Decay

CW: Gun Violence, Creepy Whumper

Whumper tracing the barrel of a gun down the side of whumpee's face

Whumper forcing whumpee to kiss or put a gun in/near their mouth

Caretaker teaching whumpee how to use a gun for future self defense purposes

The insidiousness of a whumper that makes sure that whumpee knows that they own a gun, or many, and knows how to use them. Whumper hunting, going to gun ranges, constantly reminding whumpee that they're a capable sharpshooter. That whumpee can run, but can they get far enough before it's too late

Animal/prey themed whumpee, and hunter themed whumper

Whumper mimicking shooting whumpee using finger guns (and making mock gun noises)

The way a body is jolted when shot, the impact contorting them, physics at play

Whump reveal, but it's a long since lodged bullet finally coming out

Caretaker tracing their fingers over bullet hole scars on whumpee's skin

A loud popping sound activating a whumpee's ptsd, who relates the noise to gunfire

Whumpee grimaced, "It....... hurts," they whimpered.

"They- They made me- I didn't have a choice!"

"Didn't have a choice?"

"You don't know what I've been through!"

"And yet, you look just fine."

Conditioning a Whumpee without Leaving Scars:

CW: Starvation, dehydration, electrocution, shock collars, pet whump, dehumanization, nudity

(I thought it'd be fun to write this as a fake "how to" guide, so that's what this is)

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offer their hands to be tied up

kneel down to take punishment

never beg to let them go/to untie them

are not afraid of showing their emotions during the torture

talk too much and then shut up when they told to

little masochistic/submissive

touch starving

Here she was, dreading what was to come. Her clothes had been torn away by her captor once security had brought her back to the mansion. She was dragged back down to the basement and chained to the wall.

Her captor was furious, she could tell. Mimi would've preferred that she yell or scream at her. She could handle that, she has experience. Instead her captor hissed in her ear, "Just you wait." She had tried to hold it together once she had been recaptured, but it was too much. The tears began to flow and Mimi began to beg, BEG for a 2nd chance, for leniency, for a chance to be good, she could be good, she promised. She begged until panic set in and her words became nothing but an incoherent sob. Her captor smiled down gently and turned Mimis head towards her own. "Save your tears, my dear. You're going to need them." With that, she raised her hand and struck her captive across the face. Mimi would've completely fallen over if she hadn't been chained to the wall. Her captor laughed before turning to leave, leaving the poor girl with her head ringing.

That was hours ago, at least Mimi thought it was, since there was no clock or windows in the basement. She wished she could sleep, she felt completely exhausted, and her anxiety was only exasperating the situation. Though, she knew that even if she could lay down, sleep would evade her. The dread of the punishment to come was all consuming.

Then it happened, Mimi heard footsteps on the stairs. They were slow and loud, with the tell tale clacking of her captors heels. Mimi let out an involuntary whimper, she didn't know what to do. She closed her eyes and tried to dissappear into the wall.

The door opened and in walked her captor, her mistress, Lorena Lamae. Mimi wanted to run, to scream, to vanish, but all she could do was tremble. She heard her unlock the cabinet door and Mimi knew what was coming. Lorena walked towards her and began to coo "Why would you run away, little one? You could've been hurt out there, what were you thinking?" Mimi choked back a sob. She wanted to scream at her, rip these chains out of the wall, and tear her apart. She wished she'd died in the wilderness than live in this torment. "Have you nothing to say for your actions? I'm disappointed in you. I give you beautiful clothes, a place to stay, I give you a purpose, you'd be nothing without me."

Mimi couldn't take it anymore, "I DON'T WANT THIS, I'VE NEVER WANTED THIS. ALL YOU DO IS TORTURE AND HUMILIATE ME YOU SICK FUCK!"

There was silence. Oh shit, had she just said that? Shit shit shit. "I- Mistress". Lorena snatched her by the hair and Mimi yelped. Her mistress got close to her ear and growled, "You ungrateful little girl. You think I care if you want this? You should be grateful that I love you, others would've disposed of you a long time ago." Mimi began to whimper as her mistress chuckled darkly. "You are getting exactly what is coming to you and it's going to hurt. It's going to be humiliating. And you're going to take it." With that, she smiled.

blindfolds, gags, and ear covers on whumpees who already know exactly who’s hurting them and couldn’t even be heard by anyone who would help them if they could scream

heavy iron chains, cuffs, and collars on whumpees who couldn’t have even broken out of thin ropes

muzzles on whumpees who are completely lacking in fangs or any kind of biting capability

extremely intricate bindings covering every bit of whumpee’s body, leaving them completely incapable of movement, when they were already trapped somewhere they had no hope of escaping on their own

Content: 2nd person tense, noncon touching, striking, pinching, flinching, forced "comfort"

Coddling theor head but refusing to let go when they flinch away

Sensually stroking the wounds they just made, threatening to go back to hurting whumpee if they dare to beg to be let go

Casually hinting at punishment to come to watch whumpee struggle not to cry. Smirking when they see the facade slip.

Whumper making a habit of coming up behind whumpee and pinching them or striking them. So that now they cringe at the slightest touch and flinch when they hear someone move behind them

Using that flinch response to embarrass them. Grinning when they see it.

Holding whumpee in an iron grip when they cry, and moaning in delight

Whumpee getting good at hiding when they're in pain so whumper doesn't get the satisfaction