18-branding

CW: branding, intimate whumper, non con kissing, pet whump.

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Victor was called up to Alexi’s office. He expected another night of kneeling next to Alexi while he worked. when he got there Alexi wasn’t at his desk, instead he sat on a couch by the fireplace. Alexi beckoned Victor over. Victor knelt by his side. Alexi played with his hair for a while before suddenly standing up. Victor watched him warily.

“Come here and Lay down on your back.” He said softly

Victor did as he was told. Alexi sat on top of him straddling his waist.

“What are you-“

“Hush.”

Alexi unbuttoned Victor’s shirt. Victor shivered despite the heat of the fire. He followed Alexi’s hand with his eyes as he reached towards the fire. That was when he noticed the branding iron.

“Please don’t” Victor cried “please I’ll do anything you want just please don’t do this.”

Alexi just shushed him. And raised the iron over Victor’s chest, lining it up over his left pec.

“Now don’t move. I want this to come out nice and clean.” Alexi demanded.

“Please don’t” Victor sobbed “please”

All he could do was scream as the blazing hot iron was pressed into his skin. The stench of burning flesh hit him in a wave.

Alexi leaned down and kissed him silencing his cries. It was horrible and disgusting and violating. All Victor could do was let the tears roll down his cheeks as he whimpered into Alexi’s lips. Alexi broke the kiss and licking a stray tear from Victor’s cheek. Victor shivered with disgust.

Alexi sat back up and pulled the iron away then dropped it in a waiting bucket of water.

“Good boy, you took that so well.” Alexi cooed as he ran his hand over the brand.

Victor’s breath caught in his throat at the pain of pressure on the fresh burn.

“I am not your property” Victor seethed “you had no right.”

“But you forget, my love, you are”

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To be continued

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“Lay With Me”  

Tw: Forced Cuddling (Non-Sexual), Alcohol Mention, Forced Gaze, Minor Threats, Height Difference (Whumper 5'9/Whumpee 5'2), Anxiety.

A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.

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I want to write an immortal whumpee for the aesthetic and all the potential of an imortal whumpee, but I don’t want to go through the effort of creating and writing an immortal whumpee you know?

So does anyone have any stories with immortal whumpees that I can read? There’s a few I’ve read but can’t remember, but I’d be happy to reread stuff again, cause immortal whumpees are sooo good and sooo underrated.

Alex (Roleplay OC)

This is Ollie’s owner, Alex. (she/they)

Alex specialises in rescuing/training pets like Ollie. Every week, new ones get sent to her from a range of different places, and It’s her job to make sure they’re good enough to be given back by a certain date.

She’s around 5'8 in height, with multiple piercings and tattoos. Sometimes she purposely wears more revealing clothing to show them off, though she mostly prefers to keep them to herself.

Though she likes to think she’s mysterious and closed off person, she’ll open up about just about anything if you ask her to! They do not believe that they’re doing anything wrong by owning this business and keeping Ollie as their pet, and honestly is proud of what they’ve achieved over the past several years.

She is here to take any questions you might have about either herself or Ollie, so ask away!

Or, if you don’t feel like doing it yourself, you may ask her to do something to Ollie instead <3

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Whumpee jumped at the sound of Caretaker’s voice. They practically spun around and pressed themselves up against the front door, closing it again as they did so. “Uhm… I just- I wanted to go out for lunch with a friend… I haven’t seen them for a while and I-”

“I am the only friend you need, Whumpee.” Caretaker stepped forward and gently ran their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, pulling them close to their chest. Whumpee felt like they were suffocating, though they didn’t dare pull away. “Am I not good enough for you? Is that why you want to leave?”

“Y-you are good enough! I was only gonna be gone for an hour or two…”

Caretaker didn’t care. “Put the bag down,” they murmured, scratching the back of Whumpee’s head. “I can’t have you leaving this house, my dear. Someone might hurt you, and I can’t have that happening. How ‘bout we go watch a movie instead?”

Whumpee swallowed. They really wanted to see their friend. It had been over a year since Caretaker had let them have any sort of freedom.

However, after a moment, they slowly dropped their bag onto the wooden floor and sniffled, trembling hands reaching into their back pocket for their phone.

