crime scene

“Hey, no, none of that.” Hands frame their face ever so gently, thumbs brushing the tears away. “You're doing everything right, sweetie. You're so perfect for me.”

Declan, my bloodbag whumpee from my series 'Shattered'! 🩸⛓️

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Whumpee rubbing against Whumper's legs, whimpering for attention.

Whumper reaching down to pet their head—

Before grabbing them by the hair, dragging them onto the couch, laying on them and crushing them under their body, one hand on their throat, the other pinning their wrists above their head.

Whumpee was used to whumper being cruel—off-handed remarks, criticizing their body, their voice, the way they cooked or cleaned; leading them around the house by a painfully tight grip on their wrist, nails digging into their skin; being pushed out of the way, or tripped, or bent over a surface for a quick (though humiliating) swat...

But up to this point, Whumper had a system. They'd be cruel for fun, but punishment, real, severe pain was always reserved for back-talk, disobedience, defiance, lying...

But now Whumper shoved them against the couch, holding them down as they opened a case of pins and needles. Whumpee's breath caught—they'd been good, hadn't they? They'd taken every order, they'd tended to their chores, they hadn't spoken a word all day...

As Whumper pushed up their shirt and tugged down on the waistband of their pants, Whumpee couldn't help but whimper in confused terror, flinching backwards against the cushions. "Master—please—I-I—did I—I'm sorry, please—"

Whumper pressed a finger to their lips, shushing them. "No need for sorry, pet. You didn't do anything wrong."

Whumper spreads Whumpee's thighs, keeling between them and picking up the first pin. The point presses against Whumpee's skin, just below one of their nipples. Whumpee whines, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as the pin pierces skin. Tears spring to their eyes—it hurts. "Then—but—why?" they asked through tears, their full body twitching.

Whumper twists the needle, chuckling as Whumpee doubles over, wailing as the sensation sends excruciating pain throughout that side of their chest, their nipple bud, down to their sexual parts.

"Please!" they sob, the pain warring with confusion.

And Whumper just pushes them back on the cushions. "It's okay, Whumpee. You didn't do anything to deserve this. There is no why, you've been very good for me lately."

Vilya shuts his eyes. Tries to ignore the hand trailing under his shirt.

“Open your eyes, my dear. Look at what you have done to me. Look.” The tone is soft, encouraging. Vilya does not feel encouraged.

“No,” he says, and for good measure: “Fuck you.”

“Is that what you want? I would not deny you.”

“No.”

“Vilya.” This time, his name is a sigh. “Always so stubborn.”

Getting jealous when whumper hurts/threatens/preys upon someone else,

Getting anxious and worried when whumper hasn't tormented them in a while because what if whumper is falling out of love with them,

Hearing another whumpee talk about their own torment and getting jealous and sad because their whumper doesn't love them like whumpee #2's whumper loves them,

I love it when Whumpee isn't taken seriously. Maybe before the Whumpening™, they were known to be overdramatic, or are a 'person who cried wolf' type. So, when they tell Caretaker, who is actively tending to visibly wounded patients, that they're hurt, all they get is a brief once over and a "can't you just take a pain reliever? I'm busy."

And it happens, time and time again. Maybe Whumpee seeks out someone else, but everyone has the same dismissive attitude about it. Perhaps it gets to a point where people aren't just annoyed, but frustrated. 'This is serious, Whumpee, we don't have time to be messing around!' After numerous attempts, they still won't receive any help, and so they stop asking.

Things have seemingly gone back to normal. Then, Whumpee's legs give out, and they're unconscious before they even hit the floor. Caretaker is first to look, and feels their heart drop into their stomach when they find out Whumpee was, if anything, underestimating how bad it was.

They must have been hurting for days, possibly weeks. They came to Caretaker, whose entire job is to ease pain and mend wounds, and were turned away without much of a thought. They can't furrow their brow this time and ask Whumpee "why didn't you come find me?" because they did— over and over.

Team Leader no longer fought the restraints tying them down to the chair. The beating drained them of any remaining energy, so the only thing they could focus on was breathing through the pain.

"Here's how it's gonna go," Whumper grabbed Team Leader's chin, admiring their already bruised face. "I will now call Teammate, and you will tell them to drop the case: say it's been solved, send them on vacation... whatever. Just make sure they stop."

Team Leader met Whumper's gaze and blinked once, exhausted and resigned. Whumper let go of their chin and pressed the button on the phone. The dial tone echoed in a nearly empty room.

"Hello?" Teammate's voice came through the speaker after a few moments.

"Hi, Teammate, just checking in on your project," Team Leader put in an enormous effort to sound calm and even vaguely cheerful.

"Oh, it's going well! With the evidence I found, we should be able to prove Whumper's guilt."

"Great," Team Leader threw a glance in Whumper's direction. "Do hurry up, though."

Whumper's face darkened. They quietly put the phone on the nearby table and grabbed Team Leader's pinky, slowly bending it as a threat.

"Yes, I will. Leave it to me!" Teammate replied eagerly.

Team Leader's face contorted as they tried and failed to stifle a yelp.

"Is everything alright?" Teammate asked with concern.

"Y-yesss," Team Leader hissed. "I'm just busy. Gotta go. Good luck with your investigation," they rattled off as soon as they managed to steady their voice, somewhat.

"Right, thanks. Talk to you later!" Teammate said.

They sounded relaxed, completely unaware of what was happening.

The moment the call was over, something snapped, and Team Leader screamed.

A Whumpee who’s been kept in long-term captivity, who’s used to being constantly surveilled. Locked up in one particular room, unable to leave the house/building/structure that Whumpee keeps them in, Whumper constantly over their shoulder. Whumpee who’s kept weak or injured so that they’re forced to rely on Whumper, who is vindictive and neglectful.