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Asking for Help

Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, flashback, panic attack

They couldn’t breathe. The images of the past had them by the throat, pounding into their mind with a force that left their head spinning and chest aching. It wouldn’t stop, one memory after another, every horrific moment, all of the sounds and the fear and the pain right there as if it was happening all over again.

It took what seemed like ages for the present to come back into focus. Took even longer before Caretaker could coax normal breaths out of them, before the tears stopped pouring unchecked and the shaking in their limbs calmed to small tremors.

Even then, they didn’t speak for several minutes. Caretaker sat patiently with them through the whole thing, touching only when Whumpee was ready, at which point they moved so that Whumpee could lean their head on Caretaker’s shoulder. Together they drew in deep breaths, staring silently off into the distance.

“I think…” Whumpee began at last, their voice weak and exhausted. “I think I need…help.” 

They’d tried for so long to deny it, to be strong and handle everything on their own. But they were tired of fighting. Tired of being alone through all of this. They were just…so, so tired.

Caretaker’s hand found theirs and gave it a tight squeeze. “Okay.” They sounded a bit choked up. “Whatever you need, Whumpee, I’ll make sure it happens. I am right here for you. Always, okay?”

Whumpee turned their face in to Caretaker’s shoulder. “Okay,” they whispered. Somewhere deep inside them, underneath the layers of fear and fatigue, a little flame of hope flickered to life.

Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears

Contains: generic characters, aftermath of captivity, aftermath of rescue, panic, crying

Whumpee woke with a start and immediately couldn’t breathe. Everything around them was blinding white and unfamiliar, they didn’t know where they were, what was Whumper doing to them now? They struggled to sit up, but they were so weak that their arms just collapsed underneath them.

Then someone was there, looming above them and putting their hands on their shoulders. Through the haze of fear, they were just a silhouette, but it couldn’t be anyone but Whumper. It was always Whumper, always with some new method to hurt them. They stopped trying to move, instead lying there trembling with their eyes shut, waiting for the pain to start.

“Whumpee! Calm down, breathe. You’re safe.”

Fatigue | “Who said you could rest?”

Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, leader whumper, forced labor

Whumpee stumbled, catching themself with their shoulder against the wall, and quickly set down the heavy load in their arms before they ended up dropping it. Exhaustion weighed heavily on their body. Leaning their head against the wall, they shut their eyes, feeling their insides practically tremble.

“Excuse me?” Leader’s voice echoed down the hall, and Whumpee flinched, immediately struggling to straighten. “Who said that you could rest? Do you realize how much work still has to be done?”

How much work you still have to do, is what they meant. Because it was all Whumpee’s job, according to them. And after this job, there’d be another. And another. It was never ending.

“I just needed a second,” they mumbled, knowing already that it would do no good. Bending, they heaved up their load again, nearly falling over but managing to right themself.

“We don’t have a second,” Leader snapped, predictably. “Quit being lazy and speed it up.”

Whumpee didn’t have it in them to respond. All of their focus had to go into putting one foot in front of the other without collapsing.

Denial | CCTV | Exposure | “They caught me red-handed”

Contains: generic characters, abuse by a leader, team whump, corporal punishment, self-deprecating thoughts

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Whumpee insisted. Their calm exterior gave away nothing, or at least so they hoped. Inside, their panic was growing by the second, clawing up their throat and threatening to choke them. 

“Do you hear yourselves? You’re talking about Leader. They…they’re a good person. They wouldn’t hurt anybody.” Not unless they had a really good reason. 

Teammate frowned, crossing their arms. “So you’re saying Leader has never hurt you. Not even a little bit.”

Whumpee sputtered. “Not on purpose!”

A moment passed in which the creases in Teammate’s expression grew even deeper. Finally, they waved a hand at Techie. “Show them.”

Sighing, Techie spun around in their chair and clicked a button on the computer. The screen came to life with a low-resolution, black and white video of a hallway Whumpee recognized. Their heart dropped into their stomach. This couldn’t be what they were afraid it was…right?

Laboratory | Muzzled

Contains: generic whumpee and whumpers, lab whump, restraints, defiant to broken whumpee, dehumanization, captivity

“Get your hands off me!” Whumpee snarled, fighting against the hold on their arms as hard as they could. “I’m not your subject, I’m a person! You can’t do this!”

It took half a dozen scientists, but they managed to drag Whumpee onto the cold metal table, clamping restraints around their ankles and legs despite their furious kicking and eventually shoving their torso down to secure with even more restraints. Their head was held in place by metal across their throat, but that didn’t stop them from continuing to shout and snapping their teeth at the next scientist who brought their fingers too near. 