“I’ll tell my friend I won’t be coming…”

“Good.” As Caretaker pulled away, they snatched Whumpee’s outdated phone from them and slipped it into their own pocket. “I’ll be deleting every conversation and contact that isn’t to me. You can have it back when I’m done.”

Whumpee simply nodded, too embarrassed and upset to argue.

Ollie (Roleplay OC)

This is Ollie! (he/it)

Ollie is a feisty little thing. He will not hesitate to bite if someone he doesn’t know gets to close to it, and rarely shows any remorse after doing so. If you tell it to do something, you can almost guarantee he will fight it until he has no other choice but to do as he’s told.

Truthfully, he is about 4'10 in height, though I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you something different if you asked.

He may find some questions you might ask uncomfortable, though under the right circumstances, whether that be through force or lots of kindness , you’ll eventually get the answers you want.

With that being said, if you feel patient enough to approach this little brat, whether it be with a knife and some rope or a soft blanket and cookies, I highly encourage you to do so.

With enough love and care, he may even choose to open up to you.

Though, how you choose to treat it is entirely up to you.

“What’s this?”

Whumpee could feel the heat rising to their cheeks as they held out their childhood stuffed animal towards Caretaker. Their shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug and they instinctively glanced down, not wanting to make any eye contact.

“Uhm… well, you told me you were having trouble sleeping, so I thought you might like to have her to cuddle with at night. She always makes me feel better, and I want you to feel better, too.” Their voice barely reached above a whisper, and it trembled with anxiety, yet it started to ease as soon as they noticed the giddy smile now on Caretaker’s face.

“You’re so cute,” they hummed, and as they gently took Whumpee’s favourite stuffed animal, they brought it into a hug to emphasise how grateful they were. “Thank you, my dear. Truly.”

Whumpee simply grinned right back at them, the blush on their cheeks never fading.

Warning: Wounds.

“Look at you,” Whumper mocked. As they knelt down beside Whumpee’s beaten body, they tilted their chin up with their index finger, smirking. “You were so determined not to break, too. I was almost rooting for you.”

Warning: Captivity.

Whumpee sniffled, pressing their face into Caretaker’s shoulder as Whumper’s footsteps started to get louder. “They’re not gonna keep their promise,” they whispered shakily, squeezing their eyes shut with a muffled whimper. “We’re not getting out of here, are we?”

The lump in Caretaker’s throat thickened. “I- I don’t know,” they admitted, their voice cracking as they held Whumpee tighter with a tender kiss to their forehead. “I don’t know.”

Warning: Whips.

Musician whumpees being made to play/sing something for Whumper and their friends, but every time they make a mistake, it equals one whip. Whumpee then has to tally up how many whips that is afterwards.

Sheltered whumpees who’ve never experienced anything outside of captivity, getting to do all sorts of new things with their caretaker.

Warning: Hospital settings.

“Please don’t,” Whumpee whimpered, clinging to Caretaker even tighter when they tried to let go. “Please don’t leave me. I- I don’t- please.”

Caretaker gently trailed their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, planting a soft kiss to their forehead. “I’m not leaving you, Whumpee. I just need to step out of the way so the nurses can help yo-”

“No!”

Warning: Non-consensual (non-sexual) touching.

“Get the fuck off me!”

Caretaker’s arms tightened around Whumpee’s waist and chest, preventing them from going anywhere as they kicked and sobbed. “I’m not letting go of you until you calm down.”

“Do- do you still love me? Please… I’m trying to be good…”

The Caretaker-turned-Whumper smiled, using their foot to push Whumpee back into their tiny box. “Oh, honey… absolutely not.”

Warning: Muzzled, conditioning.

“Whumpee, please,” Caretaker begged, watching as Whumpee pushed themselves further back into their little cage, muzzle tight over their mouth. “It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to take your muzzle off.”

Whumpee whimpered, their entire body trembling as they shied away from Caretaker’s gentle touch. “I need it. ’m dangerous.”

This was not their Whumpee speaking. This was years of Whumper’s conditioning, and it shattered Caretaker that they truly believed they were dangerous.

