee

Caretaker cupping Whumpee's face as they try to soothe the poor little thing

Caretaker's hand immediately pulling away as they feel how feverishly hot whumpee is, almost as if they were burned themselves

Caretaker holding back Whumpee's hair with a delicate touch as they vomit in a toilet- rubbing their back

Caretaker gently carding their hands through Whumpee's hair, humming a song (bonus points if whumpee is sick in bed)

Holding Whumpee's hand tight as they walk through an alley or someplace scary- "it'll be alright"

Trembling hands as they grasp at whumpee, who's so badly injured they're fading away- "please, please don't leave me-!"

"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."

Caretaker cutting up whumpees food for them because it’s hard/painful for them to do it themselves

Whumpee wearing caretakers clothes because they don’t have many of their own or their old clothes don’t feel like they belong to them anymore.

Caretaker speaking up for whumpee in social settings because their anxiety is dialed up to 100 even just in a coffee shop or grocery store

Whumpee leaning on caretakers arm because sometimes it’s hard to stay upright/they’re afraid to get left behind

Caretaker offering whumpee their coat because they get colder more easily/the cold makes injuries new and old alike ache again

Whumpee and caretaker cuddling on the couch because they’ve been so touch starved for so long but caretaker is the only one they trust to be so close.

Caretaker leaning in close to hear and speak to whumpee, because they tend to whisper now, and/or loud noises spook them, especially voices

Whumpee and caretaker sharing a bed because they don’t feel safe alone anymore/it prevents nightmares

Caretaker opening doors for whumpee because it’s hard for them/their mobility aid gets in the way

Whumpee asking for caretakers opinion on everything because they only trust them/their sense of normalcy has been broken or is nonexistent

Caretaker complimenting whumpee as a way to combat their conditioning/boost their self esteem

Just, a somewhat pseudo romantic relationship between the whumpee and caretaker, made all the more complicated by any real feelings they may have.

GUYS, LOOK AT THIS!!! It's so good!!! 😭

Okay hear me out on this:

Whumper torturing Whumpee while forcing caretaker to watch.

Bonus point if Whumpee doesnt know that Caretaker is watching them and does their usual pleading and begging thing with Whumper.