Betrayal pt 4

Continued from here

@appleejuice,@lonesome–hunter

CW: Hanging from wrists, bruises, fever, infection, delirium, passing out, used as a punching bag

Whumpee whimpered as dozens of hands pushed them down and pulled at their arms. They felt ropes tighten around their wrists and, before they could truly register what was happening, they found themself hanging in the air, dangling by their wrists.

Strugglingat all intensified the strain on Whumpee’s shoulders tenfold. After only a moment of squirming, Whumpee gave up.

Someone struck Whumpee hard in the back, causing their already blurred vision to darken and spin as they swung from the rope. Even as they opened their mouth to speak, someone else struck them in the chest, knocking them breathless.

“—Why—?” Whumpee gasped as soon as they managed to get some air back in their lungs.

Laughter rang out around them and Whumpee struggled through the pain, trying to make their eyes focus on the people around them. Try as they might, the haze of pain and fever from infection made it impossible to distinguish the colors that swirled and bled together.

“Whumper treats us like shit.” One voice said.

“By the time we’re done, you’ll wish Whumper just killed you.” Came another voice, this one alarmingly close to Whumpee’s face.

“Don’t worry too much, though. No one ever makes it longer than a few days here.” Said someone else behind Whumpee.

Someone spun them.

—

Whumpee had no clue how long it had been. Hours? Days? Weeks?

A shaft of light cut through the dim interior of the room and Whumpee whimpered, fully anticipating another beating. Between their fever and swelling from a particularly bad black eye, they couldn’t tell who had entered the room.

After a long minute of silence, a wave of dizziness swept over Whumpee and they felt the room dropping away. Their feet touched the solid ground for the first time in a long time and, as the rope grew slack, their arms fell into their lap.

It took everything Whumpee had to stay on their knees and not fall over completely.

A cool hand cupped Whumpee’s cheek and a soft voice echoed in their ears. It sounded vaguely familiar. Whumpee couldn’t place it, nor could they understand the words the voice was saying.

The world tipped again and fell away as they were pulled gently sideways and against a body. Whumpee’s eyes fixated on the hazy features of someone peering down at them.

The person looked concerned, their lips moving in sync with the indistinguishable voice. Whumpee let their gaze drift over the entirety of the person’s face. As their eyes fell closed, they realized it was Caretaker.