Concept: Whumper gifts a tiny Whumpee to their main whumpee as some sort of pet to look after.

• Tiny Whumpee hiding inside Whumpee’s clothes when Whumper’s around.
• Whumpee giving the best bits of every meal to Tiny Whumpee, and stealing snacks from the pantry to give to them whenever they can.
• Whumpee doing whatever they can to give Tiny Whumpee comfort, even if it means sacrificing their own.
• Whumpee hiding Tiny Whumpee somewhere safe until they return from their time with Whumper.
• When Tiny Whumpee gets cold, Whumpee will wrap them up in whatever they can find, or cup them inside their hands.
• Tiny Whumpee hugging Whumpee’s finger when either of them are scared.
• Whenever Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper punishes them by hurting Tiny Whumpee instead.
• Whumpee sitting Tiny Whumpee on their shoulder or inside a pocket as they cook breakfast/lunch/dinner for Whumper.
• When they’re apart, Tiny Whumpee will sit and cry at the door until Whumpee returns.
• Whumpee letting Tiny Whumpee sleep inside their hand at night.

Coco (Roleplay OC)

Here’s Coco! (It/It’s)

Unlike Ollie, Coco dedicates It’s entire life to pleasing It’s owner. It will do whatever it can to make sure you’re happy with it, and lovesto be praised for It’s efforts.

In terms of It’s size, it can be anywhere from the size of your hand to around 5'0, though it much prefers to be small. Make sure to check your pockets; sometimes you might find the little thing hiding inside your clothing just to be close to you.

It comes with a tiny metal cage and some chains that tighten as it shrinks, preventing it from releasing itself while you’re gone. You might also find It’s favourite blanket and stuffed bear around, should you look hard enough. They’re the only things it dares to keep from you, afraid that you might never give them back.

Coco hopes that you will be nice to it, though Coco loves you no matter what.

Warning: [Mentioned] emeto, wounds, bound whumpee.

“You can’t leave me here like this!”

Alex grinned, leaning lazily against the wall as they admired their artwork. Despite much protesting and fighting, they’d finally managed to tie little Ollie to the ceiling fan in their living room, arms and wrists tight against the blades while the it worked at a slow speed. Each time it wriggled in an attempt to free itself, the blades pressed further into It’s soft flesh, wounding it further.

“Don’t worry, little thing!” she smiled, reaching across to turn the dial that controlled the fan. Ollie let out a tiny noise, almost resembling a squeal as it felt the speed pick up. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. If you puke on my nice carpet, you’ll be receiving another punishment.”

“Get me down from here!” it cried. “Make it stop! I’ll- I’ll be good!”

Again, she turned the speed up just a little. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re a little brat, and this is what brats are for. Master’s entertainment.”

“Ihateyou!”

“This is for your own good, my dear. Now, be quiet and stay there until I get back.”

Alex thought she heard Ollie growl, though it sounded more like a sob than anything else.

With a wicked smile still on her face, she slowly backed out of the living room and shut the door behind her, ignoring Ollie’s desperate pleas as she got ready to go out.

Warning: Self harm.

“Whumpee, please stop hurting yourself.”

Whumpee whimpered, trembling fingers yanking at their own hair as they rocked back and forth in their cell. In the small cell next to them, Caretaker sat leaning against the bars, reaching in as far as they could to comfort them with their touch.

“C-can’t… stop… ’m so scared.”

This or That - Whump Edition

ropes or chains | deprivation or overstimulation | Mental torture or physical torture | Beatings or whippings | whumpee turned caretaker or caretaker turned whumpee | hurt or comfort | Dehydration or starvation | defiant whumpee or obedient whumpee | muzzled or gagged | branding or collared | successful rescue or failed escape | vampire whump or fairy whump | hidden injury or known whumpee | blood or tears | non-con or torture | multiple whumpees or multiple whumpers | servant or pet | fangs or wings | tiny whump or giant whump | hypothermia or hyperthermia | sick or injured

Tagging:

“Do It.”

Tw: Peer Pressure, Threatened, Manipulation, Sedation/Drugging, Anxiety.

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When Whumper arrived again, Whumpee was laying on the floor, drugged and severely beaten, with Caretaker reluctantly following behind Whumper, a look of fear seeded deeply in their eyes.

