Prompt #61

Leave your whumpee kneeling. Shove them, forcefully, to their knees on a hard, cold floor.

Leave them there, stuck kneeling on the unforgiving ground. Does the cold slowly make its way through their thin clothing, wracking their body with shivers that only put more pressure on their aching joints?

Or do they finally give out, slumping from their position. What does the whumper do when they come back?

Or, even better, what is the caretakers reaction afterward? How do they respond, knowing how the whumpee was forced to rest on their knees for hours, until their legs gave out? Do they save them, and gently pick them up and carrying them away, murmuring small sounds to the crying whumpee?

Bruise your whumpee’s knees, and then, if you’re mean, breakthem.

Prompt #59

The whumpee lay curled on the couch, thin frame completely swallowed up by the thick, wool blankets.

“I- I’m not- not allowed… to sit by the fire,” they’d explained to the caretaker moments before, voice breaking over the few words.

To the caretaker, it felt like a knife to the heart.

Prompt #50

“What…” caretaker trails off, hands raising to cover their mouth.

In front of them lay whumpee, a weak, muddy form huddled on the ground. The dim lighting made it close to impossible to see the real extent of their injuries.

“Did they do to you?”