#perfluorocarbon

"Now Whumpee, that's no way to act, I'm letting you clean yourself up. Don't I deserve some gratitude?” Whumper said, their voice dripping with venom.

Whumpee tried to spit a reply, but the gag muffled their retort. Whumper smiled and opened a heavy wooden door. 

"I had Henchman prepare a bath. I know how much you hate a hot bath and cold water is such a pain to keep cold, so this is perfectly room temperature.” Whumper said, letting the door close behind them. “Now, all we have to do is get those pesky clothes off of you.” They dragged their eyes over Whumpee’s body, staring at all the bruises and scars they’d made over the weeks that they’d had Whumpee. 

Whumpee stopped fighting and their eyes widened, their mind already creating horrible scenes for what Whumper was planning.

Whumper waved their hand dismissively, "Oh, don't worry. I won't have you here. I've got a much better place for when you're ready for that.” They folded a towel over the back of a chair and smiled, almost sweetly.

"Now take off your clothes or I'll do it for you, and I won't be as gentle as I have been."

Whumpee's hands shook as they pulled their shirt over their head. They took off their pants and stood in just their underwear and gag.

"Come now, Whumpee, you know I meant all the way.” Whumper said, walking up to Whumpee.

Whumper ripped Whumpee’s underwear off of them, their nails cutting into Whumpee’s hips and legs as they did so.

Whumpee screamed behind the gag and Whumper closed their eyes. "Do you know what those screams of yours do to me? It almost makes me…” Whumper slid behind Whumpee and embraced them, almost like a lover would do. Tremors shook Whumpee’s body as Whumper's hand traced circles over their chest, "Now,” Whumper whispered. "Let's get this gag off so you can scream properly. Who knows, you might wake Henchman."

Whumpee heard a soft “click " and the gag fell around their neck where it stayed.

Whumper, still standing behind Whumpee, lifted Whumpee at their waist and carried them to the tub. They nipped Whumpee's earlobe with their teeth and whispered, "If you're good, I'll leave you alone tomorrow."

Whumpee shuddered but stayed still. Whumper gently put Whumpee in the tub and grabbed a washcloth. They wiped Whumpee down, going over the places where Whumpee’s breath hitched several times, Whumpee whimpered everytime Whumper touched the new cuts on their legs, so naturally, Whumper wiped over them more than anywhere else.

Whumper stood up and backed a way to look at Whumpee in the blood-stained tub.

“There we go, all clean.” Whumper purred. "I was hoping you'd say something about it, since you’re usually so perceptive, but this isn't water. Tell me, Whumpee, do you know what perfluorocarbon is?” Whumper smiled cruelly as they jolted forward with their hands out in front of them.

They shoved Whumpee into the tub, tilting their head back when Whumpee struggled under their hold. Whumper allowed them to the surface before pushing them back down, several times over. Whumpee's thrashes slowly weakened before they laid still under the perfluorocarbon’s surface and Whumper left them in the tub.

“Rest well, Whumpee, I'll see you tomorrow."

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