Aww. Now Do This With Whumper. Better Yet, Take Your Most Hated Whumper, Put Two Pieces Of Bread On Either

Aww. Now do this with whumper. Better yet, take your most hated whumper, put two pieces of bread on either side of their head, and put them into a vice until they can't think enough to reply that they're an idiot sandwich

Caretaker, putting two pieces of bread on both sides of Whumpee's head: What are you?!

Whumpee, resigned: An idiot sandwich...

Caretaker, sighing: Try again.

Whumpee: A sandwich who deserved better, a sandwich who deserved to be loved and cared for, a sandwich who is a human being and not a killing machine.

Caretaker, smiling: Much better.

Ohp- oh no. Don't torture Caretaker, Whumpee will be sad!

Whumpee paced up and down, leaving a trail on the dirt road as they peeked out from under the arch of the bridge, didn't spot anyone yet, and walked back again, almost in a constant circle. They fiddled with the phone in their hands, checked their messages again.

Caretaker - 08.13 Will meet you there. On my way.

Well, hurry... They didn't feel comfortable here. They'd never been here before, didn't even know it existed, and not a soul had walked past yet. But it didn't take long before they heard footsteps approaching and Whumpee lit up.

"There you are! What too--" They stopped dead in their tracks. Fell back a step. Breath faltering and voice weak as they brought out, "What are you doing here?"

Whumper strode up and merely gave a shrug. "Well, what are you?"

"I'm waiting for Caretaker! And he'll be here soon so you'd better--"

"What a coincidence," Whumper cut over them. "Because Caretaker..." he pulled a phone from his pocket and Whumpee immediately recognised the case, "...is also waiting for you."

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Goddamn-

Masochist whumpee who messes up simple tasks to get hurt by their master. When whumper notices this they get very angry and decide to show whumpee what real pain feels like

CW: torture, masochism, sadism, emotional and physical abuse

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single bulb casting eerie shadows on the walls. Whumpee stood trembling, their fingers fumbling, either in excitement or fear over the broken vase pieces scattered on the floor.

They knew the routine by now, the cycle of mistakes and punishments that had become their twisted solace. They longed for the sharp sting of their master's wrath, the only connection they had left in this world.

Whumper entered the room, their eyes narrowing as they took in the scene. "Again?" They hissed, the word dripping with venom. "You can't even handle a simple task like this?"

Whumpee's heart raced, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling in their chest. "I'm sorry, Master," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to..."

Whumper's hand shot out, grabbing Whumpee by the collar and lifting them off the ground. "Don't lie to me!" they roared, shaking Whumpee violently. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You want me to hurt you, don't you?"

Whumpee's eyes filled with tears, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, Master... I... I just..."

Whumper's grip tightened, their eyes blazing with fury. "You think this is pain? You think you know what real pain feels like?" They threw Whumpee to the ground, their voice low and menacing. "I'll show you what pain really is."

Whumpee curled into a ball, their body trembling as they awaited the inevitable. Whumper disappeared into the shadows, returning moments later with a thin, cruel-looking whip. They cracked it in the air, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

"Get up," Whumper ordered, their voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Stand up and face me."

Whumpee struggled to their feet, their legs shaking uncontrollably. They met Whumper's gaze, a mixture of fear and desperate longing in their eyes. "Please, Master... I..."

"Silence!" Whumper snapped, raising the whip high. "You want pain? I'll give you pain."

The first strike landed with a sickening crack, the force of it sending Whumpee crashing to the ground. They screamed, the sound raw and guttural, echoing off the walls. Whumper didn't stop, the whip lashing out again and again, each blow more brutal than the last.

"Is this what you wanted?" Whumper snarled, their voice growing more frenzied with each strike. "Is this what you needed?"

Whumpee's screams turned to sobs, their body convulsing with each hit. They could feel their skin tearing, the blood flowing freely down their back. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that consumed every inch of their being.

Whumper finally stopped, their chest heaving with exertion. They looked down at Whumpee, a twisted smile playing on their lips. "Now you know what real pain feels like," they said softly, their voice almost gentle. "Now you understand."

