#electrocution whump

Shock collar

"Try to take it off?" Whumper's thumb is on the button. "Shock."

Whumpee stays silent.

"Get too close to the remote?" Whumper holds it up. "Shock."

Whumpee flinches slightly.

"Disobey me?"

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.

Examples include: Seizures, memory loss, brain fog, migraines, stuttering or slurred speech, hand tremors, loss of sensation/pins & needles in extremities and balance issues

YOU'RE SO CORRECT AND RIGHT FOR THIS.

first of all the pure dehumanization of it combined with the high potential of physical pain. Being collared like an animal, like something owned. If Whumpee has contact with anyone besides Whumper, the implications of wearing a collar are immediately obvious

Whumper using the shock collar as a twisted form of clicker training. If Whumpee is defiant, uncooperative, or even just makes a mistake? They get shocked. It gets to the point where even when Whumpee isn't wearing the collar, they flinch violently the moment they do any kind of "unacceptable" behavior

A fun variation of the above is Whumper also just shocking Whumpee for fun sometimes. Whumpee either frantically trying to figure out what they did wrong, or just stewing in the unfairness of it all

Whumper being able to torture Whumpee without needing to be close to them

Someone else absolutely posted this already, but: Whumpee escaping/being rescued while still wearing the shock collar and Whumper randomly activating it from afar <3

Electrocution whump as a whole is v compelling to me because it's a type of torture that can be very very painful but also typically does not leave marks or scars. So many angsty possibilities with that

Recovering Whumpee who always needs to have their neck covered. Hoodies, turtlenecks, chokers, etc, as long as they feel like no one has access to that vulnerable area of their body

Based on @victimeyez 's pet whump prompts

Content warnings: BBU adjacent, pet whump, institutionalized whump, electrocution, biting, finger whump, blood

There’s nothing quite like the terror of waking up and being unable to remember a single thing about yourself, every strained attempt to remember only resulting in you smacking into the steel vault door that’s suddenly right where your cherished childhood memories used to be. Or, where they probably were, anyway. I wouldn’t have known, because I couldn’t fucking remember. All I could feel was this cold pit in my stomach, the sensation that I’d collapsed in on myself like a black hole, that I wasn’t anyone anymore.

Yep, there’s really nothing quite like it. Which is why there’s also the godforsaken sequel: being molded into someone—something—you’re absolutely certain you don’t want to be.

“Your pain is what makes you useful,” the trainer intoned. “Say it.”

“Fuck you—” The cattle prod jabbed into my stomach. My arms yanked at the manacles suspending me, instinct driving me to protect my torso. That was the only thing driving me, I thought numbly, my jaw clenched against the pain. Instinct. I didn’t have much else.

When it stopped, I sagged in my chains with my arms pulling at their sockets, and a bead of sweat ran down my nose and plopped to the tile floor, right in front of the trainer’s boots. The tip of her cattle prod, still warm, pushed up under my chin. I flinched upright. She let out a dry chuckle. “I could do this all day, pet. But I doubt you can.”

“Underestimate me again,” I muttered, “I dare y—”