A whumpee chooses to take the torture in order to spare the one they love, despite the lover’s protests. But over the course of the torture, they feel broken down, used up, unworthy.
And they think, what a great irony, the only way to save their love is to become no better than dirt under their lover’s shoe.
But they don’t regret the choice at all.
{Characters: Whumpee (they/them), Lover (he/him), Whumper (he/him)}
Whumpee let out a cry of pain as the whumper dumped them in the cell which contained lover, leaving them with a kick and a laugh; no backward glance as lover scrambled to reach them.
Whumpee, seeing lover coming towards them through one eye, because the other was swollen shut, quickly tried to crawl backwards and away from him, their heart sinking a little inexplicably as lover stilled immediately.
"[Whumpee], I... I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered softly, brokenly, taking another step forward and crouching down.
He startled when whumper let out a shriek and said, "No! Don't touch me! D-don't t-touch me, I d-don't des-" but before they could finish, they dissolved into painful sounding racking coughs, blood speckling the front of their torn, ragged shirt.
Loosing all cautiousness, lover jumped forward and took whumpee in his arms, cradling them carefully and running his hands through their hair as whumper sobbed and moaned, "No... No, no, no, no, no, no... n-not supposed... to..."
"I'm so so sorry, [Whumpee], I'm so sorry, please forgive me," lover choked out, tears streaming down his face as he leaned down to kiss whumpee's forehead, but when they realized what lover intended to do, they were horrified. They didn't deserve it.
But God, did they want it.
With their last shreds of will, whumpee managed to turn his head away, not properly taking the kiss from the person they still loved.
The stricken, hurt look in his eyes made them wonder if it was worth it, but they knew they didn't deserve it.
And the fact that lover didn't have any injuries on his body made every single injury on their body worth it, along with every missed comfort.
You. You get it. That’s exactly what I’m talking about.