Whumpee lay on the ground, their body broken and bloodied, their mind a haze of pain and confusion. They had wanted this, hadn't they? They had needed this. But now, as the darkness closed in around them, they weren't so sure. The only thing they knew for certain was that they were completely, utterly alone.

Whumper wasn’t done. They dragged Whumpee by their hair to the basement, each step down the creaky stairs echoing with dread. The basement was a chamber of horrors, tools of torment meticulously arranged on the walls. Whumpee’s eyes widened in terror as they were shoved against a cold, metal table. Their wrists and ankles were strapped down with cruel efficiency.

"Now," Whumper said, their voice a chilling whisper, "let’s see how much you can really take."

They reached for a set of sharp hooks, dangling them in front of Whumpee's wide, terrified eyes. "no..." Whumpee pleaded, their voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Ignoring the pleas, Whumper pressed the first hook into Whumpee’s flesh, just below their ribcage. The hook dug in with a sickening squelch, and the guttural scream that escaped Whumpee was animalistic to say the least.

"Shh," Whumper cooed mockingly, twisting the hook slightly. "This is just the beginning."

Whumper moved with practiced precision, embedding more hooks into Whumpee's skin, each one drawing fresh screams and rivers of blood. Whumpee's body was a canvas of suffering, each hook a cruel reminder of their tormentor's power.

"Oh but whumpee.. Do you not enjoy this..?" Whumper cooed making whumpee shake their head so fast, that their ears started ringing. Or maybe that was because of the blood loss. They weren't so sure now.

"Why do you do this, whumpee?" The whumper's voice cut through the haze of pain, his words a cruel taunt. "Why do you crave this suffering?"

Whumpee could only whimper in response, their mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, desire, and a twisted gratitude that they couldn't comprehend. The pain was relentless, a symphony of torment orchestrated by their own hand.

"Answer me!" The whumper's voice boomed, shaking them from their stupor. "Or do you need more?"

"I... I don't know!" Whumpee gasped, tears mingling with the sweat and blood on their face. "I just... I need..."

"You need me to show you what real pain feels like," the whumper finished, their voice low and chilling.

As Whumpee's screams subsided into weak, shuddering sobs, Whumper pulled out a thin, serrated knife. "You've been such a disappointment," they murmured, tracing the blade along Whumpee's thigh. "Maybe this will teach you to do better."

They carved slowly, deliberately, the knife slicing through flesh with a sickening ease. Blood pooled around Whumpee’s legs, the metallic scent mingling with the damp, musty air of the basement. Whumpee's cries grew weaker, their body wracked with uncontrollable shivers.

Whumper stepped back, surveying their handiwork with a satisfied grin. "You see," they said softly, "this is what pain really feels like."

Whumpee's vision blurred, their mind teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. The pain was a consuming fire, burning away any coherent thought. All that remained was a raw, unfiltered agony that left them broken and hollow.

As the darkness closed in, Whumpee’s last thought was a fleeting wish for an end to the torment, a desperate hope that they would never wake to face their master’s wrath again.

Ah yes. The good shit. Wanna take a big ol bite

oh but that woozy little sway they do after getting hit a little too hard, sitting upright just enough, leaning over like their head is too heavy for their body, clinging to consciousness as tight as they can. kneeling down in front of them, grabbing their shoulders to steady them. "easy, hey, look at me. you're alright."

Thinking about whumpees who are normally defiant.

Who spit at and throw insults at whumper.

Who occasionally slip their restraints and make a break for it, only to be caught and thrown back into a cell.

Who fight and kick, sometimes managing a blow at whumper.

Who bare their teeth in disgust every time whumper is near.

But then they’re given a drug, or sleep deprived, or made to be disoriented in some other way.

They blink up at whumper, a spark of recognition followed by as much of a glare as they can put on.

They weakly push away, barely able to lift their arms.

Just- tired and disoriented expressions, laced with defiance.

All the anger and frustration in the world, and they can’t stand up, can barely get to their knees.

This is very true, be more like little kids!