#electrocution

Caretaker working late into the night to remove a delicate but buggy device off of Whumpee's neck. They're tired, but it's more than worth it.

A half-strangled scream tore from Whumpee's throat. They keeled over, first onto their side, then writhing back and forth, clawing at the collar. Whumper merely walked up to them. They pushed the Whumpee over with their boot.

"Please." Defiant Whumpee uttered through gritted teeth, glaring upwards at Whumper. Whumper smiled, "Make it sweet.", before pressing down on the button.

Whumpee's shock collar was initially for barking dogs. They've grown quiet to avoid the pain.

Shocks were always paired with a simple command, down to the point that Whumpee could no longer even remember the word if they tried, the brain doing its best to block it all out. It was just another casualty of the past. It was, until Caretaker said the command-word.

Press the red button to give me an extra dose of voltage!

October 9. Prayer