#noncontouch

When Whumpee woke, they didn't open their eyes. They simply laid there, reflecting on the hollow aching in their flesh, the dull gnawing of their bones, and the overwhelming exhaustion that clung to their very being. Their thoughts felt slow, sluggish, and Whumpee simply could not think. What the fuck? ran through their mind several times before they finally remembered.

They had tried to escape.

And, of course, they had failed.

God. They were so fucking stupid.

They knew they would never leave this place. They knew they would never leave Whumper. They knew they could never leave their past behind. They were stuck here. With Whumper. Forever. They would never see their family, they would never see their friends, they would never see their home. They were just…trapped. Here. Fuck. They wanted out. They wanted out, so, so bad.

But… why even try? Maybe if they just shut up, they’d be okay. Whumper would leave them alone then. Whumper only hurt them when they deserved it. They deserved this. Didn’t they?

Yeah. Yeah, they did. They disobeyed Whumper. They tried to run. They tried to run because they were tired of an existence only filled by pain. They tried to leave them because Whumpee was exhausted from the constant terror. They tried to leave because they were so sick of the beatings and the games and the starvation and the tears and the blood and the screaming and the mockery and the laughter and when Whumpee saw that unlocked door they just couldn’t control themselves.

And now? They were lying on the cold floor feeling worthless. Wasted. Ruined.

They let out a miserable whimper.

"Finally awake, huh?" Whumper said flatly.

Whumpee jolted at their voice, eyes opening and scrambling away from Whumper. They attempted to push themselves backwards with their arms, but they only moved a foot. They stared back at Whumper, shaking, mumbling a quiet mhm  as a response. Whumper glared back, standing above them, arms crossed. They moved closer to Whumpee and sat back on their haunches. Whumpee shut their eyes as tears began to brew. They tried to quiet their breathing, but they couldn't stop the panic spreading when Whumper's thumb touched their  forehead, brushing something away.

They sat in silence for several seconds as Whumper tilted Whumpee's head this way and that before Whumper finally spoke.

"You look like shit." Whumper murmured.

At that, Whumpee wanted to laugh. Their eyes shot open once more as they looked at their tormentor. This psycho, this sick fuck, who had spent so much time and effort hurting Whumpee, was now telling them they looked like shit? What a joke. What a fucking joke. Yet, when they tried to laugh, to jeer and mock their comment, they broke into a coughing fit that wracked their broken body. They choked on their air for several seconds, tears blurring their vision as they watched Whumper's face blur. 

"Yeah. Ni-" they coughed, "nice observation."

Whumper glared.

"You need a bath."

Thin rays of moonlight crept through flowing curtains, lighting up a cold stream flowing from a metal faucet into a tub, raising the water that Whumpee crouched in. They shivered, and goose bumps rose on their arms, but they stayed silent and pulled their knees closer. Whumpee fumbled with their fingers, their breathing uneven as they picked at the grime between their nails. It was so dirty.

Whumpee listened to Whumper's quiet movements behind them. They walked around the small room, opening cabinets and apparently searching for something. They placed a towel on a counter beside the tub before leaving the room without a word. 

The door, rotting old wood that had once seen better days, creaked as it closed. After several seconds of silence, Whumpee let out a sigh and lowered their head to hide their face between their knees. They closed their eyes, attempting to control their uneven breathing, contemplating their past life and where they were now. They’d fallen so far.

They let themselves cry in that tub, warm tears spilling down their face into cold water. Their eyelashes grew wet as they covered their face with pale arms. They sunk deeper into the water, trying so very hard to bury themselves beneath. If only it was higher. Then they could hide. Then their mind could drift away and they could leave Whumper, if only for a moment.

At that second, Whumper returned, entering the room in silence except for the whine of the door and their padded footsteps.

They crouched beside Whumpee, placing their palms on Whumpee's neck. Whumpee's breath hitched before Whumper began to massage them, kneading away their tension through slow, practiced motions. It made them want to jerk away, but for now, it felt warm and safe. They felt themselves ease into Whumper's touch, allowing themselves to become more pliable. Whumper moved downwards, sliding their fingers along their neck to their shoulders with a gentle pressure.

"Frankly, I'm disappointed in you."

Whumper tightened their grip for a moment before releasing Whumpee. Whumpee instantly stiffened at both the words and the physical tension. 

Whumpee felt the gentle motion of Whumper brushing their hair. They began with their fingers to detangle the worst parts, but quickly moved on to using a comb. Whumpee stared down at the water in silence.

“I expected better, Whumpee.”

Whumpee winced as cold water rained down on them.

“I thought you had finally learned.”

Whumpee chewed the inside of their cheek.

“But no. Of course not. Of course you always have to prove me wrong, and always have to prove your stupidity, hm?”

Whumper tucked a stray hair behind Whumpee’s ear and turned the water off. They pumped shampoo into their hands and began to work it into Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee focused on the night time atmosphere during Whumper’s silence; they listened to a breeze run through the trees every now and then, heard the crickets chirp, and focused on the soft buzz of the fireflies’ dance.

“It’s strange how you always seem to best your last stunt. Strange how you always fuck up even worse than before. And you know? I give you anything you want. I give you food, a home, and everything you ask for, yet you never stop bitching.”

Whumper worked on the back of Whumpee’s head, their movements light and gentle.

“You’re always crying, always whining about how something isn’t exactly to your liking.”

“And I put up with it! I put up with all of your bullshit. But as soon as I turn my back, you try to leave.”

Whumper’s hands move from the back of Whumpee’s head to their shoulders, gripping them tightly. They move their face closer to Whumpee’s ear, their breath hot and wet. 

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Such an ingrate.”

They drag their hands to Whumpee’s neck and lift Whumpee’s face upwards, leaving behind soapy trails. Whumpee looks eye to eye with Whumper, lips quivering and breath catching.

“But you know what?”

“That’s okay. I’ll give you another chance. I always will.”

“But why? Why should I forgive someone like you?”

Whumper’s pupils dilate, brimming with…adoration?

“Because I love you. I really do.”

Whumpee stares up, tears freely flowing now. No. They didn’t love them. Whumpee knew that. They were lying. Lying. Lying. They tortured them, for fuck’s sake.

“Oh, darling, don’t cry.”

Whumper moves their thumb to Whumpee’s terrified eyes, wiping away their tears.

Whumpee fumbles with their words as they try to think up a proper response. But they only have one thing to say.

“No. No, you don’t.” They mumble.

Whumper looks hurt, but they continue on.

“I know you don’t understand what I’m doing, you’re too stupid to know,” they knock on Whumpee’s skull, “but you’ll see. You’ll see, eventually, that I’m doing what’s best for you, Whumpee, because I care about you, I love you.”

Whumpee feels sick. Their chest tightens as Whumper smiles.

Whumper takes Whumpee’s silence as acceptance.