Whumpmas in July: Day Six
Left Behind
TW: Restraints, torture, blindfold, gag, abandoned
Whumpee flinched at the sound of the door opening, curling up and shrinking away as much as their cuffs allowed them to. It wasn't much.
They whimpered when something touched them, waiting for the pain to start again. But the hand... it was gentle.
Their blindfold was pulled away, and Whumpee squinted into the light to see-
Caretaker.
Whumpee sobbed in relief, leaning into Caretaker's hand as they pulled the gag out of their mouth.
"C-caretaker, y-you came-" they gasped, disbelief clear in their eyes.
"Shush, it's alright, I've got you," Caretaker reassured, moving to work on the cuffs securing Whumpee's hands to the wall. "Everything's gonna be fi-"
They were cut off by the sound of gunshots in the hallway, deafeningly loud. Someone was calling Caretaker's name, loud and panicked.
Caretaker paled, turning to the cuffs with a sort of desperation Whumpee had never seen before. "Damn lock won't give," they whispered under their breath, brow furrowing.
"Caretaker, where are you?!" The shout came from through the open door, and Caretaker glanced over with a wince. "We got the plans. We need to get out of here. NOW!"
Caretaker bit back a swear word, giving the lock a few more desperate tugs. "M'sorry," they gasped, and when Whumpee met their eyes, they understood.
"N-no, wait caretaker, pleas-"
Bang!
Caretaker swallowed down a sob. "I-I'll be back," they promised shakily, before standing-
turning-
running-
away-
leaving Whumpee behind.
Alone.
They stared at that door as the sounds of escape faded away, dreading the moment Whumper would return again.
Because this time, they couldn't even hope for rescue.
This time, they knew that they were on their own.