“We’ve got a biter,” they called over their shoulder, not sounding all that concerned. “Bring the muzzle.”

Nightmares

Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, strangulation, panic, caretaker whump

Whumpee was having a nightmare. Caretaker knew they got them sometimes, but they’d never actually witnessed one before. But tonight the two of them were sharing a room, and Caretaker woke to the sound of whimpering and thrashing.

Concerned, they swung their feet to the floor and leaned forward, eyes squinting to see through the darkness. “Whumpee?” they whispered. “Whumpee, wake up.”

There was no response. Whumpee groaned and tossed their head, and Caretaker’s stomach sank with sympathy. Standing, they crept over to the other bed and reached out, gently touching Whumpee’s arm and shaking it a little.

“Whumpee! It’s okay, just wake up!”

“I never knew daylight could be so violent”

Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, captivity, rescue, blindfold

They’d longed for light, those long days locked in the cell. There were no windows, and the few times the door did open there was only more darkness beyond. Whumpee’s eyes had adjusted to it as best they could - not that there was much to see in the cell, anyway. But they’d dreamed of the sun, of basking in its rays and taking in the beautiful, colorful sights of the world once more.

Rescue came, at last. The cell door opened for the final time, and Whumpee finally got to stumble through it, following the gentle hands that guided them down the dark hallway toward freedom. It was so close. Their battered, weak body moved a little quicker, ready for fresh air and sunlight.

But when the door to freedom was thrown open and the daylight flooded in, Whumpee cried out and threw themself backward, trying to escape it. They closed their eyes, but even through their eyelids it hurt. With their back to the door and their arm slung across their face, they tried to catch their breath, involuntary tears from the sudden strain wetting their eyelashes.

They were finally free, and they couldn’t even enjoy it. Couldn’t even take the last few steps to leave this place behind. They tried again to look, squinting, but everything was blinding white and they couldn’t hold their eyes open against it.

“Here.” Caretaker placed a hand on their shoulder, then something soft touched their face. “Is it okay if I tie this around your eyes? It’ll help until we can get you somewhere that’s not as bright.”

Reluctantly, Whumpee lowered their arm, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and allowed themself to be blindfolded. “It’s just…temporary, right?”

“Of course,” Caretaker reassured them. “We’ve just got to take it slow, alright? We’ll introduce a little bit of light at a time.”

Public Display

Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, whipping, humiliation, mild blood, mild gore, corporal punishment, restraints

“Let all who witness this be warned - thus shall it be done to those who disrespect His Imperial Highness!”

The late autumn air was cold against Whumpee’s bare back, but the hundreds of eyes on them that they could feel without looking had them heated with shame. No one out there cared a thing about them. They didn’t care that the charges were trumped up, didn’t care about the pain that Whumpee was about to experience. They just wanted entertainment, in the form of blood and punishment.

Pressing their forehead into the rough wooden post, Whumpee waited, tense with dread. Any second now, the whip would come down on them. They had no way to anticipate what it would feel like, they’d never been whipped before. 

There was a slight rustle behind them, then a whistling sound, and suddenly a line of fire was painted across their back. Whumpee jerked in their restraints, crying out, and the crowd raised a cheer. 

Whumpee was determined after that not to make any more noise, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction. It didn’t matter, though. Their audience roared out the number of each stroke as it fell, clearly enjoying the spectacle. On lash five, their din rose even higher. It wasn’t until Whumpee felt warm blood trickling down their back that they understood why. 

By the end, Whumpee was practically dangling from their wrists, which had started to bleed, as well. The noise of the crowd faded in and out with their vision. Their entire back felt shredded beyond hope of ever being put together again. 

“The criminal shall remain here throughout the rest of the day, as a reminder to all.”

Bleeding Through Bandages | Reopening Wounds

Contains: generic whumpee, knife wound, mild blood, stitches mention

Whumpee’s side was killing them. All this activity really wasn’t recommended for recovering from a knife wound, but what choice did they have? They were being attacked. Fighting wasn’t optional. And running for their life through the woods wasn’t, either, despite the fact that the pain got worse with each step. 

They hoped, with what thought they had to spare from surviving the present moment, that the stitches they’d put in would be strong enough to hold up. Somehow the amount of pain didn’t give them a lot of confidence, though.

Finally they’d gained enough distance from their enemies that they felt safe collapsing to the leaf-covered ground, at least for a few minutes. For a moment they just lay there on their back, the branches overhead spinning slightly as they panted for breath. Then, with a wince, they propped themself up on their elbows and carefully peeled their shirt back.

What was once a white bandage was now soaked in red. Not just spots, either - clearly they’d busted quite a few stitches at some point. That could explain both the pain and dizziness. 