The room was carouseling for Whumpee, their thoughts sporadically spinning.

The only thing that was crystal clear to them in that moment was that caretaker was holding a gun in their sweaty, trembling hands.

Caretaker doesn’t want to shoot Whumpee.

Although with a weapon also at the ready pointed at the back of Caretakers head, they are forcefully pressured.

“Do it.”

In a dry yet sinister voice, Whumper whispers, urging a hesitant Caretaker to pull the trigger on the helpless Whumpee.

{End}

“Lay With Me”  

Tw: Forced Cuddling (Non-Sexual), Alcohol Mention, Forced Gaze, Minor Threats, Height Difference (Whumper 5'9/Whumpee 5'2), Anxiety.

A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.

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Whumper lightly stumbled in through the front door of their home while flicking on the front entrance lights.

They squinted faintly while rubbing their eyes between their fingers, softly letting out a sigh.

‘Jesus, when did these lights get so damn bright?' 

They had been out celebrating a close friend’s party and, once again, may have been coaxed to have a few too many Rum & Cokes throughout the evening.

And perhaps a couple straight shots of some Apple Pie Whiskey.

Whumper slid their shoes off carefully while leaning their shoulder on the wall for better support.

They stayed still for a moment, feeling a wave of dizziness impact their senses, causing them to shift so their back was flat on the more pleasantly cooler wall.  

“M'definitely not in my college years anymore, that’s apparent…”

Scowling slowly to themselves, they waited for several moments before feeling more steady, at least enough to move themselves from the wall towards the hallway.  

While stumbling slightly on the way and having to stop once or twice to regain their balance from being hit by a sudden dizzying state, Whumper reached their room almost immediately, collapsing in their bed, letting out a long drawn out sigh.

'Never again.. I gotta’ stop letting those idiots convince me to stoop to their level whenever I go to one of their parties..’

The room around them spun slowly, as if they were riding on a child’s carousel at the fair.

It wasn’t unbearable, though it was distracting as Whumper tried to relax themselves.

Some hours had passed now, and Whumper had somehow managed to ease themselves enough in their inebriated state to doze off during this period until they abruptly awoke, sitting up a little too fast, causing a sudden lightheaded feeling to overtake them.

Whumper grunted softly while running their hand through their faintly damp hair from the light sweat that coated their brow.

They got up after a couple minutes and the feeling of faint nausea subsided, eventually walking towards their walk-in closet, slowly and carefully stripping out of their lightly damp clothing before changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a black tank top.

A still silence took over the room, as Whumper could still feel the effects of their earlier alcohol consumption.

They couldn’t help but also feel a bit lonely

Whumper sighed softly while shaking their head a bit, trying to ignore the feeling while heading back to bed.  

All they could do was restlessly stare into the dark towards the ceiling, listening to the silence around them.

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Whumpee was quietly asleep in the next room over, though they hadn’t intentionally meant to fall asleep so carelessly.

After hours of nervously waiting for Whumper to return, the exhaustion had finally overcome Whumpee, causing them to get too comfortable and close their eyes for a little too long, causing them to fall asleep only moments after shutting their heavy eyes.

A sudden, sharp whistle suddenly cut through the silent room, abruptly awakening Whumpee in a panic as their eyes shot open wide and instantly locked on Whumper while they stood up quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you Whumpee? Were you enjoying your little nap, hm?” Whumper asked in a faint dry tone, but their words were softly slurred under their breath.  

“You didn’t, Master; I was just—”

“Shut up. I don’t have the patience to deal with your blabbering. I want you to come with me."  

"I.. I would rather not.” Whumpee cautiously spoke as they looked off to the side in a more annoyed way while crossing their arms tightly in front of their chest.

“I beg your pardon?"  

"I don’t want to go with you.. I didn’t do anything! Why am I being punished?"  

Whumper narrowed their eyes at Whumpee while stepping forward, watching the regret fill Whumpee’s eyes as they uncrossed their arms quickly while stepping back.

"What have I told you about questioning me and my authority?”

Whumper grew closer as they quickly reached out, grabbing Whumpee by their frail neck and pulling them closer towards themselves.

