“n-no please- anything b-but that-“ whumpee cries, pressing themself further into the corner of the cell. the chains on their wrists clink as they shuffle, the ones on their ankle keeping them close to the wall. their team sat across from them with wide eyes, faces filled with terror and anger as they watched.
“wait p-please-!” the cries from the others went unnoticed as whumper grabbed whumpee’s ankle and dragged them closer. whumpee tried to fight back, to kick the tool out of their hand, but there was a reason they were so protected by the rest; they were the youngest after all. “I’ll d-do anything whumper i-i swear…” their voice was small, terrified.
“yeah? then sit still, it’ll hurt less.” and that’s the last thing they hear as they pour the acid onto whumpee’s skin.
their screams are so loud whumper groans at the ring in their ears. and the last thing whumpee hears is the begs of their team, the chains that clink and the sizzle of their skin.