Telepathic Interrogation (1)

telepathic interrogation (1)

cw: telepathic/telekinetic whumper, sadistic whumper, team leader/defiant whumpee, team forced to watch, psychological torture, interrogation, mentions of broken bones

a/n: this was a prompt that kept me up at night, just because i found it so interesting. the telepathic/telekinetic whump was inspired by a scene at the very end of the book Empire of Storms, part of the Throne of Glass series. TOG as a whole as some really good whump, highly recommend!!

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Whumper's power curled around Whumpee's very bones, keeping them still as death. Any shake or tremble from Whumpee, and their spine would shatter from the tension.

A lick of power slicked and snaked up Whumpee's back, wrapping around their throat in a noose. Whumpee gasped shallow breaths, the noose tightening.

Whumper strode in front of Whumpee, smiling wickedly at the team leader on their knees. Whumpee barely noticed their team watching in horror, unable to turn their head from the power threatening to snap bone.

"This is going to hurt," Whumper said with delight, and ripped into Whumpee's mind.

Whumpee tried to steel themselves against Whumper's mind invading theirs, but they still weren't able to wholly prepare when their consciousness became violated in the most intimate sense.

Whumper carved into Whumpee's consciousness, their presence like a serrated knife against Whumpee's thoughts, memories, emotions. Whumpee would scream if they had any breath.

I don't have to do this, you know, Whumper said soothingly, but the sound didn't come from their mouth. Instead, it echoed inside Whumpee's mind, the words reverberating against the walls of their head. Where is Caretaker?

Whumpee shut their eyes, trying to find peace in the darkness, but Whumper just laughed into Whumpee's mind. The sound was deafening, like hearing gunshots from the inside out.

Whumper spoke casually in Whumpee's head, like they weren't tearing a psyche to shreds.

I'm going to get what I want, one way or another.

It's up to you to decide how will be left of your mind when I'm finished.

How much will be left of you when I eventually bring in Caretaker?

They should be proud of how thoroughly broken you will be, knowing you protected them...

fruitlessly, of course.

Whumpee sobbed aloud, the sound secondary to the roaring in their ears from Whumper's violent will. Still, they retreated further into their mind, running from the ripping, scraping, clawing-

They didn't notice Whumper gritting their teeth in frustration, tearing deeper into Whumpee's head.

They cried out in pain when Whumper laid a hand on their forehead. The touch itself was gentle, but the skin seemed to be blistering, like Whumper was trying to burn through the flesh and sinew and bone and brain.

The team couldn't look away, their gaze transfixed on the horrible pain written on their team leader's face, the fists clenched at their sides, the sweat soaking through their shirt.

Whumper was the picture of amusement, save for that glimpse of impatience at Whumpee's determination.

"Does your team know how frightened you are?" Whumper cooed, their thumb and middle finger digging into Whumpee's temples. "That burden you carry... it weighs down every step, wears you to the bone... such delicious fear."

Whumpee whimpered, tears flowing freely, unending.

Whumper reached a wall in Whumpee's mind. "Ah, there it is."

"No," Whumpee croaked, squeezing their eyes shut. That tension rippling along their bones tightened, forcing a shriek of pain from their throat.

No?

Oh, Whumpee, you're so cute to think I'm not going to get what I want from you.

Give Caretaker up, now.

I'm not going to give you another chance.

"No!" Whumpee screamed, their tear-filled eyes snapping open. Whumper lurched back, pulling their hand from Whumpee's forehead.

The pressure in Whumpee's head lessened, but the force trapping their body remained.

Whumper was quiet for a moment, rage crossing their face.

Then the rage dissipated, became something else...

Glee.

Whumper laughed, the sound horrible and dreading. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

❤️❤️ you have no idea how much I love this trope

There they were.

Whumpee was sitting on the ground, hands bound behind the pole. Caretaker's anger began to boil as they studied Whumpee's injuries--blood on their clothes, cuts and bruises that adorned their skin. Whumper had been torturing them, and that thought had caused Caretaker's anger to grow.

Whumpee glanced up, dazed and tired, and that was when Caretaker noticed a gag crammed between their teeth. However, the moment Whumpee saw their savior, tired eyes turned into panicked ones. They screamed through the gag, shaking their head violently as they pulled against their restraints. Their eyes remained wide as saucers as they continued to scream out to Catetaker.

