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"Oh, that hurt?"

"You're weaker than they told me."

"Don't tell me you're scared already."

"Seems like this is gonna be easier than I let on."

"Oh, this? Nothing much."

"Ah- that might scar."

"This might sting a bit..." *Procedes to stab Whumpee*

"Crying already?"

"God, you talk a lot." / "Do you ever shut up?"

"You have surprisingly low pain tolerance."

It led nowhere. It had always led nowhere. It was nothing more than a rouse set up by Whumper and idly mentioned for the purpose of planting the seed of running away in their mind. And Whumpee had fallen for the trap so easily, now forced to confront the fact that not only was there truly no escape, but that Whumper would know they'd disobey.

They took a step backwards, then another, unable to look away from the fake exit. Maybe if they scurried back to their binds quick enough, Whumpee could pretend this never happened, and Whumper would be none the wiser. The chill in their soul only turned to deadweight in their stomach when their back hit a warm, solid body.

There was no sense in turning around. Whumpee knew who it was before strong arms wrapped around their midsection, purposely pinning their arms a bit too tightly to their sides, bruises pulsating with a dull ache in tandem with their racing heart. Whumper's chin dropped onto their raised shoulder, their cheek flush against Whumpee's own, an unpleasant warmth against their clammy skin.

Look it's some whumpy dialogue prompts! Have fun!

Can you run in those shoes?

Careful.

Remind me, are you right or left handed?

Does closing your eyes help? I'm sure that's extremely effective.

Hmm...white floors....You don't happen to have any bleach, do you?

Ten...nine....eight.....

You should sit down.

I'd love to hang out. Why don't you get in the car?

When was the last time you cried?

Don’t waste your energy.

You shouldn't be out here all alone. You never know who you might run into.

Don't. You won't like what happens next.

Do you need a reminder?

Why do you look so scared? Nothing is going to happen if you just behave.

You're so small compared to me.

I hope you're not thinking about running right now. That wouldn't turn out well for you.

Is that door locked?

Are you sure you want to talk to me like that?

Such a busy party. I don't think anyone would notice if someone just...disappeared.

That wasn't a request.

You shouldn't wear your hair up like that. It makes it so easy for someone to grab.

Hmmm...I'm getting bored.

Oh right, that little friend of yours. What was their name again? 'Caretaker'? They still live in that little house on the east side, don't they.

Is that really what you want?

Again? You know that didn't turn out well for you last time.

Hold still.

Another dead end? Shucks. Looks like you're stuck.

How are you at running?

Have you ever donated blood before? There's this muffled, cold feeling when you give a little too much. It's quite the experience.

Count for me.

What you want doesn't really matter, does it?

What a pretty little neck.

Hmm. Looks like we're alone.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you? You're smarter than that.

Are you lost?

What is a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?

Let me make things easier for you.

You have such a handsome face, but...it's missing something.

I think red's your color.

Are you one of those people who bruises easily?

Who else knows you're here? (...) Well...How convenient.

You'd better start running, then. I'll give you a ten second head start.

It's fascinating how many places there are on the human body that wont bruise.

Careful with that. We wouldn't want you to get hurt.

Shh...just be good and you won't have to find out how sharp this is.

You look like a screamer.

I hope you don't have anywhere to be -- this might take a while.

.

As per always, please tag me if you use any of these cuz I wanna seeeeeeeeeee...

dang, you guys liked that one huh? sure kids, here ya go

[Part One Here]

(tw: forced feeding, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, manhandling, intimate whumper, burning, unhealthy fasting)

“I’m not eating until you do.”

Whumpee eyes Whumper warily, dull, silicone spoon resting heavy in their trembling hands. They let their eyes slide back down to the soup in front of them. Tomato. Grilled cheese next to it. Their favorite artisanal bread. Never before has the worlds simplest meal looked so fucking fancy.

“Not hungry,” they deadpan.

Whumper sighs, leaning back in their chair. “You haven’t eaten in over a day. You need sustenance.”

Whumpee’s eyes flick back up - harder now. “I said I’m not hungry - would you just back off??”

Whumper doesn’t flicker. Doesn’t move in the slightest. They just sit in still silence, same gentle eyes roaming over Whumpee. “I can’t do that, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s jaw sets. They look away. 

“Come on - I made your favorite.

“It’s not my favorite.”

