I have more ideas based on this.
Two Whumpers discussing what is best for Whumpee while Whumpee is chained up, listening helplessly. The Whumpers just stand there discussing Whumpee like Whumpee isn't even there.
"Do they still beg you to stop?" Whumper A asks.
Whumper B sighs and crosses their arms in front of their chest. "Yeah. They have such a hard time grasping what we're doing here."
"Hmm," Whumper A nods, "maybe we should up the intensity? Do you think that will help?"
A whimper escapes from Whumpee's lips, but neither of the Whumpers pay any attention to it.
"Might be a good idea," Whumper B answers, "we can try the whip?"
Whumpees eyes go wide. Whumper B turns to look at them, like they are trying to find answers within Whumpee's face. Their expression is unreadable. It somehow feels invasive.
"Please-" Whumpee pleads, but Whumper B interupts them. "Yeah I thinkt that really is best."
"Alright," Whumper A says casually, writing something down in the notebook they are holding. "Let's start the new treatment plan tomorrow."
Terror is rising in Whumpee's chest. Not just from their newfound fear of tomorrow, but also from the casual nature of the horrific discussion happening right in front of their eyes. Whumper A and Whumper B really don't think that what they are doing is a big deal at all.
