Don't go gentle into that good night

Whumpee stopped breathing. Their eyes went wide. They sharply looked up, winced hard as pain shot through them, but they found Whumper’s eyes. He was looking at them with a strange expression; still thinking it over. Whumpee held his gaze, shook their head.

“You think?” Whumper asked slowly, eyes locked on Whumpee but addressing his guest.

“I’ll instill the basics. Nothing too drastic, don’t worry. I know the line between that fire you like and desired behaviour.” He looked down too, his sneer turning to a cold gaze. “And they should know as well.”

“Well, alright,” Whumper said, to Whumpee’s horror.

A hand immediately clamped around their wrist and pulled them up without mercy, not caring about the bruises and pains he inflicted just moments ago.

“No… No, wait—” Whumpee started as the pain flared up all over their body, not sure if they were protesting this horrible arrangement, or were hoping for a second to gather themself. Or both.

A slap echoed out. Sharp pain exploded over their face. Dazed, horrified, they let Whumper’s guest pull them in close.

“Do as you’re told,” he hissed in their face.

All they could do was give a meek nod. And let themself be dragged off. To god knows where. With some unknown man.

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Days had passed and they still didn’t know a thing about this guy. Didn’t know his name, so they just referred to him in their head as ‘Whumper’s friend’. Whumper’s goddamn awful friend. Or asshole, bastard, rotten idiot. Never out loud. No, never again. That had been their first lesson.

So by now, after a week, the only thing they knew about him was that there were no bounds to his cruelty. And that he accepted no resistance whatsoever.

Even laying down, on this cold barren floor, the pain of all the punishment still racked through them. Bruises throbbed with each movement, cuts threatened to reopen, reminding them of their struggles, their resistance, of what he wanted from them. Only the welts on their back fully drove that home and were the ones that snapped that last thread of defiance.

Even a sob hurt, so they just lay there… waiting.

The door creaked open and automatically their body curled up, all tense.

Footsteps echoed closer.

Whumpee hesitated, but still raised their head. Slowly, as if it took the greatest effort. Well, it did. But it was better to gauge what his mood for the day was. Or see if he carried a weapon with him.

“Oh, my,” they heard a familiar voice say instead.

A soft but sharp inhale through their nose. They snapped up—immediately winced in pain.

Whumper crouched down in front of them.

“Oh my,” he said again, this time his tone laced with amusement instead of surprise. “Must be a trick of the light… I’d swear I saw some relief there.”

For once they were glad of their broken body and that wince that covered that relief. Still, they looked away.

But Whumper wouldn’t have it.

His hand cupped their chin, rougher than he would before, fingers digging under their jaw, and he yanked hard to force them to look at him.

“What did you learn this week?” he asked.

Whumpee snarled, biting back their anger. They didn’t want to say it, it would be humiliating. They wanted to sneer and rage instead; shout how his friend was a sadistic bastard, and so was he! But a voice in the back of their head stopped them, a voice that sounded an awful lot like—

“Please,” they started in a soft voice. “I want to come with you.”

“Why?”

Their voice died in their throat. If there was anything they had learned this week, it was to tread carefully. He’d probably get angry if they said he was softer, not as angry as his friend…

“If you learned to be this good...” Whumper purred, and lightly pushed their chin up, “Then it wouldn’t matter with whom you stayed. You wouldn’t need any more punishment.”

No. But if they did… and they would… it was an easy choice between a fist or a whip. Whumpee started trembling. Tears pooled against Whumper’s fingers. He was not swayed.

“Say it. Or I’ll think you’ll need another week here.”

A hiccup. Then a whisper. “He is cruel… so cruel. Please, I want to come with you. You’re not this wicked, you’re—” They choked on the only word they could find that wouldn’t offend but appeal—but it would be awful to say. They swallowed it down. “You’re merciful.”

He let out a soft but kind scoff. The fingers in their jaw fell away. And he held out a hand to them instead.

“Then let’s go home.”

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