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Whumptober Day 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls
Whumper interrogating whumpee is fed up with whumpee's refusal to confess. Cue whipping, then throwing whumpee into a salt bath and waterboarding them, then tasing them. Salt gets into the wounds and acts as a conductor for the electricity. All highly effective and rarely lethal if done correctly.
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Rb with why you prefer the one you chose! I’m curious
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The first lash shocked her. Whumpee 's body leaned forward from the blow and she gritted her teeth preparing herself for the next hit.
Two. Three.
By the fourth lash, she gasped. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until this point.
"A quiet one, huh?" Whumper No.2 commented and Whumper No.1 whipped her again. Five. "This is going to be fun. Hey, Whumper No.1, let's see If you can break her."
Six. She suffered quietly, no matter how much she wanted to scream. She didn't want to give them the pleasure.
The seventh lash crossed a previous one at her upper back. Her head jerked and she grabbed the chains that were locking her in a T position.
Eight. She could feel the hot blood running from her bare back.
Nine. Ten. She had to fight the tears watering the sides of her eyes and keep counting to manage her strength until the end. However, these simple tasks were becoming harder with every lash.
She lost track around 15. But remained silent.
"Do you even feel anything?" Whumper No.1 said and gave her another two lashes.
That was too much for Whumpee. She didn't have enough time to brace herself for the second hit.
"Gah!" she let out a small cry, instantly regretting it.
"Oh how I love this sound!" Whumper No.1 chuckled and whipped her again.
She was barely standing by now.
Whumper No.1 didn't give her a break. He gave her another two lashes, leaving her body jerking violently.
And then, it stopped. Whumpee's knees failed to support her weight. She managed to take a few seconds of rest against her chains, before Whumpee No.2 pressed something against her bloody back. This time, Whumpee screamed.
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Febuwhump day 14: Captivity
“Please–! Stop it, tell them–I don’t–!”
The whip cracked against Whumpee’s back, drawing another bloody lash on their back. They pulled against their restraints and screamed.
“You could stop this, you know. Just tell me what I need to know, and they go free.”
“Please just—please! Just tell them, I can’t, I can’t–”
The whip came down again. Whumpee gasped, choking on their sobs.
“What could be—hhg—what could be so important?! Just tell them, j—”
“How many more lashes, Leader? How much of Whumpee’s blood will those coordinates cost?”
“Please, I can’t do this anymore…”
Leader watched, body coiled, face pinched as they stood chained to the wall. They did not speak.
The whip cracked again.
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Whump prompt #66
Whumpee stumbled back, stuttering out the words. They'd been behaving lately, all to avoid this. "I... I thought the whip wasn't necessary anymore?"
"So did I, baby. So did I."
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Whumpee spat blood at whumper's feet. Their wrists were chained over their head as blood ran down their back.
"I won't t-tell you a-anything, I d-don't care if you kill me..." Whumpee exhaled.
"Oh, but sweetheart..." Whumper hummed as they wrung blood out from the whip. They wrenched whumpee's face up by their chin, tracing their jawline with the whip's handle.
"Who said I had any intentions of killing you?"
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"Yes." | “Kneel.” | Best of Three | Correspondence | Appraisal | Collapse
Six guys in a row, on their knees, blindfolded and gagged. Major seethes, shifting his weight on throbbing knees. How much goddamn longer does he have to wait for something to happen? He caught a glimpse of the other sorry fucks kneeling beside him, as he was forced down to sit on his heels. He tried to buck up, and only got pistol whipped for it, so. He’ll just fucking wait.
“Are you going to behave?” Says someone vaguely in front of him, off to the left. Talking down at one of the kneeling guys. Major cocks his head to listen as a gag is pulled out of someone’s mouth.
“Fuck you.”
A small, mechanical click. Then something like thunder cracks. Major jerks, trying to throw himself to the floor, heart lodged in his throat. There was a flash of light, he thinks, as a fist cinches in his hair and forces him back upright. A gunshot. It was a gunshot. He doesn’t hear any groaning or screaming, just… that’s a body slumping to the ground. Heavy, dull, lifeless.
A shoe scuffing on the floor, and that voice again. “Are you going to behave?”
A gag is pulled free, and a breathless, nervous voice answers. “Uh - yeah. Yeah, sure.” It’s right beside Major, this voice. He can all but feel the guy shivering beside him, inches away. He smells like sweat and stale clothes. Major chews on the cloth in his mouth, listening hard. A click, metal on metal.
