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Whumpee gets revenge on Caretaker

Warnings: Needles, Whumpee-turned-whumper, caretaker-turned-whumpee, handcuffs, threat of eye torture.

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Whumpee was rather terrified of needles. So, when Caretaker had to administer an IV into them for their pain and injury medication, they’d expected Whumpee to be furious at them. And Whumpee was, in a way. But Caretaker never expected what they were capable of doing. They never expected to wake up after being knocked out from an argument earlier, strapped to an armchair in a dark room.

Caretaker’s eyes groggily opened, their body aching slightly. It was mostly in their wrists, where they felt something rough that was tightly and painfully wrapped around them. Groggily, Caretaker tried to move their hands, groaning tiredly at the tightness around them. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they noticed that they weren’t in their bedroom, like normal.

They were in a dark room with dirty walls, and a worn staircase leading to a brown, wooden door. The walls were fitted with old grey wallpaper, with some mould slightly forming in the corners of the room. Their feet trembling on the carpet below, Caretaker looked around them. They couldn’t see much, but they noticed that they were tied to an armchair, and that they were still in their hoodie from the night before. There was a small brown-ish stain of dried blood.

That’s when Caretaker remembered. Last night, they and Whumpee had got into another argument over the IV incident. Usually, Whumpee would be slightly argumentative for a few moments, before calming down and being overly apologetic to Caretaker. But this was different. Whumpee was incredibly aggressive that night. They were shouting and yelling louder than they usually did. Then, they punched Caretaker. Caretaker was much larger than them, but they clearly didn’t punch as well as they did to be knocked out.

Just then, Caretaker looked up, noticing the slow creak of the door. They squinted at the bright light which began to slowly reveal, only being obscured by the silhouette of Whumpee, who had brought what seemed to be a small, blue toolkit with them. Whumpee began to amble down the stairs. The worn stairs creaked with each step, Whumpee’s eyes focused on Caretaker. Despite their anger, there wasn’t any hate in their expression; only a haunted, confused but still somewhat enraged look.

“Whumpee?” Caretaker weakly asked, breaking what would have been the silence had they not been panting in fear and slight pain, “What are you doing?” Whumpee didn’t respond. Instead they placed the kit down, still staring at Caretaker as they carried on walking towards them until they found themselves chest-to-chest, Whumpee’s lower body squeezing against Caretaker’s plump stomach.

“You know why you’re here?” Whumpee asked, a little too quickly. Caretaker furrowed their brows, their mouth slightly hanging open. “You promised. You promised I’d never be hurt again.” Their voice broke into a whisper, though they quickly gained their composure. “You promised I’d never feel fear, yet you showed me my worst fear.”

“Whumpee…” Caretaker pleaded, their voice shaking and slow. “I said this many times before, if you never received that IV you’d be dead!” The sick feeling in their stomach grew as it was clear that Whumpee’s mind hadn't changed. Whumpee somehow inched closer to their face, breathing slowly and menacingly on their neck.

“You know how scared I am of needles. You know and you knew then how much Whumper used them.“ Whumpee spat, pushing themselves off of Caretaker. They walked over to the kit, the contents rustling slightly as they picked them up. Caretaker watched with their eyes wide, trembling against the chair. Whumpee slowly opened the kit, revealing a needle, the contents facing Caretaker’s direction. They screamed.

“Stop it!” Caretaker thrashed against the restraint, quickly shaking their head as tears began to form in their eyes. Their hands uncontrollably and desperately tried to seperate themselves from their restraint, metal digging into the skin and bruising it more. Whumpee smirked softly, seeing their panicked state.

“Relax,” Whumpee chuckled, “I’m gonna try not to hurt you, you need this to survive.” That was what Caretaker said to them. Slowly, they took the needle out of the kit, turning it towards Caretaker. Whumpee creeped over to them, watching their panic with glee. This was what they deserved. Whumpee brought out the needle, inching it closer to Caretaker’s face as they moved their head up, their terrified eyes still focusing on the needle.

“P-Please stop…” Caretaker whimpered. Their voice was trembling and high with fear. They weakly bared their teeth, still staring at the needle which was being inched close to their eye. Whumpee ignored them, continuing to push the needle forward until it was a few centimetres away from their eye. Caretaker squeezed their eyelids shut, unable to take the dread any longer. They could hear the quick pulse of their heartbeat drumming in their ears, along with the quick, sadistic breathing of Whumpee as they took pleasure in seeing their fear. Even with their eyes closed, they could sense the sadistic expression which Whumpee had on them.

“Hold still…” Whumpee whispered. It was also something that Caretaker said as they were administering the medicine into them, an attempt to calm them down at that moment. Whumpee slowly moved the needle to the right of their eye, before slowly pricking their skin, the needle shallow. Caretaker whimpered again, opening their eyes and looking over to where the needle had entered, a faint drop of blood slowly oozing out after Whumpee quickly released it before moving on to the other side, gently pricking that as well. Caretaker squeezed their eyes shut in fear and pain. They tried to keep their body as still as they could to prevent Whumpee from pricking their eye by accident, though their body was shaking quickly, especially their legs. After releasing the needle, Whumpee quickly dropped it on the floor, gently stroking where they pricked with their thumb, slightly coating their thumb in blood.

Carefully, Whumpee brushed Caretaker’s cheek before moving to the back of the armchair and releasing the metal restraints. Caretaker’s hands bled slightly from their tugging on the rough material. Caretaker immediately covered their eye, pressing on the tiny wounds as they sobbed.

“You know, I’d never actually stab you in your eye,” Whumpee chuckled, their tone much kinder than before. “Just some payback for how much you scared me.”