"Whumpee," Caretaker whispered in a soothing tone. They rushed towards their bound friend, before kneeling down to them. Whumpee continued to scream and shake their head, eyes full of fear. "It's okay. I got you. You're safe now." Caretaker tried to soothe, as they gently removed the gag.

Once the gag was out of their mouth, Whumpee sputtered in a panic, "Leave! It's a trap! Whumper's going to--"

"Capture you too."

Before Caretaker knew it, they felt something hit the back of their head. They grunted, falling on the floor with a thud. Blood began to pool from the wound on their head, and Whumpee screamed out Caretaker's name in horror.

Whumper stood over Caretaker's unconscious body, a menacing grin on their face that Whumpee shivered in fear.

"Thank you, Whumpee, for generously baiting my trap," Whumper mocked. "It's a shame that you're useless to me after this, now that I got what I wanted."

Blame @anniflamma

After that Odysseus and Poseidon drawing, i couldn't help but make some ManWhore Odysseus fanart for the Manwhore au uwu ofc though this drawing is very Demure, very Mindful. Look at how it's sfw and very acceptable to post on tumblr. Now what happens seconds after this drawing is for ya'll's minds do decide hehehheeh

The moment a defiant whumpee breaks down for the first time. 

It shocks them nearly as much as their audience. They try stubbornly to hold it in, to keep their expression firm. Whumpee’s body rigid with the effort; jaw set, fists clenched and shaking.  They can’t trust themselves to speak, can’t trust themselves to breathe, and so they bite their lip in a desperate attempt to remain composed. They fail, and when their body forces them to inhale, the shuddering gasp that comes out is a sob. The tears begin to flow unrelenting, and their frustration at their weakness only makes them flow faster. They can only angrily swipe away at the onslaught or turn away, all useless attempts to hide the shame clear on their face. 

I like to think about someone watching them, standing still as whumpee’s crumbling apart. Maybe it’s caretaker. It’s the first time they’d seen whumpee look so small, so hurt. They want to help, want to give the comforting words whumpee could never accept before. But indecision stills their hand. What could they say that whumpee would hear? 

Or maybe it’s whumper, watching in near shock as their oh so stubborn captive dissolves into tears before them. They don’t even mock them at first, simply watching whumpee’s trembling form. Watching them, even as whumpee tries to hide their shame. Watching and feeling nothing but satisfaction. 

There’s simply something so sweet about a character defined by their defiance falling apart.

Why I like tormenting the funny ones

(kidnapped whumpee vibes)

They start off making jokes. Watching their face fall into terror as whumper approaches with a knife

The disbelief the first time. "Wait, you're not gonna, wait, wait!" Wriggling away as far as they can in their restraints.

More denial, calling for help way too much until whumper gets fed up and gags them

After holding in a scream of pain and keeping it down to harsh grunting, making a snarky remark. "Is that the best you can do, sweetheart?"

After said snarky remark, whumper turns with that "you did not just say that to me." Face. And whumpee turns away and forces a chuckle, knowing it's about to get 10 times worse.

The groan that they try to make sound like laughter.

Reflexive/compulsive joking that they can't stop, it's a trauma response. And it pisses whumper off. *Cue whumper trying to beat it out of them*

"Shit, whumper, don't kill me all at once." Whumper, picking up a whip. "I warned you not to say one more word."

Whumper torturing them with exquisite slowness so they can watch whumpee's face go from forced smile, to red, swollen-faced breath holding as they try not to cry

"I'm sorry," laughing nervously at first. Changing to crying and begging, "whatever I did, I'm sorry, please!!"

When they're so defeated, panting hoarsely after so much screaming, and they stop smiling. Not daring to speak, even to look at whumper.

Or as they raise their head cautiously, whumpee just stares at whumper, lips quivering, hanging onto the last of their sanity by a thread.

Whumper leaving and whumpee just crumples to the floor, hand over their face, grimacing as they try to recover

Whumptober Day 4

Hallucinations - Hypnosis - Sensory Deprivation - "You're still alive in my Head" (Billy Lockett, More.)

I don't see a lot of Ghost Whump, I love hauntings so much.

Whumper had been arrested, and was now awaiting court dates. An investigation was being conducted so he had a while to wait.

Police had been tipped off about violent noises coming from Whumper's home.

Police got there as quickly as they could, but it seemed to be too late for Whumpee.

Whumpee lay in a puddle of their own blood. Stab wounds covered their body... some more critical than others.

Whumper sat on the couch watching the body... knife still in hand.

Police made the arrest... Whumper went quietly.