Another deafening crack, and the flash of light is brighter this time. Major’s whole body tries to flee from the noise against his will. It’s only when he’s yanked back again, his scalp burning, that he registers the hot, sticky spray that hit his face a second ago. He doesn’t have to hear the body falling to know that there is now a dead body crumpled beside him.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Someone is pulling the gag out of his mouth. Normally he would be cursing up a storm, demanding answers, calling these creeps every twisted insult he could string together. But for once, Major holds still, and holds his tongue. Hot metal presses to his forehead, the point of pressure small and haunting.
“Are you going to behave?”
All thoughts leave his head. There is no decision to submit. He cannot see, isn’t allowed to move, and the gun to his head makes his response come out as instinctively as a breath. “Yes,” He answers, firm in the knowledge that it is the right answer, and hushed in mortal terror. He’ll behave, whatever that means. There’s no other choice.
The cooling metal disappears. Another footstep, off to his right now. The kneeling guy on that side is barely breathing, taking in tiny gasps that probably starve him of oxygen.
Major feels dizzy himself. He wasn’t planning on caving this fucking early. Planned to be a stubborn asshole, maybe get tortured for a few weeks, or make some daring escape and kill a few fuckers on his way out. But he can tell already, from the tension in the air. From how fast those guys’ mistakes got them wiped out. He’s gotta learn fast, here, or his last thought will be that he should’ve behaved better.
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Vignette #8
Contents: anxiety/panic attack, crying, traumatic memories, mentions of past torture (whipping, cutting, beating), startle response, multiple caretakers, angry caretaker (angry at whumper not whumpee)
Whumpee felt their chest begin to tighten, breathing becoming shallow and erratic. Tears began to form in the corners of their eyes as Whumpee attempted to quell the panic that tried to crawl its way out of their chest…
They curled up in a ball on the back seat of the car with their hands pressed firmly over their ears. Tears flowed freely down their face, dropping to stain the seat below. Sobs wrenched their way from Whumpee’s chest and the pressure in their head made them moan in pain…
Whumpee couldn't focus on anything other than the rapid pounding of their heart in their chest. Their mind flashed with images in rapid-fire succession of Whumper looming over them, hand around their neck, knife carving skillfully into the tender skin of their chest. A whip cracking down across their back. Endless blows raining down from above. All manner of horrors cycled through Whumpee’s head like a broken record, a form of torture all in its own…
As Caretaker A and Caretaker B approached the car they could tell immediately that something was wrong. Whumpee was not sitting in the back seat as they had left them. At first A worried that Whumpee had run off, but as they got closer they saw them lying on the back seat, knees tucked to their chest and arms wrapped around their head protectively.
"Jesus..." A muttered, but didn't bother to finish their sentence. They jogged the last few steps to the car and yanked the door open.
Whumpee's chest heaved with laboured breaths, each one punctuated by a slight wheeze. Their muscles were rigid and their hands gripped their hair painfully tight.
"Whumpee?" A called out to no response. Reaching into the back seat, A placed a gentle hand on Whumpee’s shoulder.
Whumpee gasped and scrambled away faster than A would have thought possible, slamming into the other door in their attempt to escape. They huddled there, pressing themself into the corner, eyes darting around wildly without focusing on anything.
"Woah, Whumpee, it's alright," B said from over A's shoulder.
Whumpee shook their head and closed their eyes tight. Much to A’s horror, Whumpee began muttering under their breath. A leaned in closer to hear and very quickly wished they hadn't. What they heard were soft pleas of "please, don't hurt me. I don't know what I did but I won't do it again, I promise. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't. Please, I-"
A stepped back out of the car, rubbing a hand across their forehead. Their chest burned with anger, and in a fit of rage they spun around and punched the side of the car with a yell. They immediately regretted the action as pain shot through their fist and up their arm, making them groan through gritted teeth.
B put their hands on A's shoulders and pulled them away from the car, having seen how Whumpee flinched and cowered even more at the noise.
"A," B said seriously, spinning them around to face them. A met B’s eyes, lips a thin line. "You're not helping. You need to calm down."
A's face softened and they nodded. "I know, I know. I'm sorry."
B nodded sympathetically. They understood all too well why A was so angry. What had happened to Whumpee was nothing short of horrific. B was equally mortified, but it was too late to change what had happened. What was important now was to stay calm and help Whumpee through whatever was going on inside their head.