Groaning, Whumpee fell back into the dirt. Their medical supplies were gone, and the people who wanted them dead were still out there somewhere, searching for them. They couldn’t stop right now even if they did have the means to stitch themself back up. 

There was only one thing they could think of to do. Using their knife, they sliced the sleeve off their shirt and tied it around their middle as tight as they could, biting their lip to keep from crying out as the pressure on the wound increased. 

Then they stumbled to their feet, blinked away the wooziness, and kept going.

Tattoo Gun

Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, nonconsensual body modification, captivity, restraints, possessive whumper

Whumpee shook their leg up and down as best they could while tied to the chair, all their muscles tense. Their breaths were jerky and uneven, hitching in their chest. 

It was ridiculous, they supposed. They’d had so much worse pain than this while in Whumper’s grasp, so they should be able to handle this, right? It was just that the pain kept going, so repetitive and tedious. 

And mostly, it was because they wanted to cry, knowing that what was being done to them was going to haunt them even if they ever did make it out of there. 

After an eternity, the incessant buzzing finally cut off, and Whumper sat up, stretching their back. Whumpee kept their head tilted up to the ceiling. They didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to see the smug grin on Whumper’s face, or their handiwork.

“All done,” Whumper announced. “I have to say, it turned out even better than I’d hoped. Here.” They turned and grabbed a hand mirror, holding it up in front of Whumpee. “See for yourself.”

When Whumpee continued to refuse to look, Whumper sighed, reaching forward to grab them by the hair and force their head down. Their hands gripped the arms of the chair as they finally caught a glimpse of their own reflection.

There, spread across their chest just underneath their collarbone, was Whumper’s signature, permanently inked into their skin.

Whumper’s smile grew wider as they watched Whumpee fight back tears. “Now everyone can see that you belong to me.”

Blood Trail | Abandoned Cabin

Contains: generic whumpee, blood loss, waiting for death, escape attempt, cold and snow, hopelessness

They were leaving a trail. Whumpee spared a thought to acknowledge the fact, but there was nothing they could do about it. They already had their hand pressed to the wound, catching as much blood as they could, but there were still bright red drops falling to the ground, glaring and brilliant against the pure white snow. 

Honestly, they might as well have quit walking right then and there. Curled up under a tree and waited to see whether their hunters would find them before they succumbed to the frigid cold.

But they couldn’t give up, not now. Even if it was hopeless, even if this excruciating hike through the woods was all for nothing, they had to press on. They’d been through too much to just lie down and accept their fate now.

Loss of Identity

Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, royal whumpee, implied torture, referenced slavery, restraints, mild blood, defiant to broken whumpee

Whumper’s eyes were cold as they stared down from the throne. The crown that sat on their head looked just as wrong on them as they did sitting there. 

Usurper. Murderer. That’s all Whumpee would ever see. 

“Still you refuse to bow?” Whumper’s smooth voice questioned, one eyebrow raising.

There were heavy chains around Whumpee’s wrists and ankles, the little clothing they’d been left with was filthy and torn, and dried blood caked their body. Still, they stood tall, lifted their chin, and met Whumper’s gaze straight on.

“I am Whumpee, Sovereign of This Kingdom. I will never bow to you.”

Whumper gave an disinterested hum and a flick of their hand, and the guards descended on Whumpee yet again, gripping their arms with bruising force. As they were dragged mercilessly back toward the doors, Whumper mused, “Never is a very long time, my dear.”

—

The guards shoved Whumpee forward, and they stumbled to the foot of the steps, vacant eyes trained somewhere on the floor in front of them. Seconds passed as they swayed in place. Then slowly, with pain etched into their expression, they lowered themself to their knees, head bowed and shackled hands resting in their lap.

Up on the throne, Whumper’s smile was victorious. “Tell me, slave…who are you?”

The answer was barely audible, Whumpee’s voice hoarse from endless screaming. “I’m…no one. Your Majesty.”

Whumper laughed aloud. “That’s right! You are no one. And now you are ready to take your place, serving your Sovereign. Kneeling by my side, where you have always belonged.”

Nowhere Else to Go

Contains: generic hero and villain characters, mild blood, passing out, implied abuse

Hero returned from the kitchen, mug of hot coffee in their hand, and carefully settled back into the couch cushions. The rain on the roof suddenly increased in intensity, causing them to glance up toward it, then adjust the volume on the tv to compensate. 

A few minutes passed, and the rain slacked off just slightly. Taking a sip of their coffee, Hero suddenly frowned and bumped the volume back down, turning an ear toward the front of the house. Had they just imagined that noise? It was some kind of thump…maybe a branch falling from a tree in the wind. Probably nothing to worry about.

