Whumper and Villain have been tormenting Whumpee for hours now. They have taken turns beating him, he has been branded with each of their signatures, a searing hot blazing pain to each shoulder. The smell of burning skin still lingers in the room.
But this time is different, when Whumper took his tray yesterday after one of his rare meals, he didn’t notice the butter knife that Whumpee had managed to hide in the blanket on his bed. Today he has managed to keep hit hidden up his sleeve while Whumper and Villain took turns beating him. He is slumped on the cold floor, body aching, bruises on bruises forming.
Villain leans down and drags Whumpee up off the floor by his hair, as he pulls him up his face is inches from Whumpees. There will never be a better moment! Whumpee slips his knife into his hand and launches with what remaining strength he has.
The knife is connects with Villains head, it punches straight into Villains eye, piercing it with a wet pop, blood pouring from the socket and burying it in his brain. It all happens so quick. Whumpee feels a fleeting sensation of triumph.
Villain’s face is frozen with shock as he drops to the floor, dead before his body fully hits the ground.
Whumpee swings round to face Whumper, pulling the knife with him as he goes, but Whumper is faster and a lot closer to him that he thought. He jabs him firmly with a cattle prod he keeps nearby and shocks Whumpee.
Whumpee drops as the electricity pulses painfully through his body, his limbs useless. Agony races through him, the electric tearing through him, a white hot agony.
Whumper kicks the knife away across the floor and advances on Whumpee who is shuffling backward, shrinking against the door behind him, fear now the dominant feature in his eyes.
Whumpee hadn’t thought this through, he’d only thought of killing them both, not the consequences if he only managed to kill one. He hadn’t thought of who has the keys to his cell, how he would escape the room and get out of this prison.
He realises with dawning horror and a sick terror that punches his stomach that he’s just made a massive mistake.
Whumpee trembles with with fear, his whole body shaking. His breathing comes in sharp gasps, his heart rate rapid as he slides toward a panic attack.
Whumper stares down at Whumpee trying to blend in with the door and make himself as small as possible. A hyperventilating mess.
With total menace and glinting eyes Whumper manages to spit out through clenched teeth.
“You. Will. Pay. For. This.”
(Hurcember, 2025. Day 7: Death)