Pleasure in Pain #2

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I realized people are interested in vampire whump… and so am I. Therefore, I decided to make a second part to this Drabble because I need more whump in my life.

Contents: TW Burning Alive, Fear, Bound, Vampire Whumpee, Defiant Whumpee, Whumper Turned Whumpee, Torture, Hurt/No Comfort.

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Cordova didn’t sleep, the presence of the knife in his body was unnerving. The handle sticking out acted as a reminder of how easily he could remove the anomaly if he wasn’t bound by the silver bindings that had been burning his flesh. Every time he tried to relax the knife would brush against any organs near it, causing him to stay tensed.

The silver door scratches the concrete floor. For the first time Cordova looks away from the handle and stares at Rojan. His eyes flare a bright red and he bares his teeth. Rojan sighs as he walks in with some sort of a book.

“You do realize that you don’t look all that intimidating when you’re bound, right?”

“It would be an entirely different story if I was free, you would be shaking, screaming, begging me not to kill you.”

“Well obviously, but that’s not the case now is it. Here, let me show you something.”

Rojan pulled up a chair and sat in front of Cordova. He opened to the first page of the book.

“This is like my scrapbook. Every vampire I’ve ever killed is in this book. Now you’re going to be my 25th kill.” Rojan lifts the book so Cordova can see the page. “See, I put their name, their age, how many days it took for them to ask me to kill them, and one of their fangs. Like a little momento.”

“Do you think I give a shit about your weird custom human? If anyone’s going to die here, it’s going to be you.”

“Says the vampire with a silver knife in his body.”

Rojan stands up and places the book on the seat. He walks over to Cordova who, despite knowing how useless it was, was still trying to break out of his restraints. Rojan placed a firm grip on the handle and pulled the knife out with all his strength. The wound quickly sealed, along with the one on Cordova’s back.

Cordova sighed with relief, it was the first time he had relaxed since it was placed there. Rojan grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the knife before placing it back in his holster. Rojan slightly chuckles getting the attention of Cordova.

“Sorry it’s just, I mean I thought you vampires were supposed to be like apex predators or whatever, but it’s so easy to catch you guys. I mean all I had to do was wrap a silver chain around you and kick you into a silver box. For such strong creatures, you’re not all that impressive.”

“You dare insult me with your cowardice ways human.”

“Oh please, it’s more like leveling the playing field. Besides, you can live for hundreds of years. Speaking of which, how old are you?”

“Why, so you can put it in your book? Why should I give you the satisfaction human?”

“Because if you don’t then I have a fun activity we can do today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but do you see that circular shape in the ceiling.”

Cordova looks up and sees it. “What about it?”

“Well, that circle opens up to the sky, and it’s the hour where the sun is at its highest and hottest. Would you like to bask in the sun for a little bit?”

Cordova’s heart skips a little at the thought of burning. He’s never been touched by the sun, but he’s heard other vampires accounts and they had all claimed it was the worst pain they had felt. It was bad enough getting burned alive, but to not be able to die after the excruciating pain is horrific. He tried to keep a poker face to not play into Rojan’s threats.

“Or you could just tell me your age.”

Cordova glared, not saying a word.

“Suit yourself.”

Rojan walked past Cordova as he pulled down on a lever on the wall. The circular doorway slowly opened, exposing the bright blue sky. Cordova’s body tensed in preparation. His chest rising and falling faster as the sky became more visible.

Finally, a ray of sunlight peered through, just missing Cordova’s feet. All he could do was stare at the light as it creeped closer to him. Rojan came back into view and sat in the chair holding the book.

The sun touched Cordova’s feet and immediately got to work at burning his body to a crisp. His eyes went wide with fear and panic as it took little time for the searing pain to cause his skin to dry up and practically bubble as if he was being boiled. His screams filled the room as the table shook violently from his thrashing. His dry skin flaked off, his blood boiled, and whatever was left would be charred to a crisp leaving the lingering acrid smell of charcoal and sulfur filling his nose. The sun climbed up his body as the minutes went by. Every time Cordova thought he would get used to the sensation, an untouched area would go through all the stages of torture, causing him to yell and cry. His lower body was burned, unrecognizably melted away. He hadn’t even noticed when Rojan stood up and walked to the lever, closing the opening in the ceiling.

“As much as your screams were music to my ears, I don’t want you to get used to the worst forms of torture so early. It’ll ruin the fun of breaking you.”

Cordova was breathing loudly, he stayed perfectly still, not wanting to feel his burnt flesh sticking to the table. He could feel his body healing, but at an exponentially slower rate than ever before. He dared to look down and witnessed his blackened skin that had also fallen onto the floor. He gagged at the sight, and the smell was enough for him to wish he couldn’t breathe.

“So, did you have a change of heart, or should I leave you to the sun’s will?”

Cordova shook his head, it was hard for him to get a word out. His throat felt thick from all the crying, and strained from the screaming.

“Well then, how old are you vampire?”

Cordova cleared his throat as best he could and quietly said, “120.”

“Wow, you’re the youngest vampire I’ve caught. No wonder you were so reckless.” Rojan wrote in his scrapbook. “Well, that’s it for today. I do hope you heal up fast, tomorrows going to be a special treat.”

Rojan stood up and left the room, shutting the silver door. Cordova had a constant stream of tears flowing. The stench of his own flesh consumed his nose. It was a smell he wouldn’t forget. It was getting harder by the day to stay strong, but he was still determined to find a way to get out, to find a way to kill that human.

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Date: February 27, 2023