“Well? Speak since you have so much to say."  

Whumpee barely had the time to catch a proper breath before stumbling forward, now more prominently smelling the alcohol on Whumper’s breath.  

"To n-not..” They struggled to speak clearly as Whumper squeezed their hands faintly tighter, causing Whumpee to faintly gasp.

Whumper rolled their eyes before letting go of their neck but quickly catching their jaw in their grip, forcing Whumpee to look up at Whumper.

They stared down at Whumpee before slightly letting their jaw go, only to swiftly slap them across the cheek with the back of their free hand, causing Whumpee to let out a pained yelp.

But Whumper quickly re-caught them while more harshly turning their head as Whumpee whimpered softly in their grip.

“Exactly, to not.” They gazed down mockingly at Whumpee while smirking.

“Now, if you’re done showing off what little attitude you have left.. I highly suggest you come with me without protesting."  

Whumpee stared up at them unwillingly as they stayed quiet for a moment before feeling Whumper’s grip on their jaw suddenly tighten, causing Whumpee to grunt softly before nodding.

"I understand, Master.."  

"Good.” Whumper said, letting go of Whumpee after a moment, moving to the side, lightly nodding towards the open door.  

Whumpee stared into the darkness of the hallway as they slowly stepped forward towards the door, exiting the room with Whumper while hearing the click of the door closing behind Whumper.

“Too my room."  

The words caused Whumpee’s heart and soul to instantly sink as a cold sweat broke out across their brow while stiffly nodding, having to force themselves to continue forward in the direction of Whumpers’ room.

'What do they want.. no.. I-it’s obvious wh-what they want.. oh god.. N-no, not th-this.. n-not again..'  

Whumpee’s thoughts frantically raced as a deeper fear and worry started forming a tight knot deep in their stomach, which only grew the closer they got to Whumper’s room.

There was a tension in the air that followed both Whumper and Whumpee as they entered the room.

It was dimly lit but only due to the slightly open curtain letting the moon’s luminous rays peek through. 

"Get in the bed.” Whumper spoke bluntly as they closed the door while locking it behind them. 

Whumpee froze as their eyes locked on the silhouette of the bed, only a few feet away.

In front of them, their feet were firmly frozen to the floor as their heart started to race in their chest as the thoughts started flooding in.

“Excuse me. I said, get in the bed.”

Whumper’s words were more stern with a lower underlying threatening tone to compliment it.

They glared towards Whumpee’s silhouette while stepping a bit closer behind them.

“Now." 

Whumpee jumped slightly, quickly stepping forward a few feet while feeling the soft comforter hit their legs as they instinctively raised their knee, crawling into the bed, laying on their back stiffly, while a more nauseous feeling took over them.

Whumper too slid into bed after a moment while turning on their side facing Whumpee, putting their arm over Whumpee’s stomach, feeling them tense and hearing them whimper softly. 

"Such an overthinker..” Whumper mocked them quietly. “How adorable.”

They shook their head faintly at Whumpee while shifting a bit.

“Face yourself towards me." 

Whumpee stayed still before slowly turning towards Whumper, feeling their arm slide under their head while their other arm snaked firmly around their waist, pulling them closer while resting their chin on Whumpee’s head, feeling their hand softly caress their back.

It caused a deep chill to run up Whumpee’s spine, feeling so close to Whumper in such a wholesome way, it was unnatural and it made the hair on the back of their neck stand on end. 

Though Whumpee stayed still, keeping their hands firmly against Whumper’s chest, trying to keep some type of barrier between them. 

"If I find you’re missing in the morning, Whumpee.. I promise you that you will regret ever even thinking of leaving me." 

Whumpee froze as Whumper’s words suddenly broke the silence of the room.

Hearing the seriousness in their tone, all Whumpee could do was stiffly nod, wide-eyed in a light fear.

It didn’t take long for Whumper to fall back to sleep peacefully, holding Whumpee close to themselves.

Whumpee, on the other hand, had overcome any tiredness or feelings of exhaustion that had previously plagued them.

'Don’t move.. don’t move.. not worth it.. just.. just stay awake..’

