#forced to clean
After a beating, Whumper instructs Whumpee to clean up the mess of blood made on the floor. Whumpee struggles to think and move as their head pounds from a concussion. Blood mixes with soapy water as they scrub away the droplets on the floor, renewed every they cough and splatter fresh blood over their work.
June 13th- “Did I say you could stop?”
Cw: abuse, forced to clean, cruel Whumper, kicking, exhaustion, denied sleep, uhhhh idk what else
Whumpee blinked hard, trying to clear the fog from behind their gaze as they stared down intensely at the floor in front of them.
They stifled a small yawn as they dipped the rag back into the bucket, what had once been full of warm suds having long since turned into a cold mixture of dirt and cleaning products.
A moment later, they pulled the cloth back out, vision blurring as they began mindlessly scrubbing the tiles once more.
The tiles were beyond disgusting, coated in layers of dried blood and grime—most of it likely their own. They barely noticed as they’d hand slipped, already bruised knuckles scraping hard against the floor as they dragged the rag across a particularly difficult stain.
A twinge of pain shot through their fingers, but Whumpee didn’t react, much too exhausted to focus on anything other than the task at hand.
Whumper had said that only once they finished cleaning, would they finally be allowed to rest.
They had been working for hours, the minutes dragging by as they cleaned tile after tile, only taking a break every so often to refill the soiled bucket and switch out the rag.
Whumpee let out a surprised yelp, their arms giving out as a sharp kick to the ribs took them by surprise. They came crashing to the ground, chin knocking against the slate flooring as they landed.
Whumper glared down at them, their face twisting in disgust.
“I didn’t say you could stop, now, did I?” They hissed, drawing their leg back once again. For a moment, Whumpee could only grace themself for the incoming blow, their eyes squeezing shut. But instead, the toe of Whumper’s boot slammed into the bucket, knocking it over. The dirty water sloshed out, quickly soaking over the section Whumpee had just spent the last ninety minutes scrubbing.
“Get back to work.” Whumper rolled their eyes, spitting onto the floor before turning and stalking from the room.
Whumpee didn’t even have the energy to be annoyed as they slowly rose to their feet, picking up the bucket and stumbling back over to the sink.
