#some good old fashioned michal inspiration for all of this
Tied to a chair, the whumpee refuses to answer the whumper’s question. He endures the alternating punches and demands with only the occasional grunt of pain, even as blood streams down his face. Finally, the frustrated whumper yanks his captive’s head back by the hair and holds a blade to his throat, nearly screaming his question…and the whumpee caves. With eyes squeezed shut and hands white-knuckled on the arms of the chair, he gasps the name of the location he’d kept secret until now. Triumphant, the whumper strides away, and the whumpee slumps forward…to conceal the slow smile that spreads over his cracked and bleeding lips.