A took several deep breaths to calm themself before returning to the car. They lowered themself gently to the seat and faced Whumpee, keeping their distance so as not to crowd the other person.
"Whumpee," they said softly. "It's A. B is here too. You're safe here with us, Whumpee."
The muttering died down, and A smiled a little. "Yeah, that's it. No one's going to hurt you here. Do you think you can open your eyes for me?"
Slowly, cautiously, Whumpee did as they were asked. They were met with A's worried eyes and gentle smile. As they glanced out the door they found B’s face wore much the same expression. Finally able to focus on something other than the memories, Whumpee felt the anxiety in their chest ease little by little. Their breathing calmed and they became aware of the pounding headache they always got after crying.
On impulse, Whumpee essentially dove across the seat into A. A huffed out a surprised laugh and wrapped their arms around Whumpee, rubbing their back soothingly. Whumpee melted into the embrace, timing their breaths to match the rise and fall of A's chest against their cheek.
They stayed like that for a few minutes as Whumpee calmed down. Eventually, they pulled back.
A smiled at them. "Better?"
Whumpee nodded, cheeks flushing as embarrassment set in.
"Hey," A said, noticing the change in demeanour. "It's alright, yeah?"
Whumpee nodded again, relaxing a little in relief. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I just, uh... sorta freaked out."
A smiled warmly, ruffling Whumpee’s hair. “No apologies necessary. I’m just glad you’re okay. B, let’s get them back home, eh?”
B nodded and climbed into the drivers seat, kicking the car into gear. Somewhere along the way home, Whumpee fell asleep against A’s shoulder.
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Fin
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OLIVIA'S INTERROGATION
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CHAPTER ONE
The first thing Olivia saw when she woke up was the unfamiliar stone floor under her bruised knees. Her eyes flickered and she realised the stains on it wasn't dirt, but blood. She was locked inside a dark shell with her hands chained on a metallic bar above her head.
"Ah , seems like you're finally awake." she heard a voice from behind that made her blood run cold. She thought she was alone until this point.
The man made a full circle around her, like a vulture on his prey, and then stopped in front of her. His hand reached for her chin and he forced Olivia to look him in the eyes.
"Do you remember me?" the man spoke again. His voice was soft, but not in a soothing way.
"Hmph!" Olivia said, fighting to get away from him. She knew very well what the man wanted from her as well as what methods he would use to fulfill his goals.
The man let go of her chin and grabbed her hair. Olivia felt the corner of her eyes watered, but didn't complain. She steeled herself not to break the eye contact with him.
"I believe there's no need for further introduction." the man said, not letting go of her hair. "I need some information regarding your friends. Now, don't make your position worse. I suggest you provide me with everything I need. After all, I am a man of my word and I promise that if you help me, I'll let you out of this building alive."
Olivia clenched her jaw. "You can go to hell."
The creepy man let go of her hair and put his hand on his chest at the level of his heart. "You're hurting my feelings, little girl. Anyway, I've been watching you while you were unconscious. It would be a shame if this beautiful back of yours stayed untouched."
"Then do your worst."
His lips formed a smile with Olivia's answer. "I love it when they are defiant."
Olivia watched him circling her again. This time, he stopped behind her. There was a console not too far away. The man pressed a button that raised the bar from where Olivia was hanging, forcing her to stand at her own feet. For a moment there, Olivia feared she would have to bear the torture suspended and was relieved that wasn't the case.
After a few seconds, she felt two hands tying her hair into a messy ponytail, leaving her back completely exposed. That was the moment she fully realised the severity of the situation she got herself into, but she wouldn't back down now. She knew very well that even if she gave away everything she knew, that man would still hurt her.
"You really give me no other option than to whip you. If you are feeling chattier later, don't hesitate to bother me."
Olivia's eyebrows furrowed with determination. "I would never betray them."
"As you please."
Even if she wasn't looking directly at him, Olivia knew the man was smiling.
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Whumpee shaking in their chains, bracing themself as well as they could muster as the whip fell again and again. Their back was in shreds, engulfed in pain that only seemed to grow and grow.
When whumper came to release their chains whumpee sobbed. Finally, finally, it was over.
But it wasn’t.
Whumper wasn’t taking them down, oh no, they hadn’t earned that yet.
No, whumper was simply adjusting them. Turning them. Preparing the skin on their chest and stomach for the last.
And somehow, that made the next strike even worse.
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