Whumpee looked into the knife drawer, "if he wants a dog, I'll give him one." They grabbed the sharpest knife they could, "he will regret how he's treats me."
Whumpee went into the living room and eyed Whumper's leather Lay-Z-Boy, remembering all that was done to them in that chair.
They went wild with cutting up the chair. They stabbed the knife as deep as they could.
As they stepped back to look over their work, they paused and realized they cut themselves and got blood everywhere. They dropped the knife suddenly realizing what they just did.
Suddenly the front door opened.
"I am so dead", they whimpered
Whumper rounded the corner and saw a bloody Whumpee, as they got closer they saw their chair.
"Whumpee, what did you do"?, he gasped.
"I uh", Whumpee looked at Whumper wanting to cry, "I don't know."
"You made a mess", he looked at the blood, "let's get you cleaned up, then deal with this."
Whumper looked over the cut, "it's not to deep", he held a compress over it, and when the bleeding stopped, he bandaged it.
"Why aren't you yelling at me", Whumpee sighed, "I know your mad, just get it over with."
"Trust me, your punishment is coming, I'm not extremely mad, I actually just bought a new chair to replace that one", Whumper sighed, "this isn't going to slide though, that was extremely dumb and stupid of you."
Whumpee wanted to throw up. Their brave front was starting to crumble. They dry heaved.
"Don't throw up", Whumper stated, then clicked his tongue against his teeth.
"Go upstairs to my room, I'll be there in a few minutes", Whumper sighed.
"May I go pee first?", Whumpee staggered in the hall leading to the stairs.
"Go ahead" Whumper picked up the knife and a few pieces of cloth, "my room right after."
Whumper realized something as they sauntered up the stairs into their bedroom. They gave Whumpee an evil grin.
Whumpee's heart sank, expecting the worst. They dropped to the ground, "please sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Whumper hogtied Whumpee and gagged them with their dog bone gag.
"You know I could make this worse", Whumper grinned at Whumpee again, and patted their head, "but I think I like what this means."
Whumpee looked up at him, "hmph", they questioned into the gag.
"It means all of that training is coming through", he laughed, "only a dog would tear up their master's chair."
Whumpee fought against the bindings. They hated how true that was, they hated themselves, and they hated him.
"Also, you asked for permission to pee, just like a dog", he laughed, "this is great."
Whumpee started to hyperventilate. They stopped fighting the bindings and gasped for air.
Whumper went to leave, Whumpee watched as the door closed, that last bit of hallway light filtered in. Their eyes met Whumper's, tears started to fill their eyes.
"Good night pet", Whumper laughed.
