Imagine

Whumper hummed thoughtfully, tapping the flat side of the blade on Whumpee’s cheek. Whumpee stood frozen with terror.

“I could… but I do love to watch you both squirm.”

Caretaker struggled against their bonds. “Please! I’ll do anything!”

Whumper smiled. “Anything?”

“Yes! Anything at all! Just please, let them go!”

Whumper smiled, slowly bringing the blade away down before stabbing it through Whumpee’s side.

“You keep your dog in check or I will.”

Whumpee simply glared but their stomach dropped when they saw a what Whumper’s friends were pulling in. Caretaker, bruised and bloody, was dragged onto their knees in front of Whumpee.

Whumper dropped the cleaver and knelt down. Whumper hugged Whumpee tight with blood-soaked arms and gently carded through their hair. Whumpee whined.

Whumpee squirmed, pulling against their restraints. “I don’t see how my bones would be any different from regular human bones- please, you really don’t have to do this.”

Whumper smiled to themself as they grabbed their scalpel. “Seeing as how many times your bones have broken and healed, they must be at least somewhat interesting.”

Whumpee looked at the blade, their muscles tense. “Whumper, please- I can give you money, information, anything but this.”

Whumper hummed, delicately wiping the scalpel with an alcohol wipe. “No.”

“I’m in control of everything that goes on here. I control your food and water. I dictate who comes in and out of this room. I choose what outside information you hear.” They put their boot on Whumpee’s chest, slowly crushing their ribs. Whumpee closed their eyes tight as Whumper dug their shoe into their sternum. “I decide how much pain you’re in.” Whumper took their boot off Whumpee’s chest, only to kick them hard in the stomach. Whumpee coughed and sputtered, curling in on themselves as much as the ropes allowed.

“Think about that the next time you talk back to me, okay hun?”

Whumper laughs. “You’ll never be safe from me,” they sneer, “even when I die, I will still plague your nightmares. You will never have a peaceful rest again.”

Whumpee takes a deep breath “I’ve moved on. You don’t control me anymore.”

Whumper suddenly grabs the bars, causing Whumpee to flinch back. “No matter what you do or where you go, you can’t escape me. Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll see the first scar I carefully carved into you when you talked back to me. Every time you get a headache you’ll think of how I beat you over the head with that lead pipe after your first escape attempted. Every time it’s chilly, you’ll remember how, when I was done with you, I left you in the snow to die alone. When you look at your friends you’ll only see pity in their eyes because of what I made you.”

Whumper tilted Whumpee’s chin up with a dagger. Whumpee glared up at them, the tears in their eyes betraying their defiant expression. Whumper smiled.

“Look at them. Look at how they crave your downfall.” The weight on their head disappeared. “Look at what you’ve become.”

The boot slammed into their stomach. Whumpee curled in on themself, their muscles screaming from the movement.

“Pathetic.”

Another kick.

“Weak.”

Another.

“Unworthy.”

A hand gripped their hair and forced their head up. They saw the blood-thirsty crowd again, their screams of joy piercing Whumpee’s brain.

“Say hello to your comrades in hell.”

“Get that thing away from me.”

Whumper hummed. “No, I don’t think I will. Consider it a gift.”