Their eyes stayed wide open and alert, making sure to keep all their senses aware of where Whumper’s hands were and any shift in movement that Whumper made, though they dared not move more than needed through the night.

They feared what the consequences would be if they were to wake Whumper too early or tempt their luck with what fate would fall on them if they tried to leave the room. 

Whumpee’s mind raced all through the night, and they could swear that was the longest night they had ever endured.

{End}

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“Don’t Forget Me”

Tw: Death of a character, Blood, Stabbing, Explicit Language, Abandonment, Anxiety, Manipulation, Captivity.

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Whumpee sat with their back to the cold brick wall behind them.

They couldn’t remember the time of day it would be right now, or even what time it was by the hour anymore.

The dreary, musty basement only ever saw the light of two dimly lit oil lamps that sat in the corners of the room opposite of each other, as the room was remodelled to have the windows bricked over, sealing Whumpee in there with little to no means of escaping their new forever home.

The flames steadily sat atop the cloth wick, Whumpee’s trembling breaths were the only thing to disturb the steady flame, occasionally causing it to flicker in the soft breeze.

There were no windows, only a single metal framed bed that a thin, worn-down mattress rested upon.

Whumpee let out a sigh while a softer feeling of abandonment crept into their heart, causing their expression to fall weary as their minds started to wander.

Why hadn’t Whumper returned to them yet? Had they done something wrong to displease Whumper? Has Whumper found themselves a new companion to keep them company?

These thoughts plagued Whumpee’s thoughts, unconsciously causing a few small tears to bead in the corner of their eyes as they sniffled softly.

“W-Whumper..” Whumpee whispered to themselves softly, pitifully craning their neck towards the door.

“Wh-whumper.. a-are you.. there?" 

 There was still silence in the room as Whumpee turned their body around so they were on their hands and knees, slowly pulling themselves towards the door.

a soft rattle of the chain that was wrapped around their ankle and anchored to the wall just by the bed echoed quietly in the room as Whumpee felt their body suddenly come to halt, only feet from the door.

"Whumper.. I-im still here.. did you forget about me..?” Whumpee’s voice was dry, their big water eyes gazed at the door, their arms reached out towards it, but they could only just faintly scratch the wooden door with their nails, just out of their reach.

“W-Whumper!?" 

Whumpee’s voice grew a bit louder as it echoed against the walls, hearing the desperate tone in their own voice.

"Whumper!!" 

"Whumper, I’m here! I’m still here!!" 

"WHUMPER!!!”

Their screams rang hallow throughout the room and halls now.

Whumpee’s voice cracked as they let out a incoherent wail, their eyes now flooded with hot tears, burning their now puffy reddened eyes. 

They hunched forward, wrapping their arms tightly around themselves, trying to give themselves any feelings of comfort and affection they could to calm themselves as their panic and feelings of loneliness grew deeper.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here..” Whumpee repeatedly whispered to themselves, their lips trembling as their teeth chattered from their anxious state.

But they soon found themselves laying on their side, knees tightly pulled to their chest as the only sounds that escaped were those of muffled sobbing and the occasional choked wail in hopes that Whumper would hear them.

Whumpee bit the inside of their lip hard. 

After a few moments, they could taste a soft metallic blood on their tongue, though they couldn’t tell because their senses had become numb to anything but the craved need for Whumper.

It’s all Whumpee wanted, was Whumper to hold them, praise them, and caress their hair softly while whispering in reassurance that everything would be okay.

They understood that Whumper’s punishments weren’t meant to hurt them, but only to teach them to be better.

But somehow, Whumpee had somehow ruined it. They didn’t understand how or why, but they had upset Whumper so greatly now that they had abandoned them.

Whumpee opened their eyes while sniffling. Though they didn’t move from the floor, they simply laid there, motionless, and broken. 

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Upstairs Whumper sat at their desk, idly smirking while watching Whumpee desperately plead for them. 

In a way, Whumper thought it was pathetic how needy they were despite their ‘tough’ demeanor.

'I suppose I should go comfort the little thing before it completely snaps.. We truly would not want that again.' 

Whumper lightly tapped the × at the top right of the screen while turning their monitor off, steadily arising from their seat as they walked calmly towards the hallway.

