Prompt #177
"Count down, love."
"No, I don't want- please."
"You already disobeyed me once. I don't think you want to do it again. Count. Down."
"T-twenty-five."
Crack!
A scream.
Crack!
"Slacking so soon, Whumpee? Well, that's rather disappointing. I hate when you make me lock you in here by yourself."
"No. No! Don't leave- leave me in here. Please. Please, I'll count. I'll- Whumper? Please don't go- don't."
Creeeak.
"Whumper!"
Darkness.