“It is,” they posit gently. “You were just forced to choose a more refined answer to that question for so long. When you’re unhappy - this is what you want.”

Tears are burning at the backs of their eyes again as they shift their gaze further away - down and to the side. Hardwood floor. If their feet weren’t shackled down, they could make a break for it…

“Please, Whumpee. Do it for me?”

Their hand is scalding before they even register it moving. Soup splattering through the air and slopping onto the ground. Red stains the table and up their arm. “I SAID NO!”

Whumpee immediately snaps their jaw shut, melting back into their chair. Small. Regret washes through them, tailed loosely by cool, curling fear. 

What Whumper might do for them lashing out. The scolding they’d get even from their parents for something like that - let alone a kidnapper. 

But Whumper doesn’t flinch - barely even blinks. Even as the burnt orange splatters up their shirt. “..Whumpee, I-” Their eyes lock onto the soup on Whumpee’s hand. “Oh no- are you okay - is that burning you-?” before their sentence is finished, they’re already up and bounding across the kitchen. In moments, they’re kneeling at Whumpee’s side, not seeming to care about the soup that’s soaking into their jeans.

Whumpee rips their arm out of the way as Whumper reaches for it. “What are y- don’t - don’t TOUCH me-”

Whumper winces, shrinking a little. “I’m just trying to h-”

“WELL STOP HELPING.” Their voice cracks, the tears choking it down to nothing.

There’s a beat of silence, then Whumper rises smoothly. Something in their face hardens. “I’m not going to do that - I’ll never stop helping you.” They snatch Whumpee’s wrist, wrenching it toward them. They blot the cold towel over the light burn.

Whumpee bares their teeth, struggling in Whumper’s grip. “Ss-stop! Lemme go! Lemmego!”

Whumper’s jaw’s set as they scrub away the soup, gentleness starting to wear away with each pass of the towel. “Know what I think?” They step behind Whumpee’s chair, grabbing their other arm too.

Whumpee struggles against them, thrashing in the grip and against the metal around their ankles until it bruises deep against bone. “S-stop! Stop let GO-”

“I think,” Whumper continues, twisting both arms back behind the chair. “That you just aren’t used to this - you’re not used to someone actually caring.”

They wrist and writhe, but can’t break Whumper’s grip. “Wh-what are you talking about???”

The towel shreds in half.

“I think that everyone in your life is so shitty to you that you see something genuinely good as a threat - because that’s the mask they wear to hurt you.”

The towel starts wrapping around their wrists, biting in tight.

“Wh-nngh- stopthathurts-”

Whumper ignores them, tying rough, tight knots. “I think that you need a stronger hand to show you what’s right and wrong.” With one more tug of a knot, Whumpee’s stuck writhing against fabric alone. Whumper’s hands slither up over their shoulders, kneading in.

Lips at their ear have them twitching away, but there’s nowhere to go.

“So you’re going to eat. You’re going to be nice. You’re going to get to know me - and I’ll fix you.” Thumbs grind in - enough to drag a keeing whine from Whumpee’s throat. “Sound good, love?”

Whumpee squirms down, trying to escape the touch that follows them every inch. “Sst-top stop jus-justletme go-”

“No,” Whumper murmurs a kiss to the top of their head and pulls away. They don’t bother cleaning up the mess, they just get a different bowl from the cupboard and ladle a fresh few scoops into it. They prowl back to Whumpee, setting the steaming bowl neatly in front of them. “You need to eat.”

Whumpee glares at the soup, even as a tear trickles off their chin and splatters onto the mess of a table. “..n-no..”

Their scalp burns as Whumper’s fingers twist into it. Their shoulders strain against the sudden angle as their nose crunches against the bottom of the bowl.

Agony explodes around their eyes, fire licking up their cheeks and dripping down their neck. They sputter, thick, splattering air bubbles slopping through the soup as they thrash against Whumper’s hand - desperate to escape the burning. 

“Drink.” Whumper grinds them further down against the ceramic. “You can breathe when it’s gone.”

Whumpee sucks in a desperate mouthful, shoving the fire down their throat out of reflex as much as anything - half of it comes sputtering back up the wrong tube. Curling, grinding fear works up their lungs, following the burn as the acid and blood and tears dance across their throat. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” There’s another hand in their hair. Soft, gentle fingers contrasting the rough grip of the other. Stroking softly. Dancing through their curls and massaging lightly at the scalp. “I’m gonna fix you.”

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