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After a few minutes, Whumpee heard a soft click come from the door, as if on cue, causing their body to suddenly jerk up, so they were sitting upright on their knees, wide-eyed, staring in an almost dog-like manner towards the entrance, impatiently waiting.

Whumper slowly pushed the door open while sliding the keys back into his pocket, looking down towards Whumpee with a more solemn expression, though it was not genuine.

“Whumpee..” They spoke softly while kneeling down, keeping their hand up to signal Whumpee to stay put, though their excitement almost made it nearly impossible. They did not want to do anything that could cause Whumper to leave them again.

“I apologise for being away longer than expected.. I truly am sorry.” They lowered their hands while extending their arms towards Whumpee.

Without hesitating, Whumpee sprung into Whumper’s arms, nuzzling their body as closely as they could against Whumper’s, resting their head under their chin while smiling ear to ear.

“I-i though you left me, forgot about me.. I did something bad.. I’m sorry, so sorry..” Whumpee spoke quickly, with faint hints of happiness, fear, and anxiety coating their words as they could barely form a coherent sentence.

“Shh, sh” Whumper hushed them softly while wrapping their arms securely around the smaller framed Whumpee while cuddling them closely, lightly resting their lips against the top of their head.

“I could never forget about you, Whumpee.. How foolish of you to think." 

"M'sorry..”

“Tch, I suppose I can understand why someone so naive could think that. But that’s why you have me to take care of you, and teach you how to be good." 

"Mhm~” Whumpee hummed softly in agreement, while wrapping their arms around Whumper’s neck. “M'thankful for Whumper.." 

Whumper smirked to themselves while lowering their arm around Whumpee’s waist, pulling them closer.

"Of course you are.." 

Whumpee let out a softer breath while opening their eyes, feeling a faint wave of relief.

"Whumper.." 

"Yes, Whumpee..?" 

Whumper shifted lightly, but stopped as they let out a short gasp, feeling a sudden sharp, pain in the back of their neck.

A warm liquid slowly trickled down their back as Whumpee pushed a rod they had broken off the bed frame and sharpened deeper into Whumper’s neck, twisting it lightly before pulling it out, hearing Whumper let out a pained scream before their grip loosened enough on Whumpee that they could push themselves free of their grip.

But they didn’t run, oh no.

Whumpee quickly knocked Whumper to the floor while climbing onto their lap, raising their hand to weild the rod high in the air before plunging it deep into Whumper’s chest, over and over, and over.

Whumper let out a blood curdling scream as they didn’t even have a chance to try and fight back to protect themselves as Whumpee continued to stab them relentlessly without hesitation.

Their blood splattered over the walls and pooled around Whumpers trembling, bloodied body as Whumpee panted heavily, now also coated in splatters of blood and small bits of flesh.

 They took a moment to stare at the bloodied mess in front of them before a sudden wave of nausea hit them. 

 Whumpee quickly got up from the body only to collapse on their knees, hunching over while emptying the little contents of their stomach that were there, heaving heavily while trembling. 

 It wasn’t that Whumpee was having regrets, no.

 Whumper deserved nothing more than a painfully slow death, and that’s exactly what they were getting.

 Whumpee could still hear the shallow, gurgled breaths of Whumper as they desperately tried to cling onto what little time they had left while Whumpee slowly moved back over, bit only to quickly retrieve the keys from his pocket, and for a bonus, their wallet.

 "Whumper..” Whumpee looked down at them in the same condescending way that Whumper would.

“Burn in hell.. I’ll see you again when I get there too, I promise." 

There was a coldness to Whumpee’s voice as they leaned down, unlocking the chain from their ankle, and the collar from their neck, dropping it to the ground while feeling a faint chill from their skin being so exposed.

Whumpee turned as they walked slowly towards the door, opening it while looking back at Whumper’s motionless body.

 'Rot here, piece of shit..' 

Whumpee angrily slammed the door closed while locking it, breaking the key off as they turned it, making sure that there was no way Whumper could escape this long needed fate.

As they made their way up the basement stairs to the main floor, Whumpee felt a mix of emotions, though the only one they wanted to focus on, was the feeling of freedom.

 {End}