"I'll have to figure out who tipped off the police", Whumper frowned as they waited in solitary, "if I ever get out of here."

They were deemed too dangerous to be anywhere else.

A flash of something caught Whumper's attention, but it was gone as quick as it was there.

"What was that?", Whumper frowned, "it almost looked like.... nah! I'm hallucinating."

That night, Whumper tried to sleep. It wasn't easy as the lights were left on.

Something moved from one side of their cell to the other and seemed to disappear into the wall.

"Whumpee?", Whumper jumped up.

Throughout the night Whumper had several nightmares. By morning they were rocking back and forth in the corner of the cell.

They could barely eat breakfast, but with the threat of force feeding they gagged down the food.

Solitary confinement was boring. The guards didn't interact often enough.

The guards knew what Whumper did. All of them agreed they belonged on death row.

The only time guards would interact with Whumper was when they would cry out for help because someone was in their cell with them.

The guards figured Whumper was losing their mind. They showed no sympathy though. Whumper didn't deserve it.

That night Whumper tried to rest, they were lightly sleeping when they had this dream.

Whumpee stood in the cell with them. Still covered in the stab wounds. Blood dripped from their body. Black goop flooded from their eyes like they had been crying constantly. Whumpee was talking... no yelling... but no sound. Whumpee approached the bed, something metal suddenly glistened in their hand. Whumpee lifted their arms in preparation to stab.

Whumper jolted awake before the knife went into them.

They yelled for the guards.

"What do you want?", a guard approached.

"Please I need help, they-theyre haunting me", Whumper gasped, "I killed them and they're haunting me. Tr-trying to kill me."

"For what you did to, I might agree with them", the guard chuckled, "I don't think you deserve sympathy or forgiveness, but why don't you try apologizing to the ghost."

Whumper nodded weakly, this haunting was seriously affecting them. They never felt so tired or scared in their life.

Whumper looked around the cell, "Whumpee I'm sorry", they begged, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me", tears fell from their eyes as they pleaded.

The rest of the night, Whumper could hear Whumpee's yelling ringing in their ear.

They were fairly certain they didn't receive forgiveness from Whumpee.

The next night though was quiet, Whumper was even able to get a full night of sleep. The first since they were imprisoned.

Whumpee's eyes fluttered open weakly. They were too tired to care about where they were.

A gentle hand rested on Whumpee's arm.

Whumpee took in how warm it felt.

"Where am I?", Whumpee whispered.

"You are in the hospital. Do you remember anything?", a voice came from beside them. They were too weak to look around.

"I, um, I got stabbed.... I think", Whumpee whispered, "I thought I died. I was waiting for my body to catch up with me."

"You were very close", the voice comforted, "it took a lot of people. Highly trained people to get you to this point. You've been in a coma for a few days just so your body could heal."

"Whumper's in prison?", Whumpee turned toward the voice.

"Yes", the person nodded, "don't move a lot, you are still in bad shape. How did you know."

"It feels like I was there with them", Whumpee frowned, "who are you?"

"I'm Caretaker, I was put in charge of taking care of you for as long as you need me to", Caretaker smiled, but was startled by this. They recalled the guards mentioning Whumper's issues.

"Whumper doesn't know you're alive currently. We want to surprise them at their court hearing", Caretaker stood, "I will tell you more later. For right now, you need to rest. Here take a drink."

"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "thankyou."

A week went by. Besides boredom, Whumper was very happy to be rid of the ghostly visitor.

They were also elated to hear their first court date was scheduled soon.

Whumper sat in the courtroom, heavily shackled. Their lawyer was talking with him about a few things before the hearing started.

Whumper watched as a bigger computer was set in the witness stand. It was turned to the judge and jury first.

"Can I say a cuss word?", a small, weak voice came from the computer.

"For ehat you've been through, I will allow", the judge winked at the screen and watched as the computer was turned to the crows.

Caretaker was sitting in front of the judge as well. A stand in for Whumpee because of how weak Whumpee still was. All their notes neatly set to read over when their time came to talk.

Caretaker side eyed Whumper as the realization hit Whumper.

Whumper went pale.

"I lived Mother Fucker", Whumpee stated as strongly as they could.

The judge couldn't help but chuckled.

Without hearing anything else the judge slammed their gavel on the desk.

"Guilty", the judge stated.

Whumper was zoned out at the point.

Whumper sat in the bed of the death row floor.

"Whu-Whumpee lived?", was all Whumper would whisper as they slowly went mad, "Whu-Whumpee lived?"

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