Cw: (implied) panic attack, tight spaces, claustrophobia, Whumper trying to condition Whumpee, (briefly mentioned) amputation, male Whumper
Whumpee’s blood froze in their veins at the words Whumper had just muttered under his breath, back in the… cage??
As Whumpee put two and two together their eyes widened, Whumper was going to put them in the cage. Again. Whumpee shivered as they felt a hand on their shoulder, prompting them to get up, they quickly pulled away. Knowing it was Whumper they turned to him, dropping down to their knees.
“Please not the cage, please, please, please I’ll do anything, just don’t put me back in there, it’s too small I can’t move I can’t breathe in there please Whumper,” They begged, feeling a panic attack coming on. After no reaction from Whumper they looked up, Whumper’s face as stoic as always, clearly unfazed by their begging.
Try again, try harder, they told themselves, and they did just that, attempting to fight for their freedom yet again, “Please I-“
They were cut off by Whumper pressing a finger to their lips, before he himself followed Whumpee down to him knees, his expression turning into a twisted one which showed concern, false concern, laced with a twisted expression of slight amusement at Whumpee’s pain but most importantly their fear, “I heard you the first time love,” Whumper muttered, and by their calm tone of voice, Whumpee would’ve almost found the statement caring, loving- if it wasn’t coming from Whumper, “Now in the fucking cage. Before I force you in a coffin and bury you 6 feet under for the night,” Whumper added coldly as his face dropped from tranquility to one of pure anger, Whumpee flinched at the sudden change, knowing they didn’t have a lot of negotiating room left.
They swallowed and tried to convince Whumper to have mercy, one last time, knowing the risk which came with disrespecting Whumper and his wishes. “Whumper. I swear, I will do anything you want me to anything if you just don’t put me in that cage, please, I swear,” They stuttered honestly. They would’ve rather done anything in the world than go in the cage right now, even have one of their limbs cut off, that’s how bad their claustrophobia was.
Whumper got up, more irritated than before as he spoke through his teeth, “Listen here smart ass, you will do anything, and I mean anything I want you to anyway, wether you like it or not. Now get your ass up and crawl in the cage like someone who has respect for their master before I pick you up by your hair and throw you in that coffin I mentioned a second ago.”
When Whumper was finished, his Whumpee could barely think straight anymore, frozen in place, their anxiety was eating them from the inside out. They hated small spaces, especially things like cages, they thought back to the last time they got harshly thrown in there, they tried to hold their tears back, remembering how uncomfortable, how tight and suffocating it felt. Their limbs tied to one another, how they tired to move but no matter which way they went their body collided with the walls of the cage, how they tried to change position, their arms and knees aching from being on all fours for so long but couldn’t because there simply was no room for movement.
“Fine then. Since you don’t want to move we’ll do it my way,” Whumpee immediately shot up at the words, zoning back in and ready to make their way over to the cage which they would chose 100% of the time over the coffin, however it was too late, “Where do you think you’re going? You’ve had your time,” Whumper stated, swiftly grabbing Whumpee by the hair, yanking them back towards him.
The pulling started off light, Whumper not wanting to accidentally rip out half of his beautiful Whumpee’s hair. However, the more they struggled the harsher the grip got, eventually becoming unbearable for both Whumper and Whumpee, more so for Whumpee for obvious reasons.
Whumpee didnt struggle anymore afterwards, not knowing if Whumper’s grip could even get any stronger, they just accepted their fate, trying to calm themselves down before getting thrown in the coffin. Hoping they’ll have enough air in the tight space to survive the night.