Until it happened again. That time it sounded like something bumping up against the front door. Curious and a little concerned, they set their coffee to the side and stood, crossing quickly to the entryway. Their hand was tensed by their side, ready to summon their power in an instant if something went wrong.

Wound Cleaning

Contains: generic characters, blood, gag, passing out, forced to stay quiet

Sweat was beading on Whumpee’s forehead, their fists clenched around the hem of their shirt. Teammate sat behind them, allowing them to lean against their chest, and Whumpee let their head fall back on their shoulder to stare up at the grey clouds overhead. Mostly they just didn’t want to keep looking at the bloody mess that their leg had become.

“Okay, I’m ready. Can you hear me, Whumpee, are you listening?” Medic asked. 

Whumpee nodded, too busy clenching their jaw to speak.

“I won’t lie to you, this is gonna hurt. A lot. But it has to be done, there’s shrapnel and dirt and who knows what else in here that has to come out if you want to keep the leg.”

Painful Hug

Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, implied whipping, hidden injuries

Every little movement was painful. Whumpee’s clothes wouldn’t stop rubbing against the marks on their back, lighting their skin on fire each time they walked or turned or moved their arms or leaned forward.

But it was fine. They could grin and bear it, pretend everything was okay just like always. No one needed to know about their pain. They’d be in so much trouble if anyone found out, but as long as they didn’t react, their secret was safely hidden beneath their modest clothing.

“Oh good, Whumpee, you’re here!” Caretaker exclaimed, hurrying over. Whmpee saw their arms moving, knew what was coming, but what could they do? Run away? Duck? Come up with some crazy excuse as to why they didn’t want to be touched? They’d given so many excuses to cover up their injuries before, and it seemed like Caretaker believed them a little less each time.

Left for Dead

Contains: generic characters, collapsed building, mild blood, abandonment, trapped

The shriek of metal scraping, the deafening crash of concrete and wood, the dust billowing into the air seemed like it was never going to end. 

Then it did, and somehow, Whumpee was still awake.

Somehow, they were still alive.

Their entire body was alight with pain as if it was on fire. Tipping their head back, they opened their mouth to scream, but their throat was coated with blood and dust and all that came out was a fit of coughing that felt like it was ripping them in half. 

“Whumpee!” 

The voice echoed from somewhere above the rubble. Again, they tried to force out words, a scream, something. Anything to let their teammates know that they were still alive down there. 

“Teammate, we’ve got to go!” That was Leader, their voice just barely audible. 

“No, but…Whumpee! They’re in there, we’ve got to -”

“We can’t. I’m…I’m sorry, Teammate. There’s no way they could have survived that, and we have to get out of here. It’s not safe!”

No, please don’t…don’t leave me down here! I’m here, I’m alive, I can hear you!

“I can’t just leave them!”

There was a distant rumble, followed by more crashing. The impact vibrated the ground underneath Whumpee. 

“Teammate, please. It’s too late for Whumpee. Let me protect the rest of you.”

Whumpee strained to hear a reply, but was met with only deafening silence. 

They were trapped and alone. 

Multiple Whumpees

Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, captivity, restraints, blackmail

“No.” Whumpee A’s eyes grew wide and fearful as Whumper dragged Whumpee B into the room. “No, they…they have nothing to do with this, you can’t…!”

“Whumpee A!” Whumpee B cried out, trying and failing to wrench themself out of Whumper’s hands. “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, you’ll find out, soon enough,” Whumper chuckled. Yanking Whumpee B’s arms up over their head, they chained their wrists one by one.

Whumpee A jerked at their own chains, the metal cutting further into their skin. “Let them go, Whumper!”

“You brought this on them yourself!” Whumper strode over to Whumpee A, grabbing their chin with a bruising grip. “I gave you plenty of chances to cooperate, and you responded by hissing and spitting and kicking.” A smile spread across their face. “Oh, but look at you now. Look at that fear. You’re way more afraid for them than you ever were for yourself. I’d say that I should have done this a long time ago, but…no, it’s better this way. Because now you know exactly what’s coming for them.”

Jaw clenched, Whumpee A twisted their hands futilely in their bonds. “Don’t you touch them.”

“I won’t. If you’ll give me what I want, right now.”

“Don’t do it, Whumpee A,” Whumpee B called out, voice shaky. “Whatever it is, just…I’ll be okay.”

“So what will it be?” Whumper prodded.

Whumpee A’s eyes cut upward to the ceiling, and their voice was barely audible. “I can’t.”

“Your choice!” Releasing their chin, Whumper strolled casually over to their table of tools, picking up a crowbar. “Let’s get started, then. Oh, and Whumpee A…” They threw a grin over their shoulder. “Be sure to tell me when I should stop.”