"How Much Do You Care For Your Whumpee?" Whumper Asked Caretaker In A Nonchalant Tone.

"How much do you care for your Whumpee?" Whumper asked Caretaker in a nonchalant tone.

Caretaker glares viciously at him. "They don't mean anything to me." They tell the boldfaced lie with as much confidence as they can muster.

"Is that so?" Whumper asks, amused this time. "So if for example, I had Whumpee bound and gagged in the back of my car, that would mean nothing to you?"

"Nothing at all," Caretaker replies, the lie hurt but they had to protect Whumpee.

Whumper fixed Caretaker with a calculating stare. "Well then, I suppose I won't be needing them anymore." He lifted his phone to his ear. "Hear that Henchman? You can dispose of the brat now."

Ice rushed into Caretaker's lungs. All their bravado slipping away. "No!" They shouted.

"I thought they meant nothing to you?"

whumper pushing whumpee to the ground, ordering them to get back up, and kicking them back down each time they try. repeat as many times as you like. especially w whumper getting more snippy each time.

“i said get up” while they’re making it physically impossible

physically and mentally exhausting them in addition to hurting them. forcing whumpee to participate in their own abuse.

Random list of whumpy things I enjoy:

Internal bleeding/coughing up blood

Leaning against a wall for support, their legs give out and blood smears down the wall

Sarcastic whumpees

Suicidal whumpees/whumper getting annoyed because death threats don’t work on them like “I’ll fucking kill you” “I’ll help.”

Punished/scolded for things like: bleeding on something, not smiling (“your prettier when you smile”) passing out

Whumper calling whumpee dear/darling/sweetie etc.

Whumper being so incredibly sweet to whumpee after a sesh, combing hair with fingers, bandaging/caring for cuts, washing them, wiping away tears

When the whumper takes advantage of old cuts/wounds, ripping open, fingers inside bullet holes, kicking stab wounds

"did you ever think about going back for me?" whumpee asks.

caretaker sighs, dabbing a damp cloth on whumpee's wound. "Not really, I knew you'd make it out and find your way back to me."

whumpee doesn't respond. all they can think about are the weeks (months, years?) they spent with whumper torturing them

this fits my one character so well omg i love this :D

hurt character who is coming out of a period of captivity:

getting to sleep on a mattress again, instead of a hard dirty floor

burrowing under blankets for the first time in ages, feeling like they're finally warm again after so long shivering and shaking in the cold.

having tissues to wipe their nose with instead of having to use the back of their hand.

having a fresh change of clothes, and their old familiar jackets and sweaters back. having a bonfire to burn every rag and shred of clothing that they had to wear during their captivity.

being able to pick up the phone and call their loved ones anytime they want.

being able to sneak down into the kitchen at 3 in the morning for a late-night snack, just the joyful freedom of having a stocked pantry after so many long nights of hunger pangs and feeling like their empty stomach was eating them from the inside out.

nestling into the comforts of home at long last, soaking up every tiny reassurance that they're not there anymore, and they'll never have to go back there ever again.